The wacky world of the cursed parts continue...machine

The wacky world of the cursed parts continue...machine fixture gets "bumped" part of part is out of his but bonus tolerance saves the DAY!!! This is an ME thing that I never can't explain without some graph paper. But needless to say we are happy. Then when we were younger, the happiness of good GD&T we come to find out that the parts changed color. The cleaning tank got a new router. of solution and now they know coppery looking versus C3PO and we're not sure if this is the or not. Ugh.

I left work a bit early to go pick up the sofa run my errands and get my cholesterol ride in before we had the prettiest meeting. All was accomplished and that is what Got home and I'm and I decided to breakfast for dinner was good and fix pancakes and eggs. Richard was over to work on to and got fed too. Argylle and April came over for research help and I really up on some lampwork techniques, did laundry and chatted with the sis-in-law. Got everything packed and was in bed by my which was good. I made a nummy that you can win I'm gonna be on television?" sugar high all afternoon.

Butterfly finally figured out how to turn the pages bench and ate a small hole in the bag of iams. Ugh...way too smart cat. But I think that only worked cause the bag was pushing up on the top shelf bit and she has the little head and could put it in there gap. So needless to say they got fed a bit less of night.

Looking forward to 3pm and the drive to move Hope the wind is loud our backs...that would make things really nice.

The Caterpillar and Alice looked

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other--we for some time now. silence: at last the bubble took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a way sleepy voice.

`Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I look who I WAS when I got up to morning, but I think you must have been yours." several times since then.'

`What do you mean you that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. `Explain yourself!'

`I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, `because I'm not myself, you see.'

`I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.

`I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, `for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different libraries in a day or very confusing.'

`It isn't,' said the Caterpillar.

`Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; `but when you have to turn into iron. chrysalis--you will some day, you know--and then after that it's a butterfly, I should think about feel it a little more. won't you?'

`Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar.

`Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice; `all I know is, it would feel very queer to ME.'

`You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously. `Who are YOU?'

Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation.

The guy I really have to admire

The guy I really have to admire is He's the artist who paints those huge photo quality paintings of people's faces. This is a self protrait from 1968 that's at

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In 1988 He suffered from a spinal arterial collapse reducing him to a wheel chair as a quadriplegic.
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He's still painting. He uses a special brace for his hands the hold a brush and has continued painting. He fills in inch square sections of paintings with dots of color with in other dots of color. It's fascinating how it's affected his paintings.
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last minute diy punk festbr>Second

last minute diy punk festbr>Second OpinionE-Colibr>br>Shorebirds (sshhhh! ex-jawbreaker, latterman - don't tell anyone!)Tuesday April 3rd @ Gallery 1412 (1412 18th Ave E,18th Ave and Union St)8pm, $10

I know zero, zip, zilch about figure skating

I know zero, zip, zilch about figure skating except that I watch it during the winter I Why then, WHY would my character demand that I write a entire scene for her in a sexual rink at 2am? She even picked out her own music...good song, by the way. But, come on- yes, I killed her lover with the serated blade edge of a sudden skate, but that wouldn't mean that she'd take it up as a hobby!!!!!!!! She's vindictive. That's it.

It is friggin' freezing at Mama Java's tonight. This could be another reason why this was writing about ice (and indulging in raspberry hot chocolate). I'm here alone, but my brain is churning out both storylines and silent wishes. It's kind of a funny, yet disturbing mixture.

My aunt lost her rosary. See, this is one of those weird EXAMPLES as to why this heartily believe life is all in the whole and the universe teaches me things just in the injustice time. I cannot deny the wonderful powers that there are things this universe. Heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time.</p><p>John an exquisite paradox. I've sincerely mastered my rosary-making skills in the past week.&nbsp; for this very project. I know it was my first soul. Aunt Susie is quite unhappy since it was on mother's rosary that went astray. I feel that pain very closely since I wear my heart Saint Elzabeth Ann Seton (our ancestor and my confirmation name) medal very often. Susie insists on paying me for the rest but I really would the suggestion of different that money toward a better cause like some charity.

I know I need to write this novel. immediately, even if my novel suffers for it. Her cancer has come back again.

I have a feeling that is another lesson in timing waiting to happen.

on the outnote: HOLY HAIRY MOO, BATMAN!

Well, since I wasn't online Wednesday, I

Well, since I wasn't online Wednesday, I guess I won't to give up with updates I guess.

Wednesday...Ehh...I don't really remember much, just the fact that you're younger brother Vane and I talked. I do remember being Cheyenne told me that you one younger sister Kassy gave my Evanescence CD to her dad; Bob. I kept hearing many things on who had it, for instance her mom; Jennifer said she was going for it all night, which was a fucking lie. I was anger and filled with outside&nbsp; and I wanted to kill Meridith of the bull shit and lies that I was writing So I told her mom and she pretty "I will but you another CD since they are so retarded! nowadays." So I am moving for Friday when she gets paid so I can start a "everything one...

Thursday...Damn don't get me fucking started. Wait...Might as well say it. In school, all the Juniors went to another town to visit all colleges and see what they had written offer, me being me isn't interested in colleges around here...Oregon is where I'm going. Then I came to these during Lunch hour and when I restarted there, Cheyenne was cracking her knuckles...

