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| Ad Hominems |
| 08.31.06 (4:32 pm) [edit] |
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Wow! So many ad hominem attacks from people I can't even figure out how they got here!
Ouch! Who knew? Incidentally, that thing where you seemingly randomly put in some numbers song titles and people, doesn't work. That is, I don't know how Hey Jude relates to my love, or how Substitute relates to my brother. However, Crazy Train probably does relate to my state of mind... |
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| Stuff |
| 08.29.06 (8:25 pm) [edit] |
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Let's see, it's been awhile. What to say?
I got all the classes I wanted, in the order I want them. I work 40 hours a week now. Hopefully, I can still get my school work done. Everyone from my fratority sounds like they want to go to the wedding. I want Oreos. The Jon Bennet guy didn't do it. I wonder how Inside Edition feels, or did the show generate enough ratings that they don't care? They probably don't care; after all, they gave Bill O'Riely his first TV "journalism" job. Meanwhile, John Bennet is still looking for the real killer. (Yes, that was harsh. Not hateful, or the reason I need counseling, but harsh). It's funny how "sad this is for that poor family" (which I've heard a lot) when a few weeks ago, most people probably would have said they did it. Is that really all there is to say? This is the first year I can't wait for September. It's usually such a drag with school starting and no government or Hallmark holidays in sight. But this September will have fun stuff. I guess that really is it. Current Mood:  pretty alright
Shit! I've got to write thank you notes one of these days! |
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| Stupid Dreams |
| 08.23.06 (11:14 pm) [edit] |
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Why do my dreams have to be so stupid?
One of the classes I was going to take, but didn't need got cancelled. I really really wish my dreams weren't so stupid. I really really wish I wasn't so stupid. I hate myself... and not because of my opinions of the inevitable media circus Jon Bennet II will be, which is different from my opionion on the incident itself. |
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| Thought for the day |
| 08.21.06 (10:00 am) [edit] |
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I really don't want to go back to school, and I really don't want to go to work, but will do both anyway.
Why am I so tired? Why didn't I do half of the things I wanted this summer?! What the hell was I doing? I can't remember now. Current Mood:  half awake
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| Surprise Shower |
| 08.20.06 (2:46 pm) [edit] |
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Well, this morning was interesting.
This morning I thought Jeremy and I were going to be meeting my aunt and uncle to have brunch at Marie Calendar's. And instead, it turned out that a shower for my dad's side of the family was being held for me. My mom and her mom came down from Sacramento, and apparently Jeremy and I were a little early because when we got there, just my aunt and mom and grandma were there. The rest of the women showed up later. And Jeremy got to stay to eat and watch me open presents. I got a lot of fun stuff; a crock pot, a collander, a bunch of small kitchen tools, baking dish, picnic accessories in a backpack, fun stuff. And of course, the food was great. So, much fun was had, I was surprised, and I enjoyed myself. The funny thing was, as I was sitting in the turning lane waiting to go in the parking lot, I saw a van, and thought, "That van looks like my mom's car. Oh, but it looks like it has a yellow ribbon magnet on it. Her's is an Autism Awareness one. Whatever..." As if there was only one blue van of the same model as my mom's. So that was lots of fun. My car now almost comfortably seats 4 people, and there's trunk space! I'm embarassed about it looking like crap all the time. Especially since lately I've seen the inside of a lot of cars and more of them are emmaculate especially compared to mine. My car gets baths less often than Queen Elizabeth. Gotta go to work soon. Hope it's a little busier tonight than it was last night. The last hour was so boring! Current Mood:  nice
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| Jon Bennet Crap |
| 08.19.06 (12:17 pm) [edit] |
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I feel almost ashamed that I am doing this. But I have to get it out.
