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Jan. 26th, 2007 @ 01:09 pm
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GAH!
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Jan. 19th, 2007 @ 02:34 pm
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Is it just me, or is this rather creepy?
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I wonder, why is there such an abundance of commercials for that fast food place Sonics?
I see them all the time, but I have never seen the restaurant before ever, in person. They advertise these amazing burgers and smoothies and I want one, but where in God's name is this place? I went on the website and none could be found in the fucking state of Illinois. What a tease! I believe the closest one is in Iowa. IOWA. Are they trying to get people to go on more road trips to bring more trafficking to their food?
Bastards. Sick sick bastards. Don't show me a burger and then deny it to me. Assholes.Current Mood:  hungry Current Music: Tonight- West Side Story |
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It's an unwritten rule, when, driving somewhere and Bohemian Rhapsody comes on, at the appropriate time, you must headbang.Current Mood:  silly Current Music: Hot chocolate- Sexy Thang |
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Know what's cool? Know what's cool?
Seeing your name in print. That's what's cool.Current Mood:  not quite awake Current Music: people typing and talking |
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"Your mom" jokes just don't work on your sister, do they?
Jan. 7th, 2007 @ 08:39 pm
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| » The commencement commenced |
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God, where do I begin?
It was almost too good to be true, it went that damn well.
I'll start off by saying my very first day... and already I'm assigned two columns all my own. No, no making copies of stuff, stuffing envelopes or brainlessly filing papers, I'm WRITING them. I'm assigned interviews and everything. My first is tomorrow. I...I can't fucking BELIEVE it! I thought the interns had the crap jobs, and really I was prepared for it and didn't care what I did as long as I had the exposure I deemed necessary. but I wasn't there for too long to figure out why I was already being treated like I belonged there. It has been one pleasant shock after another. While the morning sun was still blasting through the drapes so I couldn't see my computer very well, this woman Jamie I was introduced to only an hour ago came to me. I was there, what, three hours, in the only cubicle bare of personal decor, and she had heard of my thesis.
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Der?
The building isn't all that small, my mother, dear woman she is, only bragged about her pride n joy to friends, just for office chatter, so it was unlikely I was a walking celebrity among fucking professionals anyway.
The woman I'm working under, Diane, (awesome lady) was the one who told her about it, and it's because she is working on an editorial about sort of the same topic. (In a different direction, of course) And guess who she wants to help her. With everything.
Today, I sat in on meetings, edited other people's stuff, called companies and interviewed them, brainstormed with Jamie, and wrote stats about a topic. I sat there and one thing was going though my head: THIS is work?
Hello, world. Take me, I'm yours.
I don't remember the last time I felt this happy. I don't remember the last time I felt this confident, I felt this...this great fit. I'm happy because I'm making something happen, and it's something I'm not 100% familiar with it, but I'm breaking it in, stepping out of the bubble.
I'm exhausted, but my brain is too active with things to sleep. I'll be up every day as early as small children get up to annoy their parents, and I'll be driving home when it's pitch black and my company is rush hour traffic and my ipod, just like a real job.
Tomorrow is another day, much more awaits me, many people that I still have to see, many things I still have to do. And I'm stoked.
So this is Jterm.
~Until my name is in print, once again, I bid you adieu!
Jan. 3rd, 2007 @ 09:48 pm
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| » Holy fucking fishsticks on fire |
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Johnny Cage.
Johhny Cage...in a suit.
Humuna humuna humuna.......
*drool*
Dec. 31st, 2006 @ 12:02 am
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| » I popped up in from another dimension to say-- |
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Greetings from St. Cloud ;-)
Really, not too much earth-shatteringly exciting, but then again I am in a position of zero to no privacy, so my visit must be short.
See you in good ole Chicaga,
~the sprite
Dec. 29th, 2006 @ 04:03 pm
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| » Christmas Part II |
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It stretches on a bit longer for me, as part one is the actual holiday, part two taking place in Minnesnowta with my sister and her family.
That being said, the 9-hour road trip awaiting the Remainder begins in T minus six hours, so away to get some sleep I go.
Maybe if I'm lucky I'll sneak to the crawl space with the kitties and bring you an update, or maybe, just maybe, my sister's little clones will keep me occupied. ;-)
~Until we meet again, cheers.
Dec. 26th, 2006 @ 11:10 pm
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| » The Eve and the Day: Unwrapped |
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For the first time in many years, the whole family was together again. (The one side that has numbers, one, and sans my senile nana in the nursing home, two.) Our house played host to the excitement that was both families of cousins, everyone all together again for the first time in so long to do our Christmas Eve. There was so much food and so many people. It was one giant social high.
