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[05 Oct 2008|03:10pm] |
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The Colts are 2-2 right now. Let's keep this winning streak going!
Giants are fine with out their diva named Plaxico. Is anyone pissed that I said that? LOL!
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[05 Oct 2008|01:59pm] |
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Whoa. I haven't posted since July? What is up with that?
I have a new job. I am now teaching students with Emotional Disabilities. :) I'm making twice what I did at Head Start. Huzzah!
This past month I've discovered 2 "new" things to enjoy:
1.) The new Knight Rider. :D (KI3T using a woman's voice and Mike's "Don't ever do that again" have offically ensured I will watch every Weds. Reminded me strongly of the original.)
2.) Shadow of Destiny (a video game from 2001)--Eike looks like Enjolras dressed in green, and acts like Combeferre. Love him to itty-bitty-pieces. Only problem is, I rented this game from the Library and don't want to give it back. I will, of course. I just wanna keep it. Which means, I'll end up buying it on-line before November.
On my "fun" to-do list:
Write another chapter of "Looking for the Right".
Write a SOD/KR fic. I like Eike. hehe.
Go see Eagle Eye, Ghost Town, and Ember City (An Underground City---Zork anyone? GUE? Anyone? Oh well...)
On my "has to be done" to-do list:
Move. :p
Lesson Plans.
Mmmm...and I'll add "Go out and enjoy the Ohio Autumn Weather" to that list too.
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[04 Oct 2008|03:35am] |
Step 1: Put your MP3 player on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 35 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Let everyone guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly. (Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!)
( There are songs in here that I know no one will know )
I've also got to do the secret meme, but that will require thought.
The den where Diana and I chill at night has officially become scary. Diana wants to play FFXII, which requires a Playstation. So I dug out one of our old PS2s and that's now been hooked up. And shares the tv with a Wii, 360, and dvd player. All on one power strip, but at least there's never more than two things on at once. Plus my laptop generally lives over there - on a separate outlet. And we've been known to plug in a PSP there. Basically, it's gamer heaven. Or nerdtopia.
Fable 2 comes out the week before my birthday. My parents have been notified of this. I'm still working on Spore. After burning through the first four stages in two days, I let it sit for two weeks and now I'm working on the Space stage. I kind of want to go back and start again now that I have a better idea of how to succeed. But I also want to play it through. (Side note: not paying tribute? Is so not a good enough reason for other species to hate me. Fuck off.)
The cesspool guys wound up taking about four hours to do everything, including going out somewhere to get stuff they needed. It was perfect timing because they finished up as my father got home, so he deal with paying them. I just went out a few times and said "Uh-huh. Ok. Yes, do that. Sounds good." And they told him that we should have it checked every two years. Like we'll remember that.
It got cold way fast here. Been dropping into the fifties at night and staying there much of the day. Do not want. I've heard the boiler clicking on but haven't felt any heat coming up from the radiators. I hope we don't have to bleed the pipes. That would be a Production.
We're going out tomorrow night for mom's birthday. I should get my nails done - I'm due. And I have to make sure I have enough shirt boxes and paper to wrap mom's stuff. Time to hit a book and go to sleep, under a blanket. Zhai'helleva.
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[03 Oct 2008|11:30am] |
What was supposed to be "Hey, come by and check the levels in our cesspools" has turned into a Production. So I'm stuck here while two guys work in the yard.
And since I'm stuck, I may as well tell you what I remember of my dreams from last night. ( Cut cuz it gets long )
They seem to be mostly done with the cesspools? Except they're going to do something to the main one to make it easier to get to so they won't have to dig up half the yard in the future? I have no idea. (Though, to make me feel better, my parents have no better idea.) I do most of the 'homeowner' tasks now, with my grandfather gone. In the next month or so, we've also got the sprinkler turn-off and the tune-up for the boilers/heating system. Not to mention my car's inspection, which is up this month. I've gotten three notices from my car's dealer. My parents got none, and both let their inspections lapse by over a month. Maybe Lindsay just figures that I'm young and stupid and need reminding, while my parents are Adults and should have their shit togther.
