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[Oct. 12th, 2006|12:29 pm] |
i went to Kobo's this morning on my break, grabbing coffee and bagels for everyone. I was loaded up on the way back, with a huge coffee in one hand, newspapers under my arm, two bags of bagels in my right hand. Somehow, i managed to squeeze the coffee a little too tight, and the lid popped off, and i dropped the cup, shooting coffee all over my body, my bagels, everything. the wet newspaper stuck to my arm. In shock, I stared down at myself, but then i couldn't help laughing. Sometimes, when things happen so utterly badly, everything becomes hilarious.
my horoscope said i'm going to be especially sentimental; ryan commented that by laughing till i cried, i covered two sentiments at once! |
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[Oct. 4th, 2006|01:24 pm] |
my supervisor just whipped out a calendar of december and said "i'm going to be gone for the week of christmas" (the 25th-29th) and laughed and my co-worker said she was too, and they laugh and say that it's first come first serve. SERIOUSLY. that's how it's being done this year. I had mentioned last week to rachel that I wanted to talk to her about christmas-time scheduling, because i'm trying to plan a trip to Japan, and now THIS is the first reaction. Another co-worker quickly said "I'm going to Vancouver for New Year's" . The only reaction I had was "well, I was going to wait to plan my trip around which days people needed me to work, but I guess that's a stupid idea." Everyone laughed, like, yes, yes, it is a stupid idea. WHY DO I FEEL SO STUPID FOR BEING A TEAM PLAYER? I hate that i have to be completely selfish in order to get what I want around here. is this just how the world works? is everyone just oblivious? I try to be a good friend to everyone, because I honestly feel like everyone i work with is a good person, is a FRIEND, and then I end up being treated like shit. RANT.
and i hate how my face looks after i cry. WAAAAAH. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2006|03:29 pm] |
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I passed a woman yesterday, downtown. She was immaculately dressed, businessy and walking with purpose. Everything about her was in perfect order, except this large lock of hair that was blown vertical by the wind. Perhaps she didn't notice it, but I choose to believe that she simply ignored it, professionally strutting down the street with hair sticking straight up. |
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[Aug. 13th, 2006|06:53 pm] |
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I learned today that I'm good at double dutch (you know that funny jump rope game with two ropes). Surprise! Two young fellows in suits and ties led a demonstration at the zine symposium today. it's nice to get big cheers, and I'll certainly take them where I can get them, but I have to admit I didn't think I'd be getting them for my jump rope skills. Ha. |
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| Nickname Girl |
[Aug. 12th, 2006|02:55 pm] |
Elise! When Elise pulled up on Monday, we had an embarrassing sister moment, as we were wearing the same tank top. All this time, all the way across the country, two girls who look alike wearing the same tank tops. We did a lot of stuff while she was here; biked around on one bicycle, with J.P. on the second. Elise tried to do a right turn signal but bent her arm down instead of up, dangling it there like a dead person, and I almost overturned the bicycle with laughter. Weaving down the street, powered by giggles. We bought way too many groceries to carry on our bicycle, but did it anyway, and J.P. made us let him carry some too so no one would throw stones at him for his lack of chivalry. And then Elise and I barbequed, both for the first time, forcing the coals to burn despite the wind. Most memorable part: Elise screaming "fuck you, lighter fluid!!" at the top of her lungs. And Elise eats like a normal person, now. J.P. and I teased her about how she had recently "discovered" asparagus and how her favorite food used to be plain rice with butter on it. Ate Lebanese food, and... what? Had people over for games. We got a fake I.D. for J.P., and tried to convince ourselves that it might actually work to get him in somewhere (When Joseph lent it to us, he advised J.P. to tell people he'd "had cancer" since the I.D. picture was taken. Discuss.). And EVEN THE FRICKIN KENNEDY SCHOOL HOT TUB IS CLOSED TO MINORS AFTER 8 PM. Portland is sooooo 21 and up. And we went dumpster diving, or James did, really, with a look of ecstasy everytime he unearthed a treasure. um... and yeah. Elise!
