Written The Day After I Arrived [07 Sep 2008|03:54pm] lesamalie [ mood | icky ] So I am in Brooklyn now. This whole experience seems like some strange alcohol or drug induced dream. Like I will any moment wake up in my old bed, roll over and see an empty bottle of tequila next to me and thing, “ahh. Makes sense now.” I was explaining this to Hanson*, and he said its shock and that sounds right. Your brain not being able to quantify the actions your body is going through. Um, so how did I come to be living in Brooklyn? Well, remember the third weirdest phone call of my life. Well, when I was in Brooklyn for Petra’s wedding (huge update coming about that), I sat down with Lisa and Jim, and we talked about money and what the job would entail and everything. Basically they need a person to work full-time along with Lisa. They need someone who they can train to run the store if they are out of town or if they get the capital to open another store. I will be trained basically to be the Asst. Manager. If nothing else, I will learn a lot about business—not necessarily my top choice but a job is a job and I will have time for writing and I have growth potential, which at Lookingglass I didn’t. Also, they are paying me twice as much (which more than covers the small increase in expenses with living in Brooklyn), and giving me a lot of change…which I hate but could be good? Yes. Yes. Could be good. Anyway, leaving Chicago: The going away parties were a hoot. Sunday was for Lookingglass people. Went to El Cid, then to Lizz’s house. Had dance party and fun times. Lots of margaritas. Gin. Whiskey. Etc. It was hard when we were at the restaurant and I wasn’t drunk enough, because the whole time, its running through my head that I’m leaving, that this is very likely the last time I will be drinking with these people. I could relax. I couldn’t have fun. I was just quietly freaking out. HB was trying to get me involved and vocal…but it was tough. The second going away party with LUC and Colum kids at The Long Room was fun, but different. I kept on having to say goodbye as people left throughout the night, which really puts into sharp relief the change that you are embarking on. Ate a hugely fancy dinner with Maria at Il Mulino. I had gotten a certificate for a free dinner for two, and we racked it up. Without tip, the bill would have been a $350 meal. Left a $70 tip and then when walking down the lake, then up to the top of the Hancock to see the view--I had never gone. It was really nice. Beautiful. A good end. On Saturday, Erin came over and we packed together and then got Thai food and wandered over to Scooter's for custard. It was extremely mellow and very nice and well, I miss it already. Sunday, Dad arrived and then it was time to go to the post office (14 boxes of insane), pack up the car (having to leave stuff behind insane), driving to Missouri (also insane), spending the night in Sikeston, driving to Texas and through Gustav. It was all a bit much. But it wasn’t until we were in Rockwall—about thirty minutes from home that it hit me. I recognize Rockwall. We used to go out there to a family friend’s house every Easter and Thanksgiving, and sometimes Christmas or New Years. All the sudden, there was a flash of clarity. There was a flash of discovery in the trip. I was going home. I was making my last trip from Chicago to Dallas…very possibly ever. I started to cry, some Sgt. Pepper’s song lulling in the background. My dad reaches over silently and holds my hand in his own strange hand-holding way. When we were babies…and even a bit older, our fists could just barely grab onto his finger. So very often we would just hold on finger. He holds hands as if he misses that smallness in our hands. I didn't realize how real the whole move, the whole change was until we started driving over the lake and seeing everything I knew... I also not only moved cross-country but I dyed my hair! Its much blonder than its ever been. I dig it. Oh, and my computer got stolen when someone climbed into my room and out the back door. So this is a new one. Ralph Waldo the Fourth welcome to the internets. On Wednesday, Petra had a welcome party for me. Pizza, tons of cupcakes with "Welcome to NYC Leslie" scrawled on them, a sign on the front door. Eric, Nikki, Petra, Eric, Irma, Vanessa, and my friend Andrea came out and sat around. It was fun. It was welcoming. Start work Thursday at 2. Wow. ---Then I walked away and didn't finish this entry...and I'm not going to. The end. *Let’s just rundown on the people in my NYC life. Petra-my sister Eric Fackler- my bro-in-law Nikki –my sis’s and bro-in-law’s best friend, Eric Hanson’s wife Eric Hanson- my sis’s and bro-in-law’s best friend, Nikki Hanson’s wife Irma and Vanessa—some of Petra’s super fun co-workers from Bergdorf. Andrea—a fellow playwright from Columbia. Dylan—one of my friends from home who is studying at CUNY. Lisa-My boss Jim-Her husband Kate-Lisa's cousin, and a co-worker Deana-a moron co-worker, childhood friend of Lisa Nicole-a co-worker &stars;

