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October 30, 2003
Mom, hope you're sitting down
It was just a casual comment, but it set my entire worldview reeling. Somebody mentioned something about Barry Manilow's boyfriend. I continued nodding, making the appearance of still being part of the conversation.
Barry Manilow is gay?
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Hallow's Eve
I am so embarrassed that I haven’t made a Halloween costume. I didn’t get into super buff shape so I could have done a sexy costume. I didn’t build the sequel to the giant dick. I didn’t even buy any decorations for the windows. At the moment, I’ll probably only have the opportunity to buy candy post-Halloween when it is on clearance (I use it as rewards when playing Math Bingo).
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work in progress
I think that writing in my blog clarifies things for me. I wrote in my blog that the hippie teacher had almost ruined blogging for me by making it a requirement. Writing enabled me to realize that she defined it as a chore. I know that I am the type of person who loves to do something until it’s a requirement. I love doing many things… as hobbies or as something voluntary. I enjoy cleaning my house. Command me to do it, and I’ll hate every minute. Give me a deadline, I’ll always go past it. I don’t really worry about independence until someone says I depend on something, then I ABSOLUTELY MUST be independent. I follow rules naturally, unless you tell me that I must follow the rules. Then I’ll jump off the nearest cliff, just because I’m mulish.
I had this friend Jen. We’re not really friends any more because she criticized me (for over half an hour) about always being late. Admittedly, I was wildly late to the freezing war protest rally, but it was just a protest milling about the streets. I think they managed just fine without my timely presence. Regardless, she told me I had to either always be on time or stop being her friend. If she had just said that I was an ass and really hurt her feelings, I would have made it a voluntary point to not be late for her. I can easily handle criticism, and most people know that they just need to tell me once.
I’m a work in progress. If you polled my ex-boyfriends, you would see a positive progression towards more attentiveness, more consideration, and better habits. I’m not a natural romantic, but I slowly learned that I should buy flowers, send cards, that kind of thing. But you need to tell me that you want that kind of thing, or I’ll just assume you’re like me.
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October 28, 2003
All sorts of things to write
and I just can't seem to write. I think this writing class teacher is ruining my journal for me. It's funny that I am the only person in there who actually writes a journal, and she's killing the joy.
Anyone have any mental laxatives for this kind of constipation?
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October 24, 2003
Long week
Mmmmmmm, buzzzybuzzzzybuzzbuzzzbuzzo. I can't believe one of my friends (Frank in DC) coined the phrase Doggalicious. I'm going to bed, and it is only 9 pm. Lots of candles lit around, semi-clean house, jet engine heater eliminating any possibility of conversation.
I'm the SEP Field in the middle of a bunch of interesting things (Hitchhiker's Guide).
I'm the dizzy blond who simply exists for comic relief in every John Hughes movie.
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October 20, 2003
Going to bed
It's only Monday and I'm already tired. I think Michael gave me his flu. Damminit.
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October 16, 2003
Fudge ripples
I’m a big fan of the butterfly effect in chaos theory. The micro-breeze created by a butterfly’s wings in China creates the hurricane in the Atlantic Ocean. My trip to Europe with my Grandma motivated me to experience England, which prompted my emigration to my sister’s England, introduced me to crazy Irish Peter. Letters from my Irish friend Peter during his stay in Russia influenced me to take Russian as my language at university. That created my love of the Russian culture and language, which prompted the trip to Russia, which allowed for the volunteering for Peace Corps in Uzbekistan (also inspired by one biography of Kennedy that I read when I was twelve), which necessitated my medical evacuation to DC, which introduced me to Daniel and NYC, which led me to the Teaching Fellows, which introduced me to Sparky Dan, which inspired this blog.
I have never made big choices. All the rivulets and creeks and streams create a torrent. I’m merely enjoying the ride.
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October 15, 2003
Almost a third of a century
I wonder if Jesus felt like me when he turned 33. I don’t look in the mirror and see the son of God, that’s for sure. My holy trinity consists of burritos, chocolate, and coffee. Some of my puns could be considered miracles of bad phrasing, I can turn grapes into wine, and I regularly do carpentry. Other than those bits, I also like to travel around in large groups, I pontificate a lot, and some people would love to see me crucified. If I were hanging on a cross, I would still be trying to use it as a real world example of perpendicular and intersecting lines for my students.