Good times. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2006|10:08 am] |
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last night i dreamt that I was hurting someone I care about, and couldn't stop. I woke up and realized that might be true. |
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[Jul. 31st, 2006|07:54 pm] |
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I found a google-y eyeball in the corner of my room, and it fit perfectly over the little peekhole in my door. |
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[Jun. 18th, 2006|10:14 am] |
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i woke up early on accident today. it was really too bad. I tried to pretend that I wasn't awake, but then I got bored and got up. Aimee, I need some of your sleeping skills!!! Yesterday morning this homeless guy decided that our house was in need of a little salvation, so he preached the bible to us, at the top of his lungs, from the street. it was eight in the morning. Somehow I was more amused than anything. |
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| tastes like tree. and oranges. |
[Jun. 18th, 2006|10:00 am] |
this entry is a couple days old and getting stale, because I'm an eljay slacker and never bothered to post it. however:
The gorge just appears out of nowhere, along 84. You drive over the Sandy river, and turn a corner, and then... nature. Today, and yesterday too, I got to spend my day at a cabin on Mt. Hood. The road up to the cabin is narrow and overgrown. In the winter you park at the main road and ski in, but we pushed our truck on through: branches licking us like a car wash, rachel said. Once you emerge from the brush, all of a sudden you're looking at the peak of the mountain, and it's so big you feel like you're in a postcard.
We brought two barrels of booze, and some buckets, and then got out and walked through the trees picking off the light green tips of the doug firs; the new growth. You get sprayed with dew as you pull the branches down, and have to watch out for the ant hills that jut out of the ground, and you marvel that you're getting paid to do this. It's awesome.
We've been doing it for years now, and all the trees are starting to look a little top heavy, wide in the middle and narrow again at the base.
And i don't know why I'm telling you all this, except it makes me smile. |
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| awesome awesomnity |
[May. 10th, 2006|10:18 am] |
I feel like the number of Awesome People Sightings in my life has dramatically increased. This morning, at Vivace, a man sat in front of his laptop, reading something so intently that his nose was an inch from the screen, and his head slid back and forth like a typewriter as he read each line.
And then last week, there was an awesome woman on the bus. She was dressed in many items of clothing that were all white, and proceeded to gaze out the windows of the bus, waving fervently and with much poise to all the real and imaginary people outside. Elbow elbow wrist wrist, and whatnot, making sure everyone was waved to, like she was a princess on a float. I thought of her as "Miss America", like in a story Bill wrote. |
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[Apr. 26th, 2006|06:16 pm] |
I gave my apartment key to my old landlady today, and she took it, and smiled, and then encouraged me to join her new church. she did indeed.
I've been in the wierdest possible mood all day. The overarching mood is fine, flatly fine, and then there are these little inflections of hyperactivity and also sadness, and then this tiny little part of my mood makes me able to smile at the way a biker stands up and pedals to make it to the top of the hill, and laugh at the way Ryan did a booty shake at work today. Ah, it's making me smile to think of it! Yay livejournal! |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2006|10:25 pm] |
Micha once told me that the reason she didn’t like a certain book was that it didn’t seem like the author really appreciated and loved the characters. In the author’s earlier works, there had been more of a sense of empathy, she had written about her characters in a more loving manner. I was reminded of this comment tonight, when I went to hear Ira Glass talk. He talked about a ton of things, but for some reason this one comment is sticking in my head. He said that if you want to tell a quality story, you can’t just make fun of the characters in it. Doing so totally limits your scope, and it limits the amount of things you can learn from the story.
I guess I just don’t want to forget that.
