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[04 Aug 2008|10:33am] |
Well Jeff broke up with me, but it's ok. Weirdly enough he finally realized that he's a little fucked up from his 5 year relationship he just got out of before he started dating me.
It was a classic break up, full of we need to talks and let's be friends. Also he told me a secret that in no way shape or form am I allowed to tell anyone. So I'll probably have to blab it to Lindsay in 2 weeks before I explode. In the end I was comforting him, because I'm just that slick.
My friend Claire gave me the best pep talk before I talked to Jeff. She was like, you know what? You should just laugh at him, because this situation is funny. He's like this stupid funny baby that can't handle life.
This is why friends are good.
Also, I told Marge and Andy what happened and they told me to come over and we drank High Life on the porch and then watched House and popped weak Vicadin.
This is also why friends are good.
So yeah. I think I'm better at being single anyways. Even though I'm a pretty damn awesome girlfriend. Facebook says I'm the most dateable. SO THERE. Hahahahhaha.
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[23 Jun 2008|03:41pm] |
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So, Jeff and I are dating. It's weird, I've liked him for a long time and now I can hang out with him whenever. Strange when things work out. He's kind of emotionally intense, which I wasn't really expecting...I don't know how I feel. I've been a so cut off from everything for the last 6 months, so connecting again is a little more awkward than I expected. What if I fuck everything up?
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[04 May 2008|12:07pm] |
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My life has turned into a bad romantic comedy or something...my crush is sleeping on my couch because he just broke up with his girlfriend. WHAT?! He's nauseous and it's still attractive. Sigh. This summer is going to be GOOD. That and I might be a terrible person. We'll see, check back in a few days.
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[14 Apr 2008|04:35pm] |
I'm stressed. Things I have been neglecting...
1) Family - you know how when you feel terrible about how you are living your life you don't want your family to know?
2)Friends - I have phone anxiety and feel like I have nothing interesting to say. I have to return at least 6 voice mails that have been left in the last 3 months.
3)Work - I had the flu for two weeks and got nothing done because my brain was mush, now it's less mushy and freaking out
4) Taxes - I just efiled and feel that I did it wrong, because I had literally no idea what I was doing.
ACKKKKKKKKKKK.
The end.
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[29 Mar 2008|03:24pm] |
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I take that back. Terrible idea. I blame lack of sleep.
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[28 Mar 2008|08:54pm] |
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It's kind of nice when you get a nervous voice message from a boy.
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[30 Jan 2008|06:45pm] |
I was feeling pretting grim last night, thankfully the sun was out today and I lay/slept in it from 6am-11am. My vitamin D levels are better. Plus Dave and I made crab cakes, salad, and pasta for dinner. Three courses y'all. Things are looking up.
Marge and I are going to the Grafton tonight to drink away the cold. Neighborhood bars make the world go round.
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[28 Nov 2007|11:02pm] |
I'm missing home these days, which is odd, because few people that I love still actually live there. My mom and dad are about it. Not to say they aren't up there when it comes to important people, but yeah, none of my friends are there anymore. Maybe it's because it's finally gotten cold and the leaves aren't pretty anymore. From fallen paths of yellow to wet brown piles of mud. Makes you want to go inside somewhere warm and never go out again.
I've been dreaming of my cat, who died when I was 12- an old ghost that used to growl at cardinals outside my window and attack me when I wasn't looking, tail swishing from behind the arm of a chair. I think I'm missing my home that existed when I was little, the living room littered with pianos, faded green carpets made out of shag, and all the tables covered with books.
What I have now doesn't feel like a home, maybe because we're moving, or maybe because the walls are filled with roaches.
NOSTALGIA.
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[15 Oct 2007|06:36pm] |
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I'm taking up smoking and moving to France. See you guys later.
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| This song molded me into what I am today. |
[11 Oct 2007|09:40pm] |
During the holidays my family makes the big boring Christmas trek to my grandma's house in the big MI. When we were little, my grandma had about two channels on her t.v. and my parents didn't really let us watch t.v. anyways, so we had to make do with leftover toys from yesteryear. For some reason, we were fascinated by my mom's childhood record player and the ancient records that were kept under her old hard mattressed bed. This was my favorite song from my favorite Disney movie.