Christmas Day was what it should be. Waking up to have coffee and cookies for breakfast and spending the day opening gifts and relaxing with the small, immediate family.
In a nutshell, that's how it should be: Christmas Eve as a giant family party, and Christmas Day chilling.
So, coming a long way from the years that have sucked for us, from the way it went this year, I have to say that justice has finally been served.
I look back at how this year everyone was together again, and I realize it wasn't just because we were screaming for a reunion. Justice was served another way, and it was done for my Aunt Debbie. The time couldn't be more appropriate for the family to be together again than knowing this is her last Christmas. She's been fighting cancer for a few years, and recently it traveled to her brain and did more damage. Changed her in every way possible. When she walked through the door, she looked like a completely different person. If it wasn't for the adrenaline speed that was that day, it would have been a very sad day looking at how bloated and cut off she had become. I know now that this is the real reason we saw our cousins from Texas and California. She got to see everyone. Everyone got to see her, possibly, for the last time. Everything took place the way it should. I've never been happier with any Christmas Eve than this one.
Next year who knows what it will bring, as spirits will need time to heal, but whatever the case that mystery will unfold and whatever will be done, will be done right.
Godspeed.
Dec. 26th, 2006 @ 09:47 pm
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| » HEY there! Merry Fuckin Christmas! |
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In case you haven't noticed, it's (almost) Jesus' birthday,
so get off your heathen ass and FUCKIN Celebrate!
Mer-ry Fu-ckin Christ-mas to yoooooooooooooooooooouuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dec. 24th, 2006 @ 03:05 pm
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| » Treasures untold, how many wonders can one cavern hold? |
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Picked up Sue Monk Kidd's The Mermaid Chair before my literary holiday wish list comes roaring in from all sides, and I'm about a couple chapters from the finis. Set for the middle-aged, but all the more appealing as I love to see insights of adults. I'm finding it insightful and peculiar enough for me to want to go all the way through and have all these little mysteries put out to the open. One of the concepts is that the narrator, a married woman, has fallen in love and had an affair with another man. It is described by her as powerful, true love she feels for this man and feels no real regret about loving him, no wrongness in pursuing him.
She describes a woman's libido and love as being stored in a tank behind her abdomen, and being saved specially. Once it is used all the way, it is used, and there is nothing left, it cannot be used anymore, for anyone else. I believe in this very much. What a beautiful, engaging concept. The Soul Mate. She says this at her sheer shock and confusion of falling in love with another man, although she is married and has a daughter, that this is false, at least for her. We as the readers are left stuck, do we shame her for this? How can we blame someone for the feelings that they have, they cannot form at will. You're happily married, with a family, and you fall for someone else out of the blue. A benchwarmer in this type of game I root from the stands, simultaneously horrified that it is possible this could happen, but also trying to think like she is in that maybe her husband wasn't her soul mate after all. What will she do?
Some more left to go, I only hope I can finish in time. I've stepped up to manage the household to help my dad while taking care of my sick mother and getting the place ready for the crapload of relatives coming to stay. That means a lot of cleaning, a lot of cooking, but god dammit, we need our holidays back. Cooking---which reminds me of all the cookies we slaved baking, the time has come to go eat some. And see what's on Comedy Central.
~Happy Eve of Christmas Eve!
Dec. 23rd, 2006 @ 01:21 am
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| » Ye Olde Festival |
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I was going to post of last night's events at the big castle, then I realized the best way to do so would be to write a post entirely in Middle English, only I don't know enough middle English to pull that off, so I guess that I can't. Just know that the festivities were joyous and leave it at that.
~Until this rain turns to snow in time for the Holiday, I bid ye adieu.
Dec. 22nd, 2006 @ 01:22 pm
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| » Series the final has been officially NAMED! |
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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows.
Oh, the many places my mind is going......where this possibly could go.... congratulations JK, you've managed to take a fantasy story and turn it into Gothic-the-more-bad-things-that-happen-then-the-better-it-will-be.
With that title I think it's curtains for him and Voldy.
Here's the link to the proof:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061221/ap_en_ce/books_potter_title_2
Or, you could always go to her webpage and play hangman for yourself. The article tells you how to get past her trickiness.
I'll let your imaginations wander for a while on this one, as mine certainly will. For now, it's time to get ready for Medieval Times tonight and tend to my poor sick mommy. Stay inside, it's wet and crappy, not even my furball of wonder will go out there.
~Until I return from the 16th century, I bid you adieu.
