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(no subject) [Apr. 16th, 2005|12:13 pm]
I'm an aunt again!!!
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You said it. [Aug. 20th, 2004|07:57 pm]
[mood |discontentdiscontent]
[music |"Mad World" by Gary Jules, from Donnie Darko]

So I'm sitting at home in front of the computer playing pirated music with the lights low enough that my mom would yell at me if she saw it. I'm by myself, drinking Smirnoff and waiting for the mac and cheese in the microwave to cool.

I don't know if tonight is about being utterly pathetic or reveling in a rare cozy night to myself.

I guess I haven't updated, since, what, bunny acquisition?

Went to Ocean City with the Liz for most of the past week. Yay for no tan-like proof of the beach, way to much Blockbuster for a vacation, Dunkin Donuts/Baskin Robins combination stores, and tropical storms that prove that god, does, in fact, hate Liz and I.
So I exaggerate. It was a good time, and nice to see her family and have more than twenty four hours at a time to spend with my girl. I am, by the way, a chapstick lesbian. In case you were wondering. Chesapeake Chicken, and amazing comfort food place on route 50 on the way to, or from depending on how you look at it, the ocean was the grand finale. They have the white neon light outline of a chicken outside. Perfect. As are Old Time Photos that make us look serious and plotting but really just reveal that is dark-oclock when we got them done. That's right, it was past my bedtime, apparently. Saltwater taffy also falls under "perfect". (Except for the green dotted ones.)

By the way, make sure Senora works, ok?

Got back on Wednesday afternoon, to see the boy for a few hours before he departed for Savannah. ::sigh:: Is it bad that I'm uber-jealous that my boyfriend got to go home? Here's the thing... I'm not jealous of his family and friends there for having him to themselves this week... I'm jealous of him because I want nothing more right now than to be there in Savannah with him and his family and my "any friend of yours is a friend of mine" friends there.

So I decided to take advantage of the time to myself to explore the social life that, well, I'm not positive, but I may once have had. This has amounted to seeing Herman last night for a few hours for the first time in years. We also concluded that I am a senior citizen.

The macaroni is probably cool by now. Humph. That means I have to get up.


So sleep hasn't been coming easily lately. I've never been an insomniac. And this may be the first time in my life that having stuff on my mind actually kept me up instead of making me sleep it away. I've been in this place, on and off for the past week or two, where just someone looking at me crosseyed would likely make me burst into tears. Everyone keeps telling me how understandable it is, how much I have going on. Oh, do I? I sincerely didn't notice it. I go to work, I come home. Ho Hum. Maybe they're right. I suppose there has been a good bit of ::ahem:: adjustment in my life the past month or so.

I have the undying urge to post song lyrics in my journal. Maybe not.

I can't get home for Jordan's birthday. Again. Tell me why I moved to DC? Sometimes I think, proudly, that I escaped Baltimore. (Not to say that I don't love it, you know my Baltimore pride... but just that, it tends tends to keep people longer than it has a right to.) Sometimes, I realize, instead, that Baltimore escapes me.

I thought that not defining and not admitting would be my armor. Turns out that's all I had to do. For the moment at least.

Mmmm, cryptic and moody. How every semi-honest but purposefully-not-too-revealing online journal entry sounds. Dammit.

I've been reading Atlas Shrugged. For the past three months. I'm nearly through. And my that I mean only a few more weeks and seven more chapters. Why do I find myself comparing myself to these characters the way any other person might to *real* fucking people.

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Hippity Hop [Aug. 10th, 2004|07:09 pm]
[mood |smitten]
[music |Background noise of a History Channel torture device special]

So the past week or so has not found me in the most desirable state of mind. With the exception of seeing WST the other night and going to dinner with some of those kids (which reminded how much I really miss those two in particular... this waiting a year to see people thing *has* to stop...), times have been a drag (wow so NOT gramatically correct, but anyway...)
I've been holding a lot of contempt for people lately, and after some introspection and a few conversations with select family and friends, I'm starting to believe them when they say that my fear of out-of-control cynicism is innaccurate and I'm warranted in my reactions. So. Now I feel somewhat justified... but still slightly shitty.
Ah, I guess this too will pass. It always does.

