new year, newYOU
sup diary?
so, the last time i posted was apparently in august about that construction on the house i was living in. damn, that seems so far away now. i feel so much older and none the wiser, that's for damn sure.
i guess a lot has happened since then, most of which i can't remember since i've been in a perpetual haze of b0oze and dru6s. if you know me, you'll know what a funny joke that last sentence was. perhaps not. regardless...
one day my bike was stolen when i locked it up down town, before getting on the schoolbus.
i loved that fucking bike more than most things and i grieve for it still. motherfuckers took the bike and left the red crate that was on the back.
later that day i was harassed for being a fag, which was pretty sucky and left me crying even more than about my cherished bi-pedaled-machine. thems the breaks...that's the way the cookie crumbles...and a stitch in time saves nine.
but i was at least able to take comfort in the fact that the Titanic took several hours to sink.
these things, and many others, make up my life. but it's so impossible to remember everything since september, since that fateful day. i just think that was a pivitol day in terms of world happiness, my world at least.
i've been listening to a TON of David Sedaris on CD this past week, and it's so much funnier than when i read it in print. what a Wisenheimer! i especially liked Holidays on Ice. he really captures something special.
speaking of...
i really REALLY have a hard time with the "holiday season." i don't want to be so terribly affected by all the presents i don't get, because i never do, but the bitter anger and resentment are relentless.
i havn't seen my mom yet, and i'm doubting whether to show my face in new jersey ever again.
her dog died, which i can't stand to imagine. i really never had a fondness, and generally wished she would hit the road, but i can't envision my house not smelling like urine, fleas and despair. we'll see...
every time i feel like i'm getting my shit together i am reminded that i've screwed it all up again somehow and i just want someone to bail me out of life. i guess i deserve this, but part of me wants to give up. pipe dreams are for plumbers...and i'm sick of this Blue Collar Special.
speaking of blue collar... I've been working on this campaign all semester basically, to get Smith College to sign a Project Labor Agreement (PLA) with local unions to get unionized laborers on the new Science & Engineering bldg. It's a huge Huge HUGE project, over 72 million big ones. the school is being FUCKED UP and GAY but the campaign has been pretty sweet. we had a rally where over 150 students, faculty/staff and union workers gathered and marched and chanted and all that great stuff.
This was good, and it pressured our targets to meet with our Union Guyz, but still they faltered. So, we held a "Study-In" the day before finals began in College Hall and our Target's office and got some sweet news coverage.Itts all still up in the air, and they'll probably make a decision behind closed doors while students are on break, WHERE'S THE TRANSPARENCY?? I'm in the front of one of them so briefly (first few seconds, wearing a Smith sweatshirt) and you should also note a cardboard sign that says PDA for PLA, which in hindsight should not have been the one in centerstage.
here's a press release on Indymedia: http://wmass.indymedia.org/newswire/display/1349/index.php
here's the news footage on Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSc27aqD-tc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXhmrQVw3Ic
i sure hope you're impressed.
in other news...
saddam hussein, as you PROBABLY have heard, was executed and i'm really weirded out and can't pinpoint why.
today i went to a fancy furniture store and had this crazy series of thoughts like. "Wow. this is why i should make a LOT of money" because everything was so fucking Nice. and posh. and it shook me a little bit. i know that i neither want or need that bullshit but damn, when the white lady's gotcha, she aint never letting go.
all i think about is going skiing again. today was the first snow of the season, sup western/eastern mass? where you BEEN?
like every god-fearing American girl, i desperately want an apple computer and ipod. but more importantly (and realistically) i want THIS: OMG OWL
god help you if you bid on this before me.
i'm probably going to write more, but this is all for now.
i'm also going to make a new journal, for the new year and try to dedicate myself to writing in it daily.
it just needs a title. perhaps Pip3Dreamz_4_Plumb3rs.
-paige
so, the last time i posted was apparently in august about that construction on the house i was living in. damn, that seems so far away now. i feel so much older and none the wiser, that's for damn sure.
i guess a lot has happened since then, most of which i can't remember since i've been in a perpetual haze of b0oze and dru6s. if you know me, you'll know what a funny joke that last sentence was. perhaps not. regardless...
one day my bike was stolen when i locked it up down town, before getting on the schoolbus.
i loved that fucking bike more than most things and i grieve for it still. motherfuckers took the bike and left the red crate that was on the back.
later that day i was harassed for being a fag, which was pretty sucky and left me crying even more than about my cherished bi-pedaled-machine. thems the breaks...that's the way the cookie crumbles...and a stitch in time saves nine.
but i was at least able to take comfort in the fact that the Titanic took several hours to sink.
these things, and many others, make up my life. but it's so impossible to remember everything since september, since that fateful day. i just think that was a pivitol day in terms of world happiness, my world at least.
i've been listening to a TON of David Sedaris on CD this past week, and it's so much funnier than when i read it in print. what a Wisenheimer! i especially liked Holidays on Ice. he really captures something special.
speaking of...
i really REALLY have a hard time with the "holiday season." i don't want to be so terribly affected by all the presents i don't get, because i never do, but the bitter anger and resentment are relentless.
i havn't seen my mom yet, and i'm doubting whether to show my face in new jersey ever again.
her dog died, which i can't stand to imagine. i really never had a fondness, and generally wished she would hit the road, but i can't envision my house not smelling like urine, fleas and despair. we'll see...
every time i feel like i'm getting my shit together i am reminded that i've screwed it all up again somehow and i just want someone to bail me out of life. i guess i deserve this, but part of me wants to give up. pipe dreams are for plumbers...and i'm sick of this Blue Collar Special.
speaking of blue collar... I've been working on this campaign all semester basically, to get Smith College to sign a Project Labor Agreement (PLA) with local unions to get unionized laborers on the new Science & Engineering bldg. It's a huge Huge HUGE project, over 72 million big ones. the school is being FUCKED UP and GAY but the campaign has been pretty sweet. we had a rally where over 150 students, faculty/staff and union workers gathered and marched and chanted and all that great stuff.
This was good, and it pressured our targets to meet with our Union Guyz, but still they faltered. So, we held a "Study-In" the day before finals began in College Hall and our Target's office and got some sweet news coverage.Itts all still up in the air, and they'll probably make a decision behind closed doors while students are on break, WHERE'S THE TRANSPARENCY?? I'm in the front of one of them so briefly (first few seconds, wearing a Smith sweatshirt) and you should also note a cardboard sign that says PDA for PLA, which in hindsight should not have been the one in centerstage.
here's a press release on Indymedia: http://wmass.indymedia.org/newswire/display/1349/index.php
here's the news footage on Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSc27aqD-tc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXhmrQVw3Ic
i sure hope you're impressed.
in other news...
saddam hussein, as you PROBABLY have heard, was executed and i'm really weirded out and can't pinpoint why.
today i went to a fancy furniture store and had this crazy series of thoughts like. "Wow. this is why i should make a LOT of money" because everything was so fucking Nice. and posh. and it shook me a little bit. i know that i neither want or need that bullshit but damn, when the white lady's gotcha, she aint never letting go.
all i think about is going skiing again. today was the first snow of the season, sup western/eastern mass? where you BEEN?
like every god-fearing American girl, i desperately want an apple computer and ipod. but more importantly (and realistically) i want THIS: OMG OWL
god help you if you bid on this before me.
i'm probably going to write more, but this is all for now.
i'm also going to make a new journal, for the new year and try to dedicate myself to writing in it daily.
it just needs a title. perhaps Pip3Dreamz_4_Plumb3rs.
-paige