Bare Necessities
by Disney
album: The Jungle Book (1967)
Look for the, Bear Necessities
The simple bear Necessities,
Forget about your worries and your strife.
I mean the, Bear Necessities
Oh, Mother Nature's recipes that bring the Bear Necessities to life.
Where-ever I wander, where-ever I roam,
I couldn't be fonder, of my big home.
The bees are buzzin in the trees
To make some honey just for me.
When you look under the rocks and plants,
Take a glance at the fancy ants
And maybe try a few!
The Bear Necessities of life will come to you!
Look for the Bear Necessities,
The simple Bear Necessities,
Forget about your worries and your strife!
I mean the Bear Necessities,
It's why a bear can rest-at-ease
With just the Bear Necessities of life!
Now when you pick a raw paw, or prickly pear.
And you pick a raw paw, next time beware.
Don't pick the prickly pear by paw
When you try to pick, try to use the claw.
But you don't need to use the claw
When you pick-a-pear from the big paw paw.
Have I given you a clue?
The Bear Necessities of life will come to you
(They'll come to me)
They'll come to you.
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[08 Oct 2007|10:23pm] |
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Storm's abrewin.
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| The cutest mouse I never wanted |
[04 Oct 2007|09:36pm] |
The mouse has resurfaced, but I'm not letting it get to me. True my natural paranoia has become a bit more apparent, but I know it's there, so it's not really paranoia right? What was that!!!?
Rob sent me a rad piece of music he wrote for the esteemed Shakira, and as his agent, you should beg him to send you a sample of his latest stylings, Headbone. It is too good to pass up and leave s you wanting more. You won't be disappointed in our very own musical genius. Not that you usually are. I know I'm not.
I have to work three days this week. Today, tomorrow, and Saturday. I don't know if my fragile body will be able to take it. Wouldn't want to become a workaholic or something.
I'm kind of on an NPR kick, so I apologize if I mention it a lot. But-----> today they had a story about how Canadian pot dealers are benefiting from the devaluing of the American dollar. It was a really long story...and the reporters kept referencing the fact that they knew it was illegal and didn't know anyone who used it. While listening, an image of the reporters sitting on folding chairs in their underwear around a magnificent hookah of NPR wonder came to mind.
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[03 Oct 2007|07:51pm] |
Here's an attempt to keep track of my life and force myself to write, even if it is only about what I eat and how many small injuries I've collected during the day
The fourth day of my internship went along extremely smoothly, so much so that I was forced to stare at a copy machine for an hour while it slllllllllowly spit out 652 pages that I needed for my mailing for six organs of admittance. Scratched the office dog's butt and texted reference librarians about pertinent questions of the day.
Went to the library and picked out 4 random books because my mind went blank and couldn't think of anything I wanted to read. I almost drove off with my books on the roof of my car, but two friendly motorists honked and honked until I figured out that they weren't, in fact, assholes, but instead, people who actually cared deeply about books.
Almost locked my keys in the trunk while imagining what would happen if I locked my keys in the trunk. What are the odds of thinking about something while it actually almost happens?
Went early xmas shopping on www.gifts.com, where you can plug in the personality of the person you want to give a gift to--apparently my bother is a hipster. Who knew? I think I might get him some bowls made out of records... I don't know though, the website said I'm a hipster too. I don't know how I feel about that. Just because we're related doesn't mean all that much, right?
On NPR they were interviewing an aphorism specialist. Which was pretty hilarious. These are a few of my favorites.
"When everything seems to be coming at you at once, you're probably in the wrong lane." -Unknown
History, like beauty, depends largely on the beholder. -Desmond Tutu
The discovery of a new dish does more for the happiness of mankind than the discovery of a star.- Anthelme Brillat-Savarin
Also, just in case you were wondering, there were 18 people on the Nina.
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| What? Robin's making a post? |
[02 Oct 2007|09:46pm] |
At the end of the day I have many things to show for from my internship at Drag City.
www.dragcity.com
-3 paper cuts from a publicity mailing for The Valery Project
-the new White Magic cd--- I don't know how I feel about it,
groovy vocals and intense minor key piano riffs (can a piano have riffs?)