In other new, I GOT A BUNNY! One of the hardest parts about going to college/being in the city is living without animals. My family is full of animal people, and the trait certainly got passed down. My mom and I actually figured out today that never in my twenty years have I lived with less than two dogs and a bird. In my life span, we have had 8 dogs, 5 cats, 5 birds, 2 guinea pigs, 2 rabbits, 2 iguanas, 4 frogs, countless fish, and countless hampsters. So I've been a bit pet deprived, and I would say understandably so. I said from the moment I started apartment shoppng last semester that I had to find a place that allowed pets. Well, the place I ended up at doesn't, but I let it go, cause well, I love the place. When I spoke to the apartment reps back months ago before I signed the lease, they of course denied my request for pets as is consistent with the lease regulations, but when I mentioned I only wanted something small like a rabbit, they looked at each other and said, "Well, we never heard about it."
So in Baltimore yesterday, my mom of course made a beeline for the pet store. Wherein I fell in love with a Holland Lop.
Which now resides in my humble abode.
My mom and I, in the same grand fashion of our usual hijinks, smuggled the rabbit, the cage, and all the bedding and supplies into the building, right through the lobby, past the front desk and clear glass-enclosed rental managers office, up to my room. It was so sketchy, in a silly way, of course.
So he/she (you can't tell the sex on baby rabbits - which oddly enough are called kittens - until they are several months old) is only four weeks and currently keeping it's gender a secret.

Suggestions for names?

I think having the baby here is going to help me a lot. I can't explain it.
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(no subject) [Jul. 29th, 2004|06:21 pm]
[mood |chipperchipper]
[music |Take Me Out - Rent]

I enjoy the fact that extending a birthday into a several day event is okay. Spend Monday pre-birthdaying with my family. My mom and I spent the entire day shopping, which we haven't done in waaaay too long. Ended up with a bike for school, so I don't have to be afraid of walking home from late rehearsals to the apartment in the dark by myself. Not that bicycles make great weapons of self-defense. Nor does a bicycle mean that I am now invincible. I'm just more swiftly vulnerable now. And I definitely scored steamed crabs for dinner that night. God, I miss Baltimore. Despite how close DC is to home... damn it, these people just *don't* understand seafood.

Six flags was a bust on Tuesday... it was pooring down buckets the moment I woke up. By the time I got back to DC and realized we probably could still pull it off, weather-wise, it was too late to bother. Spent the day in touristy parts of DC. Paddleboats! Turns out the only rain all day in the city was when Harris and I were out paddling in the middle of the tidal basin. It wasn't so bad though, actually it was quite beautiful. The sky got so dark, but had that very filtered mid-storm sunny-ness going on across the bridge. After the rain the most amazing rainbow I have ever seen in my entire life went right over the Washington monument. I've never before seen a full rainbow, meeting the horizon on both side. It was the most crisp, vibrant band. Perfection.

Ended up in Georgetown, and spent way too much time in Urban Outfitters. I have to admit that the store is a guilty pleasure for me... I feel bad about immersing myself in their psuedo-originality, and their prices are of course absurd... but hey, I can say that window-shopping is usually a more appropriate term for my escapades there. Urban also has a great success rate at giving me an inferiority complex... I was thinking, what the hell, its my birthday, maybe I'll actually try some stuff on. Bad idea. I tried on a pair of pants in my usual size... which resulted in realizing the two tubes of close strung together wouldn't fit over my thighs and would have been seriously about a foot to long if they had. But I got back at the store by getting a happy-birthday-to-me tee and a pimp jacket (no I mean it, its pimp-ish, velvety!) for less than ten bucks on clearance. Touche. (spelling? huh.)

We topped the evening off with the traditional Hard Rock Cafe birthday dinner, where I commenced the celebration of my carnivorosity (it is so a word!) with a ridiculous steak and was ceremonially embarassed by the staff because the boy snitched and told them it was my birthday while I was in the bathroom. But hey, it meant free ice cream. The waiter comes over when we were getting ready to leave, and pulls me up to the center of the place by the bar, announces its my 20th, and informs everyone (the staff closing up and the three remaining bar flies) that because it was so late and so few people were left, he had to result to an alternate form of Hard Rock humilation. After which he commenced to belt happy birthday... and I mean belt (his voice wasn't too damn shabby either!) the song IN ITALIAN. What?

