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Thursday, January 8 lemming... so yeah. while i really really love blogger, it's starting to feel a bit like holding out for icq did when everyone was switching over. while i do enjoy fighting windmills in my spare time, i've got another blogger blog that i may revive when i need to show off. in the meantime, all the gooey whiney stuff is moving here. but i'll keep this up until i figure out a good place to display the old blogroll... i kinda like it and stuff. 00:03 /
Wednesday, December 31 world saved from near disaster! the neighbors are throwing a party! so never mind, i don't have to! 08:06 /
Tuesday, December 30 i think i might be throwing a new year's eve party... yeah. prob'ly small and full of procrastinators who didn't think to put together plans earlier... but feel free to show up at my doorstep, byob. if i'm not throwing the party, somebody else had better be doing so! i'm going to go grab some beer and the ingredients for mom's chili-cheese dip tonight... please don't make me get drunk and fat alone! 22:02 /
Monday, December 29 hot water! the news is all good tonight... when i stopped by the apartment offices this morning to pay rent, the mention of not having enough hot water was greeted not with rolling eyes but with an "oh, we'll have a maintenance person stop by and turn the heater up." presto. no more boiling water every time i want a decent bath. must remember not to whine about the uselessness of it all until i ask next time. and, even better news, i finally got to talk to le boyfriend tonight. not for long, and over a din of screaming nephews, but it's far more satisfying than the sad little answering machine message i got saturday when i finally quit waiting by the phone and went out to the reunion thingy. (going out=guarantee that phone will ring, it will be the desired party, and my 21:53 /
Friday, December 26 the phone rang... and induced one of the quickest series of mood-swings i've had in a while. first was the super-happy-floating anticipation. then, at first voice, i realized it was not the boyfriend, but the parents. crash. not that parents aren't nifty and fantastic beings, but i had just waved goodbye to mine this morning. it all equilibriumed out to nice-to-talk-to-you-again pleasantness within milliseconds... but it brings ponderings. i'm really pitiful. not the please-feel-sorry-for-me variety, the i-currently-disgust-myself variety. this is the first time since may we've been more than a day and a half without talking... and here we are at three days. not that he doesn't have a mighty fine excuse, being three time zones and many degrees of latitude away... but i miss him. it's making me super-whiny and unfit for the presence of others, which tends to turn into an evil downward spiral of isolation. while i like that i miss him -- the emotional attachment is solid evidence that i'm not relationshipped by mere inertia, though i think i knew that -- i abhor the mental image it summons, the still-frame waiting-decaying by the phone. i'm feeling prone to hyphenating-lots-of-words-to-make-them-unified tonight. i should really quit before it gets any further out of hand. 21:38 /
happy boxing day! i don't think my parents meant to celebrate boxing day. but as my income's still on the smallish end of the spectrum, i naturally classify myself as a boxing day beneficiary. this morning, i made off with my parents' genuine 1970s electric fondue pot (and matching forks) and their probably-also-originating-in-the-1970s-but-classic-and-snazzy SLR camera. i have my doubts that they ever used the fondue equipment, and they're much more fascinated with digital cameras than manual-focus ones just at the moment... but i'm thrilled! now, if i can just obtain some of the raclette cheese that got me thinking fondue in the first place, i've also got a bottle of this year's beaujolais nouveau, which is kick-ass compared to other recent years'... instant wine and cheese party? anybody up for acting snobby-sophisticated and having a good snack some evening? (or just snacking to a good movie. or something like that.) and i've always had a point-and-click kind of camera... and always secretly wished i could be a real photographer, an artiste if you will, having control over at least some of the aspects other than what's in the window... and now i can at least put the blame solidly on lack of talent rather than never having had access to the tools of the trade! 20:54 /
lahdidahdidah... they based the number of people needed to work today on the number of calls that came in last year, when the day after xmas wasn't a friday. usually, i can handle about 10 calls an hour all by myself. all day long, we've had 8 people handling 10 calls an hour. i finished all my backlogged work hours ago, and i've even done most of the piddling stuff they make up for us to do when there's no meaningful task. i've read about as many movie reviews and news articles as i can handle, and the corporate computing code won't let me access the nytimes crossword puzzle. thus, my major plan for the last hour until i get to leave is to whine. starting here. well, ok, so that plan's utterly boring too. maybe i'll give in and quit trying to look professional and busy. after all, there is a book stashed in my bag. and i'm in a remote enough cubicle that i could hide it before anyone sneaks up on me... 16:11 /
Monday, December 22 i'll be home for xmas... and the day before that. and the day before that. matter o' fact, as soon as i get off work this evening, i'm heading for the folks' place. i have to be back in time for work friday, which cuts out a pretty perfect-sized sojourn -- longer than a weekend, yet not so long that we're likely to start sniping at each other. in other news, i have nothing to do yet for new year's eve. i have to work until seven that day, so i can't run off to an exotic location, at least not one more than three or four hours away. the boyfriend will be voyaging back from alaska that night, so demanding that he entertain me is out. but i have new year's day off, so i can be as hungover and unawake as i like. i'd throw a party, but i'm not sure if there are enough still-planless people around to make even my modest apartment feel full and festive. so is anyone up for, say, going out and merrymaking? 19:13 /
Friday, December 19 so maybe i'm a southerner after all... yeah. getting home, first i almost fell flat on my face in the parking lot. then, things are going fine 'til i get off at the exit... the ramp is icy, and my car goes sliding back and forth all over the place. thank goodness it's a one-lane deal. i'm super-duper glad i've done a teensy bit of skiing before, as it makes the slippery out-of-control stuff a little less scary. but dammit, i always snow-plowed to stop. and my car won't do that. yeah. so no heading east. bitter disappointment. but at least i don't have to drive anymore. 21:02 /
it's snowing, no one's dragging me out of my warm, fuzzy slippers tonight... but it turned out to be a good idea last night. now that carboni mentions it. (see comments below.) the fuzzy-slippers inertia finally succumbed to the prospect of free beer and the chance to wish a friend happy b-day.... and now i've met the two guys i pass on the way to the coke machine just about every day at work... one of whom it turns out is married to a former classmate from french lit... plus i got to watch the vastly entertaining antics of that guy, who i hope is still gainfully employed today, and meet some of the rest of matt's crew from out of town... and we all know about the towel trick now, though not exactly why it's a "trick"... and i threatened people with my six-foot-eight boyfriend, despite the fact that he's kinda a non-violent sort ... and i didn't even wind up with a hangover or fall down the creepy basement stairs or get hit by a dart. good times. all in all, it almost makes me want to be an extravert again. but i still like my fuzzy slippers. oh, and to whomever it was that asked. now that i'm not at all drunk, i remember quite clearly how to say "drunk" in french. the nice, proper term is "bourree." but i was trying to think of "soul." (please imagine the proper accents. i am far too lazy right now.) of course, the easy way is "j'ai trop bu." 00:13 /
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