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[Sep. 28th, 2007|10:34 pm] |
Also, in case you didn't hear, I am now working as a cracker baker. It is fun.
Apparently some old-man-cardigan-wearing boy at the co-op has a crush on me, which is good. I like to hear that I am crushly, and I like old man cardigans. I don't know about negotiations on it through an intermediary though, and my reaction to hearing the dude's casual mentions of me (aka crush) has now been reported BACK to him ("I said you were talking about caitlin and she said she likes crushes and old man cardigans"). Er. Not so sure on that one.
And there are crunchy bright leaves and my wayback old bicycle. It is fall and I miss people. Please visit. |
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[Sep. 28th, 2007|09:54 pm] |
Oh dear oh dear. I so much love expensive things like business class and spending $100 on dinner. Emma was talking about how she thinks she could live the whole transient lifestyle of sleeping on people's couches and just worrying about how to scrounge food up for a good long time. But I don't want to do that. Everyone is SO NICE to rich people.
Poor people have to spend three hours in the matc dental clinic with some hygienist student who scrapes calcification from their teeth and massages their gums very slowly while 20 other people in neighboring cubicles get the same treatment. I even have to go back to get my bottom teeth finished because it took so long. And there isn't another appointment for a MONTH. And I seem to have a cavity in my mutant tooth, so I have to find some real dentist that will fill it on the cheap. They did say I'm doing pretty good on the brushing and flossing though!
I supposed poor people also get to have a snotty attitude about how un-stuck-up and non-privileged they are, and I always like things that allow snotty-attitude-having.
And I like wine. When I generally don't drink (as I don't recently), it has such a good effect. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2007|02:06 pm] |
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I just quit my job! At least, in the way that they said "well bummer, you should stick around until the university kicks you out; WE won't make you leave just cause you aren't taking classes," so I'll still work here for a bit. But... I QUIT! I am excited! I'm going to do something else! |
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[May. 27th, 2007|01:10 am] |
So, like... people think that I'm cool and they don't realize I feel insecure half the time. I know this, but sometimes I forget. I could rally people to join me in doing something awesome; what should I do?!
I just have to be inspired enough about it to put forth the organizational effort; I have enough helpers if I do it right. |
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[May. 4th, 2007|11:16 pm] |
Asparagus! Goat cheese! Food season is back!
I feel really buff lately. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2007|02:31 pm] |
I'm babysitting my baby, who is more than two now, so hardly a baby. Lying on the floor by the sliding door with the good old laptop, listening to my podcasts (speaking of faith). There's a robin outside wandering in the courtyard area. First one I've seen, I'll dub it the first robin of spring. I'd forgotten about that whole RED thing they have going on.
My baby is napping, but she isn't asleep. Her mom put her in bed before I got here, and she's supposed to stay there for another hour, but she's bumping around making noises and occasionally whining halfheartedly. It's sunny out, and kind of warm; maybe when I get her up, we'll go to the park. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2007|12:19 am] |
Mmm. It's been a good day. Above freezing. I biked without gloves (and without hands, really, so they did get to hide out in the pockets). My handlebars feel good.
Cookies were made, extreme health cookies, vegan, no sugar, no flour, sweetened with pureed dried turkish apricots, and some drops of agave syrup melted in chunks of cocoa solids for the topping. Coconut peanut butter kisses.
I wore my cowboy boots to see sparklehorse, and my feet still hurt a bit from the standing and swaying in them. Even the small heel will get you. Twas worth it though... I am still glowy. Did they create the wind on purpose for mark linkous' hair to blow in? It blew well. No hipsters tried to rub up on me tonight, just talk of chance meetings not in dark clubs, but when we can all go outside again and bike up and down the street, saying hello at the library or by the food carts in daylight. There is no cruising the main drag sixties style in winter, and you can't recognize anyone through the scarves.
Oh to go outside without a coat. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2007|05:00 pm] |
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Winter is hard, because there's nothing to eat. At least psychologically. I don't really feel comfortable eating anything besides squash, carrots, potatoes, onions, kale, beans, rice, wheat, okay, all grains, a bit o' dairy... I guess that's enough, but it seems skimpy. And there's no fruit except dried apricots and maybe oranges or kiwis or mangoes, which are tropical anyways and so seem vaguely acceptable. I suppose I could buy out of season foods... |
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[Oct. 8th, 2006|11:20 pm] |
I don't remember what I write here anymore... Do I talk about bright yellow trees and crunchy leaves? Or full of air tires and going fast (what to even say about that? it's lovely?? particularly with fluttering hands in the air)? Biking past water, biking in streaks of sun, biking at night with twinkly lights or the moon all covered with clouds? Err, umm, angst about my snobbery towards/fear of people?
Food, do I talk about food? It's been good of late... squash, knot tied rolls, pesto, just right hard boiled eggs, lots of sunflower seeds. This evening I went to a chocolate tasting and nearly died of two hours of sampling all the chocolates and truffles offered in the candy shop. I won't try that again anytime soon.
Additionally... I miss being drunk, but maybe more I miss biking home late at night. Is there too much biking here? No... it's just so nice. I shouldn't miss the biking home, either; I certainly do it enough anyway. |
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[Sep. 13th, 2006|09:02 pm] |
School is... Harder than it used to be. Sometimes I feel like I'm less smart than I used to be or at the same level while everyone else got smarter. But actually it's just that my study skills haven't grown very much since, oh, middle school. And I'm tired of doing things halfassedly. Yesterday I studied. And wrote notes on what I read. Completely brilliant! When I do that, everything in class goes fine.
I also got a flat tire. My sanity is so connected to my bicycle access, it really is. Transportation availability is SO important. And then with biking, there's the exercise thing too, keeps me from getting antsy. Biking (or actually, walking and bussing get this too, although walking has slow plodding and aching back and heavy bags, and is historically a better time for imaginary conversations with myself in whatever foreign language I'm studying), you aren't supposed to be doing anything else. You're just waiting to get somewhere, so there's time to think about things or not think about things. It's meditative. This morning I took the bus, and it was good too, but it takes about twice as long and doesn't get me in the zone as quickly (I'm probably just out of bus practice). As soon as I got the bike fixed this evening and got on it though, I was right there. Heh. Bikes. Tasty.
I'm taking this one class cause the TA's cute. And it fulfills a requirement, but I was even still going to drop it until I met the TA. Good enticement to study, so I don't seem slow? I'm the same age as TAs now...
And dairy is going the way of not studying. That is, out. Today there was one tasty multigrain waffle with whipped cream, and a small cup of coffee with half and half. VERY WRONG. I get tired and woozy and nauseous and icky stomach. NO more.
Did I mention our mouse genocide? Yes, the weeks have been stressful of late. |
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