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Happineff
“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”
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Holy shit. I just discovered that Tamora Pierce (aka, the author of my favoritest YA fiction ever) is scheduled for appearances in Columbus and 2 surrounding towns this coming Wednesday and Thursday. I want to go get her autograph very muchly, I just may be crazy enough to pursue it... We shall see. :D In other news, this past weekend was wonderful and probably the most fun and eventful weekend ever, but I have no real desire to detail it. So I don't forget however, I must record it with brevity.
Friday:
Road trip to Olmsted Falls w/ Ryan, Aaron, Rebecca and Katie
Visit head shop
Dinner at Fridays
Spooky visit at graveyard to visit "witches ball"
Saturday:
Afternoon spent at Patterson Fruit farm with folks and nephews
Evening drinking with friends
Party at the field station, which was amazing
Climbed to the roof of the science building with Ryan, Dansas, Dave and Aly
Sunday:
Went apple picking with the Betas
spelt all day, hurrah
Caramel apple making with the Betas
Another illegal trip to the roof, this time with Rebecca, doublehurrah Things are super. My birthday is in a week! Sara is getting in for a week-long visit this Friday and she's stayin in my room, Oh buddy. Also, I say "Oh Buddy" a LOT. Also, I am tired and sleepy and not being very eloquent. Cursed Livejournal. I really dont feel like using it too much, I don't know what else to say bout that. :-p |
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Wow. I just saw the most amazing movie for the first time. The Big Lebowski is fucking amaaaaazzing. I don't know if you've seen it yet, but you'd better see it quick. I love it and I'm now going to insist that everyone I know see it. See it. SEe it. |
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Have I mentioned that I love my job at Blue Canyon? Yeah, cause I do. Cause 600+ dollars in one week is just super dandy with me. The summer has been very nice, and I can't believe I'm already receiving information from Hiram about moving back in for the 06-07 school year. At the beginning of the summer I was griping about how much I wished I was back there, and now I'm in such a great rhythm this summer that I wish I had more time to enjoy it. I've been getting in as much time with Ryan and Aaron as I can and lately I've been seeing more of Jill and finally (yay!) Lynn since she's in for a week. There's still so many more people I'd love to touch base with before the school year starts. I just work nights so often that it's hard to schedule things. Mmm, I've been day-dreaming a lot. It's nice to fantasize, but at the same time I'm trying to face my future more realisticly-namely, looking into grad schools and/or career options. I'm fairly certain I'm going to be diving into the world of publishing when my time to join the real world arrives... I just hope it works out.
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Saw Pirates: Dead Man's Chest a few nights ago. It was not as good as I was expecting or had been led to believe. Too crazy. At least it was entertaining that way. Cha cha cha.
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So the gig at Blue Canyon is going splendidly. It's just a tad stressful, as serving always is, but the atmosphere is great and the people I work with are wonderful and the restaraunt is beautiful. If I can keep this job going for years, I will. I have had so many errands and loose ends to tie up lately, it's almost like I'm living an independent life. Well, all except for the fact that I still live at home with my parents (which is getting more maddening every day). My room's a shit-hole right now, but everything else is in order. I figured out that my bills haven't been mailed to me because my P.O. Box at Hiram needs to be activated again, so I had to call my credit card company to make a phone payment. Which is good since I just deposited loads of cash into my bank account. Also faxed medical information to Hiram's health center. Am staying on track with very very good dieting and have worked out three times this week. It feels so good to be losing weight. I have a Biology lab test in about half an hour. I've memorized all the chambers and valves and blood vessels around the heart so much that I'm blue in the face. Though if my face ever does turn blue, someone please rush me to the hospital. Until later, play here and become the next Jackson Pollock.
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Happy Fourth, everyone. Had a lovely evening setting off sparklers and roasting smores by the campfire with my brother and his family. As it turns out, I am quite the proficient fire-fly catcher. I had a net latern a-glow with critters which will blink through the night at Andrew's bedside. Hurrah.
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Audere est facere - To dare is to do. (Motto of Tottenham Hotspur) |
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Went to the Nine Inch Nails concert on Tuesday. NIN = Awesome. Fun show, I need to see concerts more often. Also, while I was there I saw David Ratner from a distance (I was looking at his crazy punk shirt first and then I was like, wait, he looks familiar...RATNER!) and I also saw Jill's brother Paul there. Didn't talk to either, but small world, eh? And last night I drank with Aaron and Mike Jooooones and we did the diet coke and mentos thing! WOOHOO! It was pretty amazing, it really is a geyser. I suggest everyone try it, if you're willing to waste a couple bucks for a home science experiment. Worth it.
