I’ve had something in my eyeball all morning. It hurts.
Yes, I’ve tried to flush it.
Yes, I’ve stared at my eyeball, searhing for a hidden eyelash or something.
Yes, I’ve been rubbing my eye.
Yes, I know it’s not good for me.
It still hurts.
And I want what ever this guy is smoking.
300: The movie was all I wanted it to be. I was overwhelmed by the visuals, enthralled by the man-flesh, and moved by the music. The director’s faithful execution of the text made me very happy. Did you know that it was number one this weekend? And the numbers for the graphic novel have gone up as well. Here’s a little thing on the making of the visual effects. I hope you liked it. We saw it twice, and in the second viewing, saw little details that made the experience richer. The first fight scene felt like a dance. We should see it once more before it exits the theatres.
Sunny Side Up: I eat one thing when I got to a greasy spoon: 2 eggs over easy (or medium) with hashbrowns and a dry English muffin. D and I went to our new favorite place. Don’t ask me the name. I forgot. And a few hours later, I was plagued by the worst stomach ache. It felt like someone wound my guts around a spool and pulled. I wanted to crawl into a fetal position so that I could die comfortably. At the end, I ended up with volcano butt (diarrhea) and felt better. The moral of the story: stick to eggy product - not runny eggs. There’s no pain like bad eggs in the intestine. My ass is clenching just thinking about it.
Dinner and Drinks: D, Frankie, Amanda, Adam and I went to 310 for drinks after the movie. Amanda was bothered by a group of obnoxious drunk yuppies sitting behind us. She asked them to lower their voice, which made things much worse. It was like trying to rationalize with a toddler. They mocked the request, hissing “Shhhh. We can’t talk. It’s a library.” And this kept going on and on and on. No one, on either side, could let it go. The yuppies were shitfaced, and if they handn’t fucked with us, I could have laughed. At one point, the most blonde and drunk of the bunch exclaimed:
“I don’t have a vaaaaah-gina! I have a man-gina!”
*insert coyote-like laughter here.
“My implants are shrinking! What am I going to do? Shhh, we can’t laugh because this is a library!”
She also used several words that were more than 4 syllables long. I was impressed. The problem with confrontation with those kind of assholes is that they don’t care whether you are polite and that they are painfully immature. The saddest part of the whole experience was that the loud man-gina woman had a sleeping baby in a stroller next to her. She and a man (I was going to assume that he was the baby’s father, but I couldn’t say for sure) left with the baby, obviously sloshed, and got into a car and drove off. Irresponsible and selfish and dangerous - it disgusted me.
Moving Day: D and I helped Anne and Will move on Saturday. We learned some very good lessons.
I love their house and the area. It’s a quiet neighborhood, surrounded by a well-groomed wetland and an abandoned nursery. There are little cat-doors so that the cats can get into the garage and the litter box. I am so excited for them! And, D and I get to stay in the guest room when we visit. Party time at Anne and Will’s house!
Sunday Night Television: Battlestar has gone to crap. Rome is just as dirty and fucked up as ever. I shouldn’t live my life around television, but I felt emotionall invested in Battlestar. I loved those characters and the questions about relationships and politics. The women in the show were both flawed and strong. There was a lot to love. But there’s been a shift. I watch so that I may find a resolution. Next season, I may skip it. I don’t understand the lack of cohesive vision. But Rome - good stuff. Perhaps they aren’t burdened by a creative (and by that I mean wildly creative) story line. History is already written, but I think they take it in an interesting direction. I watch these shows when I fold laundry on Sundays. Routines…. ahhh.
I have a lot more to write about, but I don’t want to overwhelm you. Have a great Tuesday.
Oh… wait. Links for you:
I really like listening to SomaFM. Once I get past the tinny quality of streaming audio, I find myself swaying in my uber-uncomfy office chair. It’s good stuff.
Not a lot to say today. Botany class was fun. We used a key to identify a plant, and it reminded me of those “Make Your Own Adventure” books. Ahhh childhood. You started with a general feature of the plant and if it fit requirement A, you go to one spot further on the key, and if it fit requirement B you go to another spot…. and so on and so on. It was fun, but challenging. For the life of me, I couldn’t find the damn ovary in the flower. I did find a pissed off ant and little red mite. Oh, and the flowers of the Lantana wilted under the heat of the light in the scope. Dr. Grey also mentioned a vivarium in Gainesville that looks pretty badass. I have no reason to go to Gainesville, but maybe one trip up to see butterflies would be fun.
Tomorrow is going to be fun as hell. D and I are going to pick up tickets for the 7:30 showing of 300 at Winter Park. FINALLY the movie has come out. And then we are going to head out for dinner and beverages and such. Good times. I think I will bring my camera.
And now, I must cobble together a paper for my clas today. I always have a hard time starting papers.
Have a nice Thursday….
It felt like someone was squeezing my eyeball last night. The whole right side of my head throbbed. My left eye was watering. I felt like poop. But Excedrin, meds and some sleep and I am right as rain today. My mood has lifted, without a clear reason why. I won’t look the mood-horse in the mouth.
