| ATLANTA |
[Feb. 8th, 2010|08:10 pm] |
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It is here and I am here and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzo tired...! |
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| Open Letter to the Gods of Digestion |
[Feb. 5th, 2010|10:49 am] |
Dear Y'all (Y'All?),
As a vegan, I really could have done without developing a violent reaction to soy. No, really. I feel the intolerance isn't actually helpful to my meal-planning, given that I'll be at the mercy of others' food decisions for the next two weeks and they'll probably freak out about what to feed me already, on sheer basis of veganism.
Thanks for your consideration!
Yours, disconsolate,
Tessa |
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| I am unamused. |
[Feb. 3rd, 2010|12:14 am] |
| [ | music |
| | and then I confess that I tortured the dress (as covered by Harvey Milk) | ] |
I went for aaaaages without so much as a cold, then last month had Viral Gastroenteritis of Doom — and just today was puking at work and had to come home.
This is not a cool pattern. Not cool. Noncool. Uncool. Nicht cool. Não cool.
But I don't feel deathly ill today the way I did a month ago, and I suspect it's just pre-trip nerves + slight tummy bug. |
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| OKAY AWESOME |
[Jan. 26th, 2010|10:15 pm] |
The Cornwallian took me out to dinner tonight, and we decided that — since we never really had a party or big do when we got married — we will be having a DIVORCE PARTY!
Divorce Party of Awesomeness!!!!!
I can't wait. Probably in April or May. Come on out. It'll be grand! We'll be getting a nice tiered cake and everything! |
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| Hoooomeward bound... |
[Jan. 26th, 2010|08:25 am] |
I'm really, really nervous about my trip back to the States in a few weeks' time.
For one thing, I'll be seeing loads of people I haven't seen in years (and this really is too huge and amorphous a subject for me to try to pin down in this entry alone).
But even just in general: I haven't been back to the USA since autumn of 2006, and even that was a flying visit, showing around my then-boyfriend, now-ex. I'm sure it has changed.
What if I no longer feel at home there?
Worse: what if I DO?
I'm not sure my coworkers really grasp how much this visit has my tummy tied in knots. |
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| Ahem. Work. |
[Jan. 20th, 2010|12:47 am] |
Sorry about my earlier outburst.
We had two sizeable functions (one of which a murder mystery) at the same time in the hotel — plus a largeish smattering of other guests in the restaurant.
One of our waitresses phoned in to say her car was broken down in another city, so she couldn't make it into work. AIEE!!
AND THEN, when it was already down to manager + two waitstaff + me on reception, for restaurant + both functions in opposite ends of the hotel... our other waitress broke her foot right before dinner!
Riiiidiiiiculous.
But we three survived. And now... I must take my dog on a walk and try try TRY to fall asleep quickly, since I have to be awake at 6 am. Ugh. |
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| AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH |
[Jan. 19th, 2010|09:50 pm] |
I came into work tonight andw,.gklg////
Long story short: it has alllll gone wrooong!!!
Except it's going to be okay. |
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| For those who actually care about my hair adventures: |
[Jan. 16th, 2010|07:54 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | relieved | ] |
| [ | music |
| | sharing deefferent heartbeats een one niiiiiight | ] |
So... I got my hair dyed red. And was most displeased with the results.
I came home, let y'all know I might cut it, decided yes I would, hacked off over a foot of hair, decided I still wasn't happy with it... slept on it overnight, took matters into my own hands: dyed over it myself!, and finally hacked off another 6 - 10 inches (layered it a bit, so that when it's calmed down and de-floofs from the fresh dye attacks, it'll go into its normal ringletty waves).
( Before! )
( Now! ) |
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| I dunno, guys. |
[Jan. 15th, 2010|05:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | hum de dum de dum minutiae | ] |
I'm pretty happy right now.
My kitchen cabinets are full of healthy vegan food. We have heating. My dog loves me. We go on long walks together. I have a job.
I kinda feel like cutting my hair. Just, like, hacking it off again, all by myself. It grows pretty damn quickly (bald to past waist length in 4 years — and yes I did get a few significant trims).
I've always been fairly confident about cutting it myself. Maybe I will. |
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| Inclement Weather |
[Jan. 5th, 2010|05:21 pm] |
I know, I know. Y'all are probably sick of hearing about all the UK snow issues.
But here's what I'm dealing with: I now only live 2 miles from where I work. Unfortunately, both home and work are in the high moorland of Dartmoor. This may not mean much unless you're somewhat familiar with Dartmoor, or have heard about it, but basically this moor is famous in the southwest of the UK for having much harsher weather than the surrounding area.
Our manager can't get in tonight, so I'll be doing the reception paperwork + dinner service + staying overnight + maybe breakfast tomorrow + check-ins/check-outs + pray to all things holy I don't upset the kitchen too much with not knowing how our restaurant's dinner service really works.
It sounds more dramatic than it really is, because we just don't have that many people staying at the hotel tonight, but I'm still a teensy bit stressed out about it.
