Three things.
First: this is why I love the South. Also, I totally understand, because I have Vista and sometimes my computer and I argue. Although dude shot his, can't say my computer do anything more than throw each other around sometimes.
Second: best to Monica, who's flying to Germany tomorrow. And to Alicia, who's going ahead of us to Colombia tonight. Fly safely, both of you!
Third: it is freaking hot. Like, hot hot. As in, we're poor and don't run our air conditioner so we've got the door open and the fan going and it's about 107 degrees outside and it's still May but I took a shower and got out and then was sweating and it's just horrible and miserable and our apartment complex STILL has not opened the pool and really, I'd like to ask them to hang out in my house one day (or night - my sunburn finally started to peel because apparently I started sweating last night) so maybe they'll open it because it is a furnace and I am going to die.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
in accordance with my last post
i had a dream last night i was being chased by a serial killer with a mangled hand and a lame eye. lovely.
issues? maybe. excellent material for any future scripts i might want to write involving various ways of injuring/killing someone? definitely.
issues? maybe. excellent material for any future scripts i might want to write involving various ways of injuring/killing someone? definitely.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
old russian men are lovely, whatever you might say
Do you guys remember that week I had to go without Sundrop? Well, it wasn't so bad actually. The first morning after the first day I didn't have any, I had a headache and was just generally tired - that and I somewhat frequently thought about how much I really just wanted some. But no crazy withdrawals, nothing like that. Actually, at one point during the trip - or so I'm told - I started sleep talking. I said, "I don't see it." Pause. Then, "Oooh, now I see it." So, while I have no recollection of this, clearly I must have been dreaming about Sundrop.
Something you should know about this soda: it's not really distributed much outside eastern North Carolina. In fact, if you're not from here, you probably have no idea what drink I'm talking about and exactly how amazing it is. I can usually get it in the middle part of the state, but any farther away than that, I'm pretty much out of luck.
Well, on the way to Virginia, just before the border, we stopped to get gas. And of course since it was a gas station and I was already slightly panicky at the thought of not having Sundrop for a week, I decided I was going to at least try and see if they had some. One last bottle before we actually got to camp. I looked through the giant fridge things and didn't see any, but I refused to give up, and so I went up to the register, and this is what happened.
"Excuse me," I said. "You guys don't happen to have any Sundrop, do you?"
"No," the guy said. He had a Russian accent, which surprised me and was wonderful since I love Russians. "But I can make you some."
I think I was kind of smiling at him and his accent. "Oh yeah?"
"I'll take the sun and put it in a cup. Just for you."
When I walked out, it was without any Sundrop, but there was something else sunny inside me.
Something you should know about this soda: it's not really distributed much outside eastern North Carolina. In fact, if you're not from here, you probably have no idea what drink I'm talking about and exactly how amazing it is. I can usually get it in the middle part of the state, but any farther away than that, I'm pretty much out of luck.
Well, on the way to Virginia, just before the border, we stopped to get gas. And of course since it was a gas station and I was already slightly panicky at the thought of not having Sundrop for a week, I decided I was going to at least try and see if they had some. One last bottle before we actually got to camp. I looked through the giant fridge things and didn't see any, but I refused to give up, and so I went up to the register, and this is what happened.
"Excuse me," I said. "You guys don't happen to have any Sundrop, do you?"
"No," the guy said. He had a Russian accent, which surprised me and was wonderful since I love Russians. "But I can make you some."
I think I was kind of smiling at him and his accent. "Oh yeah?"
"I'll take the sun and put it in a cup. Just for you."
