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Back to the Present

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04/07/2010

I have many pictures to post from the last several weeks -and not enough space for all of them!  In other news… I decided to try and write every day no matter what. This morning I didn’t really have a dream, but I’m thinking when I do the dream journal totally counts as writing.

On days (like today) when I don’t have a dream, I’m just going to sit down and write out whatever comes to mind for ten minutes or so. At least until Charlie disrupts my train of thought, or trashes something. During this morning’s writing exercise Charlie infiltrated the linen closet and found the baby powder and lotion. The powder was closed, fortunately, and too difficult for his little hands to open. The lotion on the other hand, was deposited in small gobs all over the house. For example…

I think maybe he was trying to moisturize these items. There were actually more gobs I discovered as the day went on, like the one he dropped into the clothes hamper, in my left shoe, and on a sippy cup that had been abandoned in the hallway. Gotta love the terrible twos!

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Life Goes On

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12/29/2007

As I was watching the talking heads recite their monologues on Benazir Bhutto’s assasination, I got a little teary-eyed. It seems like a cut-and-dry example of the underdog getting run over by a car. An unmarked black SUV of some type, most likely. I do like to run with the metaphors, don’t I?

It makes me really sad that people can just be wiped out like that. In any situation it’s a tragedy for someone to be killed, but this one is especially poignant considering the state of the world and the current threats to socio-economic equality all over the world.

Well, tragedies are catalysts for change, right? Let’s hope it’s a positive one, or at least that the truth comes out soon. Moments after my little “moment” watching the news, my 5 year old son comes running into the room trying to make the baby laugh. He’s got his Scooby Doo briefs on his head and he’s shaking his but back and forth in a typical kindergarten version of dirty dancing.

When I finished laughing, I pulled the offending underwear off his head and handed them back to him. He then tells me, “Now I don’t have any underwear on”.

Kids.

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What’s My Fate?

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02/07/2004

I have a headache from hell right now. I’m takin’ MIDOL cause it’s the bomb. There’s this HORRIBLE version of Ivanhoe on tv right now. Elizabeth taylor (young and pretty) all those folks. It’s not bad as a movie, but they’re playing fast and loose with the plotline here. Then again… it’s been a while since I read Ivanhoe and I’m not completely paying attention.

I loved Ivanhoe. I think it might be one of my favorite books.

cathook
You somehow instantaneously permenantly tranform
into a human sized cat. In order to avoid the
authorities or ending up on a freak show, you
escape by ship with other mutants. You keep
them in line, but sometimes they like to chase
you.

What is your Fate?
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01/14/2004

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Protected: 2004 (hum tympany music here)

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01/01/2004

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Tale of the Twins

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11/18/2003

Okay here I am comparing myself to B-list literary characters again…

I am Raistlin’s female counterpart tonight. My throat and lungs are aflame, I’m coughing up (first time ever) blood, and any deep breath I attempt rattles in my chest. All I need is a red robe and an all-powerful staff.

If you recognize any of these references I suggest you read Voltaire’s Candide and call me in the morning. I tip my hat to you as a dedicated fantasy reader & lament all of our chances of finding our niche in the year 2004.

It is mostly the drugs talking.

Fistandantilus the third

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Tired Eyes

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11/10/2003

I’m looking so hard to figure out what i want. I need to rest.

My eyes are burning due to my wearing contacts too long. I’ve been better this week. Getting more things done. The Semester is coming to a close and I have to get the ball back in it’s track. I also need to get this crush situation taken care of SOON. I’m so tired of going through the week looking forward to Sunday, only to joke around and give all the dumb-ass “I don’t want him to know because I’m a chicken shit, so I’ll sabotage myself when he flirts” responses. I suck. I’ve had so many opportunities to hint at liking this guy and I think I’ve taken advantage of this ONCE in the last month. Truly, though… he heard me. He practically recited all my comments to me this Sunday on the porch.

I still can’t read him. I still don’t know if he’s trying to tell me it’s possible or just being insensitive and mocking my attempts to get around his “on stage personalities”.

This reminds me of the situation with Drew. He kept saying “I’m madly in like with you” and “I want to make passionate ‘like’ to you”. I couldn’t figure out whether he was scared to say “I love you” or wanted to keep me around despite his complete lack of feelings. It turned out to be the latter. That was a blow.

My gut instincts have improved, however, tenfold. Intuition is kicking me in the shin telling me to open up, at least try, invite him out somewhere. My wounded love organ is cowering in fear of what it sees as inevitable rejection and pain. My brain is frustrated because of the conflict and the emotional nature of the situation. I’m a jumble of discordant feelings. I need to know, one way or the other, so I can either move on or really make an effort.

I’m sleepy and lonely. I’m going to go sleep with my body pillow tonight.

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Isolated Melodrama

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10/23/2003

SO I’m getting out of my car this morning, all gussied up for the bridesmaid dress search this afternoon, and I hear a clanging sound. It’s a bell (cowbell?) being rung through the woods behind campus.

This bell lets all the RESIDENT students know that today is October day and all classes have been spontaneously cancelled and “fun” community activities shall ensue until late this afternoon.

I was all excited about October day because I have a full schedule on MWF. Today is Thursday. Not only do I not have a class at all today, but I work in the writing center from 9-12. I don’t think I can close down and leave just because there aren’t classes…what if someone needs help with a paper at the last minute? So here I sit, in an abandoned class building, while all the neato stuff (poetry slams, tango lessons, etc.) goes on elsewhere. SUCKS

Oh, but at least I look really good here, all by myself with no one to notice. Except for the run in my stocking, and that I didn’t bother putting on the garter belt to hold up my thigh-highs. feh, I can’t win.

I’m hungry.

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