Dec. 21st, 2006 @ 01:51 pm
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| » Perque la pizza? |
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I dream in color. I dream in vivid detail I can see, smell, hear, feel, and now, taste. I could never figure out why mine are so clear and so real, and why I dream about certain things. Sometimes I know what they mean, some I have I know exactly what they mean, but others just leave me laying awake for awhile replaying them. Last night's has still got me thinking.
I went to a friend's house, and I could still see it. White with red and blue shutters and roof with a little walkway through, and its got matching colors. I could see my friend, I could hear her, and I could hear myself. We go into her living room that has creme and pink curtains and brown tables and chairs. Thing is, we're there for a pizza party. And the pizza is FANTASTIC! We're talking everything you want in a pizza is THERE! The soft yet crispy crust, the hot melted cheese, the chewy bread, and the sauce that squirts from its cheese and bread bed into your mouth. The shit is amazing and I'm having slice after slice and washing it all down with, I know this for sure, a cup of Orange pop. (Orange soda for you Northerners)
We're eating and talking and having ourselves a ball. Everything was fantastic. I woke up when time came for me to leave this pizza party and drive home. I woke up in my bed, and was very confused. I woke up with the taste of pizza in my mouth.
I made a frozen one today for lunch to satisfy the craving I've had this eleven this morning,and you know what? It was crap. Didn't measure up. Now I'm really confused.
Tonight before I go to sleep I'm going to tell myself that in my next dream, if I think I am dreaming, I'll try to fly or something. Or, I'll just ask someone that's there with me.
I seriously want some more of that fucking pizza now.
Dec. 20th, 2006 @ 04:07 pm
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| » Just because your eyes happened to dart this way--- |
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Poll #892027 Just because I discovered that I can-----
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: AllWhat are you doing right now??
Dec. 19th, 2006 @ 04:31 pm
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| » I flit, I float, I fleetly flee I fly. |
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The new KIA commercial is a number from The Sound of Music, with almost perfect choreography, singing to their vehicles.
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My first initial reaction: What the fuck?
My second: Why do I remember the choreography?
I half expected the fat guy to do Gretl's part, just because I would have keeled over in laughter and asked why it wasn't a MAD TV or SNL skit.
Speaking of Gretl, that paves way for an appropriate ending:
The sun---
has gone---
To bed --and so must I.
So long, farewell, au wiedersehen, goodnight.
Dec. 18th, 2006 @ 11:48 pm
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| » The road is long--with many a winding turn |
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This post most affectionately sponsored by Never Been Kissed, a story with similar parallels to my own (except for the traumatic awkward reject part).
It's pretty high on my favorite movies list. Loved it way back in '99, and still love it.
First things first, as I almost forgot:
Happy Birthday sprite_fairy!
Yes, you're two years old today. Two years of blogging thoughts, feelings, concerns, ideas, interests, general musings, and more. You have given me more of a voice I've always wanted. You have given me the opportunity to say something I'd want to say when I didn't have an audience. You let me explore feelings, ideas, and find a way to touch grounds with the windows to the insights of others. It may not seem like much, but you've given me more of a reason everyday to do something I love that I know I'm going to do for the rest of my life, in everywhich way and form. I may not write something everyday, I may not have anything earth-shatteringly inspiring to say everyday, but you're here for me, baby, whenever I do.
Here's to the past two, with bright hopes for the rest. Cheers!
Dec. 18th, 2006 @ 09:22 pm
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| » Christmas in July |
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There was never a more glorious return home, as it is for the holidays.
I mean that almost literally as I returned to a place that I familiarize with summer. I went back to 12 Oaks condos, my summer employment, to assist in the office earn some cash on the side, and man was it weird. Where's the sun? Where's the water coolers? Why isn't anyone outside? Shouldn't I be in a bathing suit and oversized company shirt? Seeing everyone again was brill as well as the enormous Christmas tree in the lobby. As for the pool? Covered up, all the chairs and umbrellas put away of course. Strange really, as I walked out to the balcony like I did a few months back I could still see it as it was in July, I could see the water jets bubbling and the bees floating from flowerpot to flowerpot. Baked some cookies and took care of the coffeepot, but mostly caught up with my former employees. There's something so nice about making a return, to anywhere, anywhere where you once resided or stayed. All in all, Dorothy was right. There is no place like home. Tomorrow they're throwing a tailgate party, I can't wait for that.
~Off to continue baking, favorite family tradition. Have a pleasant weekend, I bid you adieu!
Dec. 16th, 2006 @ 01:48 pm
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