The Blizzard of 2005
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Monday, January 31, 2005
Bee Stung Lips
So my new lipstick is a little scary. I understand that it's supposed to plump my lips, but I didn't really believe it. As most of the women in my family tend to lose their upper lips as they age, I figured every little bit helps. After applying the lipstick only twice, I could see a definite plumping. It was just a little disconcerting to peek at the mirror and WHOA suddenly I look a little collagen-enhanced. I'm probably the only one who can see it, but it's weird.
Bad Come Ons II
Today at a stoplight this guy looked over and grinned while raising his eyebrows in a "Hey, Foxy Lady" sort of way. Why this was bad (other than the Foxy Lady thing):
a) He was probably about 25 years older than me
b) The cigarette dangling from his lower lip (how he grinned and kept that cigarette there I don't know. Adhesive saliva?)
Gee, I thought I was going to have to mine my mental archives to supply you with more bad come ons, but they just keep happening.
a) He was probably about 25 years older than me
b) The cigarette dangling from his lower lip (how he grinned and kept that cigarette there I don't know. Adhesive saliva?)
Gee, I thought I was going to have to mine my mental archives to supply you with more bad come ons, but they just keep happening.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
I'm One of the Cool Kids
There is a group of cool, generally liberal, counter-culture Mormon people who have "Culture Night" every month or so. One night we learned about bowling and then went bowling. One night was all about Southern Culture, with a slideshow presented by a friend of mine from Arkansas. Last night's presentation was on Hell. Do you know how many horrible ways there are to be punished in the Shinto/Buddhist line of thought? Dante has nothing on the Japanese. Of note is the punishment for fraud. Nests of vipers eat you from the inside out. Ewwww! For each act of fraud you committed in life, another nest of vipers takes up residence inside you.
Through chatting last night, we discovered that this group is disproportionally made up of English majors (including me). I think it's an effort to cling to undergrad coffee shop culture and present a cool face to the rest of the world. Also, English majors tend to have wacky interests in addition to literature. And we really really like to do random research. Research is what brought me to law school. I could spend hours pouring over and analyzing statutory text. Yes, I am a sick woman.
As of last night I'm officially a part of the group. I've always been kind of a tagalong, invited by a friend who was officially invited. I told my mom about the Hell night before I went and she said, "You have such cool friends." I said, "Well, actually, I'm sort of on the periphery of this group. But I really want to get in somehow because they are the cool kids." Last night, they asked for my email address so I can get the official evites. Alriiiight! Let's hear it for intellectual snobbery!
Not only that, but I have a gmail account! And a brand new pink puffy coat I got for 50% off at Macy's, my second favorite store - Target is first, of course. Could I get any cooler?
Through chatting last night, we discovered that this group is disproportionally made up of English majors (including me). I think it's an effort to cling to undergrad coffee shop culture and present a cool face to the rest of the world. Also, English majors tend to have wacky interests in addition to literature. And we really really like to do random research. Research is what brought me to law school. I could spend hours pouring over and analyzing statutory text. Yes, I am a sick woman.
As of last night I'm officially a part of the group. I've always been kind of a tagalong, invited by a friend who was officially invited. I told my mom about the Hell night before I went and she said, "You have such cool friends." I said, "Well, actually, I'm sort of on the periphery of this group. But I really want to get in somehow because they are the cool kids." Last night, they asked for my email address so I can get the official evites. Alriiiight! Let's hear it for intellectual snobbery!
Not only that, but I have a gmail account! And a brand new pink puffy coat I got for 50% off at Macy's, my second favorite store - Target is first, of course. Could I get any cooler?
Friday, January 28, 2005
Happy Birthday, Dad!
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Da-aaad
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Da-aaad
Happy Birthday to you!
The Beastles
The Beastles
Beatles + Beastie Boys = Riotous perfection
I'm a big fan of Sure-Bla-Di Shot-Bla-Da
Sizzlin'
For all of you who were waiting with bated breath, I did find a parking space last night. I was actually semi-concerned that when I came out this morning it would be towed. But here's the thing. They managed to plow out enough of Broadway that they cleared maybe half of the space typically taken up by parked cars on one side of the street. As I drove down Broadway I noticed some people had actually parked there. Well, I tried the side streets, I really did, but to no avail. I finally parked behind another car on Broadway, with Bunny as smushed into the snowbank on the passenger side as I could get her. I figured if they towed me, they had to tow everyone else who parked on Broadway. I left the house at 7:45 this morning so what are the odds that in between 8:00 PM and 7:45 AM they would get it together enough to tow 40 cars? They have bigger fish to fry - and I hope those fish include plowing the side streets.
Tonight I'm going to a Culture Night gathering about Hell. From what I understand there will be lots of spicy food and the night should be fraught with temptations. Fabulous!
Tonight I'm going to a Culture Night gathering about Hell. From what I understand there will be lots of spicy food and the night should be fraught with temptations. Fabulous!
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Bunny the Car
I have a white Ford Focus. Her name is Bunny. There's no reason, it's just her name. Bunny and I have a special relationship. She understands that I love her and will do nice things for me in return. Like putter out a few more miles on fumes when I have promised that if we can just make this one stop because I HAVE to get to an appointment and then I'll swing around the corner where I know there's a gas station.
Last night, Bunny wouldn't start. She was chugging but wouldn't turn over and there was this weird rrrrrrrr rrrrrrrr rrrrrrrr sound underneath the chugging that just didn't sound happy. My dad, my home teacher, and my roommate all said it was probably the battery. A couple of friends of mine came over and gave me a jump (Thanks, Janelle and Sunni!). Bunny started right up and I drove her around a little bit and then asked her to please please please start up again this morning because I really needed to be at school today.
This morning she started and I did a little happy car dance and said thank you to her and revved her up and I could tell she was just happy to be going. (Shut up, we have a special relationship)
And if I go outside after class tonight and Bunny won't start and I'm stuck out in freakin' Newton with no one else around, I may have to take back all the sweet things I said about her. But I promised her a new battery either tomorrow or Saturday so hopefully she's still feelin' the love.
However, since I probably won't be able to find a parking space when I get home tonight, I may be sleeping at the school anyway. I wish Boston/Cambridge could get it together like Chicago and actually plow and salt and all that jazz. I nearly skidded out when I rounded a corner and in the middle of a major major street where people usually speed by somewhere between 50 and 60 mph there was a big pile of dirty snow. hel-LO!
Side note on digging out your parking space: Since SundayI have spent 2 1/2 hours digging out my car. On the streets of Chicago when there's a heavy snow and you dig out your car, a lawn chair will suffice to hold your space. In my mind, this is completely fair. If you spend that much time digging yourself out, why should some upstart be able to come and usurp your spot, especially since the city has not gotten it together enough to plow out the spots on Broadway, a major road where I could park if they would actually plow.
However, this does not work where I live. In fact, last night since I had to drive Bunny around to charge up the battery, I took a lawn chair from our porch to hold my space for the 15 minutes I was gone. Because I will be d**ned if I leave for 15 minutes and someone steals my spot (see 2 1/2 hours above). As I'm walking to my car one of my neighbors walks by me and says, "You're not going to put that in a spot are you?"
I reply, "Yes, because my battery died and I just got a jump so I have to drive my car around for a few minutes and I don't want to lose the spot."
He looks dubious, "Well, I remove those things if I see them there overnight. This isn't South Boston." (apparently South Boston is a wonderful, magical place where lawn chairs do hold parking spots)
I just look at him. "Um, I'm only going to be gone for a few minutes and I live right there." pointing at my house.
"Yeah, well. This isn't South Boston."
Thanks for the compassion, neighbor.
I can understand if someone comes to my neighborhood, parks, walks to the T, and then leaves for the evening expecting a lawn chair to hold his/her spot for the night. But at this point there are still so many buried cars and it's pretty obvious that anyone who has dug their car out actually lives in the neighborhood.
2 1/2 hours!
THIS is why I want to move further south.
Last night, Bunny wouldn't start. She was chugging but wouldn't turn over and there was this weird rrrrrrrr rrrrrrrr rrrrrrrr sound underneath the chugging that just didn't sound happy. My dad, my home teacher, and my roommate all said it was probably the battery. A couple of friends of mine came over and gave me a jump (Thanks, Janelle and Sunni!). Bunny started right up and I drove her around a little bit and then asked her to please please please start up again this morning because I really needed to be at school today.
This morning she started and I did a little happy car dance and said thank you to her and revved her up and I could tell she was just happy to be going. (Shut up, we have a special relationship)
And if I go outside after class tonight and Bunny won't start and I'm stuck out in freakin' Newton with no one else around, I may have to take back all the sweet things I said about her. But I promised her a new battery either tomorrow or Saturday so hopefully she's still feelin' the love.
However, since I probably won't be able to find a parking space when I get home tonight, I may be sleeping at the school anyway. I wish Boston/Cambridge could get it together like Chicago and actually plow and salt and all that jazz. I nearly skidded out when I rounded a corner and in the middle of a major major street where people usually speed by somewhere between 50 and 60 mph there was a big pile of dirty snow. hel-LO!
Side note on digging out your parking space: Since SundayI have spent 2 1/2 hours digging out my car. On the streets of Chicago when there's a heavy snow and you dig out your car, a lawn chair will suffice to hold your space. In my mind, this is completely fair. If you spend that much time digging yourself out, why should some upstart be able to come and usurp your spot, especially since the city has not gotten it together enough to plow out the spots on Broadway, a major road where I could park if they would actually plow.
However, this does not work where I live. In fact, last night since I had to drive Bunny around to charge up the battery, I took a lawn chair from our porch to hold my space for the 15 minutes I was gone. Because I will be d**ned if I leave for 15 minutes and someone steals my spot (see 2 1/2 hours above). As I'm walking to my car one of my neighbors walks by me and says, "You're not going to put that in a spot are you?"
I reply, "Yes, because my battery died and I just got a jump so I have to drive my car around for a few minutes and I don't want to lose the spot."
He looks dubious, "Well, I remove those things if I see them there overnight. This isn't South Boston." (apparently South Boston is a wonderful, magical place where lawn chairs do hold parking spots)
I just look at him. "Um, I'm only going to be gone for a few minutes and I live right there." pointing at my house.
"Yeah, well. This isn't South Boston."
Thanks for the compassion, neighbor.