Ira was awesome. His every mannerism, and gesture, and everything he said, was hilarious and endearing. He operated the soundboard like he was conducting a symphony; he’d raise his arm and lean back into his chair, appreciating the swell of the music, the poignancy of a particular recorded interview, and then at just the right second he’d swoop his arm down and turn everything off, or add something more. He goofed up, he laughed at himself, he talked about his favorite tv shows, and somehow he managed to gesture at something grand, something large and meaningful. I guess that’s just what he does. Apparently he’s starting a new tv show, with a similar pattern to the radio show. I feel like seeing him live provided a bit of a peak into what that might be like. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2006|05:27 pm] |
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After Samba, I spent some time at a little park on 12th and Stark. The park is filled with brightly colored playground equipment, but most of the people there are older homeless folks. Today a bunch of them were lounging on the grass in the sun, and when one fellow went to visit another, he walked across the drawbridge of the kiddie castle, over the turret, and down onto the grass on the other side. It was delightful. |
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| YYYYYYYEYEEEESSSSSSSSS |
[Apr. 17th, 2006|10:27 pm] |
so, as of tonight, I have secured a HOME to LIVE IN!!! I will be able to collect all my belongings, and use them on a daily basis, and stop with this wierd ascetic lifestyle where I sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor and live out of a backpack's worth of stuff.
YYYYYYYAY for domesticity, yay for beds that are cozy, yay for things that exist outside of boxes!!! |
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| nerding out |
[Apr. 16th, 2006|04:22 pm] |
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I discovered my own, personal, favorite sign of spring today; I found a bushtit's nest. (Haha, bush! haha, tit!). Bushtit's are the tiniest little birds, super round and soft looking. They travel in great flocks which, I seem to remember, stay together for years. But anyway, the cool thing about them is that they build these crazy nests that are long and saggy with a hole in the top, and look exactly like a sleeping bag hanging down from the branches of a tree. And I think it's funny to think of more than one of them living in such a structure at a time... i mean, a long sleeping bag? Not a lot of personal space.
Is it obvious I dated a bird enthusiast? Isn't it cool what you learn from dating a bird enthusiast?
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[Apr. 11th, 2006|09:11 pm] |
I was over in the Hawthorne district, looking at a house. I went to bike home, and I automatically started riding over toward Burnside, and then I realized that's not my home anymore, and then I was really sad.
the end. |
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[Mar. 8th, 2006|10:18 am] |
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i hadn't ever realized how much bike turn signals make you look like you're preparing to dive. left turn signal, arm extended straight left, body curved to accomodated it. right turn signal, arm arching over your head, head tucked in, everything about you preparing to swoop out to the right. |
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| cinnamon toast is healthy!! |
[Mar. 2nd, 2006|09:43 pm] |
alright. so i just learned about how cool cinnamon is. Check it out, cinnamon has antimicrobial properties, which is awesome. because it can ward off nasty bacteria, it could possibly be put to use in medicine, and is a potential alternative to tradition preservatives in foods.
and: the Egyptians used to use it as an embalming agent. smart.
and: some studies indicate that the smell of cinnamon alone can enhance brain functioning.
and: more claims are made about it.
and: it tastes good. |
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[Oct. 24th, 2005|02:23 pm] |
"Hello, my name is Satan."
This is literally--literally--how my work day began. Ah, the joys of working in mental health. |
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| Barbara the barbarella |
[Mar. 14th, 2005|12:44 am] |
Barbara, the secretary at work, sometimes makes me laugh. She has really faded blond, curled hair, glasses, and a big paunch, and wears flowered cardigans to work, even when it’s hot out. In short, she looks like somebody’s grandma, and probably is. And she reacts like somebody’s grandma to whatever comes her way. Like, yesterday, when Tim came up to her and kind of crooned, "hey, man, can I, like, get some matches from you" as if she was a homeboy, she just nodded patiently and got the matches from her drawer. It’s this unbreakable secretary/grandma-politeness, and not even the craziest gestures of the wildest characters in the place can break her cool. If someone collapsed, writhing and screaming in front of her desk, swearing at imaginary people, she would just lean over and dial up to Eric, or James, or Project Respond, or someone else, calmly, without a change in expression. |
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