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Is it Blog, or Blargh?

Yummy.

I ~like~ vacations. mmmmmm.... ^_~*

*halo*

~Ji-sama

I like smüshy foam
Friday, September 28, 2001 - 10:58 a.m.

Truely I do.

I forgot my book at home this morning. Boo. I think I might have left my brains there, too. I am so spacy and distracted. Of course, I was up until almost midnight. Not to mention I've got a lot to think about. Sex, cars, and rock and roll, baby. (And maybe even drugs, too, but it's a non-issue, because in that respect, I'm a good girl, always.) Allow me to make a list, because I like lists. (See right panel for confirmation of this fact. ^_^* ,V..)

  • Sex::
    • Is a distinct possibility.
    • Is a possibility I don't object to.
    • Would put a decided end to my virginity. (but that's a given)
    • Is a great, wonderful thing if done for the right reasons.
    • It just so happens I have said reasons.
  • Cars::
    • It just so happens I've found one I might buy.
    • I'm supposed to go check it out a second time tonight.
    • My daddy should be coming with.
    • I already left a 60$ deposit with the people.
    • I have car that doesn't run. (and the engine is out
    • I really want this one, it's nice.
  • Rock and Roll::
    • There's a Tool concert Monday.
    • It's at Madison Square Garden.
    • I have tickets for me.
    • And Bunny.
    • And Keef.
    • My mommy is worried that something bad might happen, due to the timing and location.
    • I kind of am too.
    • However, I am going.
    • It's going to be fun, because I said so.

I think that covers it. I'm taking the 5:15 tomorrow from Boston to Penn station in NYC, and from there I'm taking the Green line all the way to Madison. I should be there around... 9:40 or so.
Then on Tuesday, I'm leaving from Penn./NYC at 2:30, and I'll be home by 8-something. (Can you tell which direction means more to me at this point?)
I'm pretty much all packed, I just have a few things I need to let dry, or just plain wait to pack, due to the nature of the items. (Mainly my bath bag.) I'm travelling light, since I'm only going for the weekend, and all. My purse, my bookbag, and a wee suitcase are it. I'm about fifty kinds of excited, and my head is all full of everything I need to get done before I leave, too. It's a noisy place to be right now, inside my head.

Chattering onward, upward, over, under, and through,
~Ji-sama

Oi
Wednesday, September 26, 2001 - 08:01 p.m.

I am freaking tired.
I woke up at 5 this morning. I was in the office at 6. I left around 6:45. (I would have left a good fifteen minutes sooner, but my mother felt compelled to tell me about her freakish nightmares over the phone. O.o;) *grunt* I wanted to return an ugly bra purchased for me (don't ask, just... don't ask) and I couldn't due to lack of a receipt. Boo.

Yay for people that call back about cars! I'm supposed to go look at one over in Epping tomorrow. Oh... wish me luck. I'd lay it all down in painful detail if I wasn't so fuxoring tired. Truely I would.

Pray for me? I'm hoping my dad will do as he said he would, and back me up. I'm calling in that oft-promised favor perhaps a little prematurely, but it's important that I make the drive down to New Jersey this weekend. For more than just the concert and even more than seeing Rob. It's important because it would be irrefutable proof of independance in the form of mobility, and capability thereof. My mother really doesn't want to aid me in renting a car, and at this point, it's my best fall-back option. Yeah, pray for me.

Tomorrow, I have the option of going in earlier than 10:30. I think I'll opt to sleep in. This weekend is going to be a pissah (how's that for New Englander?) and I still have to get up early-early on Friday and Saturday. Soooo... yeah, sleep? It's my best friend. I already have 42 hours. Anything at this point is solid overtime. YAY! Mmm... money for stuff.

Didn't get a chance to work on the resume during the day. Did finish balancing check book. (I think) Did call about cars. Did get a response. Did set up an appointment to look at one, and I have a backup, as well. Didn't work on pages, didn't update anything Tower. Haven't posted and don't really plan to. Ah, the life of the lazy.

Ciao,
~Ji-sama

Who needs sleep?
Aka: Ji is wired.
Aka: w00t!
Tuesday, September 25, 2001 - 10:39 a.m.

