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| Friday, January the 20th, of the year 2006 |
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Had strange dreams last night of taking drugs and waking up naked in the park with other such people and all of us being very... amused by it. Also that someone was trying to kill me. I think I need to get out of the house. I know I should get some cleaning done and other such errands but am tempted instead to steal my dad's copy of Wired and watch Perry Mason. Is it a credit or an insult to the show that I must have seen most episodes already yet cannot usually remember whodunnit? Of course, it has been a while. Me and Raymond Burr were best buds back during school breaks. I am aaanncient! Speaking of which my birthday is in two weeks. Must find something exciting to do. Oh, how I wish I were not born in dreary February! The beach sounds so lovely. (And free) |
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| Tuesday, January the 17th, of the year 2006 |
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woke up at midnight, forced self back to sleep until four am. stubbornly remained in bed until angry stomach insisted on being fed. have had no appetite lately. have lost over ten pounds in past five days. am trying to suppress secret elation for weight loss with horror for the unhealthy habits that have caused it. must stop writing in telegraphese. stop. I love math in strange ways. I cannot resist completing the equation. Random things. I now know that in the past five years plus, or 276 weeks I have had lj my entries average to one per week. May this information lead me to great prosperity. Also, I like to keep track of my gas mileage in part because I get to do long division. There, now you know the dirty truth. Must go find lunch.. and perhaps trek to the library? |
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| Thursday, January the 12th, of the year 2006 |
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Ugh! am full of sickness! I have trudged down to the basement for the first time in months in order to use the computer. Now I remember why I do not like it down here: it is stinky, cold, and there is a monster that yells at you for the first ten minutes or so. I'm not sure if it is a territory thing, or just general complaining. The computer is my friend because it does not care that I am full of disgusting sickness. It cannot be infected. The computer is not my friend because it secretly speeds up time when i am not paying attention in order to eat my life. I just spent thirty minutes looking at wigs. I am currently taking any tips, hints or pointers in my pursuit of gainful employment (or ungainful, I have much free time). Feel free to drop something in the suggestion box found below. I have to say, this wig idea is brilliant. It will make an excellent disguise allowing me to move freely amongst normal people. Now I need only to learn their strange mode of speech! |
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| Monday, September the 26th, of the year 2005 |
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There is a band out there somewhere named Siddal, how perfect is that? It makes me so sad that they... kinda suckish. They should not be allowed to bogart such an excellent name. Also, am very depressed that summer is slipping away without spontaneous beach fun. Must find excuse to drive to beach. Am loathing thoughts of 5 am wake-up call tomorrow. Anybody have creative alternatives to employment? Finally.. If this were my list of things to do today I would be a very accomplished person: Make jack-ass of self at work.. check. Purchase supplies needed to patch car seat, but not do the actual work.. check. Instead of exercising, decide to watch cartoons while drinking soda pop and eating chik'n nuggets... check. Make assinine lj entry to prove continued existence... check I suppose I should at least shower |
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| Tuesday, June the 28th, of the year 2005 |
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my drug bike, here forward to be known as "happy jack", is missing a
cable. Luckily it is probably the least important, but still essential
for my needs. Unfortunately, I know I will NEVER fix it. That would
require mo-ti-va-tion. Am very excited about unwork this weekend. Although I know I will end up staying late Thursday trying to predict the future so as to know what to order for tuesday. Also, I already told Shalini I would come in on Monday to do the paperwork that needs to be sent in by noon. My weekend is quickly getting whittled down. Sushi Party test was a success. Now to make real plans... |
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| Tuesday, June the 14th, of the year 2005 |
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I started riding bike again.. my legs feel all rubbery. Oh, and it is a drug trafficking bike! But it is going to have to go clean now that it is with me. I'll help it through it's withdrawals. I ran into a boy I was sweet on back in college. It is odd to see old crushes, but I can still see what sparked my interest. I seem to dig guys with goofy laughs. August will be the month of planning a meal for 600 people. I see many stressful dreams in my future. |
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| Friday, April the 15th, of the year 2005 |
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I felt very strange walking down the street with my mum's american flag umbrella. She got it free when she was in New York. Umbrellas are like T-shirts in that they are human billboards, only far more eyecatching. Naturally I felt uncomfortable advertising "God Bless America". It is sad to me that we finally took prayer out of school, but we cannot take it off our money. Tonight's goal: consume large amounts of sushi. Also, stop somewhere and get cigarettes. And possibly sunchips. It is going to be a delicious evening! |
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| Thursday, March the 24th, of the year 2005 |
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I have escaped work for a long weekend. No work, no thinking about work. My father said I looked like a sailor the other night.. I could be a sailor. Other than my fear of falling into the ocean to no one's notice and drowning alone in the freezing darkness. I am not afraid of the dark. I am not afraid of water, or freezing, or even drowning particularly. I think I am, however, afraid of loneliness. I do very strange things when left to my own devices Speaking of my father, he is in the other room cleaning the cat box, grumbling all the way through it. He has listed off his entire history of cleaning cat boxes for other people's cats. Also, that he doesn't even like cats. And I think I heard something about how god must be a cat. Oh, yes, I have my own phone now.. for people to (not) call me on. Crap, it doesn't spell anything. Stupid zeros and ones not having letter designations. I will just have to fake my way through it. Zero shall be "O", I think that makes sense. And one shall be "B", randomly and for my own amusement. My OK bug. Too bad I do not own a bug of mediocre quality. Eh, better than nothing. |
