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vicarzTrying to do a link since this is all completely pointless:
My office mate is freaked because I stay up late. Not because she knows a single blessed thing about my life, but because the hours are just 'not right.' She apparently sleeps at 7pm and gets up at 4am. She also refers to her pets and 'children' and makes loud repeated guttural snorting noises. She is made fun of throughout the office (no I haven't yet told her the snorting is probably something she should stop - I hate it but don't want to hurt her feelings) except by one person whom she talks to, who is also a really bizarre freak. I'm thinking she might be a well-networked Jehovah witness. Ew. Poor kid.
I just realized that I crossed the line with Diablo where it went from play to work, so I'll be playing less, maybe. I do have some goals I want to achieve first…
When did I get so boring and domestic? Sunday I had a total blast moving the houseplants around, when I realized I’ve gone from 1 to about 8. I’m really proud of the one I spawned into 3 – the zebra plant. I also finally framed and hung that weird poster from the Soviet Union from about 15 years ago. Then I giggled while I made a yummy casserole. Great, I’m Heloise, ew?
I dumpster dove a nearly new painting easel. It looks as though one painting was done on it, then it was left for dead. I’m debating whether to give it to some artist or keep it as a weird decoration.
8 house parties later I’m wondering why everyone gets domestic in the same way. It seems like no matter how freaky people are – eventually they wind up trying to make their house look exactly like their mom’s. I wonder if they’ll parent the same way too – they all say they won’t, but then explain the Laura Ashley shit, huh? I really like the sophisticated but still weird look much more, but not to the level of ‘college dorm’ that my house borders on.
I realized I’m not anal retentively clean. I’m just really anal about messes because I hate cleaning. If instead of freaking about the possibility of spilling crumbs somewhere, I simply cleaned on a more regular basis and didn’t make such a big deal of it I could relax a little.
I’m putting on weight, grr. Well, not much but rather than bouncing around 135-138 I’m now rotating between 140-142. I have love handles I’m actually eating and drinking less, but I think I’ve hit the point where my boxing is no longer as tough on my body as it once was. OH, AND I’M GETTING FUCKING OLD. It turns out no, genetics are NOT why I have the body I do. It really is the hard fucking work and constant maintenance that makes me look this way. I can look at my Dad and see where I go if I don’t keep up some program or another. I’ll be getting back to regular lifting again. I was trying to do one day a week and let the boxing fill in the gaps, but something Jill posted made me wonder about that. I really should do more research than I do. Working out info is weird – it always switches around. I was looking at a 1995 abs program, and it said that you should eat 70% complex carbs in your diet. And you wonder why I call this Atkens shit a fad? They had just as many morons…I mean testimonies…for the carb diet, btw. It’s simple: diet and exercise, not one or the other, and not some funky alternative. In any case, weight lifting is just as much fodder for myths and contradictory information as to what programs work. Sets of 3, 4, 5, reps of 8, 10, 15, 25…you sort it all out. Mix it up, shock the system, pyramid, slow and steady wins the race, power power power, it’s a bit annoying. At least I’m doing something, anything. I can move boxes and go up the stairs, so while I’m not a greek god I am at least somewhat fit.
Saw the hottest geek couple in the gym last night. He was ok looking, a little less geeky and a little more 1989 ‘Biff,’ but she was perfect. Skinny but slightly muscular, nose was definitely too big, and her face was just screaming for glasses. Her curly hair kind of hid a lot of her face. They were just dreamy.
OMG my co-worker is talking about how she saw someone bring a (animal unspecified) into the grocery story, so it was about 9 weeks, and since it was a little baby she just had to go over and kiss it. Kiss it. Wow. Someone is talking about the freak they met in the store right now!
Speaking of freaks in stores (Hi Andrea!) I ran into someone while at Potomac Mills. I was in the process of buying hte ugliest thing I've ever seen. It's a combinatino salt/pepper shaker, pastel baby-blue, with a red tulip shaped thing on top. There is a chrone stopper and a chrome lever on the side. You turn the tulip to grind pepper, and switch the lever for salt. Did I mention I can't stand my Dad's wife? Ah yes the holidays, making passive-aggressive types so happy. I was talking in the store about how this was the ugliest thing I had ever seen, and how perfect it is for her since I can't stand her. Many people turned around, some shocked, some laughing.
