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Friday, January 07, 2005

I'm an ass-hole
I think I may have visably winced when a new acquaintance told me her fiance was a drama major.

I had a very strange dream about bioluminescent fish. And the Kennedy's.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Work related or not...
I never imagined I'd be the type of girl with a bright green pencil box labeled "hot glue sticks."

Every plant I bring into my home is doomed to certain death, but the ones that I have in my windowless, flourescent office thrive like kudzu? What other kind of cellular growth should I be worried about?

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

There is something about the way schools smell
The cafeteria is the first thing you notice, that cooked cabbage and french fry smell that hits you as you walk in the door.
But then there is the gym. Before the locker rooms get offensive, there is a rubbery, fresh paint and lacquer smell to a high school gym.
The industrial carpets, freshly washed over the long winter break, smell alternately of astroturf and ammonia.
You can smell the factory fragrance of new school clothes begrudgingly received as Christmas presents when all they really wanted was a new cell phone, car or boob/nose job.
You can smell the disappointment.

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

I wouldn't describe myself as a romantic...
In fact, recently when asked flat out whether I would consider myself a romantic, I did the honest thing and said "no."

I think there is a chalky line between being sentimental and being romantic. Romanticism I view as something conjured, something fake. I do not believe that people are inherently romantic, but rather sentimental enough to fabricate some romance.

Candlelight is ambient.
Roses are fragrant.
Candy is sweet.
Sunsets pink and orange.

Romance is intentional, fabricated and a little overplayed.
Cynicism, on the other hand...

Monday, January 03, 2005

my invincible summer
Siding with Ms. Comrade and wishing that the bulk of 2004 would dissolve into a distant memory, I have tried to cobble together some of the things that have made the last year tolerable and some things that will help ensure 2005 will be the turn-around year.

a few things I liked about 2004:
Jackson in the spring
Tequila Sunrises
Bella Coola
Sarasota
the resurgence of the poncho
pinhole photography
The Arcade Fire
metallic sharpies
my mom
Minnesota
City of God
petit fours
Rosalind Russell
ReadyMade

a few things to look forward to
new job
new city
ipod
Arrested Development
spring break
paraphrasing Camus
new art
more art
less tv
more reading
more exercise
more letter writing
a clean house
a yard sale

Daisy, it's the new me.
I'm telling you, bloggers, it's going to be a phenominal year.
Yours,
Mame.

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
-Albert Camus

A Series of Unfortunate Events
My brilliant plan to combat jet lag backfired. Before the semester was over I signed up to fill someone's dj shift today. I thought that would keep from sleeping too much and get me back to a normal schedule. Well, the person after me didn't show, or I'm beginning to think that I actually signed up for four hours. No one is around; so, I'm stuck here. Dead tired. It's times like these that I'm glad I know a little something about long droney instrumentals.
I don't know when I'll get to a full description of the trip. If I knew how to post pictures, I would. Here a few points of interests:
Just so you know, the tsunami did not affect Hong Kong; however, many tourists from Hong Kong died. New Year's Eve celebrations were canceled or subdued.
The crowds everywhere were massive. It's your worst shopping nightmare times 10.
I ate alot of seafood. This is quite an accomplishment for me, considering I dislike it.
More later...I've got to concentrate on staying awake.

Back to work
Rather than grade the projects piled on my desk, I've chosen to check email and blogs this morning. Being away for 2 weeks makes my job even more unbearable.

Driving in today I saw a shooting star and in the back of my head I was hoping that it was some sort of missile heading for metro Atlanta. That would assure me a few more days at home...

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Christmas? check.
New Year's? check.
Unbelievably neglected house during the holidays? double check.


Something loud-sounding just fell in the living room but I'm neither interested nor concerned about what it is. If it broke then it's one less thing I have to put away or clean today.

We missed the Agent. She was, as you see from her last post, in the East for the bulk of it. We also missed Ms. Comrade, who bailed at the last minute on our New Year's trip to the mountains.

As for the rest of you lot, we couldn't give a piss. Oh wait, I mean:
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and viva la 2005!
Yours,
Mame.

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