At least one of my housemates has generously agreed to care for my dog tonight and overnight. She'll be all spoiled when I get home!
SO! Onward! Time to prep menus! |
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| Happiness is a warm pen. |
[Jan. 4th, 2010|05:59 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Eeeeeeeeee! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | daaniel when i first saaaw you i knew that youu had a flame in your heart | ] |
I like making grocery lists. It's especially fun to make one out and then rewrite it subdivided into sections that correspond with where items are found in the grocery store itself. I sometimes use a different color pen for food items and non-food items.
I'm also picky about the order things are place on the conveyor belt — although I then stuff everything into my carrier bags as quickly as possible, willy-nilly, out of paranoia that the clerk thinks I'm taking too long.
In other news, ROAD TRIP FEBRUARY 2010 IS A GO!
Dates as below, so if you have a problem with either the date of visit or my staying over (if so indicated) at your place, email me ASAP, please!
February 9-13 — Atlanta
Feb 14 — Drive to Franklin/Nashville. Lunch with Elaine. Drive to Louisville. Valentine's dinner with Kristinbean. Spend night.
Feb 15 — Drive to Frankfort. Have lunch. Welfy. Drive to Lexington. Anne. Spend night.
Feb 16 — Drive to DC. Lunch with Jen M. on way. Dinner with Lars. Danielle: late evening. Spend night.
Feb 17 — Rest. DC. Evening: drive to Williamsburg. Dinner with Melody. Spend night.
Feb 18 — Drive to Charlotte. Dinner? Tessa/Miguel? Spend night?
Feb 19 — Drive to Greenville Anderson. Lunch. Jenn. Drive back to Atlanta. Play car tag with Tessa/Miguel.
If possible, some time between now and then I'd love an email with your actual addresses, not only so that I can be a creepy stalker but also to get directions off Google Maps or whatnot.
Eeeeeee! |
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| TRIP INSANITY |
[Jan. 3rd, 2010|04:43 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | iiii lit a thin green candle | ] |
So, the problem with having everybody you love back in the United States — but not necessarily in the SAME STATES — is that your potential "tiny detour" ends up looking like
( THIS: )
Still, I'm actually considering it, assuming people can work around this timeline. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) welfy, I've gone ahead and thrown you in there, because that is one otherwise boring, long-ass haul from Louisville to DC, and you have a history of meeting sketchy characters like me from the intarweb, and 'cause you seem cool, and you'd be on the way, and yeah.
Edit: Now with (super incredibly tentative) dates!
February 9-12 — Atlanta
Feb 13 — Drive to Nashville (well, Franklin). Elaine S. Spend night.
Feb 14 — Drive to Louisville. Valentine's with Kristinbean. Spend night.
Feb 15 — Drive to Frankfort. Have lunch. Welfy. Drive to Lexington. Anne. Spend night.
Feb 16 — Drive to DC. Lars. Lunch. Evening: Danielle. Spend night.
Feb 17 — Rest. DC. Evening: drive to Williamsburg. Melody. Spend night.
Hazier:
Feb 18 — Drive to Charlotte. Dinner? Tessa/Miguel? Spend night?
Feb 19 — Drive to Greenville. Lunch. Jenn. Drive back to Atlanta. Play car tag with Tessa/Miguel.
Yay? Nay? Anybody can do will might maybe could get time off work for lunch/dinner/picnic/whatnot? Questions? Comments? Concerns? Why can Delta Airlines not provide me with vegan food? Contact info: Um, this journal entry. Or email me. |
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| My Very Excellent Father |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|02:43 pm] |
... has given me tickets for a trip back to Atlanta in February, as a Christmas present!
Any of you Georgians who want to pretend you miss me, mark your calendars: February 9 - 21.
Now to see if I can remember my American speech patterns. At least I still say y'all. |
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| BLARGH. |
[Dec. 17th, 2009|08:14 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | a wiki wiki mai lohi lohi / la we mai iko papa he na lu | ] |
It has not been a good week for the ol' self-esteem.
1. A regular visitor to our hotel, an 85 year old lady, told me that when she was young she could eat whatever she wanted and not gain weight. "But you're what we used to call 'well-covered'", she told me. "If you fell, you'd bounce!"
HAR HAR HAR. Gosh, aren't you amusing.
2. One of my new doctors told me that although my BMI of 24 is technically within the okay range, he suspects I have a higher ratio of visceral to subcutaneous fat... and any visceral fat whatsoever will exacerbate my endocrine issues. SO... I must lose about 20 pounds. GREAT. JUST GREAT. I'm already a vegan who eats almost no processed food, I exercise quite a lot, and you know I have endocrine issues that slow down my metabolism — plus you are sitting there prescribing me medication that you've just said will increase my appetite — and you want me to lose 20 pounds? Oh, this will end well. Thanks, doc. Thanks a lot. |
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| Urgh. |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|08:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | blegh blegh blegh | ] |
I can't believe Daul Kim killed herself.
I fell in love with her when I first watched this:
[ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbOyFGGzjcs ]
The bit about Tolstoy/Toy Story is pricelessly endearing. |
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