I can understand if someone comes to my neighborhood, parks, walks to the T, and then leaves for the evening expecting a lawn chair to hold his/her spot for the night. But at this point there are still so many buried cars and it's pretty obvious that anyone who has dug their car out actually lives in the neighborhood.
2 1/2 hours!
THIS is why I want to move further south.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Alright Already
I'm thinking the snow is overstaying its welcome now. After 2 1/2 feet over the weekend, I really don't think it's necessary to add another 6-10 inches today, do you? I will be re-shoveling out my car tomorrow morning because I have to get to school tomorrow. Hope my car makes it.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
American Idol
My new boyfriend is the cute semi-country minister guy who sang last tonight and made it to Hollywood by the skin of his teeth. He can sing "In the Still of the Night" to me any time. I'm not sure if he's up to the Hotty McHotHot level, but he's definitely a Cutie Patootie, if we're going to get all technical about it.
How I Entertained Myself While Waiting in Line for My Parking Sticker
- Cursed myself for forgetting my iPod
- Organized my voice mail and whittled it down from 7 to 3 saved messages
- Tried to see how long I could hold my breath to stave off breathing in chain-smoker man standing in front of me
- Listened to the wacky overbearing lady insist to her soft-spoken husband that the counters were THREE different heights! She darted out from her spot in line to stand in front of the various counters and show where they came to on her chest. Then she darted back to her husband and looked at him for confirmation. Soft-spoken husband half-smiled and nodded and said, “Yep.”
- Avoided eye contact with the greasy man behind me who kept inching closer and closer. Dude, I’m in a sweatshirt and workout pants and a coat that’s too big for me and earmuffs. I am NOT attractive right now
- Downloaded Frogger onto my cell phone
- Watched the wacky overbearing lady dispute a late fee on a ticket that was keeping her from obtaining her parking sticker. I have sympathy for this. The police gave me a ticket on August 23rd for not having a resident sticker, despite the fact that I have had a resident sticker prominently displayed in the window most likely facing said cop since July 8th. In fact he/she was probably leaning on it while writing the ticket
- Text messaged my friend Rachel telling her I was soooooo bored and the line was so looooong. Text messaging takes 4ever, but multiple o’s take no time at all
- Played 12 games of Frogger. Why won’t the Frog jump onto the little grassy pier like he is supposed to in the swamp? I can’t very well jump him into the water, right? So my only option is the grassy pier, but that’s not working. Maybe I have a Frog with a death wish
- Listened to the wacky overbearing lady say “$25 for an extra sticker! That must have gone up. That’s not right!” Turns to soft-spoken husband, “Right?!” Soft-spoken husband mumbles “I don’t know…” and takes a few steps toward the door
The man coming in just as I was leaving asked me how it looked. I pointed to the spot about 3 people in front of him and told him I started there and it took an hour. He grimaced and the lady standing in the spot I pointed to said, “An hour?!” They thanked me and I wished them good luck and I headed out the door. There is such camaraderie in dealing with bureaucracy.
I stopped at the Cambridge Public Library on the off chance that they might have a treatise on how to write opening statements. I am in a Trial Practice class and rather than have us buy a textbook, the professors told us to use reference books in the library. Well that’s all well and good because it saves us 97 bucks, but I haven’t been able to get to the library for 4 days now because the street my car is parked on is still not plowed.
The library didn’t have any trial books, so I’ll be watching both episodes of Law and Order on TNT tonight for inspiration and tips. I did borrow O Brother Where Art Thou as a little present to myself after I do my opening statement Thursday night.
One note - Man sitting in between the Non-Fiction Videos and Science Fiction and Fantasy who I had to walk by twice: can you please take a shower next time you go out in public?
- Organized my voice mail and whittled it down from 7 to 3 saved messages
- Tried to see how long I could hold my breath to stave off breathing in chain-smoker man standing in front of me
- Listened to the wacky overbearing lady insist to her soft-spoken husband that the counters were THREE different heights! She darted out from her spot in line to stand in front of the various counters and show where they came to on her chest. Then she darted back to her husband and looked at him for confirmation. Soft-spoken husband half-smiled and nodded and said, “Yep.”
- Avoided eye contact with the greasy man behind me who kept inching closer and closer. Dude, I’m in a sweatshirt and workout pants and a coat that’s too big for me and earmuffs. I am NOT attractive right now
- Downloaded Frogger onto my cell phone
- Watched the wacky overbearing lady dispute a late fee on a ticket that was keeping her from obtaining her parking sticker. I have sympathy for this. The police gave me a ticket on August 23rd for not having a resident sticker, despite the fact that I have had a resident sticker prominently displayed in the window most likely facing said cop since July 8th. In fact he/she was probably leaning on it while writing the ticket
- Text messaged my friend Rachel telling her I was soooooo bored and the line was so looooong. Text messaging takes 4ever, but multiple o’s take no time at all
- Played 12 games of Frogger. Why won’t the Frog jump onto the little grassy pier like he is supposed to in the swamp? I can’t very well jump him into the water, right? So my only option is the grassy pier, but that’s not working. Maybe I have a Frog with a death wish
- Listened to the wacky overbearing lady say “$25 for an extra sticker! That must have gone up. That’s not right!” Turns to soft-spoken husband, “Right?!” Soft-spoken husband mumbles “I don’t know…” and takes a few steps toward the door
The man coming in just as I was leaving asked me how it looked. I pointed to the spot about 3 people in front of him and told him I started there and it took an hour. He grimaced and the lady standing in the spot I pointed to said, “An hour?!” They thanked me and I wished them good luck and I headed out the door. There is such camaraderie in dealing with bureaucracy.
I stopped at the Cambridge Public Library on the off chance that they might have a treatise on how to write opening statements. I am in a Trial Practice class and rather than have us buy a textbook, the professors told us to use reference books in the library. Well that’s all well and good because it saves us 97 bucks, but I haven’t been able to get to the library for 4 days now because the street my car is parked on is still not plowed.
The library didn’t have any trial books, so I’ll be watching both episodes of Law and Order on TNT tonight for inspiration and tips. I did borrow O Brother Where Art Thou as a little present to myself after I do my opening statement Thursday night.
One note - Man sitting in between the Non-Fiction Videos and Science Fiction and Fantasy who I had to walk by twice: can you please take a shower next time you go out in public?
Bad Come Ons
Jenn in Santa Cruz and I were driving down 5th/6th Street in Tucson in my little Ford Festiva. I stopped at a stoplight and this guy cruised through the crosswalk in front of us on his dirt bike. As he passed, he looked at us appraisingly, gradually going slower and slower. After crossing, he glanced over his shoulder at us with a definite "How you doin'" look and a little grin. I looked at Jenn. "What exactly did he expect from that? Throw your bike in the back and hop in?"
Sunday, January 23, 2005
I Just Might Be This Shallow
Hmmm, it says he's 40 but he looks a bit older. Is it a bad thing that one of the new guys on LDS Link-Up (aka Mormon Friendster) piqued my interest solely because he lives in Winchester, MA? Come on - Winchester! Have you seen the houses there? Amazing!
A White World
This morning I woke up and got dressed right away to go exploring in the snow. I took my camera and shot almost a whole roll of film in my 5 block walk around the neighborhood. Just as I was leaving, one of my roommates came inside from having shoveled out some of the walk so I took a picture of her. She has this orange coat that looks more suitable to an Antarctic expedition than wintertime in Boston. She told me I would need a windbreaker because the wind was blowing really hard. Bear in mind I already had my heavy coat, scarf, earmuffs, and boots on, but she said the wind would whip right through my coat. So she loaned me a Columbia windbreaker of hers and I put it on over my coat - it was a men's jacket and big enough to fit over my coat and me. She was right, I needed it. I'm sure I looked dead sexy as well.
Upon stepping outside of my door, I was surprised at the quiet. I could only hear the shhh of the snow and the whooshing of the wind. It is never completely quiet where I live. Traffic is always rushing by on the busy street 3 houses down from me, and a lot of people use our street as a quick thoroughfare from one main road to another. I walked down the middle of my street and up the hill to my car, where I took several pictures of it buried in the snow. Then I walked to the main road and only had to step aside once as a Jeep with a plow attached to the front passed by. The snow was still falling hard and I could only see about 20 feet in front of me, and after that it was all whiteness. I met about five other people out walking and as we passed each other we gave each other looks like, "Isn't this amazing?"
The people in my ward organized three Sacrament services at people's homes, so at about 1:30 my roomies and I set out for our friends' house 4 blocks away. Once one of my roomies emails me the picture we had a passerby take of us all bundled up, I'll post it to this site. Heidi in her orange jacket, Angie with 3 hoods covering her head, and me with 2 jackets on. We had a nice time meeting up with some people from church and had a nice short meeting, followed by hot cider and chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. While we were there, the snow finally stopped. All told, I think it snowed hard for about 24 hours straight.
When we came back to our street, the whole neighborhood was out, shoveling walks and digging out cars. I decided I better go ahead and dig out my car before the snow froze into an ice block. All I have to say is, let's hear it for dry snow! I'm worn out, and I know my arms are going to be sore tomorrow, but at least the snow was pretty light. It took me about an hour and a half.
The problem I had was where in the world to put all the snow? Since you can only park on one side of the street, I repeatedly crossed the street and piled the snow on the snowbank on the other side. Several people had the same idea and the snow pile keep towering higher and higher. I figure it will be all melted by June or so. When I walk through the narrow shoveled-out paths on the sidewalks, the snow on either side of me is about waist deep.
I have to say how fabulous the local men with their snowblowers and snowplows are, especially the one at Chatham and Dana at about 5:30 PM tonight. I managed to dig out my car about 2/3 of the way. I figured if I could just make a spot big enough for me to back out a little and then turn and wiggle my way out, I'd be ok. I guess the city has a deal with various snowblower owners because they keep showing up to clear paths on the sidewalks. One man showed up at 5:30 and proceeded to make a path on the sidewalk running alongside my car. He came out to get something from his truck and asked, "Do you want some help?" Twist my arm. He got rid of the rest of that 1/3 pile of snow, so now my car is completely clear. Hooray! I thanked him profusely and was going to grab him some cookies one of my roomies made today, but he left right after he helped me. His karma is going to be good today.
The world is very surreal and strangely beautiful right now. I can still hear the wind whistling around my house and know it's going to be a cold cold night.