I'm trying to think if there's anything else we're supposed to have checked or inspected or whatnot. Since my grandfather took care of everything, my parents and I have no clue. We only remember to have the sprinklers done because they send us a postcard twice a year. Likewise with the boilers. (Though we got that letter early in the summer and *should* have called right then, instead of having to wait till the start of November.) I don't know what made my father think of having the cesspools pumped, but here we are.
Feh. Back to my book. Zhai'helleva.
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[03 Oct 2008|11:43am] |
Ok: the story is this.
After that first night, when Bobby kissed me and we spent several wonderful hours on the couch in his common room, he never called. I don't know whether I was purposefully deluding myself, but I had pretty much convinced myself that he was just really busy with rush and schoolwork, and he told me he was sick on top of all that. There was no reason he shouldn't call: we'd had a great time, and if he was out for just a one-time thing, he would have gone as far as I would let him in one night. Everything he did bespoke a long-term relationship that he was taking slowly. So I just figured he was busy.
Then, Tuesday afternoon, the day before tap night, he texts me that he wants to get coffee. I said I couldn't that I had class and then a rush meal soon afterward, so he texted back and said he'd call me after class. It was unusually persistent, but I just thought he really wanted to see me, so it made me happy. So he DID call after class and suggested that I come down to cross campus where he was for the twenty or so minutes before my rush meal. So I did and it was really awkward, but it's always awkward between us. He told me how nice I looked and yaddayadda, and we talked about classes and such. But of course I mentioned my dilemma between Mixed Co and OOTB, because it was so on my mind and because I was hoping that he was a (mostly) impartial a cappella person who could give me some unbiased advice about it.
He was pretty vague about it, but he said he would choose Mixed Co based on "personal reasons," although he said he didn't know OOTB as well. And he gave me the same sort of story everyone else had about how he had had his own dilemma choosing between Duke's and Alley Cats and how he had chosen Duke's instead. Then, and I can't quite remember how this came up, but he ended up saying that I should choose Mixed Co because there tends to be a lot of interdating between Mixed Co and the Duke's.
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"Like Scott and Jeff, Nathan and Allison, and um oh and yeah."
That is exactly what he said. Implying...Uh huh. EXACTLY.
Later in the convo he also mentioned that he'd heard "through the grapevine" that I'd had an absolutely FABULOUS audition for Mixed Co (this makes little sense, firstly because why would the fact that I had a great audition affect my decision at all, and secondly because my audition for Mixed Co was exactly the same as my audition for all the other groups. I sang the same song, warmed up and down to the same range). So then I had to leave on my rush meal and we parted ways. He didn't call me after that, but I excused it because they went on retreat that weekend.
Then I started thinking... He hadn't had time ALL of rush to call me and get together - there's no way he SUDDENLY had time the day before tap night to meet for coffee. What if Mixed Co had put him up to meeting with me and convincing me to go with Mixed Co? Mom had mentioned it before, but I had dismissed it as ridiculous. But now it became more and more plausible... probable... enticingly convincing... Especially since I was already pretty sure that Mixed Co had caught wind of how much I liked the Duke's Men as a whole, and had asked them to be nice to me (The days before tap night, the dukes had been writing on my wall, saying hi to me, being really nice, and after tap night - nothing.).
So I obsessed and obsessed over it, and I finally arranged a meeting with Scott Hillier (my "caseworker" from Mixed Co, the guy they basically assigned to me to court me) to ask him directly - not "did you put Bobby up to this" but from the angle of "Who put Bobby up to this."
So I met with him, and he was cold. But I asked him, and he came straight out with it, very matter-of-factly:
"Bobby put himself up to it."
Oh WOW. He said that Dukes and Mixed Co always help each other out, and that Mixed Co didn't ask Bobby to do it, he just volunteered himself. He said the same thing goes for the Duke's Men, that they are "talent whores" (his words) and that they were nice to me because they heard I had a great voice, and because they love belty ladies. (this is false, because if that were the case they would still be my friends, because I have the same voice now as I did two weeks ago). He said, very coldly, that he was sorry I felt used and manipulated.
