but my car needs gas. i updated a few hours ago, but i tried it on my desktop and lost it all. it was most annoying so i left it alone and went to play sims 2 for a bit. i got sims 2 yesterday, and i love it. i made a couple that look exactly like myself and christen, and they are goofy in love, just like we are (and of course, just plain goofy, but what did you expect?). i have lots more to say, but my mom's coming over tomorrow (just found out) so i want to pick up the house and fix a pair of christen's pants that he ripped. ta ta!
9.17.2004
9.11.2004
so html isn't that hard to remember, evidentally...
...because i knew it partially a long time ago but i still doubted that i would remember how to fix this template so it would be usable for my purposes. but i did it! and it didn't take all night! [sidenote -- the amazing quote of the day~ "can we find the nipple?" said on the opening credits of body work, that plastic surgery show on tlc] anyhow, it took about an hour to get it together, change the colors and placement of the type and my background picture (i took that picture, the smokey mountain national park, north carolina) and add links to the side bar. now the only thing i can't figure out is how to move the description line (that's it up in the top left) to the middle under the header. any takers?
so this way i can play more with my template, which i like. i still wish someone would have done it for me, but i'm just as impatient as i am lazy. so there.
ivan the terrible is headed to tampa, so i added a link for ivan-at-work's live journal to commemorate. he'll be appreciative of the nod anyhow. ivan (pick which one you think i'm referring to) looks to be increasingly obnoxious, but hopefully it'll stay far away. hehe. yeah, so OD boarded up yesterday, per corporate. they just drove up and boarded up our windows and doors. it's now very dark in there. i started singing dance magic (david bowie) earlier at work for no reason so i've now decided to watch labrynth while i finish typing this, and i'll have something to listen to while i try to do some writing. we've changed our bi-weekly meeting to a week from monday because of derned ivan. at least i may have something written by them.
i want a dog named merlin. maybe i should change jacob the snakob's name.
give me the child. through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered. i have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city to take back the child you have stolen. for my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great.
you have no power over me.
noooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!
[insert -- this is care of orlando weekly's NOTW: power outages, we have concluded, are a blessing. They cut you off from the nattering nabobs of hurricanism, to paraphrase that great American statesmen, Spiro Agnew. Beginning Sept. 3, right through Sept. 6, one could – if one was unlucky enough to still have power and cable – have watched wall-to-wall coverage of Frances' crawl across the Atlantic, including live reports from the beach every time a cloud approached. Tom Terry should be flogged. {my note -- this continues with Ivan)
hehe. more later. i need to write.
9.10.2004
it's googlicious!
so for some reason now i can use google. i don't know why, though i have indeed missed it. i've had this laptop for nearly 2 years now and google has never worked; no one knows why -- it's pure mystery. it's like, every time i download flash so i can see nifty websites and the tmbg website, the laptop refuses to realize that i have downloaded flash and therefore tells me that i don't have it. mystery. but anyways, i've never been able to use google, and because of that i've never been able to use yahoo and other google-based search engines. google has evidentally updated their site, because now there are balloons and fruit, and i can (tada!) use it! yay!
so there. nanny-nanny-boo-boo.
also, i downloaded this thing called trillian (trillion?) for messaging. it is supposed to condense all your messenger programs into one. but now i can't find it. now granted, i haven't looked, but shouldn't it automatically show up? i'll search tomorrow. it's like my notebook. all i have to do is tear apart the laptop and i'll find it. i'll let you know how it works. if anyone has any experience with it, lemme know, k?
christen and i bowled 9 games tonight. we were there for 4 hours. we've decided $43 later that we aren't going to bowl 9 games in one night again. we'll see on sunday. my top game was 151, but my low game (the first one, as usual) was 88. not a great spread. all the other games were over 100, some just barely and some way over.
i bought a new book today. actually, i bought two new books, but one was john irving so i don't count it. (that one was a prayer for owen meany, if you care. and the reason i don't count irving's books is because he always disappoints me; his plots are so amazing but i don't like the way he writes. i heard that prayer was especially good, so i'm giving it a shot). i bought a book called as the crow flys, and i've never heard of the author, but it looked good so i'll let you know.
jordan, you still have to borrow darkly dreaming dexter. you're missing out. it's awesome.
i know the new template is, well, blank, but i changed to a template with a picture in the background. the problem is, i didn't like the guy's picture so much so i need to find a free photo host to host a picture of mine that i can put in the background. and that way i can change it as i wish.
well, a movie awaits and rocky road ice cream. mmm mmm good. :)
9.08.2004
how do you like dem apples?