Upon stepping outside of my door, I was surprised at the quiet. I could only hear the shhh of the snow and the whooshing of the wind. It is never completely quiet where I live. Traffic is always rushing by on the busy street 3 houses down from me, and a lot of people use our street as a quick thoroughfare from one main road to another. I walked down the middle of my street and up the hill to my car, where I took several pictures of it buried in the snow. Then I walked to the main road and only had to step aside once as a Jeep with a plow attached to the front passed by. The snow was still falling hard and I could only see about 20 feet in front of me, and after that it was all whiteness. I met about five other people out walking and as we passed each other we gave each other looks like, "Isn't this amazing?"
The people in my ward organized three Sacrament services at people's homes, so at about 1:30 my roomies and I set out for our friends' house 4 blocks away. Once one of my roomies emails me the picture we had a passerby take of us all bundled up, I'll post it to this site. Heidi in her orange jacket, Angie with 3 hoods covering her head, and me with 2 jackets on. We had a nice time meeting up with some people from church and had a nice short meeting, followed by hot cider and chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. While we were there, the snow finally stopped. All told, I think it snowed hard for about 24 hours straight.
When we came back to our street, the whole neighborhood was out, shoveling walks and digging out cars. I decided I better go ahead and dig out my car before the snow froze into an ice block. All I have to say is, let's hear it for dry snow! I'm worn out, and I know my arms are going to be sore tomorrow, but at least the snow was pretty light. It took me about an hour and a half.
The problem I had was where in the world to put all the snow? Since you can only park on one side of the street, I repeatedly crossed the street and piled the snow on the snowbank on the other side. Several people had the same idea and the snow pile keep towering higher and higher. I figure it will be all melted by June or so. When I walk through the narrow shoveled-out paths on the sidewalks, the snow on either side of me is about waist deep.
I have to say how fabulous the local men with their snowblowers and snowplows are, especially the one at Chatham and Dana at about 5:30 PM tonight. I managed to dig out my car about 2/3 of the way. I figured if I could just make a spot big enough for me to back out a little and then turn and wiggle my way out, I'd be ok. I guess the city has a deal with various snowblower owners because they keep showing up to clear paths on the sidewalks. One man showed up at 5:30 and proceeded to make a path on the sidewalk running alongside my car. He came out to get something from his truck and asked, "Do you want some help?" Twist my arm. He got rid of the rest of that 1/3 pile of snow, so now my car is completely clear. Hooray! I thanked him profusely and was going to grab him some cookies one of my roomies made today, but he left right after he helped me. His karma is going to be good today.
The world is very surreal and strangely beautiful right now. I can still hear the wind whistling around my house and know it's going to be a cold cold night.
Storm of the Century
That's what they're calling it. My question is - would that be this century? Because, really, this century hasn't lasted very long so it's not that impressive when you think about it.
Regardless, it's snowing wicked hard and the wind is wicked strong (we are in Boston, after all). I had a bunch of errands to run today and I finished just as the snow started really coming down. The snow keeps falling, and the icicles on the neighbor's eaves look increasingly dangerous. And the wind!
All told, it's an amazing storm!
I am so not looking forward to digging out my car on Monday. I just looked at the cars out in front of our house and the drifts are about up to the hoods. I'm sure by the time I wake up tomorrow the cars will be completely covered. I'm going to take some picture tomorrow morning (the flannel pajamas came out as soon as I got home so I haven't taken any pictures tonight). I don't have my real camera since I left it at my parents' place at Christmas to be mailed to me, however that has yet to happen. I do have a cheap-o camera I bought at Menard's in Chicago several years ago so hopefully the pictures will look decent. The camera is a great icy blue - very appropriate.
I love fresh snow, even if it is three feet high. Church has been cancelled tomorrow, everything is at a standstill. There's something so cozy about being snowed in. Now if only I had a fireplace... My roommate told me everyone at the grocery store today was stockpiling like it's the end of the world. I will confess to filling up some water bottles and buying some extra cans of soup. Oh, and mint hot chocolate. Got to have my priorities.
Regardless, it's snowing wicked hard and the wind is wicked strong (we are in Boston, after all). I had a bunch of errands to run today and I finished just as the snow started really coming down. The snow keeps falling, and the icicles on the neighbor's eaves look increasingly dangerous. And the wind!
All told, it's an amazing storm!
I am so not looking forward to digging out my car on Monday. I just looked at the cars out in front of our house and the drifts are about up to the hoods. I'm sure by the time I wake up tomorrow the cars will be completely covered. I'm going to take some picture tomorrow morning (the flannel pajamas came out as soon as I got home so I haven't taken any pictures tonight). I don't have my real camera since I left it at my parents' place at Christmas to be mailed to me, however that has yet to happen. I do have a cheap-o camera I bought at Menard's in Chicago several years ago so hopefully the pictures will look decent. The camera is a great icy blue - very appropriate.
I love fresh snow, even if it is three feet high. Church has been cancelled tomorrow, everything is at a standstill. There's something so cozy about being snowed in. Now if only I had a fireplace... My roommate told me everyone at the grocery store today was stockpiling like it's the end of the world. I will confess to filling up some water bottles and buying some extra cans of soup. Oh, and mint hot chocolate. Got to have my priorities.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Confession
I am not obsessed with Settlers. I know, I know. We're all shocked and appalled.
For those of you not familiar with the latest game sweeping the Mormons, I'm speaking of Settlers of Catan (all hail Lord of Catan. You are mighty and wise). In Settlers you have a board with various natural resources upon which you place settlements and roads in order to obtain said resources with the roll of the die and to attain such heights as "Longest Road" or "Largest Army." Oh the hilarity that ensues.
Plus, Settlers is so super special that you have to go to a super special store to get it. Not only that, but you have to pay a super special price for it - ie TOO MUCH. And there are expansion packs.
Honestly, I enjoy playing Settlers if it happens to be being played, but I don't generally seek it out. Some of the Boston Mormons play almost every night. In fact, one night I played at a house where TWO Settlers games were going on at the same time. Sometimes the games get heated. I've seen people yell and exclaim about the unfairness of it all, followed by the yanking out of the rulebook to contest their opponent's latest move, but Settlers has never inspired great passion in me.
For my money Nerts is the game to play. Nerts is a group Solitaire-type game that results in lots of yelling and flailing of cards and gnashing of teeth. Now there's some good fun.
For those of you not familiar with the latest game sweeping the Mormons, I'm speaking of Settlers of Catan (all hail Lord of Catan. You are mighty and wise). In Settlers you have a board with various natural resources upon which you place settlements and roads in order to obtain said resources with the roll of the die and to attain such heights as "Longest Road" or "Largest Army." Oh the hilarity that ensues.
Plus, Settlers is so super special that you have to go to a super special store to get it. Not only that, but you have to pay a super special price for it - ie TOO MUCH. And there are expansion packs.
Honestly, I enjoy playing Settlers if it happens to be being played, but I don't generally seek it out. Some of the Boston Mormons play almost every night. In fact, one night I played at a house where TWO Settlers games were going on at the same time. Sometimes the games get heated. I've seen people yell and exclaim about the unfairness of it all, followed by the yanking out of the rulebook to contest their opponent's latest move, but Settlers has never inspired great passion in me.
For my money Nerts is the game to play. Nerts is a group Solitaire-type game that results in lots of yelling and flailing of cards and gnashing of teeth. Now there's some good fun.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Skankalicious
Finding out that I’m 51% Ska has reminded me about all the great ska tunes that Jenn in Santa Cruz gave me ages ago. I’ve worn out that tape, but thanks to the magic of the iTunes music store, I can car dance to Desmond Dekker once again. Hurrah!
I Am 51% Ska
Phew! I just barely made it over the 50% mark. Although I think I should get double points for knowing the answer to "______________ for you, Rudy." Anyone else know that (besides Jenn in Santa Cruz)?
I think I should get triple points for having a Dave's Big Deluxe T-shirt, but that wasn't a question in the quiz. Whatever (making W with both thumbs and index fingers).
The tests at this site promise to keep me busy for quite some time. Up next: the White Trash test. If my family tree is any indication, that one should come out about 75%. As my mom says, "We're white trash made good."
And proud of it!
I think I should get triple points for having a Dave's Big Deluxe T-shirt, but that wasn't a question in the quiz. Whatever (making W with both thumbs and index fingers).
The tests at this site promise to keep me busy for quite some time. Up next: the White Trash test. If my family tree is any indication, that one should come out about 75%. As my mom says, "We're white trash made good."
And proud of it!
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Lipgloss is My New Secret Weapon
Several years ago, I went out to dinner with this friend of mine, we'll call him Mr. D. Mr. D had a crush on me for, oh, about six years, but I thought it was pretty clear by this point in our relationship that we were JUST friends and we were only ever going to be JUST friends. After we finished dinner, we were pulling out of the parking lot in his car, when I flipped down the visor and started reapplying my lipstick in the mirror. Mr. D stopped the car, put it in Park, and turned to watch me. I looked at him, one lip lipsticked, "What?" He said, "Nothing. Please continue." So I finished, with him watching me all the while. When I was done, he faced forward again with a little grin on his face, put the car into Drive, and pulled out of the parking lot. A little creepy? A little, yeah. But I had been fending off Mr. D's advances for several years, so that probably added to the creepiness factor. I just thought it was a little odd.
Upon reflection, I realized that he must have gotten a kick out of watching me apply the lipstick. I had the chance to ask a guy friend about it tonight and he confirmed my suspicions. This particular guy thinks Chapstick is the ultimate in sexy, because he likes more simple girls. However, lipstick works too. Apparently, though, lipgloss is the pinnacle of lip sexy. First, it draws attention to the girl's lips, which is always good. Second, it emphasizes how soft and kissable said lips are. Third, - and this is why lipgloss wins - lipgloss guarantees the lips will taste extra good.
Now that I think about it, I recall getting some rave reviews of a sparkly, vanilla-flavored lipgloss at one point...
Pay attention, ladies (for those of you who were ignorant like me). Lipgloss is the key. I just thought I was buying all that Bonne Belle for my own benefit, but apparently not. Maybe if I start applying lipgloss conspicuously in church, I'll actually attract a Mormon boy or two.
Upon reflection, I realized that he must have gotten a kick out of watching me apply the lipstick. I had the chance to ask a guy friend about it tonight and he confirmed my suspicions. This particular guy thinks Chapstick is the ultimate in sexy, because he likes more simple girls. However, lipstick works too. Apparently, though, lipgloss is the pinnacle of lip sexy. First, it draws attention to the girl's lips, which is always good. Second, it emphasizes how soft and kissable said lips are. Third, - and this is why lipgloss wins - lipgloss guarantees the lips will taste extra good.