This low humidity has made my lips crack. They hurt. When I smile, they bleed. *wince*
I bombed my quiz, and I am convinced that my headache was from the stress, and the lack of food. Granola is not a good dinner. But as I sat outside in the courtyard, I found myself deep in a conversation about birthmotherhood and abortion rights with a girl in my class. She has the most amazing, captivating gold eyes. Her eyes smiled as much as her lips did. I don’t know how it started, but I started talking about my birthdaughter, and she chimed in. She had her birthchild three years ago, and although it’s an open adoption, the connection is tentative. The family lives in Ohio. We decided that we should talk more. I’ve not met, in all of my years, another birthmother with an open adoption. Sometimes I wonder if there are others out there who have had the same experiences as I have. She seems open to discussion, but her family was not supportive - not like mine was. Perhaps I should invite her to have some coffee or something. It could be interesting.
I feel better today. I wanted to run last night, but my head hurt so much that I felt sick to my stomach. D made me go to bed. I think I was asleep by 11.
Veggie burgers are good. I just ate one with lots of pickels (I loooooooooove dill pickles) and ketchup. I’m a simple girl. And now I am off to get work done. But the following are a few things that caught my eye.
One more thing. I want a milkshake. Thank you for listening….. mmm…milkshake.
I really hate Orlando drivers. Really really really really reaaly hate them. D and I were coming back from the grocery store, and I was stopped at a red light. I watched this asshole ride my butt and then I felt the bump. Ooooohhhh…. I was pissed. I jumped out of the car, barefoot, and started yelling. The guy said “It was an accident!” No shit, Sherlock. There was no damage, so I got back in the car and drove home. But I watched him ride another person’s ass. Morons. I hate people in Hummers. Gah!
The weekend was uneventful. Schoolwork, watched Run Lola Run twice, and kind of buried myself in the couch. Not much to report. There is continual strife at work, but I think that is because I let people under my skin. It is what it is. I just wish I wasn’t effected by the madness. Sometimes I shock myself with my emotional outbursts. I need an emotional mute button. Perhaps they sell those at Target.
I feel like the ick again. I have a sexy, deep voice. I buried myself in my blankets yesterday, moving only to use the bathroom and grab more excedrin. D made dinner. I love him.
D and I went to Heather’s birthday celebration on Friday. Pirates — she made us wear pirate hats. And I am ashamed to say - I sang Karoke. Yes, in public. What song? Livin on A Prayer. I didn’t sing as much as laugh my ass off. And I meant to leave early, but the beer flowed and I didn’t want to think about the Botany Lab the following morning. We ate the nastiest cake ever made (it tasted like pink — that’s all I can really tell you. It was indescribable) and the best cookies. I made friends with the DJ, who had me nearly pissing my pants. I laughed all night. It felt good.
I missed class last night. Yeah, I am a bad student. I felt like poop. D and I snuggled under the covers and watched Lady in the Water. I liked it a lot. The fantastical element in a realistic setting makes me happy.
I’ve had a stitch in my side for five days. It’s irritating and disconcerting. I’m getting old.
Myspace connected me to another friend from my past. Her name is Lynn and now she is a teacher. She was always goregous, and has turned into a beautiful woman. If I remember correctly, she was the first person I met when I started school in Wuerzburg, and the last person I saw before I left. I was terribly immature, but she remained friends with me. We were both on the swim team, and both in honors classes until I had a little breakdown and went back to regular classes. It’s strange… myspace is so full of weirdos and freaks (and not the fun ones) it’s very cool that I keep reconnecting with people from my past.
This is not a stellar blog post. Sorry. I promise to be more entertaining later. Happy Wednesday
I have a lot to talk about, but jobby things are pressing. So, here is your morning list.
I won’t get on my animal rights soapbox, but that’s just downright wrong. That being said… I stay away from anything that feels the least bit real. My fuzzy purple coat feels like it was made from stuffed animals. Not animals stuffed with real guts. Gawd. I just want to go and hug my doggies now.
I:
am crabby.
am frustrated
am into emotinal self-flaggelation.
started my day in tears
can’t wake up
need to study for my Botany quiz
am trying to trade my defeatist attitude for motivation
have an elbow ache
am through with my self-pity session
I am going to swim in my coffee, but here are some links for your entertainment.
It’s work time. Or nap time. I just can’t decide.
D’s off today. I’m working. No conversation about my abrupt departure from work on Friday. The silence is good for me. It gives me room to breathe.
It was damn cold this morning, and I kept waking up to check the time so that I could get up for my run. This resulted in a bone-deep exhaustion. I slept in until 6:30. I’m not kicking myself for sleeping in today. I needed the sleep. I’ve been manic for days. Any sleep is good sleep. But, in order to kick myself out of this cycle, I need to work out. Tonight… I shall dance my crazy away.
My progression through school is lacking. I feel WAY behind in Botany and remain overly stressed. I’m trying to breathe through the madness, but sometimes I find myself choked by the fear. I’m not really sure what I am scare of. I’m just scared.
