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Friday, September 05, 2003

Nuthin Doin

Lamest entry ever—read on if you’re bored.

This has been a light week work-wise, but today especially so. I just went to the Gap and bought jeans, chords, a sweater and a red jacket (yay!) after wasting about 20 minutes trying to get some other girls in the office to come with me. It’s just bad having a Gap close to where I work. I would probably not shop there if there were better choices. It’s good for my wallet there aren’t better choices. The pairs of jeans I’ve been wearing all spring and summer I stole one by one from Maria whenever I’d crash at her house. thanks babe!

I made a hair appointment for a cut tomorrow with Giovanna, who has been good to me for years. She probably thought I was unfaithful but when she sees how much it’s grown she’ll know I wasn’t.  I’m not sure if I want to let it grow out or cut it shorter again. I like my hair short-ish. Either way my hair’s undisciplined and needs to be coerced into doing whatever I’m going for. If it were 1950 and I wanted my hair to do that silly flip, then I’d be a lucky girl.

I’m also going to check out color. Not sure if I’ll do my old red or a new red, but as soon as this tan fades, I’m going for it. yay!

I’m so lame, I don’t really have pictures handy. Maybe i’ll dig some up, or take before and after.

In between writing that and this I went to Caribou for coffee and had a nice talk with Alexis.

Now, well. I’m not sure what I’ll do. Update my hours on the record. um. finish coffee. Do some QA changes that’ll take about 6 minutes.

Perhaps I’ll go into these templates and try to lessen the ugliness, finally play with a photo gallery.

One thing has been decided. We the (increasingly small) group I work with need to get together and go to the Lucky Bar. Ayisat was talking about going somewhere end of this month and maybe it would be most fun to go to a dive bar that’s familiar and invokes a lot of memories.

OK, it’s friday. that always feels good. Here’s an upbeat fave from a few years ago (sorry, the zip is the only way I can get it to work for most folks)
Dope’s take on You Spin Me Round (like a record). Ahh fond memories of Dead or Alive’s version which I had on tape in junior high. dang, anyone remember new wave?

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Thursday, September 04, 2003

Hooked Up

I really miss living with a doctor—my stepdad.  Companies would assume that he had an office. They’d send him tons of free stuff like the magazines JAMA and The Female Patient (neither for weak stomachs) but most importantly, drugs.

Sometimes when I go visit them my mom will try to give me like 12 boxes of something, which I never plan on using at the time.

Our favorite was something called Mobigesic. Indications: dental surgery, backpain, and migraine. They came in about 500 individual serving packets and my mother put them in a big ziplock in the kitchen. “And here are some for your purse.”

my goodness. just don’t mix with anything. ANYTHING

I have to tell you they rocked. In my younger years I had both knees operated on, bad hips, bad ankles, shoulder, etc. They were afraid I had arthritis in addition to the general maladies of every young person who dances and wacks out their body. These were great for those rare days it just hurt to exist deep in my bones, or had a huge headache.

Since we always carried them around my mom started calling them “Mobile Jesus” and I still think it’s so funny. This devout Catholic woman who used to bury St. Joseph statues in front of the houses she wanted to sell. (i’d accuse her of witchcraft and she’d just shrug. hmmmm) Well, she used the pills sparingly and retired at 48 so who am I to judge?

Last night I broke down and took something else she gave me, months ago that I said I wouldn’t take. Non prescription I think herbal sleep aid pills. I haven’t slept well in so long I was getting a little desperate. It felt so good to fall asleep and not keep waking up.

But I must say I hate the smell of pills. Worst smells to me are, in order :

B.O. (old sweat, not new sweat)
rat piss
vitamins/herbal pills
bad breathe
anything rotting

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Wednesday, September 03, 2003

Raining, Pouring

As if I didn’t have all a slacking procrastinator could handle....

- my application to Trinity for which i’m also writing one of my own recommendation letters because a certain teacher said “You know i hate to write.” Any suggestions from anyone, please give them to me!!!

- getting the house ready for my father’s visit in a week, just for an evening. He cares not of dust so that’s cool. BUT also for my mother, who’s going to stay with me for a long weekend immediately after, and has crazy high standards. I have to clean like a maniac and hide all sorts of things. Perhaps I’ll find hiding places, or just bag it up and take it to a friend. hehh not like she doesn’t know I have birth control, etc., but still. don’t want to have that conversation no matter how hard she tries.

- then, i finally called an artist/framer/photographer back who wants me to help with SEO on his already redesigned site. So that’s work, but I think I’m just going to barter with him. I hate estimated taxes.

- and just now, a friend told a friend about me and they want to see if I’ll help redesign her site. I’m no designer. hhhehe hells no. I suck n stuff, but if she knows exactly what she wants (cuz all people who want web sites do right?) then I can help. argh The reason I said yes is she’s got a band and I like her voice. She used to work a couple floors below me but is in NYC now. She kinda rocks.

Problem is, I’m really stingy with my spare time. I just want to spend it with friends, working out, reading or staring at some type of screen. But I feel like I need to accept these sorts of jobs. It’s good for me, gets me out of the shelter of my usual work and teaches me things. Good for the resume. If I get downsized at the end of this year then I’ll have made some more contacts.

To those of you who have full time jobs, yet manage to take on other projects: how the hell do you do it? How much do you give up? Is it worth it? Do you rock and make lots of money? I usually turn down these sorts of thing as the “fun to trouble ratio” doesn’t balance out. Is that short sighted or a good avoidance of pain in the ass clients?

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Tuesday, September 02, 2003

I'm Back

I was out of town last week but didn’t go where I was planning. Some of the geeks in the house set up a net connection but I was either too sandy or too salty to sit and type. And honestly, I was on vacation.