Now that I think about it, I recall getting some rave reviews of a sparkly, vanilla-flavored lipgloss at one point...
Pay attention, ladies (for those of you who were ignorant like me). Lipgloss is the key. I just thought I was buying all that Bonne Belle for my own benefit, but apparently not. Maybe if I start applying lipgloss conspicuously in church, I'll actually attract a Mormon boy or two.
Party Planning
This semester I'm planning the Board of Student Advisors Advocacy Banquet. Why am I planning it? Because last September it seemed like a really good idea to add a giant party onto my things to do pile. This is a big event, held at a fancy-schmancy hotel downtown, where lots of alums get up and drone on and on about their time at BC Law and their following illustrious careers. And we give awards to the Moot Court teams and the winners of the advocay competitions. Thankfully, last year my back was to the podium, so I could make faces at regular intervals.
Here's what's on my to do list:
- Figure out the day for the banquet. I just found out that the faculty advisor has set a date already. I JUST found that out. That would be good for me to have known, since I'm planning the whole thing and ostensibly should have picked a venue already.
- Find a venue. I should probably just go with the hotel we've used in the past, but apparently last year they screwed us over in a few respects, so I'm shopping around.
- Figure out who is speaking and who should be invited. Thankfully, various faculty members will help with the majority of that.
- Coordinate invitations and make sure they get sent out and that people actually send back their reply cards. I don't really know how to ensure that other than constant nagging.
- Make programs.
- Order these little silver bowl thingies for all of the competition winners and Moot Court teams.
Um, that's all I can think of right now. It's a pretty hefty project. I think I need a committee. Maybe I'll rope in some other BSA members with promises of chocolate or money. Maybe I can skim a little off the top ofthe budget to pay people. Maybe I can skim a little off the top for a trip to an island locale after the whole affair is over and done with.
Here's what's on my to do list:
- Figure out the day for the banquet. I just found out that the faculty advisor has set a date already. I JUST found that out. That would be good for me to have known, since I'm planning the whole thing and ostensibly should have picked a venue already.
- Find a venue. I should probably just go with the hotel we've used in the past, but apparently last year they screwed us over in a few respects, so I'm shopping around.
- Figure out who is speaking and who should be invited. Thankfully, various faculty members will help with the majority of that.
- Coordinate invitations and make sure they get sent out and that people actually send back their reply cards. I don't really know how to ensure that other than constant nagging.
- Make programs.
- Order these little silver bowl thingies for all of the competition winners and Moot Court teams.
Um, that's all I can think of right now. It's a pretty hefty project. I think I need a committee. Maybe I'll rope in some other BSA members with promises of chocolate or money. Maybe I can skim a little off the top ofthe budget to pay people. Maybe I can skim a little off the top for a trip to an island locale after the whole affair is over and done with.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Romantic Movie Malaise
One of my roommates and I just watched a romantic Jane Austen period movie. I love getting caught up in the romance and feeling happy for the characters, but after it's all over, I sigh, wondering if I'm EVER going to meet anyone again who sparks any interest for me.
When I was 20, 21, 22 it was easy to find someone for a NCMO (non-committal make out for the non-Mormons). Now that I'm in my late 20's (gasp!) it's harder and harder to find someone to snog, as the British say. It probably has a lot to do with my being more discriminating now in general. I want kissing to mean more than just a random make out. The majority of my close friends are married, and several of them have started having babies, and I feel like I'm at a standstill in that area of my life.
Here's something I've wondered about for much of my life. How come it seems like some people always have a significant other trailing along behind, while people like me find it so difficult to even catch someone's eye? I don't think I'm repulsive and I think I'm a nice person, yet I have had one boyfriend in all of my 28 years, and he was no prize.
Disclaimer: to be absolutely fair there were many many issues that broke us up on both sides of the romantic equation. However, most of the time we were together I felt like I rated in his life somewhere behind his parents, his siblings, his friends, his schoolwork, and his favorite TV shows.
I have hashed over the relationship with many people and in my own head interminably. The point is, despite connecting on a very strong innate level, we were wrong in many ways. I've thought about this lately and feel like in reality he and I were very similar people with the way we thought about lots of things, but choices were made that changed things and drove us apart.
If I met him now, I don't think I would want to be with him. I don't think I would be attracted to him. I think I would see his insecure self and find it rather repulsive. I think the first time he said he was feeling distant from me because he thought I was judging him, or because he was jealous, I would have been annoyed, not despondent. This is all bearing in mind that my mantra to him was "I love you no matter what" and that I never gave him ANY reason to be jealous. I am the most loyal person in the world - to my own detriment. Even when my closest friends were telling me I needed to break up with him because the relationship was destroying me, I defended him. I would have defended him to my last breath. Even now, it's easy for me to rationalize his behavior, because it's so easy for me to see exactly what I did wrong.
But the more I talk about things with my friends who are in committed, long-term relationships, and the more I see how they interact with their boyfriends and husbands, I realize you cut each other some slack in relationships. I realize how much I was willing to let him slide, but how he never could understand why I wasn't perfect. I understood the hardships he was going through and the stress he was under, and all I got from him was "I am under so much stress," not "I know you're stressed out too."
Selfish bastard was his name after he broke up with me and I realized how fully I had been taken in. You know it's bad when beneath the sadness of the lost dream of the future, there is this little sigh of relief. There's this little voice whispering "I'm free." He and his family were not my concern anymore. I didn't have to drive myself crazy trying to figure out what I could do to help him and to make it so he didn't take everything I said to him as a personal criticism. I didn't have to watch what I said in the hopes that he wouldn't misinterpret it somehow and get mad at me, or think I was having feelings for whatever guys I happened to be friends with. I didn't have to accept that he viewed my scholastic and career goals as some sort of hobby, while his goals were the really important issue in our planning for the future.
I asked my therapist a couple of months ago, "When does it stop being forgive and forget, and when does it start being, I'm a doormat?" She told me if I'm forgiving and forgetting the same things over and over, then I'm a doormat.
That's what it was like. Every time I tried to tell him how I felt neglected or unimportant, he would apologize and tell me he loved me and I was right and things would change. And they would - for a day or two. Then it was back to the status quo. I was Kelly the Doormat and I freely admit that now. I was desperate to keep him at any cost to myself. Now I wonder what in the world I was so excited about. I thought he and I had this magical intense understanding, but I realize now that it wasn't really true. No, wait. Actually, I made the effort and I "got" him. His last birthday that we were together I sent him this great present centered around his favorite football team. Honestly, I could care less about football, but he loved football and I wanted to get him something he would like (because isn't that the point of presents?). He told me it was the best present he got, but he was so surprised I got it for him because he knows I dislike football. Well, duh. It's your present. I got it because I knew you would like it. Your birthday isn't about me. Things like that probably should have signalled to me how differently we saw what it meant to be in a relationship.
Once it was all over, I felt so worn out. I felt like he had sucked every last bit of pride and energy out of me, toying with my affections while he decided he didn't want to be with me.
I am not that person anymore. Thank God.
Both of us had issues of insecurity and neediness. I am not who I was and I would not be attracted to the little insecure boy who he was. I don't know who he is now. I know he is married, but I also know he and his wife didn't seem all that thrilled about being together the last time a friend of mine saw them together.
I wonder about him. I wonder if he has EVER dealt with any of the many many issues in his life. When his parents split up he went into denial mode, talking about how he guessed they didn't have the perfect relationship like we all thought. This from the guy who spent long hours talking with me about how miserable his parents made each other and how differently he wanted to do things. If he ever did have real feelings for me, I know he has never adressed them - at least not with me. I got a half-page note from him telling me we should "cut our losses" and then a venom-infused email 8 months later when I DARED to email him asking if we could talk because I knew he was back. Why the anger? Why the hatred? If he's blissfully with someone else, should my email have inspired such a vicious reaction?
No, he's probably thrown himself into schoolwork, because that's what he does best. Part of me hopes he's happy, but I'm not a big enough person yet to hope that whole-heartedly. Part of me would still like him to be miserable. I freely admit I'm human and I have not reached the point of angelically blessing his marriage.
Anyway....
I did not set out to write a diatribe about my ex, so I apologize to those of you who have heard all of this before. The romantic movie and the lack of ANYone else in my life can make me maudlin at times. I'm also slightly ill so that's not helping. I woke up in the middle of the night with an achey stomach and I missed church because of it. I should probably just go to sleep and tomorrow I'm sure I'll have some perspective again.
Have you ever noticed how out of whack your perspective gets at 1 in the morning?
When I was 20, 21, 22 it was easy to find someone for a NCMO (non-committal make out for the non-Mormons). Now that I'm in my late 20's (gasp!) it's harder and harder to find someone to snog, as the British say. It probably has a lot to do with my being more discriminating now in general. I want kissing to mean more than just a random make out. The majority of my close friends are married, and several of them have started having babies, and I feel like I'm at a standstill in that area of my life.
Here's something I've wondered about for much of my life. How come it seems like some people always have a significant other trailing along behind, while people like me find it so difficult to even catch someone's eye? I don't think I'm repulsive and I think I'm a nice person, yet I have had one boyfriend in all of my 28 years, and he was no prize.
Disclaimer: to be absolutely fair there were many many issues that broke us up on both sides of the romantic equation. However, most of the time we were together I felt like I rated in his life somewhere behind his parents, his siblings, his friends, his schoolwork, and his favorite TV shows.
I have hashed over the relationship with many people and in my own head interminably. The point is, despite connecting on a very strong innate level, we were wrong in many ways. I've thought about this lately and feel like in reality he and I were very similar people with the way we thought about lots of things, but choices were made that changed things and drove us apart.
If I met him now, I don't think I would want to be with him. I don't think I would be attracted to him. I think I would see his insecure self and find it rather repulsive. I think the first time he said he was feeling distant from me because he thought I was judging him, or because he was jealous, I would have been annoyed, not despondent. This is all bearing in mind that my mantra to him was "I love you no matter what" and that I never gave him ANY reason to be jealous. I am the most loyal person in the world - to my own detriment. Even when my closest friends were telling me I needed to break up with him because the relationship was destroying me, I defended him. I would have defended him to my last breath. Even now, it's easy for me to rationalize his behavior, because it's so easy for me to see exactly what I did wrong.
