6.10.05
Hello again... it's been a little over a year since the last time I wrote and I'll tell you what, a lot has changed. As I read my last entry I realized that I had an unrealistic grasp on my life at the time. But then again the scary part is that at the time I thought I was right. So how do I know that what I am thinking now is right? How can I ever trust my own judgement again? Life is very uncomfortable like that. I want my blankie.
8.9.04
How many more voters are you going to kill monkey boy??
11.8.04
I was informed the other day that I have not been keeping up with my blog, and while I am a rather private person not wanting to parade my personal life around for all to judge me I suppose it is rather unfair that I indulge myself in the personal lives of others while hoarding mine all for myself. So here's the scoop on me for the last four months minus the gruesome details.
My man has been home from Iraq now for about 3 months. We lived together in my slum-like, tiny, attic apartment and had a rather rocky reunion. We established that we are in love and never going to part ways but realized that maybe we are not yet ready to live together. So we decided that when we moved to my new place he would start looking for a place of his own and we would try that for a while. You see, in our minds we have two options, be together and be happy or be together and be unhappy. To some we may seem like idiots... "Why not just break up?" But it's not that easy, war does funny things to people. Let's just leave it at that (remember? I said minus the gruesome details)
I have now moved into my new apartment, a rather lovely place but just enough flaws in it that whatever dings I put in the walls will go un-noticed when the returning of the deposit takes place.
Throughout the summer I have been working at the same job (lab assistant on campus for those of you who 'forgot') but only part time. You see, my boss thought I was graduating this year and hired another assistant to do my job, so the two of us have been doing the work of one (me) and getting paid less than what we had been counting on. Though the money has not been POURING in, I have been getting by just fine and the fact that I can come and go as I please is an added bonus.
When Ryan and I decided that it was time he find a place of his own I made the decision to get a kitten. I explained I was tired of coming home to an empty apartment. When asked why not just get a roommate, I went on to explain all the differences between a roommate and a cat. To me it all seems obvious and logical but I guess he just needed some help.
The kitten is part Siamese and very energetic. He's all black and has two white toes on his back foot. He's got giant ears and feet. And he has no name... yet. I was going to name him something goofy like Roofus or Squirt but then realized that was just dumb. So then I was looking into naming him something from the Laotian language. You know, since he's part Siamese and Siam is now Lao.... it seems like the right thing to do, to keep him in touch with his ancestral background.
But as I sit here today writing to you I am a bit distraught. You see as I was getting ready to come to work I stepped outside to shake off a rug and turned only to find that I had locked myself out of my apartment. And of course, my neighbors: no where to be found. So with no shoes, no purse and most importantly no phone, I walked across the street to the bus and had the bus driver (who was very nice) call the base and have them call my boyfriend who 1) never carries his phone with him while he's at work and 2) even if he did have his phone with him, doesn't answer calls from numbers he doesn't know. So why have a phone you may ask? I wonder too sometimes. So the bus driver offered to drive me to campus, I accepted and here I sit. Waiting for 1) Ryan to check his voicemail on his lunch break and come get me from work and let me into our apartment or 2) 5 or 6 o'clock to roll around when Ryan will get off work and realize he's gotten 35 voicemails from his girlfriend begging him to come get her and take her home.
So I guess there's a lesson to be learned in this whole ordeal... a roommate would beable to unlock a door in a situation such as this, whereas a cat cannot due to lack of opposable thumbs....
My man has been home from Iraq now for about 3 months. We lived together in my slum-like, tiny, attic apartment and had a rather rocky reunion. We established that we are in love and never going to part ways but realized that maybe we are not yet ready to live together. So we decided that when we moved to my new place he would start looking for a place of his own and we would try that for a while. You see, in our minds we have two options, be together and be happy or be together and be unhappy. To some we may seem like idiots... "Why not just break up?" But it's not that easy, war does funny things to people. Let's just leave it at that (remember? I said minus the gruesome details)
I have now moved into my new apartment, a rather lovely place but just enough flaws in it that whatever dings I put in the walls will go un-noticed when the returning of the deposit takes place.
Throughout the summer I have been working at the same job (lab assistant on campus for those of you who 'forgot') but only part time. You see, my boss thought I was graduating this year and hired another assistant to do my job, so the two of us have been doing the work of one (me) and getting paid less than what we had been counting on. Though the money has not been POURING in, I have been getting by just fine and the fact that I can come and go as I please is an added bonus.
When Ryan and I decided that it was time he find a place of his own I made the decision to get a kitten. I explained I was tired of coming home to an empty apartment. When asked why not just get a roommate, I went on to explain all the differences between a roommate and a cat. To me it all seems obvious and logical but I guess he just needed some help.
The kitten is part Siamese and very energetic. He's all black and has two white toes on his back foot. He's got giant ears and feet. And he has no name... yet. I was going to name him something goofy like Roofus or Squirt but then realized that was just dumb. So then I was looking into naming him something from the Laotian language. You know, since he's part Siamese and Siam is now Lao.... it seems like the right thing to do, to keep him in touch with his ancestral background.
But as I sit here today writing to you I am a bit distraught. You see as I was getting ready to come to work I stepped outside to shake off a rug and turned only to find that I had locked myself out of my apartment. And of course, my neighbors: no where to be found. So with no shoes, no purse and most importantly no phone, I walked across the street to the bus and had the bus driver (who was very nice) call the base and have them call my boyfriend who 1) never carries his phone with him while he's at work and 2) even if he did have his phone with him, doesn't answer calls from numbers he doesn't know. So why have a phone you may ask? I wonder too sometimes. So the bus driver offered to drive me to campus, I accepted and here I sit. Waiting for 1) Ryan to check his voicemail on his lunch break and come get me from work and let me into our apartment or 2) 5 or 6 o'clock to roll around when Ryan will get off work and realize he's gotten 35 voicemails from his girlfriend begging him to come get her and take her home.
So I guess there's a lesson to be learned in this whole ordeal... a roommate would beable to unlock a door in a situation such as this, whereas a cat cannot due to lack of opposable thumbs....
19.4.04
Whoever came up with the saying, "No news is good news" never had a loved one in a war zone...
16.4.04
Appointing Bush as Commander in Chief for the United States Army is like asking someone who has only taken ELEMENTARY music to compose and perform a world class symphony.....
19.3.04
Its frustrating how the last few minutes (or months, rather) of a journey seem to go by the slowest....
best way to beat it is to keep busy, I guess.....
best way to beat it is to keep busy, I guess.....
11.3.04
"George Bush... you don't know whether to give him a nooggie, or kick him in the groin!"