-the knowledge of a few more staff member's names (chris, sara, nicole, and a nice redheaded fellow who i now realize forgot his name because of the redheaded/cute glasses combo: lindsay would approve), after three days, some still haven't introduced themselves, even though I've pet their dog and eaten a cookie.
-a full stomach after eating a salad that had the following:
chicken
red onion
tomato
basil
parmesan
romaine lettuce
-with a side of pumpernickel bread with a pat of butter.
Made dinner while listening to the Beta Band, which will always make me think of my freshman year roommate, when we were still friends and she didn't use my computer all the god damn day to play online card games.
My brother called while I was watching a shitty CW show called Reaper. I try joking with him as he asks if I am near a computer. As it happens, he is trying to get to the airport and is very possibly about to miss his flight to Germany to see his German exchange friend Stephan get married. Calmly he asks me to look up the German flight phone number, which is difficult because the site is in German. Working terribly under pressure, I locate a phone number at the bottom of the page. Reed gets to the ticket desk right before they close it, and all is well.
Meanwhile. A mouse might still be alive in the closet.
Unfortunately, I cannot do laundry until it is dealt with because the detergent is in the closet.
Tune in next time to find out if I am attacked by a mouse, or half to deal with a dead mouse rotting on box, blanket, or some other unfortunate thing I stuffed in the closet.
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[01 Jun 2007|01:38am] |
So I'll be getting in the Gburg around 4:45 on June 1st - depending on the California Zephyr, which always seems to be a bit late. I know I should have come on Thursday, but...I was busy sleeping all day. And also meeting the Hollywood Video guy (nametag: Evan) who is also from Minnesota and his birthday is 11 days after mine.
The excitement of my life = non-gluten pasta and freshly grated cheese.
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[23 May 2007|05:42pm] |
So today I decided that I would actually try to take care of myself so I can kick this cold. My brain hurts and so do my nostrils. I watched An Unfinished Life on cable after my interview and it actually made large tears fall from my eyes. Small whimpers. JLo gives an inspired performance and has sex with a cop in a canyon. Now that is just cinematic genious right there. It also made me want to be a cowgirl...and I'm not all that fond of horses, or cows for that matter.
I met many dogs today at the dog walking interview,that all loved me, though I don't know if I'll get the gig, which kind of drives me insane because goddamnit, if I can't get this job it's basically saying that i'm completely useless. Gah.
It's kind of too hot to move right now. I'm going to go listen to some ALT COUNTRY. And maybe write some letters.
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[12 Mar 2007|12:02am] |
I think i might accidently be burning my bridges in northfield before I move.
It's terrible, but when I hang out with people here, I usually wish I were at home or anywhere else and that I'm just going through the motions. It's really weird and I don't know what the deal is. I just talked shit about someone i barely know for no reason. gah. Maybe I'll be a better person tomorrow.
On a happier note. SPRING!
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| Updates on my life even though everyone knows them already |
[26 Feb 2007|03:37pm] |
So Project Chicago is in motion. I am moving to Roger's Park in mid to late April. Hopefully Dave will have fixed the window in my room by then. Hence there is snow on my windowsill, but I'm sure by the time I get there it'll be ass hot and the snow will have melted.
Why am I waiting until April to move? I am asking this of myself as well. Mainly because I was hired for this temp job to correct 4th grade standardized tests from Michigan in late March. So basically I have a month to kill before I have anything to do. But it pays really well and you can get a lot of hours in, so I figure I can be super money efficient and then go POW and MOVE like a mofo. Weirdly enough the one thing I've been obsessing about is my bed situation. Do I bring my bed? Do I by a used bed when I get there? Do I cry because moving shit is a big bitch? But yeah, basically it has shown me that I care about nothing else, all other items are void. Only beds really matter in the true scheme of things. For this reason, I miss my huge station wagon, even if it is only in my neighbor's driveway, rotting away.
I really would like to go to St. Louis before I start my ass job, but I don't know if that is smart mons wise. It's weird, I've been to St. Louis 6 times all while I was under 16 years old. All of these trips sucked balls, BUT I didn't have rad friends that lived there. Just a choir full of nerds on a bus for a million hours.
My Dad asked me to make dinner tonight. I need to get out of here. STAT.
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