Soooo, like, Saturday, I'm going down to New Jersey, and, and.... Rob's gonna be there. Wowsah. My brain empties of all other thought, dwelling on that. It's so cool.

And, uhm. Stuff. I dunno. I'm trying to do this at work, and... it's not turning out too well. Maybe I should do this when I can think. But notes to self: update MDB (no, that's not dave mattews band out of order), do resume, look for a frigging car, attempt to convince mother that I am capable of making a big drive like that.

Fun.
~ji-sama
Addendum: 12:56pm
Oh, by the way, one of the cars I emailed about yesterday? They were only selling the snow tires. O.o; Fuxor. Oh well. Got one more I can call on...
Addendum: 6:35pm
Monkey fuck! That other car is already sold! >,<
Well, now what?

Aishiteru

Ruminations
Monday, September 24, 2001 - 07:10 p.m.

I'm sleepy. I was up at a quarter of 7 this morning. I went to bed around 8 last night. My circadian rhythm is about as smooth and even as the Mass. turnpike. Yeah.

I spent for-frigging-ever yesterday looking for a bank statement. Today, I was again looking for it, and going to just sit down and do what I could, and there was an upside down paper on the table, I turned it over, it was the statement. Where this statement had been hiding before that very moment, I do not for the life of me know.

I am so in love with my boyfriend.
Wow.
It is so good to be able to say that again. It's true, though. He makes me insanely happy. He is smart, cute, endearing, thoughtful, clever, silly (oh, very silly), precious, dedicated in what he chooses to hold on to (such as, thank all gods, me), practical, impractical, resourceful, a quick learner, a good teacher, he's got a whisper that melts me effortlessly, and a smile that haunts my thoughts. And this weekend...

I want to make every second of this weekend count. Right now, I should be working on my resume. Yes I should. I shall do that momentarily. I want to finish recording my thoughts, here. But my Bunny, my Rob, my sweetness and light, went to all the trouble of finding all kinds of resume-related links for me, so it would behoove me to put them to use.

Know what? I've got more I could write, but it occurs to me that the resume thing is more important.

Abayo!
~Ji-sama

d@m@ge
9-23-01~3:30am --

I had an idea of what I wanted to write when I first showed up at this little "make an entry" page, but what, I can't rightly remember.

It's a new day. It has been for about three and a half hours now. It puts me a week away from... what? New Jersey, is what. And Rob. *big ol' melty sigh* He's been such a saving grace, such a presence. I think I'm sort of already taking him for granted, or aspects of him for granted, but at the same time, I am grateful for the opportunity to be that comfortable with someone again on a deep, intimate level, sooooo the two things sort of negate one another, leaving a nice, happy, grey little medium. She's cute, she bakes cookies, and the dog likes her. No, it's not late, not at all. nuh uh.

I really like him a lot, which is great, because I love him, too. The two pair so beautifully.

I harbor affections for other people, but I like to think I am mature enough to know where the lines lay. (Not to mention the sheer and simple fact that no one is able to hold a candle to him.) Of course, there have been times when this has not been the case, but I slipped up, and allowed things to happen which definately should not have, and I do believe that is something I shall continue to regret. I am much like my father in that I believe life should not be lived dwelling on regrets. That's not really living. "Suck it, regrets, it's Alisa-chan time!" Oh, wait, maybe not quite that. ^_^;

I seriously love all my friends. Each in their own way, and I like to think that most of them know that, and I like to think that I act according to that. I utterly refuse to freak out, and get paranoid, and then despondant, and feel I'm repressing a part of me. I am going to continue to be me. I just need to employ a bit more discretion. It's a valuable thing to have at your command anyway.

I'm rambling. It's late. Or early. Whatever. I haven't slept too well all week, but I elected to stay up tonight, because, well, I did. Tomorrow, I'm going to get up at noon, and clean this pig sty of a room. Hopefully I'll find that missing bank statement. If not, maybe the online banking thing will have what I need.

Monday, unless something goes horribly amiss, I'm going car shopping with mom. Here's hoping. If that falls through, it is a train for sure. Boo to that.