This is also where I bought Tim & Wendy's congradulatory sickening candle. It's white with a base of waxy candy hearts (the necco kind with little phrases on them). It was meant as mostly joke, but poor Wendy put it on the counter. I think she did that coz she was worried I'd be offended. I didn't say a word because I just love people trying to be socially appropriate. Hey Wendy - love you! Sorry! It was a giggle candle, that's all! Thanx for trying to spare my feelings! Actually it wasn't totally tasteless - I thought it was cute, but it didn't look very Wendy (I'm sure it's 110% Tim? though)
In boxing class I got into a conversation with one of the 2 or 3 female lawyers. This poor girl (woman, everyone's a girl to me) was talking about how important it was in choosing a school to know how accessible the professors are, and how you should meet with them early so you won't be fightng for their time when finals are coming up...I finally had to cut her off and explain that I'm more of the school of trying to figure out how to get the best score for the least amount of effort, which left her a bit speechless. Sorry, but that's the kind of slacker I am. I want my A, but I don't want to go any further to get it than I have to.
I also spoke with someone who was complaining about how their 6 year old daughter wanted to wear diving necklines and tummy-exposing shirts. Britney Stripper Spears appeal is really out of hand. I really feel offended by the sexy clothes on kids motif...ew! Yeah yeah sex is power ew! 12? 14? 9? 6? Ew! I don't like dressing kids like adults, it's really gross. I also wonder what they feed kids today - they're friggin huge.
I thought I'd have kids by now. Then again, I thought I'd settle down with someone. I am realizing this just may not happen, and that is OK. I get sad about it sometimes, but then I realize I'm pretty damn happy as is EXCEPT when I start to think about what 'should' be by normal society standards. I also realize how much of a pain I can be to be around, and how I'm really not all that interested in changing or making huge compromises.
My office mate is freaked because I stay up late. Not because she knows a single blessed thing about my life, but because the hours are just 'not right.' She apparently sleeps at 7pm and gets up at 4am. She also refers to her pets and 'children' and makes loud repeated guttural snorting noises. She is made fun of throughout the office (no I haven't yet told her the snorting is probably something she should stop - I hate it but don't want to hurt her feelings) except by one person whom she talks to, who is also a really bizarre freak. I'm thinking she might be a well-networked Jehovah witness. Ew. Poor kid.
I just realized that I crossed the line with Diablo where it went from play to work, so I'll be playing less, maybe. I do have some goals I want to achieve first…
When did I get so boring and domestic? Sunday I had a total blast moving the houseplants around, when I realized I’ve gone from 1 to about 8. I’m really proud of the one I spawned into 3 – the zebra plant. I also finally framed and hung that weird poster from the Soviet Union from about 15 years ago. Then I giggled while I made a yummy casserole. Great, I’m Heloise, ew?
I dumpster dove a nearly new painting easel. It looks as though one painting was done on it, then it was left for dead. I’m debating whether to give it to some artist or keep it as a weird decoration.
8 house parties later I’m wondering why everyone gets domestic in the same way. It seems like no matter how freaky people are – eventually they wind up trying to make their house look exactly like their mom’s. I wonder if they’ll parent the same way too – they all say they won’t, but then explain the Laura Ashley shit, huh? I really like the sophisticated but still weird look much more, but not to the level of ‘college dorm’ that my house borders on.
I realized I’m not anal retentively clean. I’m just really anal about messes because I hate cleaning. If instead of freaking about the possibility of spilling crumbs somewhere, I simply cleaned on a more regular basis and didn’t make such a big deal of it I could relax a little.
I’m putting on weight, grr. Well, not much but rather than bouncing around 135-138 I’m now rotating between 140-142. I have love handles I’m actually eating and drinking less, but I think I’ve hit the point where my boxing is no longer as tough on my body as it once was. OH, AND I’M GETTING FUCKING OLD. It turns out no, genetics are NOT why I have the body I do. It really is the hard fucking work and constant maintenance that makes me look this way. I can look at my Dad and see where I go if I don’t keep up some program or another. I’ll be getting back to regular lifting again. I was trying to do one day a week and let the boxing fill in the gaps, but something Jill posted made me wonder about that. I really should do more research than I do. Working out info is weird – it always switches around. I was looking at a 1995 abs program, and it said that you should eat 70% complex carbs in your diet. And you wonder why I call this Atkens shit a fad? They had just as many morons…I mean testimonies…for the carb diet, btw. It’s simple: diet and exercise, not one or the other, and not some funky alternative. In any case, weight lifting is just as much fodder for myths and contradictory information as to what programs work. Sets of 3, 4, 5, reps of 8, 10, 15, 25…you sort it all out. Mix it up, shock the system, pyramid, slow and steady wins the race, power power power, it’s a bit annoying. At least I’m doing something, anything. I can move boxes and go up the stairs, so while I’m not a greek god I am at least somewhat fit.