When I walked out, it was without any Sundrop, but there was something else sunny inside me.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
i hope the universe isn't trying to tell me something
it seems for the past 3 weeks or so, basically since i got home, i've had a few seriously bad dreams. i hesitate to call them nightmares because i didn't wake up in a sweat, nor screaming or crying, as some have had me doing in the past. so, these were bad, but not as bad as some others.
the two worst that stand out, and i write this now as i just had the one last night, were when i was shot and stabbed.
the one of me being shot happened the first week i was home. this kid who was sort of what people might call a "dork" or "dweeb" was going around asking people to dance (and we weren't even at a dance, just in the hallway of some school), and i told him not right now but maybe later, and he said ok and left. well, as we are all leaving the school, he pulls up in his car, and says he has one more thing to do, and he pulls out a gun and shoots me point blank in the chest (more like lower left shoulder, but it's all in the same area). for the rest of the dream i was walking around putting pressure on the wound to stop from bleeding aimlessly trying to get to a hospital.
the stabbing dream from last night had me outside some college and this big shady guy in a beanie comes over and stabs a bunch of people including me in my right side (i guess you could say, in my love handle :-P ). i remember my reaction being delayed because i didn't feel the pain right away, i even asked the dude where he had stabbed me. i'm there with the supernatural boys, jensen and jared, although i was referring to them by their character names so it's really dean and sam. i'm in the school trying to stop from bleeding to death, then all of a sudden i'm being hunted down, not even by the stabber, but others who want to finish the job. so the cops show up, who are mysteriously the cast from without a trace (why the missing persons unit was called, idk), and i keep telling them to find dean for me, but he's nowhere to be found because him and sam decided to go hunting for my pursuers. next thing i know i'm in a basketball arena hiding, all the while still looking for dean. after that it all gets a bit blurry, as dreams tend to do, but i do remember at one point i was beating some guy up who found me but i could only use my one arm and leg because my right side was all in pain, and when dean found out later he was very impressed with me. so weird.
the only other significant bad dream i can also remember having recently was when i was lost on a dark and foggy night on the TCNJ campus with no one else around and no cell phone service to call cait and ask her which way to go. and for any of you who know, now THAT is scary. *shivers* that one might have bothered me more than the others...
i looked it up, just to be safe, and turns out dreams of getting attacked, injured, or even killed, does not mean it's some premonition or omen for your death or similar events in real life, just that there are things in your life right now you are scared of or worried about and this is your subconscious manifestation of that. these are also apparently very universal themes and dreams that people have, so that makes me feel a bit better. the only thing i don't understand is why i'd be having these now as opposed to before because my life is certainly much more carefree, stressfree, and easy breezy since school is over and i got out of that apartment hell-hole. but, i guess that's why it's my subconscious!
still though... what does it say that i keep having dreams where people want to kill me?
the two worst that stand out, and i write this now as i just had the one last night, were when i was shot and stabbed.
the one of me being shot happened the first week i was home. this kid who was sort of what people might call a "dork" or "dweeb" was going around asking people to dance (and we weren't even at a dance, just in the hallway of some school), and i told him not right now but maybe later, and he said ok and left. well, as we are all leaving the school, he pulls up in his car, and says he has one more thing to do, and he pulls out a gun and shoots me point blank in the chest (more like lower left shoulder, but it's all in the same area). for the rest of the dream i was walking around putting pressure on the wound to stop from bleeding aimlessly trying to get to a hospital.
the stabbing dream from last night had me outside some college and this big shady guy in a beanie comes over and stabs a bunch of people including me in my right side (i guess you could say, in my love handle :-P ). i remember my reaction being delayed because i didn't feel the pain right away, i even asked the dude where he had stabbed me. i'm there with the supernatural boys, jensen and jared, although i was referring to them by their character names so it's really dean and sam. i'm in the school trying to stop from bleeding to death, then all of a sudden i'm being hunted down, not even by the stabber, but others who want to finish the job. so the cops show up, who are mysteriously the cast from without a trace (why the missing persons unit was called, idk), and i keep telling them to find dean for me, but he's nowhere to be found because him and sam decided to go hunting for my pursuers. next thing i know i'm in a basketball arena hiding, all the while still looking for dean. after that it all gets a bit blurry, as dreams tend to do, but i do remember at one point i was beating some guy up who found me but i could only use my one arm and leg because my right side was all in pain, and when dean found out later he was very impressed with me. so weird.