A Backlog [07 Sep 2008|03:46pm] lesamalie Wrote this quite a long time ago... Its been a while since I update and truly a million things have happened. And not just in the normal oh-god-I-haven’t-updated-in-a-long-while type thing but really truly have had a million things go on. For starters, I went camping in northern Wisconsin by myself for about five days. I rented a car, and got maps and travel books, bought a tent and a small propane stove. Packed up my sleeping bag and food and some clothes and lots of sunscreen and bugspray and set off. I had two places I had to get to: Copper Falls , and Madeline Island . And I did! But I kinda went all over the place and felt kinda awesome to be honest. I was really proud of myself when I got back that I had made it to all these places and made all these choices. After that trip, I really wanted to get back into spaces that were open and had trees. The amount of people I say all five days I was gone was less than the amount I saw in Chicago on my first day back in the city. It was a bit suffocating to be back. Too many people, and having a roommate after being entirely alone. But overall, it was amazing. Truly truly amazing. I have never enjoyed a trip quite as much as I enjoyed this camping trip. Pictures can be found here and here and here My sister got married! I was in Brooklyn from July 19th to the 25ht. My mother was very very sick for a while there and we didn’t know if she was going to make it to the wedding. She entered the hospital Sunday night before the wedding and was there until Wednesday. I glaze over it as if it were nothing but it was terrifying. And just typing this I can feel the red hot dread climbing up my arms. On Tuesday night after a jaunt into Manhattan for me to pick Petra up from work, and pick up some cellophane, we got our nails done and headed back to Carroll Gardens for the evening. We decided to have dinner at Marco Polo—the place for Petra’s reception and as we sit there and drink our delicious beverages (G&T for her, dirty martini for me), she looks at me and asks in a small painfully sadness tinged voice, “will you walk me down the aisle?” In which I told her immediately, “of course” and that I had already been planning on it and how we could rearrange things for the ceremony. I teared up. She teared up. It was perhaps the worst question I’ve ever been asked. It was so…so, indecipherably hard. We often say, “I feel like a grown-up now” because of something or another: picking up someone else’s tab at a restaurant, living on your own, making the choices about everything in your life, but that moment, that “what do we do if neither of our parents can’t make it to the most important day of my sister’s life because of an illness.” It quickly morphed in our mind to what are we going to do when our parents can’t make it to the most important days in our life because they are dead.” It was…hard. Horribly hard and bad. And then it was better, and Mama was released and the flights were changed and we got to sleep in their swanky room for a night and it was good. Well, there was the problem of the hurricane that delayed about six family members in the Valley of Texas. That was something else too much. But we were able to get it all done, thank goodness. And everyone was able to arrive. My soon-to-be-new-boss (that will be explained too) had offered to pay for the videographer in case we needed it. Everyone was really great. Eric and Nikki came over the day we found out. And we ate Chinese food and sat around and just were quiet and thinking but it was nice. The day prior Petra and I had had a fantastic fight about Ms. versus Miss in the wedding program. She decided that “Ms.” was only for divorced women and “Miss” the proper title for anyone not married. I tried again and again to tell here that “Ms.” is proper for every woman, married or not, but she refused to change it and didn’t see why I found “Miss” insulting. Though I did make her pause when I pointed out the only other people called “Miss” were our eleven year old cousin and the two year old flower girl. But no dice. Through the whole thing Eric was sitting and listening to the fight and trying to stifle his laughter. Petra was very angry and very adamant that I be listed as Miss. So I was. But it was almost funny to see the amount of anger seething out of her for the small distinction before my name. Other things that got changed: having “ABC” by The Jackson 5 being the first dance song to “Turn Me On” by Norah Jones. Bachelorette Party Photos: here Karaoke in Manhattan. Pre-wedding Photos: here and here and here. Wedding Photos: here and here and here. Post-Wedding Photos: here. Also, got my computer stolen out of my apartment nine days before I moved. Enough of this. &stars;