I see there are some postings. Excellent. I’ll give them my attention as soon as I can. I didn’t have work yesterday, but I was so hung over I couldn’t do much but watch DVDs and IM with people.

I was in Avon, NC - the outer banks, way way down the banks. Very chill - not very populated and the beach isn’t busy. Dogs, kites, beer, bonfires. And those fantastic little creatures that go phosphorescent at night. The water was freezing but the sun was warm. I went sea kayaking and ate crab and s’mores.

Fabulous, all in all. The only bittersweet aspect was that I was supposed to go see my niece and my brothers and sister in law. The New York city brother got sick and so we didn’t go. I was worried about him because he’s never sick. But he’s better now. I just have to figure out when I’m going to see little Zoey before she’s old enough to drive.

I have so much to talk about. So many photos to post. I saw a really good old friend from high school Sunday night and that was grand fun. We used to tromp around and take photos and drink gobs of Dunkin Donuts coffee. good times.

Then another random person from my childhood called but I never liked him and he’s still a pompous dork. I must be more googleable than I thought, for better or for worse.

I have such a weird buzz today. I feel like that moment right before uncontrollable giggling.

It’s probably because I’m glad to be back at work, seeing my in-town friends and catching up. Had a weird little tech issue first thing at work, and that’s over now. That’s always a little rush. I’m such a freaking dork. hehe

well, I promise I’ll post again soon, after I catch up on my people’s blogs and get acclimated in this office again.

your humble slacker

Almost 5, later today

Today has dragged and I’ve done a little work and listened to a lot of tunes.

Champagne Darling, by Vertigo Lab This is what I listen to when I have too much energy for a slow day at work.

Here’s one by my friend’s band. He works in my secret little society as a librarian if you can fucking believe it. But he’s all soul and rocks house. And it sounds like they’re throwing the chick in the band around.... I’d like her job =p

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Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Tired, Busy, Down

I’d be really stressed if I weren’t so tired. The tiredness could be physical, as I’ve been aggressively resolved to getting back into my former shape (or better) via running, yoga, pilates, and the normal magazine page variety of exercises. It feels good to feel little processes running in my body since I’ve gotten it going, but it’s taking stuff outa me that coffee in the morning just can’t help.

I’m trying to get enough sleep, but I think I need more than I’m getting.

I’m pmsing which also makes a girl very tired, and in my case, weaker, and clumsy and blue.

It may be the Pill I’m on—many friends have been on my Pill and it made them depressed, moody and sad. I went off it for one month and felt GREAT physically and mentally except for the lurking fear of what can happen if one is not on the Pill.

I walk to work, takes about 20 minutes. It’s lovely for thinking but today I got stuck in a hamster wheel of negative thoughts. It’s too hot and sticky. I hate the men who look at me as I walk. I think about my high school reunion and how the organizers are so desperate they’re inviting the classes from before and after us. I wonder if they remember that Paul isn’t allowed to come to any school events ever, and if I’ll have to remind them. I think of how I should have made flyers of my face bruised and split, white of my eye turned completely red, so they’d remember, and really know. I was remembering how I had been defending Missy from him. Then I remember years later, saying cruel things to her, about all the ways she’d hurt me and not been a true friend. Remembering the way she told me she didn’t think I should get married to Joe “plus I have all these other weddings to go to” and I couldn’t believe she’d say that along with 7 other lame excuses, I thought she was being egocentric and lazy. I wonder if she’s going to the reunion and if I’ll apologize to her. Not for anything I said, but for how spitefully I said it, and also say yes, yes I divorced him 9 months later.

Mercifully I ran into someone I knew on the street and he stopped my train of thought.

I feel so tired and down. Can’t smile much, don’t feel like talking. Lots to do but I just want to put my head down on my desk and fall asleep to the sound of my breathing.

Here’s my horoscope for today =P

“ Horoscope:  Music really can soothe the savage beast, Mia. And if you’re feeling rather savage yourself, turn on some tunes. Dance around, and sing loud and proud. You’ll be amazed at how much these activities can reduce stress and increase energy. Many find it incredibly therapeutic when times are tough and emotions run high. Try it for yourself, and expand your listening range to include many styles of music. You’ll be glad you did!”

Just today I forgot the Ani Difrano - Living in Clip cd that Maria was so lovely as to treat me to, but I’ll have to plug in the headphones and get into a different groove.

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Friday, August 15, 2003

Oh What a Night

I’m sipping a soda, still feeling quite swirly from a fun night of drinking. Our ringleader came back to DC for a day to get her passport changed and a happy hour ensued. Very wonderfully like old times. Despite the unhealthy physical aspect it always feels so good emotionally. It’s the very embodiment of “I love you, man!” no, really “I love you, man!”

We’ve aged, gotten different jobs, and in a few cases, married off. The history, stupid jokes and inside information keep us tight, at least on nights like this. We form our own universe for a while.

“Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” is every toast. One girl’s neck always smells like cookies. One guy always gets his hair braided. Favorite stories are retold.  Like the one about one of our sisters who was about to fight a girl in a wheelchair. The night always goes long. It always ends in kindness and the sort of hospitality where you already know where the glasses are kept, and probably the bedlinens and comfy shirts are too.

We’ve got our own personal photographer who takes many embarrassing and beautiful photos. 

I took a load of photos last night that I still need to get off my camera. At least a few will get posted today.

Eventually I’ll make a gallery. Sorry about the delay but I need to work on the backend and format, and please somebody remind me how to make droplet in photoshop. Too many shuddering brain cells in my head right now.

Some images of last night =] peep the peeps

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