noCureforCommas
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
khaki revisited... or, another ass story
My teamleader tells me I am constantly talking about my butt.
So here I go again, because I found it very interesting that I said a few months ago that khaki makes my butt look huge -- because now I wear it every working day!
And it still does. But the BDU's we wear make it look a little more pert than usual, so the bigness is less of a liability.
Apologies for those with butt sensitivities.
so i was reading kymm...
Sweet as a Biscuit Kymm, of course, and she writes about this relationship she has and how certain she is that nothing can damage it, reallytruly.
And it made my heart hurt so much -- for her, for myself. Mostly for myself. Maybe it will be true for her -- I hope it is -- after all. But I know it's not for me. There is no relationship I believe that about in my life and I am not sure there ever will be again. I want to, so badly want to believe that there are some people I will know and love, with the same constancy, my whole life through.
But Mark extinguished that for me. And Dad extinguished that for me. And others, too.
There are some things you can do and say to your loved ones, some things they can do and say to you, that can ruin things forever. I keep hoping Mark and I can patchwork things together and maybe that's why Kymm's entry hurt so much. A little flare of hope sprung up deep inside my subconscious, dying almost on the moment of its making...
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
the palmetto state
I'm in South Carolina!
They have: the coolest state flag, the second-worst life expectancy (right behind Washington D.C.,) and lots and lots of palm trees.
I'm trying to decide what I want to do with my second year off next year, besides take some courses, find some kind of job to support myself with and take the GREs.
Maybe this: La Esperanza Granada
Monday, August 11, 2003
tra la la
I'm headed to South Carolina September 16, if all goes well.
I'm spending a lot of time thinking about the best way to construct a Grown-Up Life and Future and Career. It's sort of completely scary.
The most mind-consuming thing I've been thinking about lately is how everyone is going away! Including me! And while it's neato and cool and we'll all get to experience new places and people and Grow as People... it's a little scary to have your friendses all stretching out across the country like a small-scale tribute to Hands Across America.
It's making me think a lot about where I want to be after my 10 months of indentured service to my country is over. Do I want to relocate within the state? Country? Go somewhere else? Find some other short term committment? I've already told Alex I'll follow him somewhere, for a change, so a) he gets to go somewhere he wants to go and b) I get the chance to make up, a little bit, for always running off all across the globe.
So anyway, friends going everywhere. Such is our vida moderne. See how cosmopolitan that phrase was? I did it on porpoise. Geeee...
It's hot and humid and icky out. I'm in Maine! And this has devolved entirely.
Monday, June 16, 2003
I'm alive! I just have dial-up!
And a new job at A Respected Hospital. And the typical Life Decisions that every Recent Graduate has to make. And brand-new copies of all the Mary Poppins books. Better than the movie -- and if you know me and have any idea how much I love the movie, you know how just incredible the books must be.
So here I am, updating at the library, and I have a billion things to say but this tasteful, cream-colored sign informing me that because of the USA PATRIOT ACT (Public Law 107-56), the gov't can obtain my library records, "secretly monitor all electronic communication and prohibit libraries and librarians from informing users of such monitoring or information requests," I'm. Not really in the mood.
Monday, May 26, 2003
What I Learned Over My Memorial Day Weekend
For some reason, khaki pants make me look like progeny of the StayPuff Marshmello Man. I don't believe they always have...
Purses are seductive.
Buy the goddamn bookshelf when you see it on sale.
The best idea for a new name for anything will come to you seconds after you register it. I pity my future children.
Life as a college student means your wardrobe becomes entirely unsuited for a job in the working world.
Always wait for the memorial day sales.
Feef.
I'm a Punny Girl
My original blog, Chunks of Me, was supposed to be funny and cute, but somewhere along the way it started to sound (and I started to write) like typical teenage melodrama. Since I am no longer in my teens, and haven't been in 3 years, and since the aforementioned title also has unfortunate vomit connotations, here we go again.