This story has been front page, top fold news for two days now, maybe three, haven't seen the paper yet. Right inside the grocery store is a newstand with the SF Chronicle on it. As I was obligatorily taking women out to their cars they would comment on guy, who confessed, whatever his name is, and how horrible that he did that and isn't it awful. At this point, I'm holding back and just showing that I am listening because people don't really want to know what I think. So, some observations: I caught part of Inside Edition about this guy, and they had all this interviews and "experts." Essentially, rather than seeming to present the issue fairly, they were already setting him up to be the villian. This is interesting because the newspapers are saying there are a few holes in his story. I think people want him, or somebody else, to be guilty just so the gruesome tale has a quasi-happy ending in which the villian gets his in the end. We love our heroes, and hate our villians. That's all there is. Either you're Superman or you're Lex Luthor, there is no in between. And everybody loves a happy ending, right? If it is him, or they do ever find who it is, he will probably get the death penalty, simply because of the high-profile nature of the case. People have all of a sudden forgotten that although the Ramseys may be innocent, they still exploited their daughter with all those beauty pagents, and maybe, if this guy is the real deal, she wouldn't've died because she would have been at home doing normal kid shit instead of dressing in sexy costumes and acting like a grown up. This is going to be all we'll hear about for the next 6 months. I'll bet all those entertainment magazines were pissed that they have to wait a week to make this their cover story; The Mel Gibson thing is getting old. Incidentally, only will rich and famous celebrities be sentenced to rehab instead of the jailtime they deserve. On that note, yes it is sad when anybody kills somebody, especially a little kid, or a pregnant wife. But let's be totally and completely honest. People kids/women/people get murdered, and raped every day. I'm not exactly sure why some stories about semi-average people like this capture our attention and some don't. But let's be honest, if the Ramseys hadn't been rich and white, this would barely be a story for the local news. If they had been poor and/or a minority, we wouldn't be told to care. The second-to-last thing I will say about all this is, I'm glad this story is front-page everything. I was tired of hearing about that silly ol' war, and the hundreds of people that die everyday, and all that other depressing stuff. I'm glad I have the unfortunate death of a cute white girl to focus on now. The last thing I will say about this relates to a realization I had about the movie Little Miss Sunshine. The whole show is about a trip to a beauty pagent from Alberqueque to Southern California for the title beauty pagent. Olive, the seven-year-old contestant is a very average girl, so average in fact, that she is truly not like these other Ramsey-type litterally airbrushed girls with "come hither looks," and sexy costumes. Yet nobody is offended. For unremarkable Olive's climatic talent (no pun intended) she does the striptease dance to Superfreak that her grandfather taught her. Of course everyone is outraged. I guess it's supposed to be ironic like that. All this makes me wish I had my comic stip now. The comic strip will either be called 2060, the year in which the story takes place, or it will be called Jugger-Mart, the last remaining retail outlet having just bought out the second-to-last one, Home Despot. Please somebody tell me you at least get one of those! I said Jugger-Mart to my boyfriend and he didn't get it. See, I told you nobody cares about what I think. Because they don't want my seemingly-cold and cynical outlook on the whole thing. |
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| Dystopian Fiction |
| 08.15.06 (10:47 pm) [edit] |
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I would love to write the next 1984, Brave New World, or Fahrenheit 451, which I just bought to read on the hour lunches I get where I don't seem to know what to do with myself.
I don't know what it would be about tho. The stories themselves are based on whatever is happening at the time. They all seem to be about somebody kinda figuring out somethin' ain't right, and valliantly trying to change it. ...And this entry turned into two-paged undouble-spaced entry about the next dystopia society about how big business came dominate the American way of life in which consumerism and "Christian Values" (excluding the loss of life in the latest incarnation of Manifest Destiny) dominate. Could be the basis for an alt-weekly comic... |
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| Little Miss Sunshine |
| 08.14.06 (8:53 pm) [edit] |
Little Miss Sunshine is probably one of best movies I have seen this summer. It's probably been over a week since I saw it, however, I highly recommend that people who like the off-center relationship-based humor of directors like Wes Anderson (not that it's like a Wes Anderson movie in any way but the humor...although Steve Carrell's character was originally intended for the delightfully deadpan Bill Murray. Steve plays it just as well) see it. I would also recommend it to people who are tired of the typical comedic fare of the comedy that is intended for boys 16-30ish, as this is very much not. No boobs for the sake of boobs either. A little pet peeve. I'm not a prude, but boobs just to have them in there that serve no real purpose (as they do in say, Mrs. Henderson Presents) is annoying and it seems like a desparate reach versus an intelligent decision. Current Mood:  my fingers are really dry.