But the more I talk about things with my friends who are in committed, long-term relationships, and the more I see how they interact with their boyfriends and husbands, I realize you cut each other some slack in relationships. I realize how much I was willing to let him slide, but how he never could understand why I wasn't perfect. I understood the hardships he was going through and the stress he was under, and all I got from him was "I am under so much stress," not "I know you're stressed out too."
Selfish bastard was his name after he broke up with me and I realized how fully I had been taken in. You know it's bad when beneath the sadness of the lost dream of the future, there is this little sigh of relief. There's this little voice whispering "I'm free." He and his family were not my concern anymore. I didn't have to drive myself crazy trying to figure out what I could do to help him and to make it so he didn't take everything I said to him as a personal criticism. I didn't have to watch what I said in the hopes that he wouldn't misinterpret it somehow and get mad at me, or think I was having feelings for whatever guys I happened to be friends with. I didn't have to accept that he viewed my scholastic and career goals as some sort of hobby, while his goals were the really important issue in our planning for the future.
I asked my therapist a couple of months ago, "When does it stop being forgive and forget, and when does it start being, I'm a doormat?" She told me if I'm forgiving and forgetting the same things over and over, then I'm a doormat.
That's what it was like. Every time I tried to tell him how I felt neglected or unimportant, he would apologize and tell me he loved me and I was right and things would change. And they would - for a day or two. Then it was back to the status quo. I was Kelly the Doormat and I freely admit that now. I was desperate to keep him at any cost to myself. Now I wonder what in the world I was so excited about. I thought he and I had this magical intense understanding, but I realize now that it wasn't really true. No, wait. Actually, I made the effort and I "got" him. His last birthday that we were together I sent him this great present centered around his favorite football team. Honestly, I could care less about football, but he loved football and I wanted to get him something he would like (because isn't that the point of presents?). He told me it was the best present he got, but he was so surprised I got it for him because he knows I dislike football. Well, duh. It's your present. I got it because I knew you would like it. Your birthday isn't about me. Things like that probably should have signalled to me how differently we saw what it meant to be in a relationship.
Once it was all over, I felt so worn out. I felt like he had sucked every last bit of pride and energy out of me, toying with my affections while he decided he didn't want to be with me.
I am not that person anymore. Thank God.
Both of us had issues of insecurity and neediness. I am not who I was and I would not be attracted to the little insecure boy who he was. I don't know who he is now. I know he is married, but I also know he and his wife didn't seem all that thrilled about being together the last time a friend of mine saw them together.
I wonder about him. I wonder if he has EVER dealt with any of the many many issues in his life. When his parents split up he went into denial mode, talking about how he guessed they didn't have the perfect relationship like we all thought. This from the guy who spent long hours talking with me about how miserable his parents made each other and how differently he wanted to do things. If he ever did have real feelings for me, I know he has never adressed them - at least not with me. I got a half-page note from him telling me we should "cut our losses" and then a venom-infused email 8 months later when I DARED to email him asking if we could talk because I knew he was back. Why the anger? Why the hatred? If he's blissfully with someone else, should my email have inspired such a vicious reaction?
No, he's probably thrown himself into schoolwork, because that's what he does best. Part of me hopes he's happy, but I'm not a big enough person yet to hope that whole-heartedly. Part of me would still like him to be miserable. I freely admit I'm human and I have not reached the point of angelically blessing his marriage.
Anyway....
I did not set out to write a diatribe about my ex, so I apologize to those of you who have heard all of this before. The romantic movie and the lack of ANYone else in my life can make me maudlin at times. I'm also slightly ill so that's not helping. I woke up in the middle of the night with an achey stomach and I missed church because of it. I should probably just go to sleep and tomorrow I'm sure I'll have some perspective again.
Have you ever noticed how out of whack your perspective gets at 1 in the morning?
Saturday, January 15, 2005
The Men and Women Radio Broadcast
Here's the link to the NPR broadcast from last night called "Glass Ceiling at the Altar." They mentioned several interesting-sounding books to check out: Same Difference: How Gender Myths are Hurting Our Relationships, Our Children, and Our Jobs; The New Wife: the Evolving Role of the American Wife; Sex on the Brain: The Biological Differences Between Men and Women.
I thought the points made, especially by Deborah Blum, who wrote Sex on the Brain, arguing counter to the University of Michigan study were interesting. Particularly when they noted that the questions were formed in a way to get the answers they wanted (ie Men don't want smart women) and that they asked these questions to undergraduate students. I would argue that most undergrad-aged people don't know what they want or even really understand what a real relationship is. When I was 21, I wanted an intelligent hotty who worshipped the ground I walk on. Yeah, not so much anymore. That sort of adulation would get tedious. Now I really am looking for a partner. I want mutual respect, chemistry, intellectual discourse, and lots of laughter. So I think the same sort of thing can probably be said for the guys in the study - right now they think they want the less intelligent women who adore them unquestioningly. However, I don't think ALL of them would want the same thing when they're 31 versus 21. I sincerely hope at least some of them will have grown up by then.
I thought the points made, especially by Deborah Blum, who wrote Sex on the Brain, arguing counter to the University of Michigan study were interesting. Particularly when they noted that the questions were formed in a way to get the answers they wanted (ie Men don't want smart women) and that they asked these questions to undergraduate students. I would argue that most undergrad-aged people don't know what they want or even really understand what a real relationship is. When I was 21, I wanted an intelligent hotty who worshipped the ground I walk on. Yeah, not so much anymore. That sort of adulation would get tedious. Now I really am looking for a partner. I want mutual respect, chemistry, intellectual discourse, and lots of laughter. So I think the same sort of thing can probably be said for the guys in the study - right now they think they want the less intelligent women who adore them unquestioningly. However, I don't think ALL of them would want the same thing when they're 31 versus 21. I sincerely hope at least some of them will have grown up by then.
Friday, January 14, 2005
Men and Women
Elizabeth put this in the comments, but in case you don't read the comments I thought it was worth noting that WBUR "Boston's NPR news station" show "Talking Point" is discussing the issue addressed in the NYT article tonight (Friday Jan.14th) at 7PM.
I'll be tuning in.
I'll be tuning in.
Much More Interesting Than Name, Rank, Serial Number
If anyone would like to fill this out and send it to me I love learning random things about my friends. I also LOVE surveys.
1. First Name: Kelly
2. Were you named after anyone: Nope. Basically my mom wanted a K name so my initials would be KIM like my dad's because they liked that and because they could use the cradle my grandpa made with KIM on the side.
3. When did you last cry? The last clear time I actually cry cried was on my last day of finals last semester.
4. Do you like your handwriting? It's pretty awful, but I'm fine with it
5. What is your favourite lunch meat? Italian roast beef or genoa salami
6. What is your birthdate? October 10, 1976
7. What is your most embarrassing CD? Gloria Estefan's Greatest Hits
8. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Probably. I'm always looking for people who "get" me and who would get me better than me?
9. Are you a daredevil? No, unless swimming out as far as possible into the Atlantic Ocean counts.
10. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? Yes, but only once I can think of and for a very good reason. (a friend liked another friend and I thought the 2nd friend needed warning of same since 1st friend was going to ask 2nd friend out. 2nd friend appreciated the warning, and as a bonus they're married now and I'm positive 1st friend has forgiven me)
11. Do looks matter? Weeelll, there's got to be some sort of chemistry. If I can't think he's cute, then what's the point.
12. How do you release anger? Either I vent IMMEDIATELY to everyone and anyone. OR I bottle it all up and it comes out in tears at some point 4 months down the road. OR I write about it. OR I go swimming.
13. Where is your second home? The Board of Student Advisors office. So much so that yesterday I attempted to open the door with the key to my apartment.
14. Do you trust others easily? Yes, although you'd think I would have learned by now...
15. What was your favourite toy as a child? When I was really little my favorite toy was Ollie, this yellow mound of plastic with orange yarn hair and wheels that I could ride on. Sadly, my dad ran over him when I left him in the driveway. That was a traumatic day.
16. What class in high school do you think was totally useless? Driver's Ed. Scare tactics and simulator filmstrips from the 70's do not a good driver make. Plus, I had already had my license for a year, I just had to take it to graduate.
17. Do you have a journal? Kind of. There's my blog and then random things I write on my computer. I have a plan to someday print all of these things out, but am not sure if it will happen before the inevitable day when my computer crashes.
18. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Absolutely. And because I'm so innocent looking I usually get a great completely shocked reaction from new people.
19. Favourite movie(s)? Millions and millions. Let's see, It's a Wonderful Life, Office Space, Raising Arizona, Pride and Prejudice...
20. What are your nicknames? Bood, Kellikins
21. Would you bungee jump? Noooo. Just the thought makes me feel ill.
22. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Yes
23. Do you think that you are strong? Sometimes, in some ways.
24. What's your favourite ice cream flavour? Chocolate raspberry truffle, Cookies and Creme
25. Shoe size: 7 1/2 W - 8 (if I get an 8, it doesn't need to be wide usually)
26. What are your favourite colours? crimson, ocean blue
27. What is your least favourite thing about yourself? My lack of confidence. I'm getting better and better, but I still feel intimidated by things a lot. At least my heart doesn't explode out of my chest every time I have to give a talk in church now. That's progress.
28. Who do you miss most? Nana and Papaw
29. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? Sure
30. What colour pants are you wearing? Black with flared legs and cuffs (I'm sassy!)
31. What are you listening to right now? The heating system in the building I work in and someone in the next room looking through file drawers for something
32. Last thing you ate? Pineapple chunks and strawberry yogurt
33. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? blue-green (which is actually more green than green-blue. I never got that about Crayola)
34. What is the weather like right now? Windy windy windy. I saw some guy lose his hat on Beacon Street. And warm - although according to Weather Bug the temperature is rapidly dropping. It was 60 about an hour ago and now it's 45.
35. Last person you talked to on the phone? Grace
36. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Height, smile (and teeth), hair
37. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes, she's very entertaining
38. How are you today? Oh fine
39. Favourite drink? Diet Coke with Lime and Diet Dr. Pepper
40. Favourite sport? Swimming. Basketball
41. Hair colour? dark brown naturally. Kind of dark auburn now. Everyone thinks it's natural so shhhhhh.
42. Eye colour? dark brown
43. Do you wear contacts? Yes
44. Favourite food? sushi, snow crab legs
45. Last Movie you watched? The Full Monty
46. Favourite Day of the year? That first crisp Autumn day when someone somewhere has a fire burning, and I'm crunching through leaves as I walk.
