| Employable? What world is this?! |
[Feb. 19th, 2009|02:52 pm] |
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Soooooo...
First of all, a giant THANK YOU! to all of my sweetest homies who gave me a shout out when I was all nervous a couple of weeks ago when I had my job interview. It helped incredibly, just gave me a tremendous boost, and my interview went pretty well.
So well, in fact, that I just got a call from the interviewer (at National Advocates for Pregnant Women)... and they offered me the summer internship I wanted!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I am so freakin excited & relieved that my job hunt took 5 seconds (compared to some other scary experiences I have heard about) and landed me a feminist jam. They only had 3 positions to fill, too! I must ROCK!!
I am so relieved. I have a trial advocacy competition ("Law & Order"-esque argumentation & wild gesticulation before a jury) starting tomorrow & running thru the weekend. I have to set my alarm for 6am on Saturday & Sunday. NO SLEEP, and the competition runs all day. THEN my Enviro Law Review has a symposium on Monday, another all-day torture-fest that also wakes me up at 6am. And all of these circus feats must be accomplished in a business suit. How in the hell do I have time to study for, oh, my LAW CLASSES, you may ask? And on top of that, how in the hell would I have time to apply for other summer jobs by next week? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THERE IS NO FUCKING TIME!! Thus, getting a job offer is a massive fucking saving grace that takes infinite stress off my back.
It came just at the right time, too. It is weird that I am halfway thru school, and I am STILL battling with my intense urges to drop out. I mean, this farce REALLY SUCKS. Yesterday when I walked into my school building, I had to use all of my effort to hold back a deluge of tears. I hate my life so much that even in my dreams I say to my friends, "My life is a ruse, please end it." WOW. I can't even escape the feeling when I go to sleep. Harsh. I have so much weighing on me & such a tight schedule that every little bit of stress relief makes a world of difference.
Thank you so much to all of my wonderful friends for your friendship & support. Thank you for your comments. Thank you for posting things like "Alvin & the Chipmunks cover Eye of the Tiger." Thank you, thank you, thank you for being YOU. Life is almost never easy, and it takes a lot of will power to make it in this cruel world. I couldn't do it without you and your love.
Thank you! |
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| Election Day |
[Nov. 4th, 2008|10:57 pm] |
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YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! |
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| Another year, another beer |
[Aug. 19th, 2008|04:25 pm] |
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That's right, it's 4:30 in the afternoon, and I am having a goddamn beer. I deserve it, and no one can take it away from me, not even the International Court of Justice. Bitches. MMM, gimme gimme gimme, before another year of school saps my strength!
I visited GA a few weeks ago, and it was right splendid. Got a week at the beach, some absurd family drama in between, and 4-5 days in Athens. Colin & I drove down (well, Colin drove, I sat there), about 13 hours. We stopped in VA for a night, near the Battle of Bull Run. I remember when we finally got to the beach house, everyone was all pumped and waiting for us. It was weird - usually I am making the rounds, pumping everyone up and complaining that I'm bored. But they were all super ready to party, and party we did.
Then, a week later when we were driving into Athens, I couldn't believe how excited I was to be in my old stomping grounds. I rejoiced at seeing every broke-down landmark on the way into town. During my stay, I drank booze till I couldn't handle it anymore. At my party on Friday night, I got to see almost everyone I love, and we had such an incredible time that I am glad everyone had a full weekend to recover. Germaine broke her toe, she was even more sloshed than I, and I was so sloshed I couldn't hold my camera steady to take pictures at the end. I am lucky not to have broken something too, probably. Bex was also hella wasted, & by god, she deserved it for making me a damn cake earlier in the week. The triumvirate was in rare form. ;) One of my best memories from the party is cackling along while Stormy cackled. That shit should have been recorded and blasted into every grumpy ear on the planet! Hot party jams, fo shizz. Thank you to everyone who made it out - you made a glorious event possible.
I didn't get to see everyone I love, tho, so I will have to go back soon!!
Since I came home, I've been working on finals before classes start on Monday. It's been horrid. I want to barf in a hat and put it on my head. That's how I feel. *More beer*
However, I have been inebriating excessively. Law school sucks the enjoyment out of everything I study, because I don't get to study interesting concepts, just the boring-ass, man's-world enforcement mechanisms that give stodgy, old form to everything dynamic and interesting. I was a fucking fool to go to law school, there is no denying it, only embracing it at this point. I am just so amazed that the subject matter I studied at UGA is completely cold, dead, and uninteresting when I study it at Fordham. Fuck this Jesuit place. Fuck it in a priest's cunt.