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Hello. So I assume everybody knows about this Diet Coke and Mentos Geyser Phenomenon that's exploded (pun intended) onto today's scene. If you would like a visual, watch this elaborate demonstration. Today on my way to work, I was listening on the radio as some crazy DJ's decided to swallow a packet of mentos and then down a lot of diet coke. I can only say that stupidity abounds here and also, never, ever, ever swallow mentos and then follow it with diet soda, or any kind of fizzy beverage. The neanderthol who acted as guinea pig in this radio experiment was foaming at the mouth as the soda foamed up his asophogas and expanded his stomach past its capacity. Okay, yes, it was vastly amusing, but incredibly stupid. Anyway, it just made my morning. He actually was giving himself the Hiemlich maneuver against a chair on the air. Oh livejournal, livejournal, I hardly ever update thee. I just haven't been in the mood, plus it seems that few of my friends are also updating these days (although Eliza is the one exception, she updates like it's her job. ;) well done). Speaking of jobs, I have one! Hooray! I'm currently in training to be a server at Blue Canyon Restaurant in Twinsburg, which is an amazing new restaurant with a top rate chef and great clientel. I know after Applebee's I swore I would never be a waitress again, but I got into Blue Canyon with a great reference (yay for my parents having good friends) and the atmosphere and employees there are nice and friendly and the tips are going to be amazing, so I'm rather glad to be working there. It is a lot of work, I have to memorize something like 7 or 8 separate menus (dinner, lunch, tavern, patio, martini, dessert, brunch and wine menus) but I'm learning it slowly. It's a bit pricey, but I highly suggest that everyone visit Blue Canyon. It's a phenomenal restaurant. In other news, I'm taking a biology class and lab this summer to catch up on some much needed graduation requirements. Earlier this week I dissected my first fetal pig. It was pretty interesting. I sliced it open with the finesse of a gifted surgeon and studied its insides with much fervor. Since I never dissected a fetal pig in high school (though I remember you honors bio folks doing it) I never realized how large they are. It was like a rubbery chicken. Like the size of my cat. Crazy fetal pigs. Been watching a lot of movies lately. I've been renting from the library and watching them in the nice lengthy 3-week rental period they give me. Movies I've seen recently that I really enjoyed:
Constantine: I meant to see it when it came out and never got around to it, and then never had an interest to rent it at Blockbusters, but I finally saw it and LOVED IT. Okay, Keanu's acting got a little cheesy at times, and the action was a little too actiony, but something about the whole movie just got me hooked. I must buy it.
Rolling Kansas: A movie about five friends who go on a road trip to find a forest of marijuana in Kansas. I thought it was hysterical, in a kind of quiet, quirky way. I must show this to my stoner friends. Also saw and thought was okay:
Peter Pan
28 Days Later
Oceans Twelve
Shadow of the Vampire
The X Files Movie
Jarhead
Vanilla Sky
Wimbeldon
Soylent Green
Shit there was a lot more, but I can't remember them. Oh well. My goldfish Rocky Road died a little while ago. Now I only have one, which I sometimes forget to feed, Whitey, and I think she's lonely. I don't know if I want to buy another, because the vibrating of the water pump kind of annoys me at night. I'll just wait for Whitey to die. Sounds horrible, I know. I am satan. And finally, WHERE THE HELL IS MATT?
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I gots two goldfish.
I call them Rocky Road and Whitey.
They's cute.
I had one other fish, called Bubbles, but he died when I brought home R.R. and Whitey.
I got bubbles at the Blosson Time Carnival.
So I didn't feel that bad that he died.
Cuase that's what carnival fish do.
I gave Bubbles a burial at sea.
It was beautiful.
So sad you missed it. |
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I've figured out why I'm so tired... The population of the U.S. is 237 million. 104 million are retired. That leaves 133 million to do the work. There are 85 million in school, which leaves 48 million to do the work. Of this there are 29 million employed by the federal government, leaving 19 million to do the work. 2.8 million are in the Armed Forces, which leaves 16.2 million to do the work. Take from the total the 14,800,000 people who work for State and City Governments and that leaves 1.4 million to do the work. At any given time there are 188,000 people in hospitals, leaving 1,212,000 to do the work. Now, there are 1,211,998 people in prisons. That leaves just two people to do the work. You and me. And you're sitting at your computer reading jokes. |
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Our Strange Language Can you read these right the first time... fast? 1. The bandage was wound around the wound.
2. The farm used to produce produce.
3. The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
4. We must polish the Polish furniture.
5. He could lead if he could get the lead out.
6. The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7. Since there was no time like the present, he decided to present his present.
8. The bass was painted on the head of a bass drum.
9. When shot at the dove dove into the bushes.
10. I did not object to the object.
11. They were too close to the door to close it.
12. The buck does funny things when the does are present.
13. A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
14. The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
15. Upon seeing a tear in the painting I shed a tear.
16. I had to subject the subject to a series of tests. |
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Yyyeaaaaah. I stayed up all night and accomplished nothing. I rock.