i don't know what to write, which is funny because i've actually had some good ideas for stories. i just don't know where to go with them. i keep having ideas at night or in the mornings -- close to sleep, and i know these are the best ideas, but once i'm fully awake i can't seem to figure out where the story is to go. so i couldn't think so i took a bath, and now i'm watching (oh, guess) law & order. i think that's where some of these wierd stories are coming from, because both stories i've started have death in them. the third is just a few paragraphs; i can't figure out that one at all. i've continued down several paths with it, death, no death, but i keep returning to the first few paragraphs. so screw it, why bother writing at all? mostly because i don't want to stay the rest of my life at OD.
frances was here, the giant pain in the rear. it didn't affect me much; we closed the store on sunday and i was off on monday and tuesday. bored me to tears sun and mon -- finally tuesday i was able to get out and about. went bowling. i think i'm getting pretty good.
well, i'm not doing too good tonight; i can't even type a well-turned sentence. so i'm off. ta ta!
9.03.2004
touch your audience ...
well, that's what the television says but i don't want to go to jail. i'll stick to myself.
i'm watching the PBA finals (that's the bowling world series to you) and, eh, yeah, i'm bored. there's no law & order on and i really don't feel like writing -- i'm hungry but i'm trying to hold out until christen gets home and i can make chicken bryan for both of us because i bought basil and goat cheese last week and haven't had a chance to use it yet. i want to go geocaching but its going to rain, i think, and i keep getting stuck trying to outrun the rain. i have two travel bugs to drop out there -- barkley the wonder pup and a weeping buddha. i posted them with hello so you can see them too. i think after hurricane francis is done with i might get out there some more. its just so freaking hot that i can't stay outside for more than a few minutes without the heat getting to me.
the kids are at it again. the freaking children that play outside my building have been playing kickball or something in an area that is only 20 feet wide or so and they've hit my window twice. i've gone out and yelled at them twice, but i'm not taking it anymore. if they do it again i'm finding their parents. i've dealt with the noise while they play every night until sundown, rain or shine, but i'll be gosh darned if i'm going to deal with my living room window getting beamed with a freaking ball. i'll beam them, i'm telling you.
in other pretty good news regarding the people i live near, the nasty people who live above me had a baggy on their door from animal services that was dark red and said in menacing type: FINAL NOTICE. hehehe. i wonder what that was about. i always feel bad for their dogs because i've never ever seen them be walked in the two months i've lived here. one of the dogs was chained to the front porch once -- he was a pretty calico colored boxer.
so i don't know if i should worry about hurricane francis. they say it should miss us, but it was supposed to hit us last time and it didn't, so maybe they'll be wrong this time too. i can't help wanting it to hit here -- not that i want the distruction or anything, but i just want it here. i haven't seen a hurricane since elena when i was six. and that was just a lot of rain. all i can remember is watching the rain hit the pool while surrounded with old people. well they weren't all old -- my mom was (ouch! my mom was near my age!) in her 20s, aunt kaye was in her 30s and my gram and her friend were in their 50s or 60s -- but i was 6! they were all old as hell.
i'm going to say screw it. i'll be fine. there's food if we need it, and if there's no electricity when it stops raining we'll grill outside. i'm going to get some more tea.
8.25.2004
he's done it again.
christen bought a new television. i'm not complaining; it's very pretty. he got a 50" grand wega sony lcd television. very big, very pretty. probably too much for our little apartment, but i talked him out of the 60", so 50" is good enough. :) i got jordan to come over tonight so he can help us move the old one into the dining room or so until we can get rid of it. christen wants to give it to his father if he wants it, but i hope he sells it to a friend instead. he could use the money toward this monster. i hope he gets 600-700 for the old tv, because it's still in great shape.
anywho.
on a side note, hancock's fabrics called me back and said that i had the experience they were looking for but could only pay me 6.50 an hour. $6.50 an hour as an assistant manager! holy cow! how can they pay management that little and still be in business? geez. so no job. i guess i'll stay stressed here for nearly double that.
anywho.
on a side note, hancock's fabrics called me back and said that i had the experience they were looking for but could only pay me 6.50 an hour. $6.50 an hour as an assistant manager! holy cow! how can they pay management that little and still be in business? geez. so no job. i guess i'll stay stressed here for nearly double that.