Then Jeff came up and Scott left... Jeff, so we assume that it will get around to Bobby eventually.
So I sent Bobby a facebook message saying that I needed to talk to him, could we meet?
He called me later, while I was away from the phone, and left a voicemail saying that he'd gotten my message and to call him back whenever.
I didn't know whether to call him back that minute and just get it over with, or whether to try to meet with him in person so I could see the look in his eyes when he explained it to me, so I called my mom. After many tears and a little screaming she convinced me not to call him back at all, but to wait until I ran into him on campus some time.
So, the next day, I'm on Old Campus about a half hour early for my class, talking to Hannah Jacobson in front of Dwight, when he calls again. He had a class in LC at 2:30 (a fact which, pathetically, I already knew) and he could meet me where I was before his class. So while I was waiting I explained the whole situation to Hannah, who agreed to wait with me so I didn't look like a loser.
So he comes up, all nice, and introduces himself to Hannah and is very polite and amiable. He seems to think we can just talk about it there, in front of Hannah, but I asked that we go on a walk.
Bobby: "A very short one, I have class"
Me: Ok, it won't take long
Bobby: So what's up?
Me: I kind of figured it out, and Scott Hiller confirmed it for me, that when you wanted to meet with me on Tuesday, it was to purposefully talk up Mixed Co to me, and he told me that it was your idea to do so.
Bobby: I mean, I tried not to push Mixed Co too hard but, yeah, so?
Me: And that's not even so much the issue, because I know Dukes and Mixed Co are tight and do favours for each other. What I take issue with is... After we got together, you never called me, so suddenly you called me and wanted to get coffee, what was I supposed to think? And then you made a point of telling me I should be in Mixed Co because Dukes and Mixed Co tend to inter-date...
Bobby: ...
Me: But you never called me after that, so... Dating wasn't really your intention.
Bobby: ...
Me: So I feel manipulated and used by you.
Bobby: I'm... sorry you feel that way. But (and he finally looked me in the eye here), I don't really intend to carry this (meaning our relationship) any farther.
Me: ...
Bobby: ....
Me: ... So what went wrong?
Bobby: Nothing went wrong...
Me: ...
Bobby: ...
Me: Ok.
(We start walking back toward the bench where Hannah's waiting)
(But that felt very unsatisfactory, so I pursue it)
Me: But y'know I just kept thinking, after all of rush, he SUDDENLY has time the DAY before tap night to go out for coffee? No, something's wrong here, and I've been played for a fool.
Bobby: Uh...
Me: So what you basically did, was use our relationship, or lack thereof, to use me to your own ends, to convince me to join Mixed Co. And, in addition, you made a point of specifically mentioning that Dukes and Mixed Co inter-date, overtly implying that, if I joined Mixed Co, we would date. TELL ME that's not manipulative?
Bobby: I guess it's pretty maniuplative...
Me: Especially when you had absolutely no intention of following through on that?
Bobby: What?! Oh No, no.
(As in, appalled at the suggestion that we would date)
Me: Alright then, goodbye.
(we were back at the bench at this point)
Bobby: Ok, goodbye. (To Hannah) It was nice to meet you!
ANNNNND SCENE!
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That was our encounter as exactly as I can replicate it. Basically he was a douchebag to my face, and completely unapologetic and unremorseful for being maniuplative, for deceiving me, for manipulating me, a poor helpless freshman to whom he had been so so SO warm and nice up until then.
The question that really burns within me is WHEN over the course of the past month did he come to the conclusion that he wasn't going to date me (without letting me know, of course)? How long have I been making a fool of myself? Was it that very night? The next morning? When I ran into him and Micah on Old Campus and he promised he would come to the Duke's after party and made sure I would come, said "I'll see you there" and then never showed up? Was he ever actually sick, as he claimed to be? DOES HE HAVE A CONSCIENCE???
So there's the whole story, for faux-oenix, and for documentation purposes.
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[02 Oct 2008|09:01am] |
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[01 Oct 2008|02:11pm] |
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Santana reportedly tore his meniscus before his final start of the season
Are you fucking kidding me? So he threw a three hit shutout on three days of rest on a busted knee?
