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May. 2nd, 2009

seriously?

v. baffling

I went to bed last night confused. I'd had a lovely day playing the tourist in DC. Museums with angry effing kids, visited the Library of Congress where I eavesdropped on a lovely bit of American history as told by a tour guide who lapsed in French on odd occasions (French Canadian high schoolers?), and generally ran around town getting soaked and sucking on rocket popsicles. It was nice except for the teenagers. I am so damn old.

Then there was dinner. I went over to my friend's brother's house -- a brother who apparently sees me running around town all the time, thereby making me feel like a douche for not recognizing him. Anyhow, after dinner, we went up to the roof of their pretty high-rise condo. We sat on the scary ledge, sipping our glasses of wine and trying to catch a glimpse of the Nats game going on at the stadium. And I don't know how we got to this topic, but all of the sudden, friend's brother's wife is asking me if I'd ever thought about joining the Junior League of Washington. The what...?

Now I ask you, what do I have to give off that makes someone think I'd want to join a junior league? Was it my silver ballet flats? Was it a mistake to wear a pearl pendant? I know I'm kind of conservative looking, but I didn't think I looked or talked like a person who aspired to be a lady who lunched. I may have to reevaluate.

May. 31st, 2008

swinging

Writer's Block: The Only True Question:

If you could go back and fix your most regrettable decision, what would it be, and what would you do differently? Or: Pirates or Ninjas?



Pinjas.

May. 30th, 2008

sitting on steps

cluster

Why does everything happen at once? Why can't life be well-paced, already? I hate making up excuses to people, but lately it seems like it's all I can do. I'm setting myself to let down people left and right...and at the same time it's all so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. It's so ridiculous.

I just want a good scream, or a good cry, but for once, my body doesn't seem to want to indulge in excesses of emotion. Work is suck.

Jan. 9th, 2007

swinging

being sick is doing me no favors

I've got the seasonal sinus infection, so all of yesterday I was light-headed and draining. I looked like I was crying most of the time, which made people ask me continually if I was okay. Because I'm that maudlin bitch that walks around the office crying. Hello, even I know how to take it somewhere so I'm not on display. I'm not that attention-starved. But, having said that, I did find myself tearing up on the phone today while discussing payroll. Payroll, ya'll. I blame it on my dry eyes that feel like I've rolled them individually in sand then stuck them back into my eyesockets.

That was my cue to leave early. So I've been home since 2.30, and I've gone through half a box of tissues. I need to remind myself that I like winter.

Nov. 17th, 2006

swinging

i spent the days since my birthday

angsting over applying for this job, and I got it, so now I don't know what to do. I started making a list of what I'll have to change, because I have a small list of complaints from my current office about the other office I'll have to fix. You see, I'm going to manage an office. And then another office too, in a couple months after that. I'm going to become The Man. I might fucking turn into Michael. I might have to shoot myself. I might have to shoot myself anyway, because I realized that I'll be applying actual knowledge that I learned in school. How horrifying, right? Financial Management. *shudder*

Although, a sustaining thought? I'll be making twice what I make now. What does that mean? A new pair of shoes, you better damn well believe. And maybe even the beginning of Fiji 2007. Or was it supposed to be Italy?

Oct. 3rd, 2006

swinging

thank goodness i was half-lucid enough to listen to the radio this morning

I barely remembered to record VM tonight, but I did, so I got to hear Veronica use 'frack,' and I thought of Bijal and Fly, and thought they might be dying from amusement. Well, maybe my friend J, too, but he's much less amusing than the two of them.

I also remembered to send my RSVP back to my friend for his wedding. Which is good, since I bought him a nice gift, and had to brave Crate&Barrel to do so.

My memory's slipping lately. Is there anything to make it stop?

Sep. 15th, 2006

swinging

i might have to buy a new suit

So I'm sitting here writing my paper on corruption and legacy issues in developing countries when I receive my email confirming my invitation to listen to Karzai speak. I'm kind of super happy, and I can't tell if it's because of the opportunity, or because I hate this paper, so anything will amuse me. Or, if its because I missed out on Musharraf, so I'm glad, because this is kind of an interesting trade off.

I told my mom, and she told me to duck and weave and be wary of stray bullets and rocks from protesters. She is nothing if not amused with my academic activities. She seems to think the last time she heard me this amused, it was when I went to see the Dalai Lama.

Interestingly enough, I'll be going to day before I take off for the spa wonderland. Perfect decompression?

Sep. 9th, 2006

swinging

longing for west virginia

I was sitting at my desk at work when my friend IMed me saying that she needed to take a vacation from her life, and that she wanted me to go with her if I had the time. I rationalized that I had classes on Monday and Saturday. So really, quite unhelpful to a good trip. But within twenty minutes, I agreed to a mini-holiday to a spa town in West Virginia, and she'd booked a master suite in a gorgeous inn. So that's it: two minutes to rationalize, three minutes to decide against flying, five minutes to pick a reasonable destination, five minutes to rave over our fine choice and exclaim over George Washington, and five more to pick a place to stay.

I still haven't told my boss I was taking a couple days off. Well, in good time. She'll find out on Monday.

But it's happening at the end of the this month, and I'm so excited! I already want to soak in the mineral springs. I'm fairly drooling over the idea of my first facial in months...

I don't know why I can't seem to survive more than a couple months at a time without a break from reality. How am I ever going to survive in the real world?

Aug. 25th, 2006

swinging

no cake for me?

In more news that upset the balance of my week: I won't be attending my friend's wedding because of my horrific class! It runs until three, and the ceremony is at noon. The reception only runs until 5.30...so I'll be missing the cocktail hour. Maybe I'll be there in time for cake? As long as I manage to cross the stateline in time? Wahhhh!

So...I'll look forward to their cockamamie party bus scheme? (Their plan is to rent a party bus/limo and drive 40 of us around DC all night while we get trashed on the bus, then crawl out to get trashed in whatever club/bar they think is appropriate...Good plan? Or...no? I suppose I'll need it.

This saddens me, because I've known him for eight years. And I'm missing his wedding. No crying for me. No me watching him cry and taking pictures and blackmailing him later!

WAH.

Aug. 24th, 2006

swinging

npr has no love for me

Two weeks before my first class of the fall semester, and the pain has already begun. I was sent a charming email from my Developing Countries class with a link to go to study.net for my reading materials, and an attached syllabus. We're to have four thick readings, a case and an audio file to listen to before the first session.

What is the audio file? An NPR recording: Combating Afghanistan's Opium Problem Through Legalization. It's only about four minutes long, but I listened to it three times last night, and nothing penetrated. So I hunted for a transcript. I'm not paying a dollar a minute for that tiny transcript. No love! My solution is to try to transcribe it myself. By the way, I suck at transcription.

This is how much I suck: it took me half an hour to transcribe four minutes. Stumblings blocks? Emmanuel Reinert, not Immanuel Ryder. Senlis Council, not Senseless Council. And biggest? Men who can't enunciate!

I missed school. Even though my break was only a month long. Still with the missing!

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