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that's great, i suppose. now do it again.
May. 20th, 2003 01:43 pmi do about a million journal entries in my head that make me seem neat and cool. what happens is this would make a really neat LJ entry! just as soon as i get time to write it down. you can see the problem with this. i've had about a billion cool moments that i've let time pass me by on.
i miss being a part of something, it's just that i've been sort of busy. but everyone else is busy, and they still have time. i won't even say i'll manage it better, because i won't. and besides, I think i've been doing all right with what i have.
i started class again, a research methods class. it involves a 2 1/2 hour drive down to Indianapolis once a week, but since it's only 6 times this summer me and the Saturn will survive. besides, i kind of like the drive, all green and farmland and the traffic's not too bad once you get out of Lake County. it feels weird not to see your prof on a screen and have to preface everything you say with hi, this is Mary from IUN...
Yesterday, i went running in the morning before work. this isn't my first time running since i've been out of the Army-- it's my second. and i'm doing better! the first time i collapsed in a purple faced wheezing pathetic wreck of a woman after a quarter of a mile. yesterday my heart exploded only after four tenths of a mile. progress!
after my wheeze, i walked back to the apt and noticed that they're getting the pool ready for summer. the thought of going swimming again made me happy-- until i thought, i'll be sharing pool water my apt complex, the toxic sludge from our filthy, hairy bodies comingling. yick. it was at this moment of intense body shame and disgust that i realized i have fully assimilated into Mid-Westernness. and you know what? i really don't have a problem with that.
i started a local group for Howard Dean supporters in the area. So far it's got 6 people, including myself. hoowhee! maybe someday it'll get more, who knows. who cares! Whenever i get a thanks for contributing postcard from the Dean campaign, Vali is sure i'm having a skedaddle/flapdoodle with Dr. Dean. Just because Howie showed up at our apartment on a school night in an edible thong, tassles that spin in both directions, and bright whore-red glitter toenail polish on his square-ish looking, manicured feet, i assure you-- nothing could be further from the truth. just...from now on he's not allowed around the pets. (he taught them to do keg stands, if you must know.)
(psst, Prezslash-- Dr. Dean is Al Gore's Frankenstein monster-- pass it on.)
last week a co-worker showed up to work 3 1/2 hours late, drunk, talking about how much money he made that morning. i really don't want to know. all i know is that i think it's funny that i used to worry that i wouldn't be able to hack it here. at least he was a happy drunk.
this morning i finally finished weeding the duplicates from the older fiction upstairs in preparation to take all of them to the basement. there's still not enough room, so now i've got to weed all over again. even better, some wank (i can't find out who, because they won't fess up) started taking the As downstairs already in completely stupid part of the basement (not like we have any smart areas) and packing them on the shelves. i tacked a red magic marker sign in big bold serial killer handwriting telling them to knock it the fuck off.
cool news? i'm coming to Roanoke July 2-July 6. Sweet! i've got the tickets and everything. Danny, Laurie, let's get together with Maggie and do fun stuff at the lake.
gots to go-
i miss being a part of something, it's just that i've been sort of busy. but everyone else is busy, and they still have time. i won't even say i'll manage it better, because i won't. and besides, I think i've been doing all right with what i have.
i started class again, a research methods class. it involves a 2 1/2 hour drive down to Indianapolis once a week, but since it's only 6 times this summer me and the Saturn will survive. besides, i kind of like the drive, all green and farmland and the traffic's not too bad once you get out of Lake County. it feels weird not to see your prof on a screen and have to preface everything you say with hi, this is Mary from IUN...
Yesterday, i went running in the morning before work. this isn't my first time running since i've been out of the Army-- it's my second. and i'm doing better! the first time i collapsed in a purple faced wheezing pathetic wreck of a woman after a quarter of a mile. yesterday my heart exploded only after four tenths of a mile. progress!
after my wheeze, i walked back to the apt and noticed that they're getting the pool ready for summer. the thought of going swimming again made me happy-- until i thought, i'll be sharing pool water my apt complex, the toxic sludge from our filthy, hairy bodies comingling. yick. it was at this moment of intense body shame and disgust that i realized i have fully assimilated into Mid-Westernness. and you know what? i really don't have a problem with that.
i started a local group for Howard Dean supporters in the area. So far it's got 6 people, including myself. hoowhee! maybe someday it'll get more, who knows. who cares! Whenever i get a thanks for contributing postcard from the Dean campaign, Vali is sure i'm having a skedaddle/flapdoodle with Dr. Dean. Just because Howie showed up at our apartment on a school night in an edible thong, tassles that spin in both directions, and bright whore-red glitter toenail polish on his square-ish looking, manicured feet, i assure you-- nothing could be further from the truth. just...from now on he's not allowed around the pets. (he taught them to do keg stands, if you must know.)
(psst, Prezslash-- Dr. Dean is Al Gore's Frankenstein monster-- pass it on.)
last week a co-worker showed up to work 3 1/2 hours late, drunk, talking about how much money he made that morning. i really don't want to know. all i know is that i think it's funny that i used to worry that i wouldn't be able to hack it here. at least he was a happy drunk.
this morning i finally finished weeding the duplicates from the older fiction upstairs in preparation to take all of them to the basement. there's still not enough room, so now i've got to weed all over again. even better, some wank (i can't find out who, because they won't fess up) started taking the As downstairs already in completely stupid part of the basement (not like we have any smart areas) and packing them on the shelves. i tacked a red magic marker sign in big bold serial killer handwriting telling them to knock it the fuck off.
cool news? i'm coming to Roanoke July 2-July 6. Sweet! i've got the tickets and everything. Danny, Laurie, let's get together with Maggie and do fun stuff at the lake.
gots to go-