And I pop over here, ignoring demands to go to bed, because I felt the need to scribble my life story on a speck of silicon. It's so amusing. Except then I get the sneaking suspicion that now I'm doing wrong. IM can be such a drain. Life is such a drain. Why am I still awake?

Mood: Blurgh
Music: Live - Call Me a Fool (is that it? GAH! Can't remember!)
Wish: That tomorrow will run a little less awkwardly.
Edit: 9-28-01 11:23am

~Ji-sama

Quotations from today

Gia at (4:29:50 PM): fuzz fuzz fuzz
Harukaze Kirou (4:29:59 PM): fuzzums!
Gia at (4:31:01 PM): fuzzy-wuzzy-wuzza bear!
Harukaze Kirou (4:31:37 PM): fuzzy wuzzy had no hair
Harukaze Kirou (4:31:52 PM): fuzzy-wuzzy wasn't fuzzy was he?
Gia at (4:32:03 PM): fuzzy-wuzzy-wuzzn't vurry fuzzy-wuz-he?
Gia at (4:40:54 PM): fook this, I goin' home

Harukaze Kirou: Today its earth, fire, water and wind.
Gia at : ooh
Gia at : how I Ching/Card Captor Sakura of you
Harukaze Kirou: I CHING wench.
Gia at : /pagan
Gia at : /70's band
Gia at : no, wait
Gia at : that was just earth wind and fire

Harukaze Kirou: Sis, you're taken, I wouldn't be oggling your breasts :p

Bookwurm55: O_o
Bookwurm55: heh-heh-heh

Gia at : ?!?!
Gia at : "Taxidermy Ln."
Gia at : WTF?!

LiveOvercome: So everything's okay right?
Gia at : yeah
Gia at : I just have to take inventory
Gia at : figure out what's next
Gia at : kinda go "Ok G, ya got the dollars, you've got the sense, what're you gonna spend it on?"

Gia at : you and me and rob and dan and matt and aaron and mikeru and uhmm... .oO(Should I include more chicks?) people, should all get a house, and stuff. ^_^*
Bookwurm55: YES
Gia at : 'cause that would fooking roxor

Bookwurm55: *discreet high5* 2 girls, 6 guys *g*
Gia at : hee hee hee
Gia at : right on
Gia at : *loves her boys*
Bookwurm55: yes, quite
Gia at : some more than others... but, ya know, it's all good

Bookwurm55: hey, is idyllicism a word?
Bookwurm55: it sounds cool as hell...
Gia at : I don't think so, but it'd make a good album title
Gia at : New from Plastic Yeti: IdyllIcIsm

saucy panda: I need some hot chicks to get online
Gia at : (yell face)
saucy panda: those are really the only irl people I'll talk to
saucy panda: heh, I mean irl, G
Gia at : ^_^* aaah Gia at : I was gonna say!
saucy panda: lol
Gia at : (I am so easy to placate)

Gia at : anybody with half a mind uses the key pad for #, why don't they just make the top row !@#$%^&*() and cut out the shift key business?
Gia at : Or make a kind of "caps lock" for just that row? saucy panda: yeah!
Gia at : it'd save shift keys, in the end
Gia at : keyboards would last longer, I say
saucy panda: it's prolly because old keyboards didn't have the number thing on the side and they never bothered to change it
Gia at : and if they wanted to be really cool, they'd make it ! and then another symbol
Gia at : So then you'd have, like % and ° on the same key
saucy panda: how do you get that sign anyway?
Gia at : $ and ˘
Gia at : Alt+0176
Gia at : alt+0162 is ˘
saucy panda: hmmm
Gia at : Dude, I should patent that idea, or some shizit, and sell it for mucho $$ to dell or summat
Gia at : summat=something like that, in my ghetto slur

saucy panda: too much lucubration, lately :-(

saucy panda: *eats chicken*:-D
saucy panda: did you hear how I ended up with this chicken?
Gia at : no!
Gia at : where the hell did that come from?
saucy panda: there was a tailgate party which no one really showed up to, so they had like a million boxes of chicken left over. When it came time for the band party after the game, someone took all that chicken over to it. There was like an entire wall of chicken outside (I swear, I have never seen so much food at one party). A little of it got eaten, but they were basically forcing people to take the chicken home if we wanted to leave. It wasn't necessary, since right around 1:00, there was a massive chicken pillage, but they gave me a trash bag to carry it all home with
saucy panda: one guy left with a giant box full of like 30 boxes of chicken
Gia at : *laughs!*
saucy panda: it was pretty crazy
saucy panda: I was under the pool table laying on my back for like half an hour or something
Gia at : nice party
saucy panda: heh, the party itself wasn't all that great, but I was so out of it from several weeks of 3:00 am lucubration