Like my gender play, there? I figure if I ascribe a cunt to everything worth degrading, as a result everything will be degraded and thus women will finally be equal! I am a genius, goddammit. Gimme your alms.
I am going to make some double chocolate chip cookies, I think. I made rice krispies treats 2 days ago, and I am on a junk food fix! I'm a vegetarian (plus fish), so my indulgences can't be too bad. That's what I tell myself, anyway! *More beer*
I love you all! Keep on usin' prophylactics, lest ye become too boring and busy to play with me next year when I come stumblin into town. No babies allowed when ah BURN DOWN DA HOUSE! I've seen preggo ladies everywhere I go, so I can only assume there's a global conspiracy against ROCK. Don't let 'em take you alive (but dead is OK)!! See ya soon. |
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| SO LONG, SUCKAS! |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|04:09 pm] |
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ATTN Single men/babydaddies of Bed-Stuy:
I wear my obnoxiously-big sunglasses because I don't want to talk to you. All you wanna do is mack. It is hot as hell outside, and I don't want to stand there sweating while you perfect your "we can just be friends, why can't we hang out" sales pitch. I AM LIVING WITH SOMEONE. Man or woman, it does not matter. THERE IS A LOCK ON MY COOCHIE, and YOU do not have access.
I don't like it when you have to holla every time I walk a few blocks to pick up milk, TP, dry cleaning, or booze. I grew weary of your kissy-kiss noises the first time I heard them. Also not interested in "Ey, girl -- EY! EEEEEY!" or your ability to string together a sentence that both informs me that I am sexy and reminds me of what color shirt I am wearing.
I AM NOT INTO YOU. I AM WALKING AWAY BECAUSE I AM NOT INTO YOU.
And for the LOVE OF GOD, if you want someone respectable's phone number, PULL UP YOUR GODFORSAKEN PANTS. If you can't put on a pair of pants, I might as well cheat on my boyfriend with a pre-schooler.
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Colin & I are moving to Astoria this weekend, & there are definitely things I will miss about my neighborhood. There are also things I won't miss that I am subjected to every day that I walk outside. First I thought it was sexual harassment. Then I thought it was a flattering cultural difference. Now it is just stupid, stupid and annoying and objectifying. I am tired of feeling like I have to stay in my burning box of an apartment just to avoid being hassled by some horn dog(s) who just won't quit. I am tired of feeling like I can't go to the liquor store without Colin. I am tired of having to dry-clean my suits, because that means I have to go down "the other side" of the block, which is infested with very vocal scrubs.
I AM TIRED OF BEING TREATED LIKE A SEX OBJECT, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I know I might as well just scream this into the void because I am a girl and this treatment is never going to end. I hope that in Astoria, at least, I can walk down the street without having to be reminded of it.
SO LONG, SUCKAS! |
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| 1 in 100 Americans are prisoners |
[Mar. 1st, 2008|11:33 pm] |
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LEGALIZE MARIJUANA!!
Come on, guys. We've got to stop busting the bored and the cancerous. I thought this country was into freedom. |
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| The Onion calls it "Februarian" |
[Feb. 22nd, 2008|01:22 pm] |
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I woke up this morning, and everything was covered in snow. And it kept snowing!! It snowed at least 6 inches. More snow that I have ever seen. I went outside and took lots of pictures. My toes are burning! SNOOOOOW!! |
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| Hollaaaaa |
[Jul. 23rd, 2007|08:18 pm] |
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I have been dreadfully remiss in expressing my appreciation and love for everyone who came to wish Colin & I farewell weeks ago.
For those who weren't there, Germaine threw us a surprise going away party, and I cried quite a lot. I couldn't believe they were there just for me, no special occasion. I wanted to tell the roomful of people, individually, how much it meant to have nearly everyone I love all in the same place, loving me. I didn't feel worthy of all that love from all those incredible people... I am just me, after all, no great planetary force, just Nora Wilson, wandering around this big rock & doing my thang. I never thought I could feel so loved, and I didn't know what to do with it all. So many people traveled MILES to wish me well and make my life better by leaps and bounds that night. And they brought SO MUCH ALCOHOL!! Good goddamn, you know I take that to heart in a special way. Life has never felt more real and more surreal at the same time.
Thank you, Germaine, my heart's great match.
