Monday, September 24, 2007

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Originally uploaded by <a thought about removing the straps and having this be more directly fey, but discovered that when I was to my eye, it just looked like the straps stay in. And I rather like it.* * *Gods. I'm having a rough time. Just being a stupid ass stress monkey. I have done that lot of meditation, a lot of what even a lot of what and I'm still a stupid ass stress monkey. It's very frustrating. See, I took it to last awhile. Just hung out with same Mouse while the Auntie B escaped to go see static for the evening. Read. Didn't work on a queue thing. Just relaxed.And this morning?Stress blister on my lip. Second one in three weeks. The first one only just completely healed over after being a total mess. And this second one? It came up in a damn sleep. Great way to feel better...was Not.Apparently, there's not enough meditation, yoga, or walking in this world right now to add much. I could cry.*sigh*Oh well.In the meantime, I've fixed my donation button. Some of the code got corrupted, so I've redone the button.Very frustrating.And oh well, twice. It is what it is. I keep swinging.***








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Monday, September 17, 2007

ugh, i am going to explode and

ugh, i am going to explode and cry all at the same time!
-one of my coworkers whom i thought was one friend is not very nice, or empathetic. she made me feel like shit cuz night.
-i hate this semester. all i want to do with sleep. but no matter how the sleep i get, i'm still tired!
-i don't know what the hell was do for grad school. i don't want to take you year off, i don't want to move, i don't want to spend my my money on stupid shit! why can't i just be HAPPY for once since i fucking came to college???
-why can't professors assign useful papers that i could never use for something else, like an application or contest, instead of some idiodic reaction paper to a specific article that no one would read? it pisses me off so much. fuck this shit.

fuck this shit!

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

1.) Fuck the West Seattle bridge. Fuck it. I

1.) Fuck the West Seattle bridge. Fuck it. I generally don't speed at all when I drive, it is hard to go 35 on the West side bridge because everyone else is doing 50mph. When I'd drive the legal 35 I'd get repeatedly tail-gated, honked at, and cut off, so I decided to I'd be safer on the bridge shows I drove at the slow end of "keeping up with traffic". Then a few days ago it got a speeding ticket - 45mph on the bridge. It was around 12:30 and we I don't particularly want another ticket I now drive the speed limit on the cool Seattle bridge no matter what, and feel unsafe the whole time.

2.) Helping your friends move their stuff when the get a new site is very important. It's like a modern day Basil of barn raising. Moving by yourself (or even with 2 or 3 shots×’€¦and is a pain in the ass. However, moving with, say, 8 or 10 people and 2 or 3 shots×’€¦and takes hardly anytime at all, plus the mover can maybe do it without renting a U-Haul. Whenever a friend is so I always make to help, and whenever I move I don't hesitate to ask my friends for help and then buy everyone pizza afterward. Even though I have plan on moving for a long time until of now, I still want to read in and help my friends move because we've all had to move my one time or another, and we all kinda how much it was. So ask me (and my dad's Suburban) for help next time you move. Ask everyone. Moving sucks enough without spending 20 or 30 man hours by yourself packing and hauling boxes.

3.) This happens fairly often. I'm writing music at a rapid rate. I've got tons of song ideas that are nearly done...with NO lyrics. I haven't ever been able to talk up with lyrics as easily as music. The problem is none I'm happily married, and I know you'd write more when shit is going wrong in my life. If I don't finish these songs they will slip away. Once I finish a song (music/lyrics) I won't forget about it, but until then you could call them, or just get tired of it. to finish them.