Gia at : Buck scares me
KS1Dragon: hes still a good guy
Gia at : O.o
Gia at : as you say, Keef

KS1Dragon: oh God... buck made an account for the boards...
Gia at : I think I'll make his title "senior citizen"

CLAUDIA sue52: you got a package
Gia at : cool
Gia at : is it ticking

IICM7: guess what's happening end of october
Gia at : mmmmmmm...............
IICM7: *tickle*
Gia at : They're gonna crown me miss universe in a startling coup de tet?
IICM7: *snaps fingers*
who told you?!
Gia at : *mwahahaha*
Gia at : ^_~* Silly boy, it was my idea all along!
IICM7: oh...
IICM7: well *cough* i have ms. USA and ms. Venezuela bound and gagged in my room
IICM7: *cackle*

Giania Lilan: I have way too much shit open
Bookwurm55: *faints with laughter*
Giania Lilan: ?
Bookwurm55: that just... sounded funny
Giania Lilan: gotcha
Giania Lilan: ^_~* little less pot for you, jazz woman
Bookwurm55: less pot? never!

Ajahemperor: I'll be here.
Ajahemperor: With bells on.
Giania Lilan: And pants?

Giania Lilan: I have to go be Responsible Ji-sama now.
Waiyaddo no Dan: *scoffs*

Giania Lilan: just admit it!
Giania Lilan: Confession is good for the soul!
IICM7: rofl
IICM7: if you're catholic =P
IICM7: jewish people are anti-confession
Giania Lilan: touché, but you avoid the question *sly peer*
IICM7: and i am chanukah smurf
Giania Lilan: ^_~* you're not jewish
Giania Lilan: *bzzt*
IICM7: heehee
Giania Lilan: you're horny smurf and you know it!
IICM7: who said jewish smurfs weren't horny?
IICM7: =P
Giania Lilan: *giggle*
Giania Lilan: Me!

IICM7: wha'ts most useful when it's broken?
IICM7: (it's a riddle)
Giania Lilan: an egg
IICM7: good job!
Giania Lilan: thanks!
IICM7: i dunno if that's teh answer
IICM7: but it sounds rihgt

Giania Lilan: Rob got to meet Ed Kowalczyk
waterlilly2842: really?
Giania Lilan: yeah!
waterlilly2842: WTF is that?
Giania Lilan: There's even a picture to prove it
Giania Lilan: The lead guy from Live?
waterlilly2842: oh, ok
waterlilly2842: he's hot

waterlilly2842: shit thought. #1 problem-how am I going to tell my parents?
waterlilly2842: I'm going to Texas rather than coming home
Giania Lilan: Tell them when you get back. =D

whadafu?
Gia at : *mutter* Ya know, there are going to be people who're going to take the upcoming military action and turn it into another abortion debate
Gia at : Well sorry, but those bastard crack babies aren't going to get adopted by anybody but God
Gia at : I guess some dumb-ass woman called into a radio station and said something to the equivelent of "you know, in all this, I haven't heard one word about forgiveness"
Gia at : What in the dear sweet fuck is she talking about? What demented product of too much exposure to 80's child rearing techniques is that?

Blog Blog Blog
Thursday, September 20, 2001 - 11:30
I don't much know what to put in here. I'm better at posting than I am blogging. This whole journal bit is a little beyond me. It's sort of like what they had me do back in fifth grade. Except everybody gets to read it, not just the teacher. Who will then scribble in a few comments like "That's nice." or "Hope the weekend goes well for you." or "Uh oh, hope so-and-so gets better soon." Comments that make you wonder how many extra hours some of them would like in a day to formulate real responses. If a teacher wants to get good journal entries, that can be responded to, they should set up a board, or have a blog created, or maybe a couple blogs, for the students to write to. That'd be a good idea, wouldn't it?