8.24.2004
did'ya miss me? did'ya?
i know i know; i haven't been faithful. to my blog, i mean. its been a long time but what can you do -- i know you want more of me, so here i am... naked. but not really. and anyhow, you can't see me, so i can type naked if i want. i just have to wash my hands first. hehehe (naughty laugh)
so anyhow, i've gotten a lot done in the past few weeks. i finally have two great beautiful round wood end tables and a great big brown chair some stuff on the walls and a monk's cloth beige tablecloth on which i put a nice reddish brown husk basket that now has oranges and bananas and some tasty tomatoes and peppers that richard gave me in it. (i'm making salsa tonight) the tablecloth is really just some fabric that i bought because i wasn't happy with any of the ones they sold at old time pottery or walmart and the ones at penny's were unbelieveably expensive and they still didn't have the right size. who spends $30 on a tablecloth? oi. so i spent $10 on some lovely beige fabric and threw it on the table, only because i really don't like the table to begin with, but now that we have some decently matching furniture, the white tabletop doesn't go at all. enter beige tablecloth. woohoo!
so jordan, you have to come over. i bought you diet coke.
i also applied for a new job, at a place i know no one will ever visit me. at least, none of my friends. i might see my ex-fiance's mother though. i applied to be an assistant manager at hancock's fabrics. i love that place, and it would so get me out of the hell that is OD, and push me to get on with my life. so i hope i get called.
i really feel that i should be working on my writing, but being the lazy woman that i am, i choose, well, not to. there are salsas to be made, video games to play, blogs to write (though i haven't been keeping up with that part of the bargain), crappy books to read, good books to read, bowling to go to, work to go to (yeah, i've tried getting out of it, but the straps are too tight) and on and on et cetera et cetera ad nauseum. on the bright side, i've been reading a great deal. besides my guilty pleasure barbara michaels reading, i've also been reading lots of tasty morsels of books, that unfortunately have no mates because i've been hooked on too many authors' first books. you know how hard it is to wait for someone to write something else when it takes me 1 1/2 days to read their first great book? it's like waiting for, well, me to write.
so here it is and i don't want to be yelled at for it.
i don't want to vote.
why do we need a president. can we just kill them all off? i've been trying to reregister to vote so i'm registered over here rather than having to drive all the way out to wesley chapel to exercise my rights, but really, is it worth it? i know i know, i detest bush with all my being, but is kerry really the best we could scrape out of the barrel? the man ... sucks. i pleade the 5th, on nov. 2.
so anyhow, i've gotten a lot done in the past few weeks. i finally have two great beautiful round wood end tables and a great big brown chair some stuff on the walls and a monk's cloth beige tablecloth on which i put a nice reddish brown husk basket that now has oranges and bananas and some tasty tomatoes and peppers that richard gave me in it. (i'm making salsa tonight) the tablecloth is really just some fabric that i bought because i wasn't happy with any of the ones they sold at old time pottery or walmart and the ones at penny's were unbelieveably expensive and they still didn't have the right size. who spends $30 on a tablecloth? oi. so i spent $10 on some lovely beige fabric and threw it on the table, only because i really don't like the table to begin with, but now that we have some decently matching furniture, the white tabletop doesn't go at all. enter beige tablecloth. woohoo!
so jordan, you have to come over. i bought you diet coke.
i also applied for a new job, at a place i know no one will ever visit me. at least, none of my friends. i might see my ex-fiance's mother though. i applied to be an assistant manager at hancock's fabrics. i love that place, and it would so get me out of the hell that is OD, and push me to get on with my life. so i hope i get called.
i really feel that i should be working on my writing, but being the lazy woman that i am, i choose, well, not to. there are salsas to be made, video games to play, blogs to write (though i haven't been keeping up with that part of the bargain), crappy books to read, good books to read, bowling to go to, work to go to (yeah, i've tried getting out of it, but the straps are too tight) and on and on et cetera et cetera ad nauseum. on the bright side, i've been reading a great deal. besides my guilty pleasure barbara michaels reading, i've also been reading lots of tasty morsels of books, that unfortunately have no mates because i've been hooked on too many authors' first books. you know how hard it is to wait for someone to write something else when it takes me 1 1/2 days to read their first great book? it's like waiting for, well, me to write.
so here it is and i don't want to be yelled at for it.
i don't want to vote.
why do we need a president. can we just kill them all off? i've been trying to reregister to vote so i'm registered over here rather than having to drive all the way out to wesley chapel to exercise my rights, but really, is it worth it? i know i know, i detest bush with all my being, but is kerry really the best we could scrape out of the barrel? the man ... sucks. i pleade the 5th, on nov. 2.