47. Scary Movies or happy endings? Suspenseful movies and feel-good endings that make me cry
48. Summer or Winter? I'm more of an Autumn girl
49. Hugs or Kisses? Yes, please!
50. What is your favourite dessert? Randi's molten chocolate cake with raspberries
51. Who is most likely to respond? Beckie
52. Who is least likely to respond? Everyone else
53. Living arrangements? I live on the 3rd floor of a walk-up with 2 other girls. Bonus: we can paint the walls. Mine is currently a color I call cafe latte. Bonus two: we have a purple door and hardwood floors and black and white checkered tile in the bathroom.
54. What books are you reading? Mansfield Park by Jane Austen and various law texts
55. What is on your mouse pad? Nothing but a gel wrist rest (say THAT 3 times fast)
56. Favourite game? Spider Solitaire, Snood, Trivial Pursuit
57. What is the last thing you watched on tv? News Center 5 LIVE Update
58. Favourite smells? Lilacs, freshly-washed boy
59. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles (as if it's really a question)
60. Do you believe in Evolution or Creationism? Both
61. What's the furthest you have been from home? When my parents lived in Tucson, AZ and I flew to Middlebury, VT all by myself to start college. It didn't hit me how FAR away I really was until I stood in the middle of my barren dorm room on my first night there. I had met a bunch of people that day, but I fully realized how alone I was at that moment.
1. First Name: Kelly
2. Were you named after anyone: Nope. Basically my mom wanted a K name so my initials would be KIM like my dad's because they liked that and because they could use the cradle my grandpa made with KIM on the side.
3. When did you last cry? The last clear time I actually cry cried was on my last day of finals last semester.
4. Do you like your handwriting? It's pretty awful, but I'm fine with it
5. What is your favourite lunch meat? Italian roast beef or genoa salami
6. What is your birthdate? October 10, 1976
7. What is your most embarrassing CD? Gloria Estefan's Greatest Hits
8. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Probably. I'm always looking for people who "get" me and who would get me better than me?
9. Are you a daredevil? No, unless swimming out as far as possible into the Atlantic Ocean counts.
10. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? Yes, but only once I can think of and for a very good reason. (a friend liked another friend and I thought the 2nd friend needed warning of same since 1st friend was going to ask 2nd friend out. 2nd friend appreciated the warning, and as a bonus they're married now and I'm positive 1st friend has forgiven me)
11. Do looks matter? Weeelll, there's got to be some sort of chemistry. If I can't think he's cute, then what's the point.
12. How do you release anger? Either I vent IMMEDIATELY to everyone and anyone. OR I bottle it all up and it comes out in tears at some point 4 months down the road. OR I write about it. OR I go swimming.
13. Where is your second home? The Board of Student Advisors office. So much so that yesterday I attempted to open the door with the key to my apartment.
14. Do you trust others easily? Yes, although you'd think I would have learned by now...
15. What was your favourite toy as a child? When I was really little my favorite toy was Ollie, this yellow mound of plastic with orange yarn hair and wheels that I could ride on. Sadly, my dad ran over him when I left him in the driveway. That was a traumatic day.
16. What class in high school do you think was totally useless? Driver's Ed. Scare tactics and simulator filmstrips from the 70's do not a good driver make. Plus, I had already had my license for a year, I just had to take it to graduate.
17. Do you have a journal? Kind of. There's my blog and then random things I write on my computer. I have a plan to someday print all of these things out, but am not sure if it will happen before the inevitable day when my computer crashes.
18. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Absolutely. And because I'm so innocent looking I usually get a great completely shocked reaction from new people.
19. Favourite movie(s)? Millions and millions. Let's see, It's a Wonderful Life, Office Space, Raising Arizona, Pride and Prejudice...
20. What are your nicknames? Bood, Kellikins
21. Would you bungee jump? Noooo. Just the thought makes me feel ill.
22. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Yes
23. Do you think that you are strong? Sometimes, in some ways.
24. What's your favourite ice cream flavour? Chocolate raspberry truffle, Cookies and Creme
25. Shoe size: 7 1/2 W - 8 (if I get an 8, it doesn't need to be wide usually)
26. What are your favourite colours? crimson, ocean blue
27. What is your least favourite thing about yourself? My lack of confidence. I'm getting better and better, but I still feel intimidated by things a lot. At least my heart doesn't explode out of my chest every time I have to give a talk in church now. That's progress.
28. Who do you miss most? Nana and Papaw
29. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? Sure
30. What colour pants are you wearing? Black with flared legs and cuffs (I'm sassy!)
31. What are you listening to right now? The heating system in the building I work in and someone in the next room looking through file drawers for something
32. Last thing you ate? Pineapple chunks and strawberry yogurt
33. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? blue-green (which is actually more green than green-blue. I never got that about Crayola)
34. What is the weather like right now? Windy windy windy. I saw some guy lose his hat on Beacon Street. And warm - although according to Weather Bug the temperature is rapidly dropping. It was 60 about an hour ago and now it's 45.
35. Last person you talked to on the phone? Grace
36. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Height, smile (and teeth), hair
37. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes, she's very entertaining
38. How are you today? Oh fine
39. Favourite drink? Diet Coke with Lime and Diet Dr. Pepper
40. Favourite sport? Swimming. Basketball
41. Hair colour? dark brown naturally. Kind of dark auburn now. Everyone thinks it's natural so shhhhhh.
42. Eye colour? dark brown
43. Do you wear contacts? Yes
44. Favourite food? sushi, snow crab legs
45. Last Movie you watched? The Full Monty
46. Favourite Day of the year? That first crisp Autumn day when someone somewhere has a fire burning, and I'm crunching through leaves as I walk.
47. Scary Movies or happy endings? Suspenseful movies and feel-good endings that make me cry
48. Summer or Winter? I'm more of an Autumn girl
49. Hugs or Kisses? Yes, please!
50. What is your favourite dessert? Randi's molten chocolate cake with raspberries
51. Who is most likely to respond? Beckie
52. Who is least likely to respond? Everyone else
53. Living arrangements? I live on the 3rd floor of a walk-up with 2 other girls. Bonus: we can paint the walls. Mine is currently a color I call cafe latte. Bonus two: we have a purple door and hardwood floors and black and white checkered tile in the bathroom.
54. What books are you reading? Mansfield Park by Jane Austen and various law texts
55. What is on your mouse pad? Nothing but a gel wrist rest (say THAT 3 times fast)
56. Favourite game? Spider Solitaire, Snood, Trivial Pursuit
57. What is the last thing you watched on tv? News Center 5 LIVE Update
58. Favourite smells? Lilacs, freshly-washed boy
59. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles (as if it's really a question)
60. Do you believe in Evolution or Creationism? Both
61. What's the furthest you have been from home? When my parents lived in Tucson, AZ and I flew to Middlebury, VT all by myself to start college. It didn't hit me how FAR away I really was until I stood in the middle of my barren dorm room on my first night there. I had met a bunch of people that day, but I fully realized how alone I was at that moment.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Depression Ensues via The New York Times
A friend forwarded me this article today. Please, men, please someone tell me that there's someone out there who wants a smart woman. Lesbianism is not an option for me because men are just too darn cute.
It's A Small World
Do you just reach a point in your life where you've met everyone you're going to meet so they start recylcling through again?
I just discovered that a guy who I lived next to in a dorm at Middlebury College 10 years ago is in my Criminal Law class. And he's a 2L which means he's been here a whole year and we never bumped into each other. Dave made my day on my 18th birthday by writing Happy Birthday to You in Spanish on my dry erase board hanging on the dorm room door. He also reminded me today that my psycho roommate's shorn-headed boyfriend was dubbed "Scar" by the guys in our hall. Good times.
I just discovered that a guy who I lived next to in a dorm at Middlebury College 10 years ago is in my Criminal Law class. And he's a 2L which means he's been here a whole year and we never bumped into each other. Dave made my day on my 18th birthday by writing Happy Birthday to You in Spanish on my dry erase board hanging on the dorm room door. He also reminded me today that my psycho roommate's shorn-headed boyfriend was dubbed "Scar" by the guys in our hall. Good times.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Down Dooby Do Down Down
Oh my gosh, this weather is killing me. I can handle snow and ice and slush and all of that, but could the sun peek out just a little bit? It's gray gray gray here day after day. Last winter was super cold, but at least it was sunny most days.
I think the whole grayness factor is the reason why I'm feeling so mopey. I had to draaaaag my behind out of bed this morning and into the shower, and then plod my way ever so carefully through the newly fallen frozen rain/slush mess that is Cambridge. Now all I can think about is the fact that I don't have a job and my world is going to end in a few months.
Am I being too dramatic?
To top it all off I realized that I can't Shuffle songs when I'm listening to them by Genre or Playlist; I'm stuck playing them in the order they downloaded and since the Genres and Playlists downloaded alphabetically by Artist basically I'm listening to the albums, so it's just like listening to my walkman and where's the fun in that? The problem with hitting Shuffle for ALL the songs is I have a fair amount of Classical, Christmas, and Enya songs that don't really get my toes tapping as I walk to the T. iPod likes to mix it up, so basically this morning I got The Breeders, a Brandenburg Concerto, Loreena McKennit, Enya, The Pixies, U2, and "The Island of Misfit Toys" from Rankin Bass's "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer."
So on my list of avoidance-of-real-life tactics is creating a bunch of great Playlists and re-downloading everything onto my iPod.
I think the whole grayness factor is the reason why I'm feeling so mopey. I had to draaaaag my behind out of bed this morning and into the shower, and then plod my way ever so carefully through the newly fallen frozen rain/slush mess that is Cambridge. Now all I can think about is the fact that I don't have a job and my world is going to end in a few months.
Am I being too dramatic?
To top it all off I realized that I can't Shuffle songs when I'm listening to them by Genre or Playlist; I'm stuck playing them in the order they downloaded and since the Genres and Playlists downloaded alphabetically by Artist basically I'm listening to the albums, so it's just like listening to my walkman and where's the fun in that? The problem with hitting Shuffle for ALL the songs is I have a fair amount of Classical, Christmas, and Enya songs that don't really get my toes tapping as I walk to the T. iPod likes to mix it up, so basically this morning I got The Breeders, a Brandenburg Concerto, Loreena McKennit, Enya, The Pixies, U2, and "The Island of Misfit Toys" from Rankin Bass's "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer."