Without Tom Brady [07 Sep 2008|03:53pm] near_dark Update: New England 17 Chiefs 10 Win #1 of 16 &stars;

The 100 things to eat before you die? [07 Sep 2008|12:27pm] theda Not doing the meme but the sharing of the what each of them are.. for those who posted things like 'what the heck is bleh?' &stars;

[07 Sep 2008|04:53am] near_dark Season kicks off today, let's hope this one ends a little better than the last one. Fucking Giants. 2 &stars;

"Your breasts may become a little sensitive" [06 Sep 2008|07:57pm] theda I was laying on my back with my laptop on a pillow. Laptop slid down and hit me in the nipple... I screamed, nearly flinging my expensive laptop in horror. A little sensitive my fat fucking ass. 12 &stars;

I just cried, over food.. [06 Sep 2008|07:11pm] theda I made dinner, of things that sounded good to eat, and then it was. I ate the first meal I have enjoyed it something like a month and a half. Everything that I have eaten has either tasted weird, or bad, or just mediocre.. Nothing has tasted good in so long. I haven't been able to eat in so long. It literally made me cry. I had forgotten how important taste was. I have actually said multiple times in the last couple that if I could forgo eating all together I would it's been such a miserable experience. It was a good dinner. 7 &stars;

Ongelmia [06 Sep 2008|11:53pm] greensery Kyllästyin ja poistin jälleen kaikki käyttäjäkuvani. Tällaisessa jatkuvassa kuvien vaihtelussa ei sinänsä ole mitään erikoista, kaikkihan niin tekevät. Mutta minua ärsyttää, että on monta kuvaa jotka alkavat melkein heti kyllästyttämään ja tuntumaan ”epätuoreilta.” Minua myös ärsyttää, jos k-kuvat eivät ole yhteensopivia toistensa kanssa. (-olen pikkutarkka perfektionisti.) Senpä takia yritän nyt pitää vain yhtä k-kuvaa kerrallaan. Tällä hetkellä se on tällainen. Pidän paljon. Loppuviikko ei ole ollut minulle niitä parhaimpia. Kärsin hiivatulehduksessa, ja perjantaina erehdyin kokeilemaan lääkkeellä koska minua ahdisti. Otin kokonaisen tabletin, vaikka olisi pitänyt ottaa puolikas, ja kohta en tahtonut millään pysyä hereillä. Kymmeneen asti jaksoin yrittää, mutta sitten sanoin opettajalle moikka ja menin terveydenhoitajalle, koska en uskaltanut lähteä koulusta itse kotiin. Tuntui siltä että olin sammumispisteessä vaikka kävelin. Tuo olotila oli yksi kamalimpia ikinä. Melkein kamalampaa kuin ensimmäinen kerta, jolloin sama lääke aiheutti minulle vapinaa, oksetusta, jatkuvaa pyörrytystä ja kävelykyvyttömyyden. Sittemmin annosta pienennettiin niin että kokonainen tabletti on vain 0,5 mg. Taisi olla viimeinen kerta kun otan kyseistä lääkettä. Koko pilleri on vain vahvistamassa toisen masennuslääkkeen, Cipralexin, tehoa. Cipralexista minulla on maksimiannos eli 20mg. Mitään sivuvaikutuksia tai pahaa oloa ei ole koskaan sen takia ollut. Olen ottanut kaksi kertaa yliannostuksen (huolimattomuuttani) eikä silti tapahtunut mitään. Absurdia että 40mg ei ole liikaa, mutta lääkkeen tehoa vahvistava 0,5 taas on aivan liikaa. Toimisi nyt edes kunnolla tuo Cipralex, niin ei tarvitsisi tehdä tällaisia ”hätäkokeiluja.” Ehkä asiasta pitää keskustella psykiatrin kanssa. Miksei voi olla olemassa lääkettä, joka poistaa kaikki negatiiviset tunteet? Tai vaikka kaikki tunteet, jos muu ei auta. Sekin olisi parempaa kuin ainaiset negatiiviset vainoharhaiset ajatukset ja mielialojen nopea vaihtelu. Negatiiviset ajatukset ovat tyhmiä. Minä ajattelen aina pessimistisesti. Aika monet ovat siitä huomauttaneet, siksi ylipäätään itse sen tajusin. Sitä ennen oli ihan normaalia, että minä olen paska, kaikki vihaavat minua, ja niin edespäin. Ja vaikka tiedän ettei tuollaisessa ajattelussa ole mitään järkeä, niin kyllä: ajattelen nytkin noin, enkä voi sille mitään. Äh, kerrankin kun on aikaa päivittää, kirjoitan vain negatiivista kakkaa. Nyt nukkumaan. 3 &stars;

