Shtuff

I really want summer weather to go away until next July. My apartment does not cool down enough at night and well, I just want my rain. (rain and snooooooooooooow...)

The Puff is The Cuteness.

I don't understand myspace or facebook. What do they do other than post comments and add friends? I did open a facebook account last year to see who some students are - I get names all day and see faces all day and it helped put a few together for me. But I have never put anything up or posted. It just seems weird. I'm fairly stuck in the dark ages of computing and technology.

The Smoker J. Bear is The Sweetness.

I became a permanent absentee voter today. As much as I like going to the polls and chatting with the folks there and never remembering my precinct, I only vote during the November elections and I don't want to continue that pattern. So I'll get my ballots sent to my home and that will prompt me to vote even during the 'less important' elections.

I found out the other night that Jager and Meister are still my enemies.

I am trying to figure out how to get out of going to Mexico next summer. No wait, I am trying to figure out how I got included in the list of 'yesses' since I was never even asked.

The Miss Tigs is the Prettiest Pretty Princess.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm too buddy buddy with some students. I just dig them so much and I'm grateful for their friendship.

I'm going to buy my new couch soon. Like in the next couple of weeks soon. Like in the totally can't wait soon. My old one is too shredded (thanks, Puff!) to donate so it'll be sent off to the dump. I feel guilt over that but I can't in good conscience donate it to anyone.

I'm going to Delirium on Tuesday. Hop, skip, jump, SQUEEEEEEE!

I really need to not be so passive aggressive. When will the latest model of the Porta-spine be out?

I don't think I have a Saturday to myself until 2007. That is The Fright.

And oh yeah, I found out one of my nearest, dearest and certainly one of my bestest has been diagnosed with lung cancer.

I'm going to go offline and put my sniping and griping back in perspective. I have an appointment for Confession tomorrow and I'm well about three months overdue.

Lord have mercy on my beloved M. And many, many thanks for allowing me to be in her life.

Thou Shalt Not Claim Ignorance

There oughtta be a law!

That people are required to remove election specific bumper stickers from their cars within 30 days of said election. Enough of the Kerry and/or Bush/Cheney stickers! No more W-04 stickers! No more "Like father, like son/one term!" stickers.

And don't put stickers straight on your paint, people.

Politically witty stickers are still allowed so long as they are not tied to a specific election or timeframe that is long past.

Make it stop!

!!!!!

That said, the boys celebrated the completion of their 11th trip around the sun yesterday. Miss Tigs celebrated the completion of her 11th 'got them out of my womb' trip around the sun yesterday. They got whitefish tuna for the feeding part and tons of loves for the social part of the day. They seemed rather happy and beautiful and perfect as usual. I hate them aging though. I'm just so thankful they are my beebles. I don't know what I did to deserve their perfection.

Dance dandy!

For many a year now, I've loved to-oops I mean I've loved- Shooglenifty.

My only sadness in their direction is that I have never seen them live. The only time I remember finding out they were in my hometown, my stead, my hood (etc) was in September 97 for Bumbershoot. But where was I? Oh yeah.

I was *leaving* Denver via aeroplane.

My first visit to the town of my most belovedest ever of professional football teams.

The day they opened their 1997 season. You know. The one they would go on to hit a 16-4 record including playoffs. The playoffs that culminated in a 31-24 win over the Packers. In the SuPeRbOwL!!!! The one that got them some jewelry. THAT season. The one that redeemed the ten thousand eight hundred eleven Superbowl losses they endured in grand fashion in the 1980's. (Gah! Oh the sad memories!)

But I digress. So we was returning to the Jet City on the Sunday the Mighty Mighty Men In Orange and Blue were opening their Season of Gloray against the Chiefs. Warlord (one of the travelmates) told me he scheduled our flight before the game so I couldn't go. Not that I could have ever afforded a ticket, but still. His bok-bok seahawkian chickenness couldn't handle five more hours at a mile high altitude so that I could have been happy.

What really put the bite on the day for me though was that while we were somewhere between the Centennial and Evergreen states, that my (yes, MY) Shooglenifty were hitting the stage at Bumbershoot. They were less than a mile from my home. And I was not here.

