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07*21*09
I'm looking through you, where did you go?
Your lips are moving, I cannot hear.
Why, tell me why, did you not treat me right?
You're thinking of me, the same old way.
Why, tell me why, did you not treat me right?
I'm looking through you, where did you go?
Yeah! Oh baby you changed!
01*21*09 Oh, well hello. Fancy meeting you here. I just figured out how to work this newfangled version of Dreamweaver. My computer sort of crashed around New Year's Eve, so I wiped the whole system clean and started anew. However, I lost some programs in the process, including my precious Dreamweaver. All my documents and MP3s were saved though, so it wasn't too bad. Not as bad as it could have been anyway. My move was pretty awful. It was extremely difficult and about 1/3 of the way through it my brother called me to tell me my grandmother had a stroke. She's doing a little better now, but probably won't walk again and is still in the hospital. She just celebrated her 88th birthday yesterday. I'm just glad I was able to see her the day after Christmas and tell her I love her. My move was also pretty shitty because of two other factors: my co-worker was supposed to let me borrow her car to transport my and Patrick's cats, as well as ourselves from apartment to apartment, but she backed out last minute due to inclement weather; also, the movers were terrible! I used the same movers I used last time (Moving Your Way) I moved. I loved them last time, but this time it was different guys from the same company. They came earlier than I told them to and hounded me about starting early; I had to tell them no (repeatedly) since I wasn't ready and they charged by the hour...as I had just told them a half hour before that on the phone when they asked if they could come early. Last time I moved I was able to kind of sit back and watch them do all the work--not the case this time; they moved like molasses and Patrick and I really had to work our asses off. Then, the turd icing on the shit cake, when it was all said and done, the total came out to something like $350, which I tipped them $75 on top of (over 20% mind you). Their thanks? "That's it?" I wanted to punch the guy in the face. He's lucky I was feeling generous enough to tip him that much considering how much work Patrick and I had to do. Any who, the place is coming together slowly but surely. We're almost done with everything aside from obtaining a decent dresser for a good price. We're getting a new used sofa this weekend which I'm really excited about since I hate this goddamned futon I'm currently sitting on. I envision everything being set in maybe another 2-3 weeks. I start classes next week though and am also hoping to take the GREs in the next few weeks, so apartment tasks won't take priority anymore. That's pretty much the summary of my life for the past month and a half! Oh yeah, and I got an A in both my classes. 12*07*08 Haven't written in forever. A lot going on. Patrick and I are moving in together in a few weekends. I just signed the lease for our place in Greenpoint on Saturday as well as relinquished oodles of cash. It's pretty big and really gorgeous. I'm looking forward to getting settled in...but not moving. Especially when the move is scheduled right around finals! But we wanted to be as settled in as we can be before Christmas since I will be hosting my family this year. I think with the stress about the move and everything I have to do up until that point and studying, etc., my anxieties about living with someone are somewhat surfacing as well. We're both also kind of on edge because he has finals too and is obviously going through the same stress, so that doesn't help. Oh right, and I'm PMSing. I am super fun to be around right now. I want to kill someone! I'm proud of how much of my belongings I've already gone through and either gotten rid of, organized, packed or sold. I have someone coming to buy my loveseat on Tuesday and another person coming to buy my Ikea console (my kitchen counter) and shelves. I like both items okay, but the counter I definitely don't need in the new place since my kitchen is huge. The loveseat I could keep, but I'd rather get a bigger one that I like better. I suddenly need more furniture or better furniture. I've had the same desk since I was 13. That's not to say it's a kid's desk, but I think it's time for a new one (preferably one that's not painted green). The other thing that sucks is I feel tired but I can't shut my brain off with everything going on, so it's hard to fall asleep. God forbid I wake up in the middle of the night, then I'm up for hours. After December 20th things should start to look up I hope. 11*16*08 It's 1:30 in the morning. I'm currently on-call. I went to bed around 8PM and woke up around midnight and have been wide awake since. My neighbors are arguing so I was in the bathroom, not eavesdropping, but "accidentally" listening for 10 minutes. Basically it seems like this woman has been ignoring her boyfriend the past couple of days and he finally got fed up with it and came here after midnight to confront her. She's been ignoring him because I think he forgot her birthday or had to work or something to that effect. He doesn't understand why she's still upset when he already apologized and sent her flowers. First of all, I was on her side before I even heard the whole scenario because this guy sound like a total guido and can't articulate himself clearly while she's making perfect sense to me. He sounds like a real douchebag. I kind of feel like listening in was a sociological experiment in relationships. This woman was explaining to this man why she was upset and he responded with belligerence and nonsensical and off-the-subject rebuttals that only served to upset her and divert things off the topic. I could feel the guilt inside him, but it only came out of his mouth in douchebaggery. All she wanted (and I know because she said it repeatedly) was for him to stop yelling at her and listen to her and respond with compassion. I don't think that's a lot to ask for. She also wanted him to set aside some time for her every now and then. Also a pretty reasonable request. I just can't believe she's let him talk circles around her for so long without throwing him out. But I really shouldn't talk. I've put up with things I probably shouldn't have too. I guess everyone does in relationships because they get blinded by love/lust/craziness. Anyway, I can say I've had similar arguments with boyfriends before (though I never dated a guido). Not to say that I'm not the one who's been the guilty party and initially tried to weasel my way out of it too, but I feel like I've been on the other end of it more often. I guess listening to these people just makes me realize how easy it would be for him to just say he's sorry, he's been insensitive and give her a hug. I guess it takes a lot of pride swallowing, maybe too much for some people. I mention none of this because of things in my own life. Patrick and I are fine. I'm just bored and awake and thought I'd write down some ponderings. 11*02*08 Good times on Halloween. I was Little Bo Reap (or Killah Bo Peep). Patrick bought a sheep mask last minute and went as, you guessed it, a cow! No, he went as a sheep. We went to three different bars in Park Slope and danced for a bit at the first two. I won a bottle of champagne for my costume at the second bar. I wanted to dress up again Saturday night, but I also kind of felt like taking it easy. So Patrick and I went to see Zack and Miri Make a Porno instead, which was pretty mediocre. Anyway, here are some photos and a video of Patrick jamming as a sheep.