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| Monday, March the 21st, of the year 2005 |
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| Ran some errands, wish that made me feel productive. But really I was just spending money. Still feel hateful and sick and.. constantly on the verge of tears. Gah! Stupid mood swings! | ||
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| Sunday, March the 20th, of the year 2005 |
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am very bad person, full of hate for everything must defuse through mindless activity |
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| Wednesday, March the 9th, of the year 2005 |
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I had a horrible work related dream. Which is frightening, to have work invading one's dreams. I don't want to take it home with me. I don't want my subconscious stressing about it when it should be coming up with disturbing sex dreams. Off to... work. |
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| Friday, February the 25th, of the year 2005 |
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Fred Meyer's is my least favorite place. Yet, inevitably I end up there. The resulting interactions always leave me frustrated, embarrassed, angry... typically a combination of all three. Some strange chemical reaction, one part Lauri to five hundred parts crummy department store. In other news, fry informed me of Reverend Horton Heat playing in portland march 30th. Interesting.. |
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| Tuesday, February the 15th, of the year 2005 |
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valentine's day was fun. I got a rose from a special boy.. it stank like a french whore. Delicious food and drink with friends. Much more fun than debating whether/what to give a s.o. I am still in the process of moving, but I seem to have all the essentials. Now it is just a matter of getting all the crap I don't need anyway. Time to find some fun |
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| Monday, February the 14th, of the year 2005 |
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ah, queasy.. stayed up late with junk food and video games. Perhaps I will try to sleep it off some more. It is my day off, after all. Am very excited about that for some reason. I.. would likely be better off with more exercise rather than sleep. Maybe I will walk/bus to the store today, but.. I am sure I am way too lazy for that. Am feeling anxious type feelings about the whole work thing. Cannot help it. There is a lot they expect from me. Also, I have to work closing for a while, which I hate. meh.. must shower.. |
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| Friday, February the 11th, of the year 2005 |
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sigh.. I interviewed someone for a job today. It was so weird. Awkward. Horrible! I must stop thinking about it. Tomorrow, hopefully, it will not rain and I can get my stuff. I really want my dresser so I have somewhere to put random belongings. Also I can get my car! I will not be able to drive it until I get it insured, but it will make me feel better just to have it and see it. I can pretend I have a car, mobility.. independence. I really want nachos, but I have been eating way too much crap lately.. |
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| Sunday, January the 30th, of the year 2005 |
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my parents' car is sadly locked away in the garage with a big gaping wound. and now I have to call my dad and tell him about it. sigh... other than that the evening was fun. got to explore brian's crazy ass house. and tear it apart. shit, I better call.. it's eight o'clock there.. wish me luck |
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| Monday, January the 24th, of the year 2005 |
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| I am a singleton again. fry and I finally cut that last string which is a relief .. but ugh! I hate moving! I am just going to do lots of trips. ugh... I will be living with my parents, which is lame as a standard. My parents are very cool, but it will be cramped and there will be no privacy. No privacy! So, I propose that everyone should take pity and hang out with me, let me slumber party at their house, and generally entertain my lonely self.. was that enough of a hint? | ||
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| Sunday, January the 23rd, of the year 2005 |
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| Also, slumber party at Andrea's was awesome! How often do I sleep in forts? .. not often enough! | ||
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what a mess I am today. spent the night at my parents house, then realized in the morning that I did not pack clean undies, plus half the clothes I did pack were already dirty. I worked a seven hour shift and my back hurts from stooping over counters not made for my frame. I haven't eaten anything all day and am afraid I may get stomach pains when I do. I am filthy and malnurished and not wearing underwear. One should think I am homeless when, in fact, I kind of have two. Went to Tom's birthday bash last night. It was incredibly loud. As in, leave my ears ringing loud. Conversation was difficult and I was feeling rather low due to post-euphoria. I was quite the drag. But there were many more people there to fill in birthday merriment. It was nice to see Tom even if unable to talk to him. MUST SHOWER! |
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| Monday, January the 17th, of the year 2005 |
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Hung out at Cara's place last night. Apparently she has been expending much energy making Grace's duplex livable. She was very proud of her progress, and her adult-like new life, independent of her parents. Which obviously means we should get silly drunk... I think I successfully out-slept my hangover. Now, what to do with the rest of my day off? Maybe I will chop at my hair some more, I am not quite happy with the results of my last attempt. |
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