Saw the hottest geek couple in the gym last night. He was ok looking, a little less geeky and a little more 1989 ‘Biff,’ but she was perfect. Skinny but slightly muscular, nose was definitely too big, and her face was just screaming for glasses. Her curly hair kind of hid a lot of her face. They were just dreamy.
OMG my co-worker is talking about how she saw someone bring a (animal unspecified) into the grocery story, so it was about 9 weeks, and since it was a little baby she just had to go over and kiss it. Kiss it. Wow. Someone is talking about the freak they met in the store right now!
Speaking of freaks in stores (Hi Andrea!) I ran into someone while at Potomac Mills. I was in the process of buying hte ugliest thing I've ever seen. It's a combinatino salt/pepper shaker, pastel baby-blue, with a red tulip shaped thing on top. There is a chrone stopper and a chrome lever on the side. You turn the tulip to grind pepper, and switch the lever for salt. Did I mention I can't stand my Dad's wife? Ah yes the holidays, making passive-aggressive types so happy. I was talking in the store about how this was the ugliest thing I had ever seen, and how perfect it is for her since I can't stand her. Many people turned around, some shocked, some laughing.
This is also where I bought Tim & Wendy's congradulatory sickening candle. It's white with a base of waxy candy hearts (the necco kind with little phrases on them). It was meant as mostly joke, but poor Wendy put it on the counter. I think she did that coz she was worried I'd be offended. I didn't say a word because I just love people trying to be socially appropriate. Hey Wendy - love you! Sorry! It was a giggle candle, that's all! Thanx for trying to spare my feelings! Actually it wasn't totally tasteless - I thought it was cute, but it didn't look very Wendy (I'm sure it's 110% Tim? though)
In boxing class I got into a conversation with one of the 2 or 3 female lawyers. This poor girl (woman, everyone's a girl to me) was talking about how important it was in choosing a school to know how accessible the professors are, and how you should meet with them early so you won't be fightng for their time when finals are coming up...I finally had to cut her off and explain that I'm more of the school of trying to figure out how to get the best score for the least amount of effort, which left her a bit speechless. Sorry, but that's the kind of slacker I am. I want my A, but I don't want to go any further to get it than I have to.
I also spoke with someone who was complaining about how their 6 year old daughter wanted to wear diving necklines and tummy-exposing shirts. Britney Stripper Spears appeal is really out of hand. I really feel offended by the sexy clothes on kids motif...ew! Yeah yeah sex is power ew! 12? 14? 9? 6? Ew! I don't like dressing kids like adults, it's really gross. I also wonder what they feed kids today - they're friggin huge.
I thought I'd have kids by now. Then again, I thought I'd settle down with someone. I am realizing this just may not happen, and that is OK. I get sad about it sometimes, but then I realize I'm pretty damn happy as is EXCEPT when I start to think about what 'should' be by normal society standards. I also realize how much of a pain I can be to be around, and how I'm really not all that interested in changing or making huge compromises.
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Date: 2002-12-23 06:38 am (UTC)And I am SO not Laura Ashley. Laura Ashley wouldn't go with the gold and black goat's skull in the living room.
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Date: 2002-12-23 06:48 am (UTC)No you're not LA - I liked the blood red living room and tasteful use of Jiggly Puff in more than one room. Sorry I called (s)he / it Kirby. I used to be able to sing the Jiggly-puff song too...did I mention my total lack of dignity?
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Date: 2002-12-23 06:58 am (UTC)/geek
oh, c'mon, domestic is FUN!
Date: 2002-12-23 06:51 am (UTC)i'm glad you had fun moving the houseplants. >:) i wish i had more room to rearrange mine, but alas, there's only the one window they'll fit in, so space is limited.
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...ARMOIRE (get yo' mind outta the guttah) in her decor scheme.
::chuckle:: The candle went on the counter because I was too busy to find a place for it. I am going to burn it, though. I'm hoping it smells good. I like candles that smell like food!
No kids here! I am a firm believer in Zero Population Growth. I wish I could donate my genes, though. I'm too old to donate eggs now. Oh well.
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