Foiled by the Warlord (payperdoooo!). Twice in one day. If he didn't make me laugh with abandon, I would hold a grudge. But I don't. Really. I just remember.

But now for the good news: Shooglenifty will be playing at the Tractor in a couple of weeks and I AM SO EXCITED I COULD SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I. Can't. Wait. *finally*

At any rate, check out the boys d'Shoogle and wear comfy clothes to move-n-groove in. Coz if your feet ain't a-shufflin' and your smile ain't expandin', well then we should talk. They done do make the heart smile with The Happy.

Boys!

Argh! Wish I didn't feel that/this way about a certain one. Argh again!

On one hand, I thought I was genuinely incapable of going ga-ga ever again so at least now I have proof of the opposite being true. Aside from being stoopid and shy and all nerdy when we're together, it's kind of fun to flirt. But then I'm generally stoopid and shy and nerdy so I can't fault this scenario. Though when I blushed a mad shade of beet today, I knew this display of geekdom was hitting a long unhit level.

With the other hand, I must smack myself for falling for this one. I mean *really*. Do I need to have it in for myself in such a manner? It *can't* happen, it *won't* happen, it *shouldn't* happen, I'll *die* if anything were to ever possibly think of happening, but dang if I can't go three minutes without visions of his purty lil head dancing through mine.

And the worst part is that what sealed the supercrush for me was our convos about faith - the one needful thing lacking in the others is the central point of his life. He loves Christ and lives it.

In other news, my dear sweet fellow misanthrope N finally responded to my message today. He won't be coming back to school (stoopid graduating) but at least we can go have a drink and yak about the good old days of yore. I'm so happy! Giddy, even. And it has nothing to do with him. I'm totally serious. Really.

Head, meet wall. Repeat until this is out of the system.

Glink. Merp. Zoinks. Halp. Halp. Oh halp.

sidewalk streetcar dance a goofy dance

Holay shmolay

I think the life gem is a lovely idea in many ways but HOO BOY then I looked at the pricing page. Gadzooks, zoinks, yegads, etc! I'm a sentimental chick with a serious love for all the animals who have allowed me to be one of their people but that's a bit shall we say: much? Oh to have such disposable income.

Funny I should stumble across such a link when I'm supposed to be finalizing a paper that happens to be about why/how the World Bank and IMF perpetuate poverty and oppress the poor.

gah.

Glarg

Really sick of shooting self in the feets. REALLY sick of being an idiot. SUPER EXTRY LIKE SICK of sticking my head in a bucket of stress and inhaling.

If I can tread another three weeks, I really should be okay.

Grateful to have been able to receive the Eucharist today. So not worthy, so never will be - so thankful for God's grace and mercy that carry and cover me and always beckon me home. Really wish they could understand.

I made a good choice yesterday to skip the island. I'm not ready to face that situation. Thankful to L for honoring that it is a breakup situation - made me feel less crazy. I miss him and there isn't enough distance yet for me to be at *his* house and it all to be hunky con dory. It's still too raw. Hopefully he'll show to a function in Ballard in the fall and we can mesh I can get over it all.

I found a Halloween costume I think I like - I'm going as winter with A, J, & S going as the other three seasons. I'm leaning towards a silver top and skirt (all flowy and pan-ish ha ha) with silver and blue accessories and makeup. Keep it simple but make it cool (in the implied temperature sense - if it's kewl, that's an added bonus).

Need to go write an outline for my paper. I am just so disconnected these days and it worries me. I can't focus on much of anything. Yesterday I got the home cleaned all through and read a bunch, highlighting passages to use for the paper - today I need to get the outline done so I can write write write tomorrow. Making a fair effort will enable me to get out of the retreat guilt free if I need to.

I just want to be stable for awhile with a shred of confidence in myself. Writing is difficult for me because I fear being shredded by the prof for my lack of academics and general lack of smarts. It's never happened - I get great marks and I get great comments. Even after class the other night there were heaps of compliments on my facilitated discussion and good convo with the prof. But still: I am hamstrung by my insecurity. Either way it'll be over in four days. No wonder turtles fascinate.

Lord have mercy.