Just the son of Gary and Pat, thank you very much.
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October 14, 2003
What I'm craving
I can't wait to have it in my mouth
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October 13, 2003
Infrequent ruminations
I think I blog less when I'm happy. I am so busy right now with teaching and university classes, but it is a good busy. I'm not overwhelmed like I was last year. I've had three day weekends for the last two weekends, which also makes for four day weeks of teaching.
Went with Simon, Andy, and Scott on some tours of the open buildings in NYC. I really didn't have the energy for one of my big groups, which meant that I didn't see a ton of people that I should see. The City Hall/Tweed Building tour was fun, as the historians gleefully told us about the massive corruption involved in the construction of the building. It was also interesting to see the bizarre school that the NYC Department of Education has put into a few floors of the Tweed Building. It appears to be a rather incoherent concept, but I spent as much time there as Joel Klein spends in my school.
We ended up at the Public Library guarded by Patience and Fortitude, the marble lions that protect the idiot tourists from actually entering the building. The tour inside was led by an extremely cranky woman who only spoke at a whisper, which was unfortunate for the hundred people on the tour. She repeatedly asked everyone to leave so the group would shrink to about 25 people, so nobody left the group. Some people like ourselves split off when we realized the tour was as boring as our tourguide, as the only interesting thing was the sudden appearance of the stigmata on her hands and her annoying habit of transubstantiating coffee drinks.
Across the street from the library, some kind of filming was going on. It was Mary Kate and Ashley Olson filming something involving bicycles, underage sex, and a hamster. I would have loved to sabotage the bicycles, but they had stunt quadruples for most of the scenes. Even the cranky street woman thought that joke was funny.
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October 08, 2003
Licensed to kill
Some days I find it a miracle that this city actually gets any bureaucratic work done. I know now that it definitely wasn’t my brightest idea ever, but I decided that Monday would be a perfect day to get my NY drivers license. My Texas license was fixin’ to expire, and I thought I should get a NY license. I know that it would put me on the list for jury duty, which I think everyone should do at least once. I began to experience some trepidation when I discovered the list of items I needed to prove that I am the one and only me. SS card, birth certificate, passport. Apparently my old license doesn’t count, as bureaucracy in another state couldn’t possibly have the same standards of paranoia as NY.
Roommate Michael joined me at the comically misnamed “Express Office.” I waited in the first line of many in order to find out that they don’t do new licenses. They also don’t ‘do’ any signage that could have saved me the time of waiting in line. I understand that a huge chunk of NY is illiterate, but I think they should reward those people who can read. I migrate with Michael over to the other office. One look at the line prompted Michael’s departure, and then I waited forever in the next information line. I finally got up to the person, only to discover that I couldn’t find my Social Security card. Dagnabbit, I know I brought it. Where is it? I have to leave from the office, only to discover the silly thing in the pages of my passport.
Enough of this. In four minutes, I renewed my Texas license online. I’ll get it in the mail in a week. Take that, NY!
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October 07, 2003
Authorized Dog Repairs
Nothing like the angry look of betrayal on your adoring dog’s face as the vet pokes his finger up her ass. You figure the dog of a homosexual wouldn’t get angry about this, and normally she is quite a tolerant dog when it comes to my bedroom shenanigans (not WITH the dog, pervs, but when I kick her out for privacy). She was overdue for her yearly checkup, plus she had a curious biting problem along her back and tail. Turns out she had infected anal glands. Gross. Very, very gross. $180 later, which seems expensive, except that she never has any problems. She is like the Honda of dogs. Very reliable, very dependable.
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October 01, 2003
Broken In Jeans
Roommate Michael and I were just lusting after the shirtless guy in the new Gap advert on television. He's sexy, but he sleeps all the time in his jeans. As long as he has a fresh change of underwear, I'm all good.
Why am I watching TV?
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Chocolate covered monkey clumps
Forget about my midlife crisis. I'm just having a midweek crisis. This weekend is a three day weekend, and I deserve it. Dangit.
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