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It's my last night on campus (At least, my last night living here in this dorm room) and instead of partying, drinking or otherwise having a good time, I somehow fell asleep and slept all evening and now I must stay up as long as possible in order to finish writing my final for my fiction class. I just might might fail it at this point, but I'm sort of not worried. C'est la vie. I've been thinking a lot about what my summer plans are going to be. At first I thought I'd probably just pull together a lame retail job and work that for three hellish months, but I worked out my other options with a counselor today. I've decided I'm going to be really proactive about getting harp gigs this summer and making money that way. I'm going to make fliers soon and find places to post them: churches, schools ANYWHERE. I will probably be ambushing some of you soon with these fliers; it'd be fantastic if you'd be willing to put them up in your churches/towns or tell your neighbors and friends. Of course, it's not mandatory, but if you know anyone who might need a harpist for any occasion, I'm advertising. La dee dah. I have business cards too. I'm looking forward to a summer of harp playing for money... I think if I get lots of patrons, I can actually bring in some nice dough. Also once my name is out there, I'll be available to play even during the school year. So we'll see how that goes. I have heartburn from Chipotle's. It's the only thing I ate today, and now it's sort of gurgling in my stomach, but OH MAN I just looooove Chipotle.
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Philadelphia was sunny that day, filled with the kind of light you expect to see coming from a nuclear blast. It sliced its way sideways off of glass buildings and knocked at manhole covers, inquiring as to whether the creatures of the sewers cared to come up and squint at the sun. Bums on the sidewalks huddled in the shade of awnings and sang songs to their shoes. People on foot moved along with a certain agitation, their hands to their brows as they peered forward, like trying to see through to the other side of a glass of milk. The air, however, was solid and fresh as a Popsicle and moved around the bodies in a weak but tickling wind. Krista Faber glided down the sidewalk with her eyes wide open. In one hand she held a pair of sunglasses and a plastic grocery bag which bobbed near her knees. Her blonde hair, long and loose and thin, followed her closely through the sun-drenched streets, a banner of declaration everywhere she went. Long limbs carried her swiftly down the streets without hesitation, without distraction, towards the Reading Terminal Farmer’s Market. A man jingled a cup of change at her from the right, a child in a red cap ran past her on the left while its mother yelled something threatening, and still Krista walked. Krista’s mother used to bring her into the city when she was younger, claiming it was a wonderful place to shop. “I buy things in the city,” she told Krista, “so that when folks ask me where I got this necklace or that dress I can say they came from Philadelphia. That way, nothing comes from anywhere boring.” Local always equaled boring to Krista who was raised in Chester Springs, a small borough in Pennsylvania. She and her mother took daytrips to Philadelphia to eat in at delis and spend hours glove shopping. Her mother just loved gloves. [This is the beginning of a short story I've started in my Fiction Seminar Workshop. I can't tell if I like this character and where she's going. Actually crafting a short story is very new to me, but it's fun and interesting.]
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Still wish my nose wasn't stuffy. | |
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My mangy flea-ridden dog sat through the opera at the rising of a blue moon—the third day after the accident at the bus-stop in his hotel room. Napolean Bonaparte jumped crazily right before he said, “good-bye,” below 0 degrees Mongolian Land. Ruby Saphire hurried down Rodeo Drive after the harvest season in a geisha house deep in Tokyo. Molly the Mole did crazy dancing jumping jacks at the break of dawn, when the sky is pink, in the bell-tower of a cathedral. Hot-blooded America finds a home during mid-April on the shores of Lake Erie. Many moons ago, the fiery phoenix was resurrected as Jesus the Savior on sapphire cliffs with mountain views. Zanzibar the pilot was banished to the land of Tik-mun-Too, where every second lasted longer as the day went on. At the precise time of 1,000,000 years into the creation of man, Bill tripped and fell into a manhole to the jungles in misty Beijing valleys. In the depths of the jungle in Burkina Faso, Barnie Rubble bravely scaled the icy mountain at 3 pm in the afternoon. In the wee small hours of the morning, a dilapidated rollercoaster transcended beyond eleven moons on the top of the toilet’s tank. In the Wayside School of fucked up stories—where little kids go in and don’t come out ever again—Norma of the ChiChi tribe laughed in the face of death during centuries of war. In an ancient winter, long ago, fifteen cheerleaders from Madagascar felt dryly around sifting through loose nooks or hooks to the amazing black hole of a stellular star! In grandpa’s cobwebbed attic, a blue moon, a rebirth of man felt his way through the raggedy tragic forest of the Savana near the breaking of the first light. In the future, where whales fly in taxis, Penis Head and Testicle Balls jump on a pile of grapes at a bar in Bogota. Right before my Aunt Flo kicked the bucket, a rounded, well-shaped woman sky-dived into the ocean and swam her way in a bucket of chum. Far deep in the woods, Prickery Pear and his friend “Freshly Squeezed Boy Juice” climbed on top of a wild pink lion over twelve days ago. |
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