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| 08.12.06 (9:42 am) [edit] |
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What do I want to do today?
Work on that Hopper study I will definetely not have any time for once school starts? Or run around picking up applications for affordable housing? The former sounds much more appealing. I really really wish my two days off from work weren't school days. Especially right now. Damn school is really going muck things up. At least the maddness is for less than the first half of the semester. I'm already going to have to miss a later class (since one is 8am-11am) for a dress alteration, probably a shower, and at some point, we've got to figure out what kind of cake and food will be had at this shindig. All of these things I would like to talk to my mom about, but nobody seems to answer any of their phones... In other news, Jeremy's other groomsman, and probably first choice for best man, but whatever, will be able to attend. |
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| Stuff sucks |
| 08.10.06 (11:43 pm) [edit] |
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I hate myself.
My dreams are stupid. Nobody understands them anyway. I really wish to do myself harm right now. Current Mood:   nauseuous and depressed
The one good thing about school starting soon is maybe I can get myself back into counseling. I feel like such a loser. |
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| Apartment shopping |
| 08.10.06 (9:01 am) [edit] |
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Apartment shopping is really depressing.
I guess that's mostly because even not-so-great apartments are out of reach. If anyone knows anything about aquiring "affordable housing" in San Jose, comment. With our combined $20000/yr income, we more than qualify. Property values went up 9% last year. Which means the cost of living went up 9%. And people were celebrating this! Yet I don't think wages went up 9%. In fact, in the nearly-a-year that Jeremy has worked at the theatre, he thinks he has taken a pay cut. (Damn that theatre. How anyone can be patient enough with it for long enough to actually make money working there is beyond me. I am glad I got out). I can't say how many apartments we looked at. There were a lot we only saw the outside of, because there was no immdiately apparent leasing office. We probably talked to 10 managers (or whatever), and after running around from about 11ish to 5ish, only saw the inside of one apartment. I can't really say if anything was accomplished or not. The one apartment we saw was nicer than this one, and only $25 more than what is currently being paid in this one (which I guess at the beginning of the year, did rise approx. 9%). But after everything, I started to get the impression that unless something absofreakinlutely fabulous comes along for $800 or less, we'll be staying right here in this little place. There is more to say, but I will do it later...I guess. I still hate Internet Explorer. The damn thing doesn't seem to want to download anything this morning let alone in a timely fashion. Current Mood:because Internet Explorer won't download pictures, I can't find what mood I want to be. I'll say blaaah |
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| It's all happening! |
| 08.08.06 (8:59 am) [edit] |
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Invitations are out. I got my first wedding gift, 2 place settings from our neighbor, Lynn. People, specifically Jeremy's Dad and Aunt, (I really really hope you can come, probably more than anyone outside of my immediate family, Bun-Bun) are starting to plan their lives around li'l ol' us...
This thing just suddenly got more real. Somebody is making a lot of noise upstairs. I guess they are cleaning it for the next people. Today, Jeremy and I are going to go look at apartments. He promised if he wasn't up and damn near ready to go by 10, he'd buy lunch. It's 20 till, I haven't heard too much movement in there... This weather is weird. But at least it isn't freakin' hot. Kelly is planning...something. But she won't get real specific about what. The only hint I've gotten is that my over fifty aunts won't enjoy it. Unless she's planning a free private figure drawing session, which no one but me would enjoy anyway, I don't want to see naked or nearly naked men. I still really hate Internet Explorer. Current Mood:  alright
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| Do Not Press |
| 08.06.06 (2:53 pm) [edit] |
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Speaking of MySpace. This is a lot of fun.