7.23.2004
i've got the hook-ups.
finally i have my cable and internet back. yay! hehe. its been a long hard road filled with crappy phyllis whitney books (yeah, okay so it took the twentieth reading to realize how truly badly written they are, and yeah, i read them anyway) and spiderman II for the PS2. but now i'm polluting my mind with digital cable (they made me! i swear it! it was cheaper than installation cost!) and talking to jordan online. i know, i'm a sick bastard. but at least i have this blog to rant and write. i have another writing meeting on monday and i'm kinda worried because i haven't been doing too good on the whole writing thing. i've got one story i'm partial to and i'm going to share that one, but its only 3 pages or so and i think we decided on doing about 8 per session so i've gotta get cracking. i wrote a few pages the other day but i hated all of it. it was crappy. not exactly like a phyllis whitney book. i'm better than that, i think. and she got published, so i don't think all hope is lost.
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7.08.2004
so what the fuck.
so i'm waiting for christen to get home and i've spent the whole day with adrian. i have nothing to show for it. the laundry isn't folded and i've filled 5 large boxes with books and dvds and tapes and listened to adrian drone on and on, as is his way. the apt. looks pretty much the same; it doesn't look like i've been working. and perhaps i haven't. i did take down all the pictures. the walls are barren again, like they were when we moved in except with nails in the walls. i'll have to fill those in. i think i'm not working because no one else is. i am alone in the sea of boxes and clothes and crap. that's all it is -- useless crap we surround ourselves with because we're too scared to be without it. i'll chuck it all. screw it; its less to move.
you know that's a lie.
i know that's a lie.
i'll pack it tomorrow.
you know that's a lie.
i know that's a lie.
i'll pack it tomorrow.
7.07.2004
Okay, so i found it.
i found my notebook -- it was buried under some crap next to the tv. i don't know how it got there, but there it was. just as i was so frustrated at the clutter and the fact that i can't fit through the space between my boxes of books and the bed. so here's some things.
she: wild animal hair, kinky like hot sex and aimless eyes. perched on the edge of an asphalt river, ready to merge but not sure which way to go. worn black shorts fall to the worn black knees and a loose worn black blouse is held tight by a brand new neon New Kids on the Block fanny pack.
he: feels bad about being racist; a product of the squeeze between affirmative action groups excluding him for being a middle/upper class white male and the moral majority that says that RACISM IS WRONG.
she: on side of dirty pool with baby blue capris rolled up above the knees; legs in the pool to sooth cracked heels -- dry like paper from early time. reading; it starts to sprinkle, like sand falling on tin. falls on pool and she sits, waiting before preserving her book and retreating.
he: mid-20s, short maybe slavic -- black hair and eyes, pot belly, lots of hair all over. sleeps in old boxers -- holes in them -- same ones he wears for days. sleeps on stomach, thumb in mouth just slightly, drooling on wrinkled flowered sheets and wrinkled flowered pillowcases. the tip of his penis peeks through the hole in his boxers. sleeps diagonally on bed, no comforter, sheets tangled in his feet.
she: wild animal hair, kinky like hot sex and aimless eyes. perched on the edge of an asphalt river, ready to merge but not sure which way to go. worn black shorts fall to the worn black knees and a loose worn black blouse is held tight by a brand new neon New Kids on the Block fanny pack.
he: feels bad about being racist; a product of the squeeze between affirmative action groups excluding him for being a middle/upper class white male and the moral majority that says that RACISM IS WRONG.
she: on side of dirty pool with baby blue capris rolled up above the knees; legs in the pool to sooth cracked heels -- dry like paper from early time. reading; it starts to sprinkle, like sand falling on tin. falls on pool and she sits, waiting before preserving her book and retreating.
he: mid-20s, short maybe slavic -- black hair and eyes, pot belly, lots of hair all over. sleeps in old boxers -- holes in them -- same ones he wears for days. sleeps on stomach, thumb in mouth just slightly, drooling on wrinkled flowered sheets and wrinkled flowered pillowcases. the tip of his penis peeks through the hole in his boxers. sleeps diagonally on bed, no comforter, sheets tangled in his feet.
7.06.2004
You know you want some.
i've started again. no, i'm not talking the bloody stuff, though yeah, that too, but i've started writing again. sorta. that's what this is for because i really don't know what to write; i just know i need to. you don't care if i suck right? and i don't care if you care or don't -- there, i'm sticking my tongue out at you. but i can't find my writing notebook (no, i haven't been keeping it with me, i know -- i suck. shut up) and i had some really good story ideas in there. i'll tear up the bedroom later. this is good for now. i've made my introductions.