Movie alert - Franklyn: [05 Sep 2008|01:24pm] theda here and here Why haven't I heard anything about this yet, it looks interesting.. Hmm. &stars;

Honey, I found the cake for my next birthday [05 Sep 2008|11:26am] theda here OMG. 7 &stars;

Failin' [04 Sep 2008|06:50pm] polyester_queen I wrote this letter to the editor today (with a little help from my friends, heh heh) and sent it to several papers: I'm not usually interested in politics, but when John McCain called on Sarah Palin to be his vice president, I stood up and took notice. It was obvious to me right from the beginning that this is purely a gimmick to get votes from supporters of Hillary Clinton. McCain met this woman once before he chose her -- I wouldn't allow someone I only met once to borrow a DVD, let alone take on a job like vice president that is crucial in this election. The point of my letter is that there are far more important things to talk about than Palin's abstinence-failed daughter, which is all the media's been doing. John McCain is 72 years old, and there is a good chance his cancer might return, leaving us with Sarah Palin as our nation's leader. Do we really want someone whose longest job was as mayor of 7,000 people to be a 72 year old heartbeat away from the presidency? McCain is bad enough, but I know I would not want a president who supports censorship, who wants abstinence-only education and creationism to be taught in schools, who is anti-abortion even in cases of rape or incest, and who believes that the war in Iraq is somehow God's responsibility. Palin sued the government to get polar bears taken off the endangered species list so she could drill in ANWR, she left Wasilla twenty million dollars in debt, and on top of everything else, there's a possibility that she is an unpatriotic secessionist -- she wants Alaska to be separate from the United States. She also fired a librarian in her hometown of Wasilla, because the librarian was opposed to the idea of banning books. We live in the 21st century, folks. Doesn't Palin have better things to do than keep others from learning? Voters, don't be fooled. Every single person in this country should feel insulted by John McCain's choice for vice president. Republicans love to point out the "inexperience" of Barack Obama, but McCain has chosen someone with far less experience as a running mate. Heck, she doesn't even know that "under God" was added to the Pledge of Allegiance in the 1950s, and she thinks it was written by our founding fathers! The media loves to tout Palin as some kind of a maverick reformer, but she hasn't really accomplished anything. Before McCain made his announcement, most people who are into politics hadn't even heard of Sarah Palin. Apparently, the more you repeat a lie, the more people believe it. And speaking of lies, why did Palin lie to the American public in her speech last night? She said that she would be a friend to special needs kids, but she actually slashed funding to Alaska's special needs programs by 62%. That's no friend -- she sounds more like a sworn enemy to me! EDIT: Turns out to be untrue. Why on earth would John McCain choose a running mate with about twenty different scandals brewing? Are we sure he isn't actively trying to lose? 12 &stars;