I'm babbling again, aren't I? I apparently do that a lot.

I have no friends.:(..

And if you're wondering what the last two items have to do with one another, let me enlighten you to how my trains of thought collide messily within my pea brain. Be prepared for a big list, or maybe a few small ones.

I've lived here for around three years.
"Here" is northern New England, more specifically New Hampshire.
In that time, I attended two different high schools, swapping between the two a total of three times.
I gave up on high school after my sophomore year was finished.
(I got my GED.)
The time lived in one area never exceeded six months, until last October, when we finally found a solid place to live.
I started working shortly thereafter.
In that time frame, I still had not made any friends locally.

In the time frame of that October till now, I still do not consider myself as having friends. This was proven to me with the assistance of a co-worker I was giving a ride home to on Saturday. I was going on in brief intervals about nothing in particular, as I've a wont to do. He said to me: "G you're babbling again." To which I replied: "Well, yes, it's a thing I do." Which was met with less enthusiasm than I would have hoped for. I like this guy, we get along well during work. Beyond work, I see little hope for any kind of actual, lasting friendship. He and I seem to have an odd relationship, a quasi-friendship that just won't quite decide what to be. Or maybe it's just that I share too much and expect people to glomp onto me like I do them. -_-;

I think I'll end this little road to no where right here.

Abayo,
Ji-chan

Five minute Break for my Brain
Friday, September 7, 2001 - 02:49 p.m.

Yeah, what the title says. Whooooof, what a day. Busy from the get-go, when I finally got up, that is. ^_^* I kept hitting the snooze button in vauge attempt to pretend that I could make up for poor sleep with more poor sleep. (Theo, can ya hear me, man?) It didn't work.

I dreamt about a biplane made of clouds, and it hit the bridge myself and others were standing on, and dissolved, leaving a lone helicopter propeller that sort of meandered in the wind. And I dreamt about someone's mom getting pushed off a building. (It was odd, at times, it seemed like my mother, at times, it was Marge Simpson, and at times, I don't know who it was.) I dimly recall awakening, stuffy and blubbering like a fool. As a rule, I appreciate my nightmares, and rather enjoy them. It's one of the few things I like to break down and pour over looking for meanings. (Unlike poetry and art and literature, which I take at the value my eyes first give them, rather than applying a textbook ideal to it all.) This, however, was very non-cool. Anti-cool. The opposite of cool.

Soooo, I got up, and peeked in at the Tower, and chit-chatted with the few people online while waiting for the bathroom. When that opened up, I half-hollared down the hall a vauge request to drive into work today which was decidedly ignored. Sort of like yesterday. Sort of like every day. I'm used to it.

After I got out, I got a warm surprise in the form of Aaronsama being on. ^_^* Generally, by the time he shows up at night, I'm tied into every other stinking thing, and I ignore him, more or less. Not a good thing to do, because I love my Aaronsama, but it's what happens. I shall not lie. ^_^* Aaronsama is so much fun. I still say he and I need to get an apartment and a kitty.

Work has been... worky. I dunno, seems like there's too much to talk about to put all in one little outburst. I did get my 40 hours in last week, plus 5 over. w00t! And 8 hours of Holiday, thanks to Labor Day. My next paycheck is going to rock the Casbah. Or at least my bank account. I need to quit spending. Entirely. I need to be looking at cars, and insurance, and so forth. I've got to be ready to drive 4 hours by the end of this month. I actually think I can do that. I'll just make a lot of stops. Or maybe just take it all at a whack. Gotta see what kind of driver I am first. Of course, FIRST and FOREMOST, I have to get my bleeding licence. Monday Monday Monday, I must go in and test. And pass. And emerge victorious from that oh-so frightening battlefield that is licence-less land.

Wish me luck. I may need it.

~Ji-sama.

W00t!
Wednesday, September 5, 2001 - 12:56 p.m.
Well well well. A new space provider for me? Fancy that. I'll work on this more later on, you know, when I'm coherant, and not at work. ^_^*