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Glad. [Nov. 17th, 2012|05:13 pm]
[music |Also, Pearl Jam]

I still read my friendslist every day, just so you know. Compulsion? Interest? Habit?



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In the process of tidying my room. [Apr. 18th, 2012|08:24 pm]
[music |anything but Jim Croce, geeze]

Here is a complete inventory of my picture frame collection.

Photograph of my mother: 1
Photograph of my mother as a toddler, plus her mother, plus her mother, plus her mother: 1
Photograph of two good friends, taken a decade ago: 1
Empty picture frames of varying descriptions, still waiting for hypothetical photographs of loved ones or cherished memories: many.

I'm trying to not read overmuch into this.
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Conflicts / Resolutions [Mar. 4th, 2012|03:11 pm]
It's sunny, but I just want to sleep. I'm tired, but when I lay my head down, my jaws hurt. I'm delighted to be free of the nausea (took about 24 hours for the Tramadol to clear my system entirely), but the pain comes in waves. I'm grateful for the friends who understand me, but I'm sad about the people who don't.

I'm happy that I obtained furniture and bedding for my new home, but I'm anxious about how much money it cost me. I'm starving, but eating hurts -- and necessitates salt water rinses, which end up hurting even more. I'm bored of yogurt, but I'm thankful I have access to it.

Have you ever had a blended burrito? I have, now. I finished it sitting in my basement, waiting to see whether the tornado that touched down night before last would hit this neighborhood. The twister missed us, although it touched down very nearby. Actually, it struck a road I drive fairly often -- to get to my oral surgeon, for example. Considering that they closed it down for a bit, the timing was fortunate.

Half of my face is more swollen than the other. I'm going to have a Katie Holmes grin soon, but with an asymmetrical chipmunk face to go with it.

I'm scheduled to be back at work early tomorrow morning. Considering I talk for a living, I am less than excited.

Still, it's sunny, people are awesome, people are awesome, and people are awesome.

Don't you like the word resolution? I resolve to remember how lucky I am to be well-fed and to have people who care about me. Those two things alone are huge.
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Wisdom Tooth Extraction Sans Normal Pain Relief [Mar. 1st, 2012|12:52 am]
T minus 9 hours.

And what do you mean I can't have anything to eat OR DRINK until then? Argh. Terrible.

Does being under general anesthesia count towards your sleep? I kinda want to stay up all night reorganizing my nail polish and reading A Storm of Swords doing productive things, since I'm going to be passed out in the morning anyway, apparently.

Come hither, friends. [Jan. 6th, 2012|10:02 pm]
I'm just gonna go ahead and COPYPASTEPLAGIARIZE sealwhiskers:
    This thing has been around LJ for some time and pops up now and again. I figure I'd defiantly do it once more in the (supposedly) twilight years of LJ.

    Comment and I will:
    1) Tell you why I friended you.
    2) Associate you with a song/film.
    3) Tell a random fact about you.
    4) Tell a first memory about you.
    5) Associate you with a character/pairing.
    6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
    7) Tell you my favourite user pic of yours.
    8) In return, you must spread this disease in your LJ. you can do whatever you like, or not do anything.

She's preeeetty cool. Y'all should be cool and allow me talk about you, too. Please.
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Dogsitting [Dec. 26th, 2011|05:20 pm]
My father, his ladyfriend, and most of her family (plus some of mine, and family friends, und so weiter und so fort) are off skiing in Utah. I was invited this year, but I accepted a job that I knew would require me to work.

So I'm taking care of my father's dog in addition to my own. My father told me at one point that whenever he leaves his dog, Huey, with a dogsitter, Huey is even thinner upon my father's return. How this is even possible I don't know (Huey is ancient and skeletal), but I am determined to be the exception.

... Which is why I have just now had the pleasure of seeing a geriatric lab mix slowly eat a whole bowl of potato chips.

/bad babysitter
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OHMAN [Dec. 2nd, 2011|02:34 am]
How much more do I love the song Under Pressure when I'm listening past the vocals? I mean, the vocals are awesome, and I've always liked it, but there's so much more underneath it all.

My sleep schedule's been whacked to hell and back. It's kind of cool and frothy-mind-inducing. I walked through Lenox Square Mall today, feeling stoked about not blending in with the rich folks, and some store I passed was playing Deadmau5's I Remember, and I thought: I always do. Just not always accurately.

I still love I Am an Astronaut, buuuuut maybe the percussion on it is the teensiest bit lazy. But it's a kids' song! And a lullaby, kinda! So it's okay, right? I'm up among the stars, and I'm on my way to Mars.


Hey, y'all, open enrollment (ha -- a year overdue) for datingwithtessa. I'm going to privatize all the entries at the end of this month and add anybody* who wants in for the next year. If you're already there and I haven't told you otherwise, you're still in, of course. Cool? Cool.

* This right has previously been revoked and I reserve the right to bump people off again.
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Such great depths? [Oct. 23rd, 2011|01:56 pm]
There's a teeny tiny room in the sub-basement of the hotel, which stores all the employees' safety deposit boxes for their banks* and the folders for all accompanying paperwork. For whatever reason, every time I enter this room, within 20 seconds I feel completely dizzy. And I always forget about it before I walk in, so every time it happens (twice a day) I am caught by surprise. I'm committing this to writing in part to try to remind myself of the phenomenon, so that today and tonight maybe it won't strike.

I haven't figured out what does it. My first guess was maybe the lighting -- that something about the lighting and the repeated patterns in the carpet and on that huge bank of metal safety deposit boxes creates some sort of Magic Eye effect and my brain isn't sure what planes are real/tangible and which are illusions. Last night, I had a good look** around this small room and realized it's also ventilated really poorly. Could it have something to do with the lack of air exchange?

I've yet to actually fall into the table or wall, but I've come close, before taking a deep breath, looking closely around, and getting my bearings. I just don't know what to make of it.

* Any employee who anticipates taking in cash or making change for guests on a frequent basis is issued a bank to tend, with water and fertilizer and money-gro and... okay, yeah, no, but we do all have our own bank. Responsibility! Eep!

** I typed I had a good luck and only caught it on a quick proofing read-through. I tend to think of myself as a very lucky person, though, so perhaps I should have left it? I saw a chipmunk this morning, pootling cutely around the garage. Chipmunks are too adorable to not be good luck, right?
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What say the masses? [Oct. 21st, 2011|01:06 pm]
Which is more wonderful: Nissan Juke or Fiat 500?

*Note: I am not in a position to afford a new car at the moment, anyway, so don't get too excited. But in theory...
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Gooooool! Goal? [Oct. 14th, 2011|01:34 pm]
There's a theory that in order to be happy, you should first state your objective, then determine in concise terms (three to five words) how you hope that achieving this objective will make you feel -- and then you really think long and hard not about the original objective but about how to feel those things in all (or more) facets in your life, or by perhaps out-of-the-box means.

For example, if your initial objective were to win a badminton tournament, you might hope to feel strong, accomplished, and beloved. Or... whatever motivates professional badminton players, I guess. I am not one.

In the two spheres of personal and professional life, it's fairly easy for me to delve into the professional aims in this sideways manner. That hasn't always been the case, but the past year has crystallized my desires in this area.

It's the personal side that's tricky. I'm not sure what it is that I truly want. What do I want to feel? What do I personally need? There's an element of insecurity here, also -- that it's maybe wrong to want to feel certain things, or wrong to pursue them. There are also elements of pride at stake; do I need other people to help me feel certain ways?

I'm just not sure.

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