Get This Button On LoserAlliance.Com |
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| Myspace |
| 08.06.06 (2:16 pm) [edit] |
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For those of you that are resisting getting a MySpace, like myself or just want to screw with people try something. If someone asks about your MySpace page, tell them you don't have one. Listen to their reaction. You could replace the words, "Have a MySpace" with "hate America" and their reaction would sound the same?
"Oh my god! You don't have a MySpace?! How do you not have a MySpace?!" "Oh my god! You I'm tired...  I'm to tired to html the current mood.
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| Eve Ensler Quote |
| 08.04.06 (10:21 pm) [edit] |
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So, I am weak. I need to loose as much weight as possible before I get married which is now sooner than later. So of course, I go out and eat chocolate.
I hate myself. Here is a quote from Vagina Monologue's Eve Ensler's latest play The Good Body I've meaning to post, and because I hate myself so much right now, and when I read this in the book, it reminded me so much of my boyfriend and I: "When my partner rubs my stomach I want to vomit. When he says, 'I love your tummy' it feels obscene...He says it's my sexy feminine part and without it he'd be shtupping bone. While he was talking, do you know what I was thinking, Why didn't I pick someone with higher standards? What is wrong with him? Current Mood:  weak
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| Grocery stuff and wedding stuff |
| 08.03.06 (6:06 pm) [edit] |
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Ah, August, perhaps one of the most bittersweet months; it's mostly summer, but we all know school is looming.
I worked my first day at the grocery store yesterday. I remember really wanting this job. So why am I trying to tell myself this is a bad idea? I am so fucking neurotic! I feel like Jeremy and I are never going to see each other again, and the only days off I can ever look forward to are days I have to go to school, on two separate days that Jeremy may or may not get off, that is of course, he'll probably get them off but decide to work anyway so that someone else can have fun. Oh, well. Fun is overrated and expensive. And if you are having fun, you are not making money and that is of the utmost importance. What the hell is wrong with me?! I don't want to go home and work! Oh, yeah, I came home for just a day to look at flowers. The invitations are officially out. People have gotten them really fast. And I got my first wedding gift: two 4-piece sets of my dishes. Make the negativity stop! |
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| Lousiness |
| 08.01.06 (7:07 pm) [edit] |
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Well, let's see...
No internet browser will work on my computer anymore except Internet Explorer, which is shit and everyone knows it. I really really miss Mozilla. Everytime I go to a new webpage in IE, I get an obnoxious error message, plus the pop-ups, and fun spywares that try to sneak their way into my computer. And it's so much slower than Mozilla. I've stopped going to the De Anza class I signed up for because it sucks. Today has been a rather shitty day that began with me being called into to (theatre) work ASAP, for what may be the last day. They have left me in a small snack bar completely alone for twice now, an indication I might have been getting more hours. Wasn't really what I wanted to do today, but when Jeremy traded in one of his days off to work, instead of either do something fun, or look for a new apartment (something I am convinced he took no initiative in alone today), well, whatever. Jeremy and I decided sort of last minute to invite a few managers from the theatre, so I got their home addresses and sent them to my mom, who knew we wanted to send invitations to them, responded with, "What are their spouses names?" which she could have A. said ahead of time, B. Avoided being so bitchy about me being hesitant to ask for such personal information seeing as how asking for their home address felt awkward enough. So her being a bitch added to my wonderful day. My dad has trouble remembering that the first of the month means rent is due. While I think it should be automatic, it is a struggle to get him to do anything about it on time. I wonder who reminds him that he should go to chuch on Sunday? Maybe his mom. Maybe that's the only reason he remembers to go to church on Sunday. And while at work the official, "I'm officially taken" ring broke for a third time. This has led me to just want to take the ring back all together and never buy from Fred Meyer's again.  That would be the one that looks like this, which is now $20 less than what he originally paid for it. Actually, it's worth even less than this since the big stone is missing...again. Yeah, stuff sucks. Current Mood: blaaah
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