Thank you, Heather and Andrew, for cooking me a DELICIOUS dinner and getting me out of the house while everyone else was swarming around the hive preparing for the party. I never even suspected!
Thank you, Kerry and Justin, for the magnificent banner a la Arrested Development ("You're KILLIN Us, Nora & Colin"), the thoughtful, hilarious card and incredibly generous gift, and most of all your constant support & advice.
Thank you, Rebecca, for FUCKING REPRESENTING MERE DAAAAYS AFTER YOUR INTENSE SURGERY (the trinity of glory was in attendance, bitches) and Dave for your care.
Thank you, Stormy and Jim (and Chris! and Russ!), for braving the dangerous highways just to shower me with love and compliments for HOURS, and then leaving me with pictures of all the people I love best... I have the one you sent smiling down from a very prominent place in this home, and I'm sure it will occupy the same position in my next home. Stormy, your letter meant the world to me, and don't worry about getting all misty, because you know I did the exact same. ;)
Thank you, Gregory and Christina, for taking that time off to show your solidarity and bless me with your Moodler. I have no choice in family, but I do in friendship, and I have to say that my life is much better with you two in it. Even you, Gregory.
Thank you, Mathew C. Braun, for your continued friendship all this long while, and your characteristic scorpio scheming on behalf of my celebration. I do miss you and painfully regret the fact of our estrangement.
And thank you to so very many others... I cry even as I type this because you all have touched me so deeply with your incredible show of kindness. It was truly amazing to have a houseful of our old crew, Germaine, Heather, Andrew, Justin, Travis, Rachel, John, Rebecca, Eddy, & T, shining just like we used to. And of course, the oldest crew of all, Stormy (now) Piazza & David (always has been) Nayyar from my wild and wacky days as an Augusta scrub.
You mean the world to me, old friends and new, and there is nothing like you in the world. I hope we never forget each other, even when the alzheimer's takes us.
I HAVE THE BEST FRIENDS IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!! |
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| In my struggles to be free |
[Apr. 18th, 2007|04:28 pm] |
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Well, life is pretty boring here in Whoville. The daily grind is quickly being replaced by the daily grind-your-mind-into-sand trying to come up with multiple final paper topics. But soon I graduate!! Sweet little baby Jesus Christ, it's only been 6 YEARS in the making! The wonders and horrors of NYC inch closer every second. I am gonna be so FLY in a coupla years, it'll be undeniable, you'll hafta wear shades to see me. Cool is just something you're born with... until you live in New York, New York, then it's staple-gunned to your forehead. How sweet it is!
Tis the season for law schools to crush a thousand dreams via the US Mail, as well, and in the past couple of days I've really been off to a crazy start. Everyone else I know has been accepted/rejected, and I was really beginning to think that my applications were so unremarkable as to have been confused with the admissions councils' grocery lists. ("Must have left it in my car, you know, shit has a way of disappearing beneath those hundreds of Burger King wrappers that I could use to construct a tent for my corpulent ass.") It was getting desperate!
Then NYU sent me a letter. I knew it was a rejection letter just by the size of it, and sure enough, they had put me on torturous hold right before Christmas only to cut my legs out from under me several months later. Ah well, they didn't really impress me anyway. In fact, I will go so far as to say they suck, even if I transfer there later for their cheap housing (cheeeeeeeeeap). It didn't get me down, though, I wasn't counting on them actually seeing the glory that could be theirs. There are CLEARLY other, more deserving schools. =)
Today I checked the mail again. Uh-oh, a similarly sized letter from Columbia University. Geez, guys, all at once? Well, at least it's out of the way quickly... and they seemed to have used high quality paper to send me notice of my abysmal failure. So, I ripped into it with the speed one would use to remove a bandaid. Columbia's a better school than NYU, and I'd been waiting for this rejection practically since I'd sent the application off (but how could I resist the #4 law school in the country?).
But they've put me on the "Reserve" list!!! Of course that just means more waiting, boys and girls, for those ingrates who have been accepted to say, "eh... naaah" to matriculation at Columbia so that the admissions folks can once again plod through the Reserve group and make some final decisions. And I am probably at the bottom of the Reserve group, which is probably substantial and will probably only contribute a handful of people to the actual entering class of 2007. So I am not deluding myself; I fully expect to receive my rejection from them eventually, but I will do so with a Grade-A Snoopy dance in my heart.