So on my list of avoidance-of-real-life tactics is creating a bunch of great Playlists and re-downloading everything onto my iPod.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Hilarity
I just have to share this because it's way too funny not to. Go to http://stewf.blogs.com/stewflog/ and scroll down to "Big J Debut" and click on "Wild Life."
Big J is the husband of one of the many Jen/Jenns in my life.
Big J is the husband of one of the many Jen/Jenns in my life.
Oo La La
There's a professor at my school who I've heard over and over is super attractive. Frankly I didn't really get it. I suppose compared with law professors in general, he's HOOOOT, but not say compared to Brad Pitt (sadness about he and Jennifer Aniston). To give you a law professor gauge, my first year section regularly compared our Con Law professor to Gollum. He was a great professor, but elderly and bald with wispy gray hair over his ears. He also had a tendency to twist himself into strange contortions as he lectured. Like, for instance, standing in front of a 2 1/2 foot high table, putting his book down on the table, then lifting one knee on the table so that his calf and knee were parallel to the floor, then bending down so his face was 2 inches from the book, all while speaking on the finer points of the 14th Amendment. Frankly, it was impressive. He must do yoga.
Well, this semester I have a class with the aforementioned hot professor. When I spoke with him before I thought he was decent looking, but a wee bit effeminate, which I don't find attractive. However, I think the attractiveness is heavily based on his presence in front of a large classroom full of students, dressed in a fancy-schmancy suit. It's like he glows. My friend Rachel turned to me and said "He's kind of attractive." I said, "Yeah, I've heard rumors to that effect." She raised her eyebrows, "Rumors...?" "No, no. Not those kind of rumors. Just about him being attractive" He's a very nice man and I actually bumped into him last year at the airport when I left town for Spring Break. He was with his wife and two sons. So no rumors like that, people!
My point is, classes are always better when you have something pleasant to look at.
Well, this semester I have a class with the aforementioned hot professor. When I spoke with him before I thought he was decent looking, but a wee bit effeminate, which I don't find attractive. However, I think the attractiveness is heavily based on his presence in front of a large classroom full of students, dressed in a fancy-schmancy suit. It's like he glows. My friend Rachel turned to me and said "He's kind of attractive." I said, "Yeah, I've heard rumors to that effect." She raised her eyebrows, "Rumors...?" "No, no. Not those kind of rumors. Just about him being attractive" He's a very nice man and I actually bumped into him last year at the airport when I left town for Spring Break. He was with his wife and two sons. So no rumors like that, people!
My point is, classes are always better when you have something pleasant to look at.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Dreams
I had a scary dream on Saturday night, which explains why my sleep has been so restless over the past couple of nights. The really bad thing about it was that I felt like I was awake the entire time. Which begs the question: was I? I've had a lot of strange experiences in that state where I'm sure I'm awake, but maybe I'm not because the things I'm seeing just don't make sense. This has led into a lot of my discussions with people about ghosts. Am I experiencing dreams or is there something more to it?
On Saturday night at about 3 AM I "woke up" and felt like I was being constrained by something. It was as if something enveloped me and I couldn't move. Then just to the left of me, like someone was sitting next to my bed right next to my head I heard this low, evil chuckle. I felt terrified. I was able to turn my head and move my arm enough to reach out to turn on the light next to my bed. I pulled the cord and it didn't turn on. I yanked it 5 or 6 times and it wouldn't turn on. Then I noticed my clock was off and I realized the power was out, which happens every couple of weeks in this apartment. It figured, what with the heavy snow and freezing rain we got all day Saturday. I burrowed down under my covers, still feeling terrified, and literally prayed to not be scared and for the power to come back on. I still felt like I was being forcibly held there in that position and I tried to scream, but couldn't. No sound would come out of my mouth. I waited. After about 15 minutes I realized my humidifier was on, which meant the power wasn't out. I reached out to turn on my light and it came on. My clock wasn't blinking 12:00, which meant the power never went out.
Was it a dream? It seemed so real.
As stupid as it sounds, I slept with my light on last night. It makes me feel better.
I have more of these stories of seeing and experiencing strange things in that state. I wake up in the middle of the night and see something and immediately turn on my light because I get scared. There have only been two times I haven't turned on the light. One was when I honestly thought there was a man in my room and I ran out. The other time I tried to talk to the person I saw. She just smiled and walked out of the doorway.
I suppose I really do chalk these up to dreams, since I've always had an active dream life. I used to walk and talk in my sleep regularly. Maybe I still do, it's just I haven't had a slumber party in so long that there's no one to tell me.
However, it's more chill-inducing to think they are ghosts. But in moments like Saturday night, when I can still remember how scared I felt, it's best to think it's all in my head.
On Saturday night at about 3 AM I "woke up" and felt like I was being constrained by something. It was as if something enveloped me and I couldn't move. Then just to the left of me, like someone was sitting next to my bed right next to my head I heard this low, evil chuckle. I felt terrified. I was able to turn my head and move my arm enough to reach out to turn on the light next to my bed. I pulled the cord and it didn't turn on. I yanked it 5 or 6 times and it wouldn't turn on. Then I noticed my clock was off and I realized the power was out, which happens every couple of weeks in this apartment. It figured, what with the heavy snow and freezing rain we got all day Saturday. I burrowed down under my covers, still feeling terrified, and literally prayed to not be scared and for the power to come back on. I still felt like I was being forcibly held there in that position and I tried to scream, but couldn't. No sound would come out of my mouth. I waited. After about 15 minutes I realized my humidifier was on, which meant the power wasn't out. I reached out to turn on my light and it came on. My clock wasn't blinking 12:00, which meant the power never went out.
Was it a dream? It seemed so real.
As stupid as it sounds, I slept with my light on last night. It makes me feel better.
I have more of these stories of seeing and experiencing strange things in that state. I wake up in the middle of the night and see something and immediately turn on my light because I get scared. There have only been two times I haven't turned on the light. One was when I honestly thought there was a man in my room and I ran out. The other time I tried to talk to the person I saw. She just smiled and walked out of the doorway.
I suppose I really do chalk these up to dreams, since I've always had an active dream life. I used to walk and talk in my sleep regularly. Maybe I still do, it's just I haven't had a slumber party in so long that there's no one to tell me.
However, it's more chill-inducing to think they are ghosts. But in moments like Saturday night, when I can still remember how scared I felt, it's best to think it's all in my head.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Various Annoyances
Today I'm driving to school and I stop at The Wrap to get...a wrap. Anyway, I had to do a U turn into major traffic and I needed to get over to the right hand lane. The guy behind me honked no less than seven times. First of all, there was NOWHERE for me to go, dumb guy in the car behind me. The traffic was packed and I was looking for any opening. Second, it was a very wide turn area and the guy could have easily gone around me if he was so intent on zooming out into traffic in wanton disregard of his and others lives and safety. But whatever. If it made you feel better to honk at me every five seconds, I'm glad to help. Grrrr.
Adventures in Delaware
Last Spring my best friend from high school spent a few months studying in Wilmington, DE. Being just a hop, skip, and a jump away (or rather about an hour via plane from Providence to Philly) I decided to visit. Since Jenn was getting married in November and Martha, a fellow bridesmaid, lived just down in DC we converged on Wilmington for a fab weekend.
Jenn's uncle loaned her a purple Neon while she was in Delaware. It's really great for those days when you just can't remember where you parked.
This is Jenn and me after consuming large amounts of ice cream. Almost as good as a Pixie Stiks high.
Jenn and Martha, fellow member of the bridesmaid posse.
Jenn stayed on the site of the museum where she studied. Below are two pictures of what was basically her backyard.
I saw a bunch of groundhogs at sunset, but never got a picture. They're fast! (and very cute in a roly-poly Punxsutawney Phil kind of way)
And just to sum up, in case you didn't know, Wilmington really is a place to be somebody.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Do It Yourself Napster
I had a CD burning party with my friend Mandy on Monday and got a TON of new songs that I am very excited about. She is my Pop connection - Britney, N'Sync, Ashlee Simpson. If I wanted Justin Timberlake, I could get that from her too, but, you know, I really really don't. She also has lots of great Euro-dance music to the extent that I could host a rave in my bedroom now. I have red curtains on my door so it's practically a posh exclusive club already. I just need a bouncer and a black light.
Last night instead of working on my paper that was technically due 7 months ago I made 3 new mix CDs. Hooray! I love rocking out in my car. Bunny and I have good times zipping along, yelling at the crappy Boston drivers, thumping to the bass (well, she thumps, I car dance).
I also watched Alias for the very first time last night. My roommate is a big fan. Now I know I'm not a tried and true fan, and the story kept me interested, but does anyone else think the pacing is achingly slooooow. Maybe it's to build the suspense, but really the super special 2 hour premiere could have been crammed into one hour, no problem.
Phew, thank heavens I don't get a ton of readers. I'm sure the Alias4Ever.com crowd would kick my butt.
Time to slip and slide my way home from work. We had freezing rain today. Joy. Only 6 1/2 weeks until I go to Florida for Spring Break where I fully intend to read trashy magazines and novels of the Bridget Jones variety, and to bake myself in the sun and come home with a tan that everyone is jealous of.
Last night instead of working on my paper that was technically due 7 months ago I made 3 new mix CDs. Hooray! I love rocking out in my car. Bunny and I have good times zipping along, yelling at the crappy Boston drivers, thumping to the bass (well, she thumps, I car dance).
I also watched Alias for the very first time last night. My roommate is a big fan. Now I know I'm not a tried and true fan, and the story kept me interested, but does anyone else think the pacing is achingly slooooow. Maybe it's to build the suspense, but really the super special 2 hour premiere could have been crammed into one hour, no problem.
Phew, thank heavens I don't get a ton of readers. I'm sure the Alias4Ever.com crowd would kick my butt.
Time to slip and slide my way home from work. We had freezing rain today. Joy. Only 6 1/2 weeks until I go to Florida for Spring Break where I fully intend to read trashy magazines and novels of the Bridget Jones variety, and to bake myself in the sun and come home with a tan that everyone is jealous of.
Shudder
How's this for freaky? This morning on the T I sat three seats away from a guy who looked almost exactly like my ex. He was cuter than my ex, but still looked a LOT like him. Same curly hair, same pointy chin, same semi-5 o'clock shadow even though I bet he just shaved. The profiles were disturbingly similar. His nose was straighter, which made him cuter because my ex's pug nose always bugged me and I secretly hoped our kids would get my nose.
