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| I felt nostalgia for xanga today. unfortunately, I dont have anything to say. I cant even think of things to write in my non-xanga blog. I think I have been nostalgic for things in general lately. I feel like I am getting old. I already have the daily habits of an old woman... and I am not even the old woman i imagined myself to be. I always wanted to be the scary cat lady who had the creepy house.. or the scary arty cat lady who made crazy art and put it in her front yard. I am more like the old lady who sits around, drools, and complains all day about back pain and soft foods. Ill have to go on a diet of thickened liquids, mashed peas, and morphine soon.
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| Haben sent me an email today scolding me for my pitiful weblog entry today. He reminded me that quantity and not quality was most important because he needs a time waster until fox sunday night programming comes on. Here is something to apease him momentarily.
After last nights escapade at the gay party, I havent much energy for much today. I have watched several bad movies... and ate bbq ruffles for breakfast. I then had a terrible terrible stomach ache, but I dont have any medicine, so I still have the stomach ache. I have been in my pajamas all day... though it is only 4pm.
I need milk. I need kitty litter (more badly than I can even stand).
I decided to move the kitty litter out of my room into the garage because it was making it unbearable to sleep. I would wake up in the middle of the night to stench and stinging eyes. Now...everytime I walk by the garage door, I nearly pass out. "why don't you clean it out?'- you say? well... I did... there isnt any poo in there.. just ammonia pee fumes...
my cat was confused when i first moved it. after breakfast this morning she was very agitated and disturbed that her potty box was missing... she just stood where it was supposed to be and cried loudly. She sounded really sad... she must have really really needed to poo. I stuck her in the garage with the litter box... later
she came to sit next to me and reeked of pee... so I am assuming that she found it ok.
Two nights ago I went to a birthday party. I was invited by ann and her friend from freshman year. He said there would be a lot of people... and I thought it would be a good opportunity to look for a husband, because most of his friends are doctors and investment bankers. I was all ready to go... got dolled up and everything to go banker hunting..
there werent very many people there. They were boring. They were so boring, I stared blankly at the tv with the sound off... it was 100 times more exciting than they were. They thought that asking a million questions was an appropriate way to socialize. Most of the girls there were medical students...
There was something strange about the way they carried themselves... they moved like cardboard. They seem stifled by their own bodies. They tried to ask me questions, but I told them I was busy watching TV. I think they hate me now. They talked about their "low income" patients, internal medicine, surgery class, and geriatrics. I dont fucking care what anyone says, but NO one is interested in geriatrics aside from making major bank!! As Ginfiend put it, "I am interested in watching people slowly die and shit all over themselves... " well, he said something like that. These people tried to tell funny stories when they toasted the birthday boy. They weren't funny. I didn't laugh. They tried to look stylish in their khakis and tucked in polo shirts... These are the type of people that think oral sex is kinky!!!! They probably think they are being creative when the girl is on top.
I just had no desire to talk about anything they were interested in... or joking around... or socializing... why do I have to waste my time doing that? I don't know why I am continuously exposed to these types of people. They are the kids that sat at a round table freshman year of college talking about what they got on their fucking SAT's.
I have been known to leave functions early and am often seen as being very rude... but... I never do anything I don't want to do. I am happier as a result. The way I evaluate a situation is... "is this where I want to be out of all the possible places I can be..and are these the people I want to spend time with out of all the possible people I can see right now?" I left shortly after "I love the 70's" ended on VH1. | | |
| I was unusually productive today at work. Usually I drool on myself and take a lot of smoke breaks.
no one appears to want to go to the movies with me today, fuckers!
Maybe Ill just get drunk in my office tonight. maybe I should move in here and become a campus entity... the old hag of meyer library. freshman will try to take peeks at me through the door... and I will scrape the walls when there are classes in session next door... its so fucking romantic!
but that may upset my plans to be the creepy old lady that lives alone with her cats and overgrown thorn garden. shit. | | |
| work update:
15 minutes: total time spent on skil orientation tutorial for Stanford University incoming fresman
3: number of mini candy bars I have eaten in the last 15 minutes.
5: number of hours I have been at "work"
75: number of dollars I have for being here all day.
I really need to get to work... they are going to fire me, arent they??
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