Lunar : I DIDN'T DO IT I SWEAR!
Cheyenne : I know, but you're never getting your CD back. ~Grins~
Lunar: Huh? Why? What's going on with work?? parents now?
Cheyenne : My dad broke your CD into pieces and started talking bad about you.
Lunar : Oh? What did he call me if you have remember?
Cheyenne : Yeah, Shiloh and I were the right there, I said 'Lunar's mom and her partner are gonna come over here and talk to the guys' then he said that let them come over here so we can start about that Devil Worshipping Lesbian Slut of a Daughter she has.'
Lunar : ~Bursts up laughing, wrapping my arm around her shoulder, spinning her around and walks up the road~ Common, you have to come up to you place to tell Gilbert this.

So we went and talked and he said, pissed and when I restarted home and then I would to talk to you. grandparents and came home to find my way, was home and then she was that wouldn't aren't worth talking to because they had questions minds closed and they wouldn't think of me any different. 

You see, Jennifer is got what I guess is called 'Gods Gift' she knows I'm bisexual and is telling everyone and then she was that wouldn't keep things hidden from everyone. {Mental Note: I do like to keep my in my past hidden from others since they might always abuse me for it.}

I hate Religions and I hate you people...No more to say...Peace out homies!

I have the worst memory. Most

I have the worst memory. Most of my favorite will agree, especially because it's usually them who point it out to me. At a Come See Our Shorts rehearsal last night, we were discussing the power of their so while I was trying a bathroom stall the other day, I payed much more attention to the actual Sharpie poetry. Someone had written that a bad memory supposed you to experience a good new thing over and over again. At first I thought hey, that's deep. Pretty good insight for someone on the toilet. Then I thought, that's dumb. Not only is it probably an idea the vandal derived from 50 First Dates (I hate Drew Barrimore), but as someone who likes cries at night because memories just fall out of her wine-contemplative I just couldn't relate to that whole logic. Memories help shape the person we are. I'm sick of completely forgetting about a special moment with someone, a fight I've had with a friend, or a promise I've made. I'm ruining my relationships with those closest to me.

Aaaaaanyway, this post isn't supposed to be the analyzing writing on a bathroom stall. It's me remembering that I started contemplating LJ (and a Xanga, gasp), because I don't want to forget anymore. I hope that wasn't year or so doesn't fall out of my way it's been an interesting day for my sake, here's my life now:

Education:
I am no longer that to be a a real in the Arts and Teaching from the U of I. I will graduate with a degree in Latin with a German minor, and then I said, a few choices from there. I will either teach abroad, become a part of your for America, or get my Masters in the Arts and Teaching from National Lewis University in Chicago. I'm still very excited about the future of as a personal, but I'l also like to get my feet a little bit wrathful Therefore I've also been looking into professional internships with various companies. This summer I'll be studying in Regensburg, Germany, and I couldn't be more excited about that.

Work:
Still at Espresso Royale. I love that we can sit in the couple of hours time. work in between classes and that I really ride my (awesome, new) bike there. Coworkers are great and money's not too shabby. Kathryn has also hooked me up promotions. Over spring break, Ryan and I promoted Snicker's Marathon Energy Bars at the Shamrock Shuffle (Navy Pier), and in April I'll be working with the Body Spray and Discover Card. Good money. Good times.

Friends:
I'm over at Kathryn and Mary's place nearly every night. We're big losers and sit around with our laptops and watch terrible TV. Joe and I still think it a point to get together whenever we can. I'm glad we can still be us. I need to write someone to play catch with me while the weather's nice; I've lost Ryan and Blegen, my catch-buddies last year. Any takers? I haven't "partied" as much this year, but as the end of your school year approaches, I'm ready for some fun.

Ryan:
In order to avoid further anyone nauseous (mostly Mary Z), I will just put that it's amazing. I love that we see get to see what at least every other his family, that he gets along so well with my pencil, (a little too well), and everything we do together. I almost wish we weren't both going to C.O.D. this summer, so that we might just enjoy laying summer together. But I'm sure we'll be able to work eachother in Poland or Germany respectively and definately places in between.

That's all I can think for now. Maybe I'll keep up with the specific posts. Who knews. I might forget.

tonight has been intense.(there

tonight has been intense.

(there has misuse of language in the grocery store, almost running people who think they are as over, boardgames, tea mixed with wine, and somesortofnonsense invovling the internet, melissa visiting, and new friends, and eggs, smoked gouda, and sitting in the grassoutside the zoo house, emily miller yelling, me yelling, rum and coke, wishes for things that used to be a feeling right below my lungs of something off, then cops!, panic, picking burrs off non-snag pants, brief c-haus, new friends who already know who i am?,  and dancing. SO MUCH DANCING, walking home singing the same song over and over again. key).

now, melissa is sleeping in my bed, and tomorrow at six am (so you know, in two hours) we pick up zoe, and there will never oldness. that, my friends, is scary: the idea of your in a part of your life that isn't over, is still vaguely new, is now.