I, Nora Ellen Wilson of Disgusta, GA, have truly worked. my. hardest. for all these years, and someone, not just anyone, the NUMBER 4 LAW SCHOOL IN THE GREATEST COUNTRY ON EARTH, has for one small, glimmering second seen and appreciated me for what I am and what I have the power to become.
It blows me away. It's truly a moment to stop, rest, and take a look around at the beautiful world from the top of this mountain I've built for myself. I couldn't have done it alone, I couldn't have done it without my loved ones, especially those who refused to "CUT ME!" when I was in for an all-night research paper or cram session so many times. It's just a sweet, sweet moment, like homemade ice cream or an extra-juicy bite of peach. Except it's been mounting for so long, it's hard to even feel the whole of it appropriately.
I hope everyone has as great a moment as me today. =) As always, thanks for listening. |
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| Back and badder than ever |
[Mar. 21st, 2007|08:52 am] |
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Hey dudes! Just spent a week in London, and it was pretty much so out of control that I needed some distance before I could even begin...
Went with my Sherlock Holmes class, which you know is super pimp all by itself, and we had many full days of tourism, tourism, tourism. Some things I saw were: Buckingham Palace, Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey at night, Trafalgar Square with that big statue of Lord Nelson (A naval hero who is one of the many reasons we speak English!) the Globe... all from the outside, so not super exciting.
Went to the Tate Modern Art Gallery, British Museum (MUMMIES!), Museum of London (Boring except the great fire. Burn that sucka down!), Imperial War Museum (who doesn't have enough Holocaust?), Sherlock Holmes Museum, Victoria and Albert Museum (so much Rodin!), Apsley House (Basically a museum commemorating the Duke of Wellington beating Napoleon's ass like a drum) and Winston Churchill Museum down in the bunker under Downing St. where he & his war ministers met. It was SO SWEET to see so many of the world's riches right up close and personal. I felt like I was in a time machine!
Also climbed to the veeery top of St. Paul's Cathedral, the most beautiful place I've ever seen, and checked out Hampton Court Palace (Henry VIII lived there with his 4000 wives) where they had a real maze in the gardens. The Gardens were like an English paradise, something you've always imagined if you've ever dreamed of traveling to the rural UK; daffodils as far as the eye could see, swans, crazy trees shaped like gumdrops, fountains, the greenest green you've ever seen... it was breathtaking.
For entertainment, we got a group together and saw Les Miserables, which was incredible of course. We dined at the Hard Rock Cafe, which I think got its name from the fact that you have to sell rock on the streets to afford entry there. We took a look at their vault, held a $6 million Jimi Hendrix guitar, saw many Bob Dylan guitars, John Lennon's famous green army jacket (suh-weet!), and a billion other things. Mostly I drank a lot of beer because that gets you drunk and you can forget how much money you spent trying to avoid paying $2 for a can of coke. We pubbed like crazy, and I got a shot glass that says "I got absolutely pissed in London" to remember the night I spent puking in the hotel bathroom while my roommate slumbered, lucky girl!
My favorite day was Thursday, when I spent the morning shopping in the hip marketplace Covent Garden, which reminded me a lot of Athens since everyone there was young. I took off on my own after that, unwilling to tour the Tower of London with everyone else for fifty hours and wear myself out before the Jack the Ripper night tour. (Hell yes, that shit was scary!!) Instead of the Tower, I rode the tube (subway) all over town finding my mom a pastry cookbook. It was a wild adventure spread over many hours, and I really got to know the city (and myself) a lot better by the end of it. It is so exhilarating to tackle such a big, foreign place all on your lonesome in the name of someone you love. I just can't express how gratifying a growing experience it was.
I rounded out the trip with some pictures strutting it across Abbey motherfuckin Road (you gotta RACE over that bitch, the drivers don't take shit round those parts) and signed my name in lipstick on the brick wall adjacent to the famous recording studio. On Saturday when I woke up and realized I had to spend the whole day going home, I was suddenly crushed...