Anyway, weird way to start the day. I had this strange visceral reaction when I looked over and saw him, like being repulsed and attracted at the same time. I did a double-take. As I walked from my stop to work my stomach still felt completely knotted up. Bleh. Almost 2 years later and these are the emotions this guy inspires. And it wasn't even him!!
Anyway, weird way to start the day. I had this strange visceral reaction when I looked over and saw him, like being repulsed and attracted at the same time. I did a double-take. As I walked from my stop to work my stomach still felt completely knotted up. Bleh. Almost 2 years later and these are the emotions this guy inspires. And it wasn't even him!!
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
An Addition to the Annals of Disturbing Commercial Mascots
Yes I have another one that grosses me out. So much so that I have to change the channel when the commercial comes on.
The ad is for a product called Mucinex and according to their corporate website, the big green animated loogy is named Mr. Mucus. All I have to say to that is YUCK. Check him out, he's vile: http://www.mucinex.com/07_mr-mucus.htm
The ad is for a product called Mucinex and according to their corporate website, the big green animated loogy is named Mr. Mucus. All I have to say to that is YUCK. Check him out, he's vile: http://www.mucinex.com/07_mr-mucus.htm
I Am Wire Less
It's like losing a limb, being without the internet.
Our internet has been on the fritz for several weeks now. It's hasn't been a huge deal because I could get online at school while I was studying, was away for a week, and in the meantime could generally get on using my downstairs neighbor's connection. (Ours isn't encrypted either. I am perfectly fine with him using ours when we get it working again). However, he turned his off a few days ago and hasn't turned it back on. One of my roommates is in charge of the internet account and she hasn't been too expedient about calling Verizon. I asked her this morning if she could please call today and she said if she gets the time... I pointed out that I need the internet to do church stuff as well as my job search. I said I would be perfectly willing to call them if she would give me the bill. She said something about the bill as she walked out of the room that I didn't catch, but she seems to be in this constantly irritated state around me and I just didn't want to dig anymore.
What she doesn't know is that I called customer service a couple of weeks ago in my frustration. They wouldn't really tell me anything, since I'm not her, but they did say we'd need to call billing. Is she not paying the bill?! I really hope that's not the case.
So I have these great pictures from my best friend from high school's wedding in November and our adventures in Wilmington, DE, as well as Thanksgiving with my old roommates that I want to upload and email to people. I don't want to drive a half hour to school every night just to get online when I have a perfectly good connection at home. So annoying!
Well now I have to get to work, but wanted to post because I'm going through update-my-life-for-the-sake-of-random-internet-people withdrawal. According to my site meter I have some readership in Alaska, which I find intriguing. Northern Exposure is one of my favorite shows, and in my heart I know every small Alaskan town is just like Cicely.
Our internet has been on the fritz for several weeks now. It's hasn't been a huge deal because I could get online at school while I was studying, was away for a week, and in the meantime could generally get on using my downstairs neighbor's connection. (Ours isn't encrypted either. I am perfectly fine with him using ours when we get it working again). However, he turned his off a few days ago and hasn't turned it back on. One of my roommates is in charge of the internet account and she hasn't been too expedient about calling Verizon. I asked her this morning if she could please call today and she said if she gets the time... I pointed out that I need the internet to do church stuff as well as my job search. I said I would be perfectly willing to call them if she would give me the bill. She said something about the bill as she walked out of the room that I didn't catch, but she seems to be in this constantly irritated state around me and I just didn't want to dig anymore.
What she doesn't know is that I called customer service a couple of weeks ago in my frustration. They wouldn't really tell me anything, since I'm not her, but they did say we'd need to call billing. Is she not paying the bill?! I really hope that's not the case.
So I have these great pictures from my best friend from high school's wedding in November and our adventures in Wilmington, DE, as well as Thanksgiving with my old roommates that I want to upload and email to people. I don't want to drive a half hour to school every night just to get online when I have a perfectly good connection at home. So annoying!
Well now I have to get to work, but wanted to post because I'm going through update-my-life-for-the-sake-of-random-internet-people withdrawal. According to my site meter I have some readership in Alaska, which I find intriguing. Northern Exposure is one of my favorite shows, and in my heart I know every small Alaskan town is just like Cicely.
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Thoughts and Resolutions
Happy New Year!
It's 3:30 AM and I'm waiting out my downstairs neighbor's New Years party so I can go to sleep. Right now he's playing "I Believe in A Thing Called Love" by The Darkness so I'm pretty happy. And that's not sarcasm; I love that song. It's fabulous for head banging and screeching in high falsetto when you happen to be in that sort of mood. I'm also appreciating the drunk guys on the balcony below my window singing along. I think I'll go downstairs tomorrow and see if I can borrow the CD from Jeff. He should be up by 1 PM or so, right?
I got home from my own party at 2:30ish. It was fun. We watched the ball drop, played some games, acted silly in our tiredness, ate some good food, toasted with sparkling cider. I've determined I don't need alcohol to act goofy, although alcohol provides a really good excuse. The problem with being goofy with the Mormons is everyone remembers and there's no excuse. But whatever. I think I'm to the point where I'm comfortable enough to be me and they'll just have to deal. Well, I'm mostly comfortable with me :)
Here are my thoughts tonight. 2003 was a poopy year and 2004 was slightly better (it could really only get better). I think 2005 will be good. I hope. If all goes well I will figure out where I will take the Bar AND I will get a job that actually lets me pay my rent and my student loan payment all in the same month. I can dream, can't I? Right now DC seems to be the top choice for me to move to. I saw some Boston friends who moved to DC tonight and chatted with them about the DC atmosphere. There was a definite mix. One girl LOVES it, one girl thinks it's way too political, one girl is just unhappy and wants to move back to Boston. Of course, when I said I'm not thrilled with Boston, another friend looked simply aghast. I don't think Boston is my niche, but of course I don't really know if DC is either.
Sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend just to help this decision along. I don't want someone to decide for me, but I would like someone to discuss this with, someone who cares about where I end up, someone who matters in my decision-making process. Like say I met a guy tomorrow who I want to be with and it turns out he still has 4 more years of a PhD program. Well, gee I guess I'll stay in Boston. Or maybe I'd meet someone who also always wanted to check out DC so then Hey, let's move to DC. As much as I have enjoyed my lifelong exposure to various locales, it makes these decisions difficult. So many of my friends have a home base that they know is where they want to wind up, but I don't really.
I'm going to take a long weekend in January or February and go down to DC to stay with a friend and see what I think of the environment, the city, the church, the general feel of the place. When I came to Boston to visit law schools I felt so strongly that this was where I needed to be for law school. It felt right. I hope that going to DC will give me some sort of answer, whether yes or no.
Looking forward, the only resolution I really have this year is to get back on my workout and diet schedule and keep on losing weight. Since I actually have been doing that this fall I feel like I have more dedication to it than all the people who are just starting with the new year. The gym will be PACKED this month, though. It feels so fabulous to have people notice that I'm losing weight! I know that I've lost weight, of course, but I never really believe it shows that much. Apparently it does, at least over the last few months. That feeling is enough to keep me motivated. I have to check to see if Bally's is open tomorrow.... Get the year started on the right foot and all that.
Well, the bass is still thumping away downstairs so I think I'll continue downloading my CDs. I have lots of jazz to put on my computer. For some reason I write really well to jazz so I've got to have that.
It's 3:30 AM and I'm waiting out my downstairs neighbor's New Years party so I can go to sleep. Right now he's playing "I Believe in A Thing Called Love" by The Darkness so I'm pretty happy. And that's not sarcasm; I love that song. It's fabulous for head banging and screeching in high falsetto when you happen to be in that sort of mood. I'm also appreciating the drunk guys on the balcony below my window singing along. I think I'll go downstairs tomorrow and see if I can borrow the CD from Jeff. He should be up by 1 PM or so, right?
I got home from my own party at 2:30ish. It was fun. We watched the ball drop, played some games, acted silly in our tiredness, ate some good food, toasted with sparkling cider. I've determined I don't need alcohol to act goofy, although alcohol provides a really good excuse. The problem with being goofy with the Mormons is everyone remembers and there's no excuse. But whatever. I think I'm to the point where I'm comfortable enough to be me and they'll just have to deal. Well, I'm mostly comfortable with me :)
Here are my thoughts tonight. 2003 was a poopy year and 2004 was slightly better (it could really only get better). I think 2005 will be good. I hope. If all goes well I will figure out where I will take the Bar AND I will get a job that actually lets me pay my rent and my student loan payment all in the same month. I can dream, can't I? Right now DC seems to be the top choice for me to move to. I saw some Boston friends who moved to DC tonight and chatted with them about the DC atmosphere. There was a definite mix. One girl LOVES it, one girl thinks it's way too political, one girl is just unhappy and wants to move back to Boston. Of course, when I said I'm not thrilled with Boston, another friend looked simply aghast. I don't think Boston is my niche, but of course I don't really know if DC is either.
Sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend just to help this decision along. I don't want someone to decide for me, but I would like someone to discuss this with, someone who cares about where I end up, someone who matters in my decision-making process. Like say I met a guy tomorrow who I want to be with and it turns out he still has 4 more years of a PhD program. Well, gee I guess I'll stay in Boston. Or maybe I'd meet someone who also always wanted to check out DC so then Hey, let's move to DC. As much as I have enjoyed my lifelong exposure to various locales, it makes these decisions difficult. So many of my friends have a home base that they know is where they want to wind up, but I don't really.
I'm going to take a long weekend in January or February and go down to DC to stay with a friend and see what I think of the environment, the city, the church, the general feel of the place. When I came to Boston to visit law schools I felt so strongly that this was where I needed to be for law school. It felt right. I hope that going to DC will give me some sort of answer, whether yes or no.
Looking forward, the only resolution I really have this year is to get back on my workout and diet schedule and keep on losing weight. Since I actually have been doing that this fall I feel like I have more dedication to it than all the people who are just starting with the new year. The gym will be PACKED this month, though. It feels so fabulous to have people notice that I'm losing weight! I know that I've lost weight, of course, but I never really believe it shows that much. Apparently it does, at least over the last few months. That feeling is enough to keep me motivated. I have to check to see if Bally's is open tomorrow.... Get the year started on the right foot and all that.
Well, the bass is still thumping away downstairs so I think I'll continue downloading my CDs. I have lots of jazz to put on my computer. For some reason I write really well to jazz so I've got to have that.
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