[04 Sep 2008|10:53am] emerald_skies [ mood | allergies ] [ music | Don't Speak - No Doubt ] Oi, I've learned to hate-slash-dread Thursdays now on account of them being the longest day of my week. And really? Compared to grade school? Not that bad. The worst of my week is being in classes straight from 11:00-4:00. Actually the part I dread is the long hike from my second-to-last class to my last one -- it's pretty freaking long, and the only reason I have to do it today is to get points for doing some flexibility tests in KINE1400 lab. I think university has made me lazy again *headdesk* Anyway, in other news, my almost-nonexistent diplomatic skills finally rolled a natural 20; mysteriously, Le Ex and I are talking again -- friendly-like, just like before we dated, it's pretty nice. Feels good to resolve an issue that was bothering me so much for so long (it confused the crap out of me mostly). I feel bad about it though; while I enjoy being friends with Le Ex again, it started worrying Le Boyfriend, despite the fact that it's pretty obvious I'm never going to get back with Le Ex. I feel so awful for scaring him even though said fear is groundless. Ohgod, I'm a monster >_< I thought I'd managed to reach a phase where my life WASN'T a soap opera anymore...*sigh* --- Quote of the day: "Experience is one thing you can't get for nothing..." -- Oscar Wilde --- Cheers. &stars;

Screw McCain and Obama [03 Sep 2008|11:43pm] near_dark Hell yes. &stars;

Dear Elana, [03 Sep 2008|04:33pm] theda Currently the Original Warm Fuzzy Tale is on it way to me so that I can be a good mother to my child ;) So people, what were your favorite children's books growing up? I have been trying to remember my favorite children's books to be able to purchase them again. 52 &stars;

Holycrap *struggles to breathe* [03 Sep 2008|03:01pm] emerald_skies [ mood | recovering ] [ music | Nothing (will watch House in a second though) ] I just had the scariest 10-15 minutes in my recent memory. But first, some back-story: ( Cut for lengthy computer drama ) The short and the short of it: My pseudo-AIM glitches out, scares the ever-loving shit out of me, and then mysteriously fixes itself. I struggle to get over what feels like a heart attack and also battle the urge to destroy my shiny new laptop with a big, equally shiny sledgehammer. I'm much too young to feel such tingling in my left arm *twitches* In other news, it finally stopped being blindingly sunny and really really hot -- it's actually overcast, cool, and really REALLY windy outside right now. Even though the wind was always directly behind me to blow ALL my hair into my face, it still made the walk to class soooo much more pleasant :) Ooh, I hope it rains, that'd make the scary screen name drama all better. Also visited the Olds and Les Neighbours back at the homestead over the holiday weekend. D&D was pretty enjoyable -- my sorceress is closing in on level 9 and was actually quite directly useful during the game. She basically, through a spell, frightened a god-spawn/demi-god to death. Seriously, made it hallucinate its worst fear such that it dropped dead from fright. It was hi-larious. I had a three day weekend and it still didn't feel long enough :( --- Quote of the day: "Electricity is really just organized lightning." -- George Carlin --- Cheers. &stars;

*rolls eyes* [03 Sep 2008|09:34am] theda I need some sort of icon that states.. Pregnancy, the long road of.. discomforts! inappropriate conversations! mood swings! indignities galore! with a prize at the end. 15 &stars;

lj [03 Sep 2008|02:33am] fejstuff it's nice to be back... &stars;

[03 Sep 2008|01:42am] fejstuff I am totally diggin' the new home. Now that we're getting stuff unpacked and finding places for it, it's really starting to come together. We had a nice little sitdown on the porch with our upstairs neighbour Joe who seems pretty cool if a little loud. He gave us the lowdown on the neighbourhood and our neighbours and seems like a pretty likeable guy. He's also a big sports fan and likes to hoist a few so we may get along quite well. He's in advertising. His lovely fiancee Jen is a lawyer and also seems quite nice but we didn't chat much. A couple of more days and this will feel like a home. 2 &stars;

[03 Sep 2008|12:10am] jazzyrocket88 it just goes round and round in my head. whyyy. whyyy. &stars;

[02 Sep 2008|10:42pm] jazzyrocket88 there are some things you can never make sense of. like that time we thought you were being an ass, but really we're just stupid. ohhh memories. &stars;

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