the only other significant bad dream i can also remember having recently was when i was lost on a dark and foggy night on the TCNJ campus with no one else around and no cell phone service to call cait and ask her which way to go. and for any of you who know, now THAT is scary. *shivers* that one might have bothered me more than the others...
i looked it up, just to be safe, and turns out dreams of getting attacked, injured, or even killed, does not mean it's some premonition or omen for your death or similar events in real life, just that there are things in your life right now you are scared of or worried about and this is your subconscious manifestation of that. these are also apparently very universal themes and dreams that people have, so that makes me feel a bit better. the only thing i don't understand is why i'd be having these now as opposed to before because my life is certainly much more carefree, stressfree, and easy breezy since school is over and i got out of that apartment hell-hole. but, i guess that's why it's my subconscious!
still though... what does it say that i keep having dreams where people want to kill me?
in case you were wondering what being horrified is like
The definition of horror is: hanging out at work telling one of your coworkers about the very cute dress you just got that made you think of her when she suddenly smacks your hips and says when'd you get these? But let me explain.
The coworker is definitely one of the prettiest in the office, and she's the kind you look at and can't believe has ever been pregnant, ever, because she's still shaped like you were freshman year of college. Only taller, and better at it. And ten years older than you were then.
You've gained about five pounds since February or so, which is fine, you're not fat at all, but you do tend to gain it in the hip/butt area (baby got back) so you're kind of self conscious about it already. Plus, that skirt you're wearing makes them look much larger than they actually are, just saying. And you were so excited this morning because you've turned a lovely shade of brown this weekend (hardly burned at all), you're starting to look ethnic again, so while skinny white girl works less for you now, dang. Just take it all away there. Wha-pow.
To be fair, she told you it was a compliment. To be fair, you look fine. But to be really fair, she smacked you near your butt like look at that thang! Had she yelled my, Sara, what a nicely-shaped bottom you have or have you started running again? or I hope my daughter grows up to have hips like yours, it might have been a little better. However, not the case for you.
And now you're shuffling down the hallway with your hands pressed against the sides of your legs and they all know. The coworker who's six months pregnant walks by with a knowing head nod that says they only get bigger from here.
The coworker is definitely one of the prettiest in the office, and she's the kind you look at and can't believe has ever been pregnant, ever, because she's still shaped like you were freshman year of college. Only taller, and better at it. And ten years older than you were then.
You've gained about five pounds since February or so, which is fine, you're not fat at all, but you do tend to gain it in the hip/butt area (baby got back) so you're kind of self conscious about it already. Plus, that skirt you're wearing makes them look much larger than they actually are, just saying. And you were so excited this morning because you've turned a lovely shade of brown this weekend (hardly burned at all), you're starting to look ethnic again, so while skinny white girl works less for you now, dang. Just take it all away there. Wha-pow.
To be fair, she told you it was a compliment. To be fair, you look fine. But to be really fair, she smacked you near your butt like look at that thang! Had she yelled my, Sara, what a nicely-shaped bottom you have or have you started running again? or I hope my daughter grows up to have hips like yours, it might have been a little better. However, not the case for you.
And now you're shuffling down the hallway with your hands pressed against the sides of your legs and they all know. The coworker who's six months pregnant walks by with a knowing head nod that says they only get bigger from here.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
the office
Interesting factoid about me: I love office supplies. Incidentally, I work in an office. Even more incidentally, my office within the office is the office that holds the office supplies. It's kind of my dream to be given a shopping spree at a place like Office Max. In however many years, maybe I'll be teaching, maybe I won't, but either way, I'm going to have my own office, and it's going to have a large, overbearing desk. And in it and on it, I'm also going to have every type of office supply that was ever invented. All kinds of things I'll never actually use, and I'll probably never write on the desk, either, since I do most of that on beds or couches or somewhere actually comfortable.