Every time I think I've hit my limit of how much I respect and love this guy, he goes and does something else to blow me away. God damn.
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[29 Sep 2008|01:59pm] |
When I got home from work just now, the FedEx envelope from the White Sox was in the door.
Our playoff tickets. That we can't use. Again.
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[29 Sep 2008|02:25am] |
I'm not going to talk about it because there's not much that can be said.
During the postgame...um, stuff. They had a sudden update that Jerry will almost certainly be back. Word around my house (for what that's worth) is that he's going to want to bring in his own people. Which could include my father's friend Joe. My father was trying to talk him into it the other night. With the economy how it is, he could use the money, blah blah blah. Joe retired from coaching a few years ago due to health issues. Who knows if Jerry will even ask him? So we'll see how that goes. My father's offering to let him stay with us. Lol, he could carpool with Jose or Beltran.
Apropos of nothing, my grandmother's probably rolling over in her grave knowing that there's either going to be a woman or black person in or near the presidency. I remember during an election at least ten years ago, the Republican candidate must have had his VP choices down to three people. When he decided on a white guy, she said "Good, not the woman or the black guy" as those were his other two options.
Bedtime, finally. Zhai'helleva.
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[28 Sep 2008|07:08pm] |
It occurred to me as we were driving home from church today - what's it going to be like when Diana and I go into the city for Christmas shopping, and we're on the train going through Flushing. And it'll be gone. Every time I've gone past on the train, if I've been awake, I was looking for Shea. Through four years of college, every day, I'd look for it. Even when life sucked, when I was depressed, when I was running away from a terrorist attack - I'd look for Shea, and for a minute, things would be ok. It was one of my anchors in life.
The place is a dump, and we need the new park. I'm excited for Citi. But I'm going to miss seeing that big, blue welcome sign when I go past.
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[28 Sep 2008|02:53pm] |
Apparently Matt was just bored out of his skull while resting his knee. And grateful to hear from someone he can understand. So he probably just chatted the guy's ear off. This is from a blog, hence the less than formal writing. I think the guy covers Troja, hence the bit where he's been covering Matt for over 10 years. Original article is longer but the rest is uninteresting.
( Hockey Friday: Weinhandl goes on the attack )
So he's back on the ice. Yay. Also seems like he's moved out of the rink. But. Um. Keep quiet about the Russian government, yes? I read a story a few weeks ago where someone who owned a website that was critical of the government ended up dead in a ditch courtesy of the police.
Oh man, Tony has a blog. I'll have to see about translating that at some point for shits and giggles.
Finally, how about some icons? How about some Johan? Not cutting, cuz there's only five of them.
    
Pictures are from various sources. First two are from yesterday, the others are older.
Ollie, if you do good today, you'll get icons tomorrow. Deal?
ETA: New icons means - OMG new default icon! Sorry Matt. Maybe if you were playing and I had new pictures to work from, I'd make more icons of you.
ETA2: Be sure to check out IslandersTV early in the week to hear Bruno Gervais, who served as Steve Mears' broadcast partner for tonight's game. Oh my. I kinda really want to hear that. I might have to actually watch that. <3 Bruno.
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[27 Sep 2008|10:26pm] |
Eep. Reading Swedish article. Some newspaper guy who's been reporting on Matt on and off for ten years, starts out saying how he's great with the media, never complains or anything. Then goes "But yesterday, this happened." I am filled with a sense of foreboding. And I can't go any further cuz Diana and Kamille are about to whisk me away for food.
:-(
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[27 Sep 2008|04:10pm] |
Dear Johan:
If there is anything you ever need in life - anything - call me.
SO MUCH FREAKING LOVE,
me
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[27 Sep 2008|01:52pm] |
On Wednesday, when Delgado was up with the bases loaded, it felt like the playoffs in Shea. I don't want that to be the only time I get that this season.
Our playoff tickets are in the mail. Last year we were left holding our tickets and wearing our jerseys with nowhere to go. We can't do that again.
Let's go Mets.
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A NaNoWrimo icon, courtesy of ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) michaela0823.
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