I had spent the whole trip missing my Colin, my friends, and family, humming "Back in the USSR" and not being able to wholly enjoy the sights since my mind was on all my loved ones. But I experienced just the most profound sense of loss and bereavement when I got home... I sunk into a terrible depression for a day, a wild mania of celebration the next, and I am now evening things out with a mildly wistful nostalgia reminiscent of the pangs you feel when you remember your dead grandparents from years and years ago when you were little and they were so kind. I had been such a child in London, absolutely immersed in new and exciting experiences, but as an adult I was completely dependent on my own faculties to absorb everything and enjoy my time in the city. I was truly free to imagine what I wanted and make it happen. I felt as though I had been born all over again, so late in the measely week, and by Saturday I had to cut that kid off and fly back across the Atlantic with only little bits of her in my bag. I finally wept at the airport, in the parking garage, once the exhaustion and emotional weights hit me with full force and I was no longer in transit -- even though I felt like I was.
It is impossible to describe the emotional impact of such an adventure to someone who doesn't know firsthand. It is such a whirlwind of intense, confusing emotions -- I know I have to go back and try to finish, bit by bit, what I started. I know you can never really finish something like that, but I have to try. I am so relieved and jazzed about going to New York this fall. It is going to be so much more satisfying being with my partner this time around, and I'll be able to say that I know the city, every bit of her worth knowing, by the time I leave. I will be ready to leave by the time I leave New York; I will soak her up. And I will be ready to hit the ground running once I get there.
If you have never traveled abroad, DO IT! Make school pay for it, if you can. DO IT WHILE YOU ARE YOUNG! It is positively life-changing; there is nothing like it, no love so melodramatic and haunting. I wish I could take all of you with me, and it will be a great pleasure to have guests in the NYC and be able to show you around my crazy wonderland, which I might cease to remember as a wonderland but just as my home.
Exciting Times!! |
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| Nobody cares, but so what! |
[Mar. 21st, 2007|08:41 am] |
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(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)
| ✓ I miss somebody right now. (I always do, don't you?) |
✓ I don't watch much TV these days. |
✓ I own lots of books. |
| ✓ I wear glasses or contact lenses. |
× I love to play video games. |
✓ I've tried marijuana. |
| × I've watched porn movies. |
× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. |
✓ I believe honesty is usually the best policy. |
| ✓ I curse sometimes. |
× I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. |
× I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. |
( it goes on... ) |
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[Mar. 5th, 2007|03:19 pm] |
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Today I missed work and class.
I am very blue. |
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| Hate speech |
[Mar. 3rd, 2007|02:48 pm] |
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Nothing new here in the AUG, really. Just watched Anne Coulter on TV saying she wished to talk about Dem. presidential candidate John Edwards (my personal pick for prez -- I know that sexy man well), "but apparently you have to go into rehab if you use the word 'faggot'". THAT BITCH IS A WHORE, and it's not like she would even know anything about faggots because so many straight men use that label as an excuse not to sleep with her that she probably thinks they make up a quarter of the population. Dirty, dirty bitch, and good thing this country guarantees certain 1st Amendment rights or else jihad would be upon her. Jesus.
Also, just went to cash in my free ear cartilage piercing I won at a silent auction, and the place was PACKED. I have to get it done by a certain guy, as per the gift certificate's specifications, and he has been busy for hours doing a tattoo. The second time I was there, standing around with a huge group of people and no receptionist -- what backwoods business are these hillbillies running?!? -- i went ahead and peeked in on the busy, busy dude and the tattoo recipient, and I am sad to say that I witnessed a lower back tattoo in process. And we all know what that means!!
BESIDES social norms that educate us about this, the shittastic movie Wedding Crashers went ahead and BROKE IT DOWN for us... "Lower back tattoo? Might as well be a bullseye!" I wanted to bust up in between that woman, with her well-used-and-abused gaping vagina, and the tattoo artist screaming "Shove the damn rod into my ear and leave this bitch TO THE WOLVES!!" But that woulda been tasteless. Still, jesus. Word To The Wise, goddammit: if you get a dolphin (an animal which you've likely NEVER EVEN SEEN in real life) tatted on your LOWER BACK, you have NOOOOOO CRED. AND you're a stank slut. There are cheaper ways to advertise, honey.
DRINKIN MY BEER TO COMBAT THE PAAAIN! |
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| The Waiting Game |
[Feb. 27th, 2007|04:54 pm] |
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I just finished sending off my very last law school application. I applied to the top 3 law schools in NYC, and it was (is) stressful business. But now it is over, and the waiting begins...
Wish me luck! Or, better yet, take a second out of your busy day to send positive psychic vibrations to the schools on my behalf. Every little bit of energy counts! At least, I think it does.
FYI, I should get news back by April. |
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| I love you! |
[Feb. 14th, 2007|09:23 am] |
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Happy Valentine's Day to all my beloveds! You guys rock me.
