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Friday, April 11th, 2003
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2:50 am - wow, just for the record and all
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hey look at that. tax time, two years later. i just went back and read my own dream and i gotta say, i haven't had a dream that interesting in qute some time. also the i key on my keyboard sporadically doesn't work.
buty anyway. i have a new homepage. which is where you should come to check it. or somethng like that. because with blogger i can make t look like anything i want, though even blogger does not fix my i key.
http://homepage.mac.com/evilstan
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| Monday, April 16th, 2001
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12:16 pm - good ol' tax day.
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stupid fucking taxes.
it's not the paying money i object to, so much as filling out the fucking forms and trying to make everything right.
actually i object to the money too, but the filing process is by far more irritating.
and you'd think that what with all the money state and federal are getting, they could at least waive postage. but noooooo.
current mood: irritated
current music: Battle Hymn of the Eristocracy, 'cuz Eris wouldn't make me pay taxes.
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| Saturday, April 7th, 2001
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3:35 pm - sleepy
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the good kind of sleepy, where you're not really tired, but you just go back to sleep for half an hour at a time because you can.
of course, now i have to get up and get some cash so i can put money on my brown card so i can photocopy an article i need for a paper that i got an extension on till tuesday by telling the professor that my computer died and i had to reformat.
no more little naps for me. but i'll have money and i'll be right next to tealuxe! and this is a perfect tea day. and then, after i'm done working in the sci-li i can drop in on some of my friends who are doing a 30-hour improv show. poor things. they started at 10 last night and are going till midnight tonight. and they hit the red bull waaaaaay too early, speaking of sleepy.
current music: the spinning of my hard drive. it's a nice kind of white noise.
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| Tuesday, March 20th, 2001
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9:42 pm
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well wouldn't you know it, there's a character limit on the music field.
And the White House burned burned burned, and we're the ones who did it!
It burned burned burned while the President ran and cried!
It burned burned burned and things were very historical,
And the Americans ran and cried like a bunch of little babies wah wah wah
In the War of 1812!
current mood: so there.
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9:37 pm - laundry
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i just came upstairs carrying a whole handful of bras fresh from the washer (y'know, that whole elastic-in-heat thing... dryer evilbad) -- i felt like nothing so much as a regency-era gamesman carrying a brace of rabbits or pheasants or somesuch. it was very very odd. i was kinda hoping that someone would come along and see me with my handful of bras, but alas, it was not to be.
acrylic was obviously first used as a clothes item by someone who didn't live where they have static electricity. there's nothing quite like sticking your arm into the dryer and having _every_ hair stick straight out. not my first choice of clothing. that's what cotton is for, dammit. and silk, when mommy is feeling guilty for abandoning me to the horrors of the east coast.
so one of the reasons i'm doing laundry is because i'm packing for spring break... and this being my senior year the m.o. for this break is "cram as much as you possibly can into as small a space as possible, and hope that you won't need it for the rest of the semester". oh dear lord. i had no idea it was possible to fit soooo much into a dorm room. i feel like i haven't even made a dent.
actually that goes for my work this semester too. but that's another story, and shall be told at another time.
current music: Three Dead Trolls in a Baggie! Yay! "And the White House burned burned burned and we're the ones who did it! It burned burned burned while the president ran and cried! It burned burned burned and things were very historical, and the americans ran and crie
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| Friday, March 16th, 2001
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2:15 pm - to sleep, perchance to dream...
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i had this absolutely bizzare dream. it was, don't laugh, rather deus-ex-ish... i had to sneak into somewhere (a ship?) and blow it up, but there was a team of (i thought) security down there so i was shooting at them with my nice silenced sniper rifle... but i found out it was only a sniper bb gun. which wasn't working very well, but if i hit someone right between the eyes it would still kill them so that was all ok. but i felt really bad because there was one guy -- the first guy i killed in this dream -- that i shot before i realized that it was a bb gun. so he was like rolling around on the floor in pain before i finally figured out the between-the-eyes thing.
but there was this one guy... who no matter how many times i shot him with my sniper bb gun just woudn't drop... dammit, it was really frustrating, so i figured out the way to eliminate him was to kill one of his colleagues, because then he would stay and protect the body.
so i did that.
but then i found out (i don't remember how) that this group of people was _another_ organization with the same goal as mine. dammit! so i'd been eliminating the assistance! grr!
so i went and apologized to this one guy, who was still guarding his friend's body -- i had to crawl through a 2-foot high passage to get to him, and it was really weird b/c he was covered in little tiny wounds where the bbs had hit him... he accepted my apology - was really nice about it in fact, and then just to prove that he was ok he did some ridiculously gymnastic thing off of the catwalk where we were... and while he was holding himself up with one arm still managed to write me a little note (on one of those florist greeting cards. i dunno. talk to my subconscious about it.)
and then he kissed me. which was not a bad thing at all since he kinda looked like a cross between jonny lee miller, sting, and the guy who played mark antony in the production i was working on over the summer. and he was a good kisser. let me restate that. he was a fucking amazing kisser.
then he took me to meet the leader of his organization, so i could apologize to him for killing so many of his agents. we sat down at a table in a restaurant, and there were grapes at each place setting, but no silverware, and then a waiter brought up a greasy burger and big basket of fries, which apparently the leader guy had ordered... and he came over to the table and sat down, and i stood up and bowed to him because he wouldn't shake hands, and then my alarm went off.
i dunno.
current mood: intrigued
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| Thursday, March 15th, 2001
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12:20 am - the ides of march!
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oh it's the ides of march now! and it's all exciting and stuff because some friends and i are going to read julius caesar later today and there will be whole lots of us and scripts tied in purple ribbons because purple is the imperial color. yay!
a couple friends of mine celebrated 100 hours of monogamy last night (privately, nudge nudge wink wink). they're so cute. but they make me miss my roviemonster. why o why must it be so difficult/expensive to get to montana?
the boy is coming tomorrow. which ought to be interesting since i'm in a much more rovieish mood right at the moment. but wait, you say, aren't you always? and you say it teasingly, but not really. and i say, wellllllllllll, and dodge the question. but seriously. sometimes i'm in a mindset where i can deal with boy, and sometimes, like now, i'm a bit shaky on that one. this weekend is shaping up to be very full and busy and possibly messy quite without the presence of boy. which perhaps his presence will help alleviate, but on the other hand i'm pretty confident that i'm not going to want to talk with much of anyone sunday night. on the drama. and the trauma. trauma rhymes with drama. coincidence? i think not.
last weekend was fun, though that was also the cause of part of the drama. and part of the being in the mood for rovie. sometimes you just need a girlfriend. there's also the fact that boy won't kiss me when i've had a drink. we really need to change this.
oh so conflicted. i love boy, but i've never lusted after him. there's never flashing neon signs that say . not as often anyway. of course, i'm never drunk in his company either, she said wryly.
i've just discovered that the above will only work using netscape navigator. msie doesn't support the blink tag.
oh well. this all has had nothing to do with the ides of march. except for the first bit.
i have a paper to write. bah.
current mood: rambling
current music: "Underground" from the Labyrinth soundtrack. weirdness.
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| Sunday, March 11th, 2001
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5:51 am
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and here i failed to commemorate my first livejournal posting. i'm such an imood bitch usually.
we'll see if that tag works coming from the mac client.
ok, now it's time for bed.
current mood: deflowered
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5:17 am
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fuckin tired. long long day.
first good, then sketchy in a not-so-good way.
my throat hurts from being up too long.
and it will just be another long day tomorrow.
but my rovie is better! (ish)
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