I get this site's password wrong EVERY time.
It's really late (to some of the world) but it's been so long...SO LONG! since the last update that it's shameful. I'm even almost blushing.
It's March now. If I really wanted to have a cool future, I would update this thing just a little bit every day. Just enough to tell my future self how this day was and that day was so each day would never be completely lost. No day is every really completely lost, but they would be less lost in a more conscious manner, I guess.
Thanks for freaking me out, Joe. I feel better now after talking to Cliff and Justin, and it has come to the surface of my brain (as opposed to the back of it) how weird you are. It's okay, though, I still have you beat by a bunch but now I can allow for a bigger chance that I could find someone who doesn't mind my weirdness just like you found someone who matches yours. Oh, sweet burrito and corn chips, how you give me strength!
My poor brain goes back and re-reads sentences in Spanish on accident sometimes, and when I eventually and inevitably get to a word I can't translate I finally realize what the hell I'm doing. Weirdo.
God, what's happened since I last updated? Work is good and I still think I have the best job in the world. I took a gnarly day-long trip to the post office today, but despite the regret of wasted hours doing work that would be undone at the command of not-quite-disgruntled Postal workers, I managed to keep up my morale. I feel bad for Ed, Marc's friend who helped me get the mail ready to send. He spent too much time on what became nothing. I am forever thankful for the company and conversation he provided me with, though. It's not often one gets to meet someone as unique and successful as he, and I was fortunate enough to be able to speak with him at length and tap from his brain just a small portion of the experiences he's collected over the years. I love meeting Marc's friends: they're as unique as he is, but crossing a spectrum that is wider than an ocean but as valuable as gold across the span.
Libby is no longer with Remarcable Real Estate Services, but has left the open-armed trail of "call me when you need me" that makes me feel okay. I hope we can take classes together in the Fall since she is now a visual arts major like myself (in the photography category, unlike myself) and we have the same pre-requisites. Trevor, on the other hand, seems to have fallen off the Earth for a large part.
Justin's moving out of his house and into an apartment with Cliff. Yay! They're both going to be within an arm's reach of my house, and now everything of importance is in prime right-next-to-the-highway locations. Except, of course, for CJ and the Martins. Wait, who are the Martins again? At the moment I cannot put a face to the name although I felt like it was one to be mentioned...just kidding. Maybe I'll see them tomorrow. Only time will tell. Lord knows it's been a century since I heard the crash-bang of their antics.
I have a familiar in Mark's Friday night campaign. It's name is Spike (short for Little Spiky Thing), and it's...well, I don't know what it is besides completely made-up, 100% unique, and my greatest defensive tool. Don't piss me off bitches, or it'll burn a hole right through your eyeballs.
Oh yeah! I win stuff at tourneys recently! At Lawrenceville last(?) weekend I got second in forms and first in sparring. I kicked two people in the head to get that sparring trophy, and it's my favorite yet. I feel there's no greater accomplishment in taekwondo like winning a sparring match, so I'm proudest of this accomplishment above all others to date. I even got to tell Master Skiles(sp?), host of the tournament, about it as he asked me how I did while passing me in the trophy line. I'm pretty sure I'll be forever ingrained in his brain as the girl at that one tourney who did a weapons "form" completely unprepared and moronically for the sake of opportunity. I don't mind, it's humorous. Justin kicked ass too and took gold and silver home for weapons, sparring and forms. I think we might both agree on the best part of the whole experience, though: my Dad, Cliff, Stephanie, Karl and CJ were all present to be our cheering section, as well as fellow students from our school. Not only do we have fantastic and supportive friends, but Justin has managed to instill a sense of camaraderie into the other tournament-goers of Master A's school, and now people actually make a point to watch each other compete! The whole concept was a new idea to them, but each was so impressed with Justin's insistence to be at every peer's ring-side for cheering and quick tips that they are finally returning the good gestures with pride. I love taekwondo; even more than that I love the thrill of competition, but most of all I love the feeling of being part of a group that cares for and supports itself and strives for accomplishment as a whole. The Lawrenceville tourney was definitely our best one yet for so many reasons, so muchas gracias a todos who made it so.
Time to buy Dragon*Con tickets everybody!!! They're $60 at the moment, but this moment will last for only a month or so (two seconds, real-time) before the price rises like my pulse after jumping off a mountain, so do it to it! woo woo!
I've never been one to proof my writing immediately after it's creation, so I wonder if this late-night message will sounds like retarded rabble if I ever go over it again. Chances are good that all I will do is wonder.
You know in that Keane song where he says "everything's changing and I still feel the same"? That's my current vibe. There is some stuff behind me, a lot on my plate, but mountains that I hope for and I get to worry about the whole lot. My mind is plagued 24/7, causing me shame sometimes but preoccupation pretty much all the time. Being in the car for so long each day puts me in a trance that's hard to get out of by the time my will is worn to a nub at the end of the day, and this state is lifted only by sleep. Tonight I was particularly out of it, as well as anxious and a little bit extra crazy. I hate driving so long all the damn time, and my spine and ass hate me for it too. Despite this, I've discovered a tiny molecule in my mind that becomes sad when each car trip ends and I am forced to join the living. I guess there is some comfort in the hazy alternate worlds that my thoughts create...despite the fact that sometimes I am so scared of them.
Today I was reminded of the stark difference between imagining something and actually doing it. My imagination is not so powerful that practicing something in my head over and over again will make it much less excruciating in actual practice. I can still dream though, can't I? I also was forced to watch "The Pick of Destiny" or whatever the fuck, and it wasn't as bad as I acted like it could be.
At this point, I'm can pretty much count on the fact that this journal sounds like nothing more than a free pass to an insane asylum. Take my body where you will, my brain will suffer no prison! It's thundering outside, one of my favorite noises ever, so I think I will retire on that note. Goodnight moon. I am so by myself.