On a more mundane level, I got new spirals for my 2g ear holes (hehehe… I just said hole). I’ve been looking for something appropriate for my septum, but nothing is really grabbing me. I’ve left it out for weeks at a time because the metal is just too damn shiny, and the bone spikes and crescents either slip out or hurt. I’m searhing for other wooden stuff for my ears. I like my stone plugs, but because my ear holes are so small (that is in relation to many others out there who sport 1″ lobes) you miss the coolness of the marble veins or the colors of the coral. I understand this is a bullshit rumination, but it’s on my mind none the less.
D took a picture of me last night for an assignment. I’ve come to realize that I have a small head. It’s scary.
I am trying to figure out what to do with Roja, the red Ford. I still owe way too much on it, and I doubt if I will be able to get enough to pay it off if I sell it. I have 2 years left on the loan. The solution? Give it to D’s mother. We can get his brothers to help us pay off the loan, and give her the car, so she won’t have a car payment but will have something that will be good to her for another 50K miles (there’s 49K on the car right now). His mother is a proud woman, and will probably argue about charity and whatnot. But, I think if we make her understand that it will help us all out that she may be more willing to take the car. We shall see.
It’s time for me to get back to work. Have a nice Monday.
When I should be working, I am playing with my themes…..
I know, I know….
I will work in a minute…I swear!
I like this one, but it requires a del.iciou.us thingy, which I just started. So, there will be more changes. Just go with it kids.
Walk out into velvet
Nothing more to say
You’re my favorite moment
You’re my Saturday
Cos you’re my Number 1
I’m like a dog to get you
I want it up and on
I’m like a dog to get you
Sunset only seconds
Just ripe then it’s gone
Got no new intentions
Just right then it’s gone
Cos you’re my Number 1
I’m like a dog to get you
I want it up and on
I’m like a dog to get you
I’ll be there to meet you
Getting down to greet you
Howl under the moon
Number 1
Goldfrapp
We are tinkering with new themes and set ups.
Thank you for your patience.
-The Management-
I started writing this on Monday….but never finished. So, here it is, plus more….
I break my site when I try to modify things in the code. I have no business mucking about with anything like that, but it seems I am drawn to destruction. I really should restrain myself.
So, if you saw the Upton Sinclair post…well… I killed it. He had to die. That bastard.
It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his job depends on not understanding it.
I was mostly a good girl this weekend. I managed to get a lot of my homework done, while working for work work, and trying to get a little time to myself. So, because I know you are so interested, I am going to recap my weekend.
Friday - I worked really, really late. The kind of late that sucks up your evening and leaves no room for relaxation. It was the kind of late that almost upended my plans for a good dinner, but when I got home, D already had the shopping done. But, like a weeknight, I had to go to bed early. My Saturday Lab required that I meet the class at Rollins at 8:00. School is trying to kill me. I went to bed, happy to be buried in my covers.
Saturday - Busy, busy. First field lab, canceled plans, studying, FF, a movie, drinking and a long conversation with my sister. I will talk about Botany by itself because it was a looooooooooooong day.
Sunday -After waking up a leetle hung over, D and I headed to our favorite breakfast place. Then we headed to Rollins. I was supposed to meet my partner for my Composite Film presentation, but the fucker didn’t show. He e-mailed me later in the day explaining why he thought it best to wait until the last minute. I’m going to smack him when I see him. After spending a bajillion dollars at the pet store for food and other animal stuff, D and I went to Sam Flax to pick up art supplies for one of his classes. Then we headed home, the dogs played with their new toys and I waited for Amanda to come over so we could work on Grammar homework. Luckily, she didn’t stand me up. Of course, if she had, I know where she lives!
*insert evil laugh*
We plodded through a bunch of the sentences, gathered numerous questions to ask Dr. Dunn, and ate good pizza. No, pizza is not good for you, but I was busy and didn’t have time to cook. I am starting to feel somewhat better about the whole grammar thing. It’s going to take lots of practice, but I can muster through.
The Botany class was fun, wet and cold. The weather was miserable. I thought Dr. Grey would turn back when it started raining and thundering at the beginning, but he just smiled and walked a few paces to the next interesting plant or land feature. I felt bad for him. While I was more than a little whiny than most, some in the class passed the time talking on their cell phones or munching snacks from their huge backpacks. He seems disturbed by the I packed one bag, and carried Vanya’s stuff, as well as my own. I felt accomplished when I headed home. I now know that there are 5 native species of pine trees, that gopher tortoises like the apples of the gopher apple plant, how to identify different palms, and all about lichens. I wish I could remember the name of one plant he told us about, but its an aseptic plant that grows on and near wetlands, and was harvested by the ton to provide a sterile packing for bandages throughout WWI and into WWII. How cool is that ?? I was looking for the plant name, but I can’t find it.
But I am in class right now…so I am going to get back to that…. have a good night
Claire!!! For the cookies! Oh my GAWD!
They were a very very good “almost” dinner. If D didn’t get home when he did, I would have eaten them all. Thank you for making my day!
I am happy now.
Meow | 
03 14th, 2007| 