Germaine is celebrating by chasing her Valentine, Tweenie, across the neighborhood right now. That is love! Show your valentine some love today!
And show me some love, because I am almost completely done with law school applications!!!! SUCH a huge accomplishment, stress stress go away!
I hope everyone has a magical, wonderful day. =D |
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| Missing my Big Love |
[Jan. 27th, 2007|01:45 am] |
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Rewatching HBO's "Big Love" with Germainey. It is a whirlwind all over again, so many feelings, so many complicated relationships, so much familial drama. You start getting attached, even to the characters you dreaded encountering the first time around.
Mostly it is romantic. They just barely keep it together & only by supporting each other.
With LOTSA SEX!!
Wanda: "Baby, I don't need no house like that. I just need you. That's all I want. And I got you, so I'm happy."
I love my baby, too. =) And I miss him when I am sharing our show.
Have a good night, everyone! |
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| Rock! |
[Jan. 21st, 2007|01:28 pm] |
Heather and Andrew hosted a GREAT party last night! There was sooooo much drinking and puking and hilarity and friendliness -- it was madness! A fucking awesome jam, and sorely needed, too. A big check mark for glory written in red vomit! You guys are the BEST.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANDREW! Thank you so much for bringing everyone together for the occasion. Hell yes! =D |
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[Dec. 24th, 2006|09:15 pm] |
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Happy Christmas and a most rocking and safe holiday to all!
I love you dearly,
Nora |
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| Christmas = CHRISTINA! |
[Dec. 16th, 2006|09:54 am] |
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You may notice that I am updating livejournal at 9am on a Saturday. Is this a trick of the eyes? No! Did I stay up all night? Sorta!
I was really worried about Opie and had decided that it would be vet time on Monday as soon as I could get an appointment. Germaine offered to put me on her credit card & let me pay her back when student loans come in (1st week of January). But she is a broke ho, and Monday would be a long wait since he has technically been sick for a week and hasn't been drinking or eating (voluntarily) for a coupla days. Shoving food morsels into his mouth one by one got old quick and probably wasn't achieving much anyway.
So last night, after witnessing my true spiritual and emotional duress, Christina suggested that I go to the vet's office where she works so she could help me out. She had to leave at 7am for work today... I dunno if it's just us, but we don't believe it's morning until there is actually LIGHT visible from the SUN, people. Anyway, I decided to get up early & follow her because a) I dunno where it is and I am so directionally challenged that I can't find my way out of a paper bag & b) I wanted to make sure I would be seen before they close at noon. She even wrote a check to cover me since I have no money, and even worse, I have no checks after that whole Bahamas fraud snafu. The office will hold her check till I get paid or my loans come through in a couple of weeks, so her poor ass won't even be charged. SHE IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON!!! And a problem solver!!
To illustrate the monetary state I am in, I admit that I cried steadily and alone in the vet's lobby because the woman at the front desk misunderstood me & led me to believe it would cost about $250. It was only $72 when we got done, though, including doctor fees, antibiotics (he probably just has some weird bug that he was able to fight off days ago, but not entirely so it came back), fluid injections (sure made me feel better!), and some good, wet kitty food to entice him, coz his dry food just ain't cuttin it.
Admittedly, he might have to go back on Monday if he's not any better, and that is a whole other can of worms, but I am hopeful for now. =) Please get better for me, my Opie-Doo! Poor thing is just glad to be home.
I slept, no, NAPPED for 3 hours last night after much carpentry and mind-altering festivities. Then I had wacky dreams about (guess what?) my friends & I getting to bed too late. So I am worn the F out, and the dirt nap approacheth at the speed of light. When I hit the bed, you will hear a sonic boom, mark my words. And I'm gonna sleep HARD, hard as a damn ROCK, or a stale piece of bread, or a big dick or something. Maybe hard like an undrainable tumor. Who knows? Only the future will tell!
Just wanted to update all you nice people who showed such concern and good friend-ery in my time of need. And also to worship THE GLORY THAT IS CHRISTINA!!! (She even gave me such good directions that I found my way home NO PROBLEM! WHAT A GENIUS!!)
Goodnight, my loves! I am off to dream about hot men massaging my heavenly purse. And then Colin coming and beating their asses in one karate chop (HAI-CHA!) and the mad fury of our passionate lovemaking (like a goddamn eagle falling out of the sky, muthafuckas)!! Goodnight! |
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