It's March now. If I really wanted to have a cool future, I would update this thing just a little bit every day. Just enough to tell my future self how this day was and that day was so each day would never be completely lost. No day is every really completely lost, but they would be less lost in a more conscious manner, I guess.
Thanks for freaking me out, Joe. I feel better now after talking to Cliff and Justin, and it has come to the surface of my brain (as opposed to the back of it) how weird you are. It's okay, though, I still have you beat by a bunch but now I can allow for a bigger chance that I could find someone who doesn't mind my weirdness just like you found someone who matches yours. Oh, sweet burrito and corn chips, how you give me strength!
My poor brain goes back and re-reads sentences in Spanish on accident sometimes, and when I eventually and inevitably get to a word I can't translate I finally realize what the hell I'm doing. Weirdo.
God, what's happened since I last updated? Work is good and I still think I have the best job in the world. I took a gnarly day-long trip to the post office today, but despite the regret of wasted hours doing work that would be undone at the command of not-quite-disgruntled Postal workers, I managed to keep up my morale. I feel bad for Ed, Marc's friend who helped me get the mail ready to send. He spent too much time on what became nothing. I am forever thankful for the company and conversation he provided me with, though. It's not often one gets to meet someone as unique and successful as he, and I was fortunate enough to be able to speak with him at length and tap from his brain just a small portion of the experiences he's collected over the years. I love meeting Marc's friends: they're as unique as he is, but crossing a spectrum that is wider than an ocean but as valuable as gold across the span.
Libby is no longer with Remarcable Real Estate Services, but has left the open-armed trail of "call me when you need me" that makes me feel okay. I hope we can take classes together in the Fall since she is now a visual arts major like myself (in the photography category, unlike myself) and we have the same pre-requisites. Trevor, on the other hand, seems to have fallen off the Earth for a large part.
Justin's moving out of his house and into an apartment with Cliff. Yay! They're both going to be within an arm's reach of my house, and now everything of importance is in prime right-next-to-the-highway locations. Except, of course, for CJ and the Martins. Wait, who are the Martins again? At the moment I cannot put a face to the name although I felt like it was one to be mentioned...just kidding. Maybe I'll see them tomorrow. Only time will tell. Lord knows it's been a century since I heard the crash-bang of their antics.
I have a familiar in Mark's Friday night campaign. It's name is Spike (short for Little Spiky Thing), and it's...well, I don't know what it is besides completely made-up, 100% unique, and my greatest defensive tool. Don't piss me off bitches, or it'll burn a hole right through your eyeballs.
Oh yeah! I win stuff at tourneys recently! At Lawrenceville last(?) weekend I got second in forms and first in sparring. I kicked two people in the head to get that sparring trophy, and it's my favorite yet. I feel there's no greater accomplishment in taekwondo like winning a sparring match, so I'm proudest of this accomplishment above all others to date. I even got to tell Master Skiles(sp?), host of the tournament, about it as he asked me how I did while passing me in the trophy line. I'm pretty sure I'll be forever ingrained in his brain as the girl at that one tourney who did a weapons "form" completely unprepared and moronically for the sake of opportunity. I don't mind, it's humorous. Justin kicked ass too and took gold and silver home for weapons, sparring and forms. I think we might both agree on the best part of the whole experience, though: my Dad, Cliff, Stephanie, Karl and CJ were all present to be our cheering section, as well as fellow students from our school. Not only do we have fantastic and supportive friends, but Justin has managed to instill a sense of camaraderie into the other tournament-goers of Master A's school, and now people actually make a point to watch each other compete! The whole concept was a new idea to them, but each was so impressed with Justin's insistence to be at every peer's ring-side for cheering and quick tips that they are finally returning the good gestures with pride. I love taekwondo; even more than that I love the thrill of competition, but most of all I love the feeling of being part of a group that cares for and supports itself and strives for accomplishment as a whole. The Lawrenceville tourney was definitely our best one yet for so many reasons, so muchas gracias a todos who made it so.
Time to buy Dragon*Con tickets everybody!!! They're $60 at the moment, but this moment will last for only a month or so (two seconds, real-time) before the price rises like my pulse after jumping off a mountain, so do it to it! woo woo!
I've never been one to proof my writing immediately after it's creation, so I wonder if this late-night message will sounds like retarded rabble if I ever go over it again. Chances are good that all I will do is wonder.
You know in that Keane song where he says "everything's changing and I still feel the same"? That's my current vibe. There is some stuff behind me, a lot on my plate, but mountains that I hope for and I get to worry about the whole lot. My mind is plagued 24/7, causing me shame sometimes but preoccupation pretty much all the time. Being in the car for so long each day puts me in a trance that's hard to get out of by the time my will is worn to a nub at the end of the day, and this state is lifted only by sleep. Tonight I was particularly out of it, as well as anxious and a little bit extra crazy. I hate driving so long all the damn time, and my spine and ass hate me for it too. Despite this, I've discovered a tiny molecule in my mind that becomes sad when each car trip ends and I am forced to join the living. I guess there is some comfort in the hazy alternate worlds that my thoughts create...despite the fact that sometimes I am so scared of them.
Today I was reminded of the stark difference between imagining something and actually doing it. My imagination is not so powerful that practicing something in my head over and over again will make it much less excruciating in actual practice. I can still dream though, can't I? I also was forced to watch "The Pick of Destiny" or whatever the fuck, and it wasn't as bad as I acted like it could be.
At this point, I'm can pretty much count on the fact that this journal sounds like nothing more than a free pass to an insane asylum. Take my body where you will, my brain will suffer no prison! It's thundering outside, one of my favorite noises ever, so I think I will retire on that note. Goodnight moon. I am so by myself.