So all that said, it's very hard for me not to steal supplies from the office I work at. We got in this massive shipment yesterday of supplies and let me just tell you: temptation is a stack of college-ruled notebooks as high as my head. In light blue, forest green with a hint of lime, and the ever-appropriate office-black. Oh man, and boxes of transparent tape. Like, not that supposedly transparent stuff that is more like frosted, I mean actually transparent. Imagine packing tape but in small dispensers. And more pens and pencils than I could ever use in a lifetime.
To be fair, if I actually took any of that stuff, I probably wouldn't use it. I just love having the supplies. I get notebooks for every gift holiday and I've yet to fill a single one up (though I've got most half-filled), but what I really like is just to open them and feel the paper. Or organize the supplies on my desk that I don't use and stand back admiringly and say: gosh I could do so much with these supplies. I could tape things! I could organize! I could write and write and the paper would feel smooth and new and wonderful!
(Whooo, that wasn't so bad. I've been thinking about writing a post for a week now and I finally have. Muchos gracias to Nicole for being amazing these last two weeks!!)
cheers.
So all that said, it's very hard for me not to steal supplies from the office I work at. We got in this massive shipment yesterday of supplies and let me just tell you: temptation is a stack of college-ruled notebooks as high as my head. In light blue, forest green with a hint of lime, and the ever-appropriate office-black. Oh man, and boxes of transparent tape. Like, not that supposedly transparent stuff that is more like frosted, I mean actually transparent. Imagine packing tape but in small dispensers. And more pens and pencils than I could ever use in a lifetime.
To be fair, if I actually took any of that stuff, I probably wouldn't use it. I just love having the supplies. I get notebooks for every gift holiday and I've yet to fill a single one up (though I've got most half-filled), but what I really like is just to open them and feel the paper. Or organize the supplies on my desk that I don't use and stand back admiringly and say: gosh I could do so much with these supplies. I could tape things! I could organize! I could write and write and the paper would feel smooth and new and wonderful!
(Whooo, that wasn't so bad. I've been thinking about writing a post for a week now and I finally have. Muchos gracias to Nicole for being amazing these last two weeks!!)
cheers.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
harrison ford, marry me
so, just got back from seeing the new Indiana Jones movie, and let me tell you, harrison has STILL got it. (as if there was ever any doubt...shame on you who did!) he is as suave and charming as ever and better call me if things ever go south with calista.
the movie turned out to not be what i was expecting exactly, but i guess when you think about it it did follow basically the same pattern as the rest by having some other-worldy part play into it, and let me tell you, in this one, that is ESPECIALLY true. but i won't ruin anything for you. that's all i'm gonna say!
following in my dearly beloved harrison's footsteps, literally, is shia labeouf, who i might love just as much as harrison. he was also just as amazing and i will probably end up re-watching disturbia and transformers later just so i can have a little more shia in my life. expect big things from him, people! he's on his way to being the next harrison, though there, of course, could never be another <3.
in summation: harrison is still hot and kicking, shia is wonderful, and you need to go see the movie. (as if you weren't planning on it in the first place!) p.s. i know sara is going to incredibly agree with me on all of this. we're good like that. just ask about her tattoo :-p
the movie turned out to not be what i was expecting exactly, but i guess when you think about it it did follow basically the same pattern as the rest by having some other-worldy part play into it, and let me tell you, in this one, that is ESPECIALLY true. but i won't ruin anything for you. that's all i'm gonna say!
following in my dearly beloved harrison's footsteps, literally, is shia labeouf, who i might love just as much as harrison. he was also just as amazing and i will probably end up re-watching disturbia and transformers later just so i can have a little more shia in my life. expect big things from him, people! he's on his way to being the next harrison, though there, of course, could never be another <3.
in summation: harrison is still hot and kicking, shia is wonderful, and you need to go see the movie. (as if you weren't planning on it in the first place!) p.s. i know sara is going to incredibly agree with me on all of this. we're good like that. just ask about her tattoo :-p
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