10*27*08 Patrick and I discovered this display picture while looking for Halloween items at a costume store.
I don't understand. Was this really the best shot they had? The baby either looks like its suffocating or possibly already dead. Who gave this picture the green light?! 10*26*08 I'm still alive! I just haven't felt very enthusiastic about updating this here site lately. But it's Sunday and I'm up early since I went to bed early for my on-call shift. No donors, but plenty of sleep. My cats are staring at me with hate since I need to go out and get them some cat food. They can wait a few more minutes. I suppose another reason why I haven't been writing is because I didn't feel like explaining that Patrick and I are more or less seeing each other. We're basically just enjoying one another's company and not really talking so much about "what does this mean?" and "where is this going?" and blah blah. I guess that means I'm just living in the now. Well, regardless of the meaning, I feel happy. I guess that's what matters. Also, we went on a Circle Line cruise up the Hudson River last Sunday to Bear Mountain. It was really gorgeous and we had a good time...and we ate lots of kettle corn popcorn. So let me talk a little more about France. My first three days in Paris were just spent walking around areas that I hadn't explored last time I was there and also visiting Versailles. As I said before, it was very cold there and it rained sporadically for the first 3-4 days. The 4th day I headed to Blois, rented a bicycle and biked through some gorgeous countryside to the Chateau de Chambord. I had intended to bike to another castle afterwards, but got continuously lost and was feeling pretty exhausted. After that ride I decided that perhaps I wasn't ready to bike all the way to another town 80 miles away with unclear bike paths and inconsistent weather the whole way. The next day I arrived in Tours and stayed there for two nights. The first day I visited Chateau de Chenonceau and bought three bottles of wine (three bottles of wine become a lot heavier after you've lugged it around in your luggage for four days!). My second day in Tours was spent walking around exploring. I wasn't super impressed with the town though and was glad to move on to Saumur the next day. Saumur was very quaint and cute. The day I arrived it started pouring and lasted most of the day, but I was still able to explore some of the city. I met a very nice restauranteur later that night who I played a few games of lousy pool with. It was all very friendly-like and platonic. I was just thankful to have someone I could actually speak with; you definitely start missing speaking with people who can understand you after a few days. The next day I headed back to Paris and had dinner at a restaurant Katrina and I found our last day in Paris three years ago. It had been down the street from our hotel and we hadn't realized until it was too late. My last full day in Paris was probably my favorite one. I visited a lot of sites near the Latin Quarter, went to the zoo while eating a fresh-out-of-the-oven baguette, and visited Louis Pasteur's house. Later that night I went to the Trocadero where I realized the Eiffel Tower was lit up blue, and decided to walk down to explore...and take a thousand pictures. As I was heading back to the Metro I saw tour boats and remembered touring the Seine at night by boat was one of the things I had also wanted to do, so I did it. It was really gorgeous. While walking to the Metro line I needed afterwards, I passed the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs-Élysées. I hadn't really eaten dinner at that point and didn't feel like spending a lot of money on a sit-down meal, but all the bakeries were closed. However, McDonald's was open. I loathe McDonald's, but I was really hungry, so I got some fries (and yes, when I ordered them I asked for French fries). I then ate the fries near the Arc De Triomphe. There's something special about eating French fries from McDonald's in front of the Arc de Triomphe; I had a little bit of disgust in me but also a little bit of pride for really combining our two cultures in such a classy way. The next day I explored the Latin Quarter for an hour and then headed to the airport. Ok, my cats are going to eat me alive if I don't get moving. I have a few errands to run today and hopefully I'll find the last two items of my costume. Enjoy the pictures in the meantime!
10*14*08 I am back. Let the celebration begin! Actually I've been back since Friday, so if you just started celebrating, you're too late! I'm currently enjoying a big glass of red wine I got from the Chateau de Chenonceau. It's yummy. So yummy I bought three bottles. Did you know that if you put three bottles of wine in your suitcase it makes it super heavy? Now we both know. I am having a shitty day. I got to work in a somewhat good mood. I was semi-excited to see my co-workers since it's been two weeks. But a lot of people were in a bad mood today and some barely took notice of me (it's not a big office). I also had a big Microbiology test today which I'll admit I didn't really study as hard for as I usually do. I missed the last class and had asked a girl I thought seemed reliable if she could let me know what I missed. She assured me she'd scan in the notes and e-mail them to me. However, she did not do that and I finally e-mailed her a few days ago to ask for said notes. She said I didn't miss much and gave me a brief rundown. Five minutes before the test a girl in front of me pulled out a 4-page worksheet of material the teacher had handed out the last class. Needless to say I started to panic. Because of that untrustworthy jerk I asked for help, I missed probably about 10 questions on the test (there were only 77). Thankfully the professor drops the lowest test grade, but since this is our first test I have no more leeway. I'll give the rundown on France another time. For the most part I had a good time. The weather was kinda shitty half the time and it's a lot colder there than here. But I definitely ate a lot of good food and saw some beautiful sites. I didn't speak a whole lot of French, but I didn't mess up too terribly when I did. I also met a cute little animal called a Pudu at a zoo in Paris and it's now my favorite mammal (sorry Milo and Jack). My wine is beckoning to me. I must answer the call!
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