As for the rest of the week... I'll sum it up, and I think everyone will sympathize, when I say simply - work sucks. I was kinda hoping I would still get a phone call or two from some very close friends at home with birthday wishes. This resulted in dissappointment. ::pouts:: I think I have a birthday complex. Nevermind, that's another entry in and of itself.

I dragged my ass out of bed early this morning so I could go fight with financial aid again. They've been screwing around for the past few months, repeatedly saying we haven't turned in my family's W2 forms. Which we have. Four times. As per their request. Now they're threatening to cancel my financial aid for the year period. So help me god, if they don't really mean that it's cleared up this time... I think I'm gonna turn hulk and go green on some GW asses.

My Liz is coming to visit for a bit tonight. She should be on her way right now actually. Yay!

Umm. Poorly constructed entry. Distracted. Yar.
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(no subject) [Jul. 25th, 2004|10:19 am]
[mood |Reluctant]
[music |Nuffin]

Monday, and then Thursday through Sunday, (not to be confused with Thursday through Sunday... this is completely shitty in its own right) is a really shitty excuse for a work week. Stay tuned next week, when we will presumably discover that Wednesday though Sunday is in fact an equally horrendous, if not exceedingly horrendous, example.

On a completely unrelated note, it was SO good to see the dancers last night. And my cake didn't suck.

Hi ho, hi ho. Grr on being employed. Which I must go continue to be. Now.
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Good Luck WST! [Jul. 22nd, 2004|06:55 pm]
Hello to all my favorite summer theatre kids, who I miss dearly!

You guys give them one hell of a show tomorrow! I know you will be fabulous. I can't wait to see the show!

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I think I want to see other people... [Jul. 21st, 2004|11:43 am]
[mood |awakeawake]
[music |Just TV background fuzz]

Last night I went to see the Mark Morris Dance Group at Wolf Trap with two of the dance majors who are in the city for the summer. One of them interns at "The Trap" (she got the internship I wanted ::pouts::... but it's all good), and she gets free tickets to virtually everything. If you haven't been out there, its definitely worth checking out. The grounds and amphitheatre are gorgeous.

Mark Morris was amazing. And a nice kick in the ass for me. I haven't danced virtually all summer, and for a change it hasn't been making my body go nuts. I've been meaning to go take class, and mentally I know I need to, but its just not grating on my nerves not to dance like it usually does. But last night I watched that performance, and just saw so much joy in that movement (I know, I know, I'm corny, so deal). This feeling just welled up inside of me as I sat there, and even though two of the pieces I could have taken or left, the experience overall was just what I needed. Usually I either come out of performances ready to move on to bigger and better things or I temporarily decide I'd be better off as a business major... one of the two extremes... but last night all I wanted was to move, for movements sake, and it was the best effect I could ever hope for a performance to have on me. I've always place Morris with my favorites, even though I've never seen his work live. I've seen recordings and have read a ton about him, but this was my first time in person. AND HE PERFORMED HIMSELF. The second piece, as well as his solo, we just amazing. I must admit, his aesthetic is a bit more classical than I usually go for, but the pieces were just so compositionally clean... and the man knows how to create a perfect entrance and exit, which is surprisingly harder than one would think at times.

Plus, I want accomplish enough in the performance world to walk out for a bow with the sense of grandeur Morris did, and have it seem that appropriate, for as larger than life as her was. Damn.

Last night was the first time in, well, I really can't recall how long, that I went out with friends sans the boy. We share so many mutual friends, usually if we're hanging out apart its because I'm in Baltimore. It's a big joke now that I'm "seeing other people" - literally - seeing people. When It was immensely refreshing to be with just the dancers last night... And now it seems I'm hosting all the in-town dancers this Saturday night. Yippee.

Spent the rest of the day at the pool yesterday. Pretending to live the life. 'Cause from now on I apparently work every day we are open at the spa. Because I'm THE ONLY PERSON ON STAFF. AHHH!
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