tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337144852011-11-30T07:17:33.472-05:00Growing up in the modern world. Taxes, office jobs, love and break ups, 6 a.m. breakfasts with new best friends after dancing all night, grad school, moving out, drinking wine with old friends, everything you never expected about being a new adult.silver screen pipe dreamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10119321619871792214noreply@blogger.comBlogger1811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33714485.post-79855189989493585102009-01-13T10:13:00.002-05:002009-01-13T10:27:27.431-05:00

So I think I've decided on my top four choices for continued education after leaving Mason. 1. University College of London 2. Stanford 3. Columbia 4. New York University. Yes, great. They're all in ridiculously expensive places. Awesome.You might be wondering, after I did so much complaining about New York while I lived there and after that, why I'd be putting 2 schools located there on my list.

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I don't think you understand how DULL my job is. Do you realize what it takes to do my job? Basically a robot could do my job with equal skill. Occasionally do I get to use the degree for which I attended 4 years of college to obtain. And that usage? Consists of debating over the placement of a comma. Fuck it, I'll put in a million commas if I want. I LIKE THEM. The rest of my time is spent in

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So for my Theories of Comparative Literature course we have to write 8 one page "journals" based on one of four questions the professor gives us. These questions are meant to stimulate thinking and to get you to express your opinions but its only one page so its not very scary. You have 3 options to not turn one in. Maybe I should have numbered them because I lost count of which ones I'd done and

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You did it. I am so proud. I can't believe we actually pulled it off. No contests, either. WHOOOOOOOO. Who would have thought it??? I remember crying four years ago, hearing Kerry's concession. I honesly can't believe it. And I am so proud of Virginia. YOU did it! (Ok, obviously I'm a little drunk. On hope. Duh. ) But can I say one thing?? Ok, here it is: DON'T FUCK THIS UP!!!!!! Seriously, dudes

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So there is a class I'd like to take next fall. It's Composition Instruction. Or, how to teach composition to students. Why would I want to take such a boring sounding class? Well because I've got it in my head that I can teach at NVCC, or the NOVA community college next fall. And because it would prepare me for all sorts of fun things like 'how to make a syllabus' 'how to record grades' 'how to

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Good afternoon, I would like to appeal my citation based on the fact that I am purchasing a permit from GMU immediately. Since I am purchasing a permit at $200 and the GMU community is making a $125 profit compared to what it would make if I were paying the $75 citation I feel that the difference justifies overturning my citation. Additionally I am unable to pay both, and would prefer to be able

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For some reason unbeknowst to me (wait, stop, don't you love that word?) my company gave me a bonus. I know, right? The corporate world is amazing! I sit here and chat (or at least, I used to) and do homework, read for class, watch tv and movies AND YET I GET A BONUS?! If I didn't hate the corporate world so much I'd sign up for keeps. My boss even shoke my hand and told me it was for work well

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Reading this blog I was inspired to create my own list of things that inspire me for those moments when the uninspiring aspects of life get me down. In my first try this is what I came up with.1. A quality book - I believe that a good book can open your eyes and reaffirm beliefs. Those books can come in unexpected places.2. Talented people who are also kindhearted - I admire people who have

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I've been kirking out on the DNC this week. Listening to the speeches on the radio, watching them in video on the New York Times website. They've made me laugh and they've made me cry. I was just sitting at my desk wiping away tears after watching Hillary speak. TEARS. I didn't vote for her and I didn't really want her as our candidate but she was so graceful in defeat I forgot all the things I

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This week my co-worker is at the beach and so all the work falls to me. Generally the workload is light for two people. We sit here, bored out of our minds, leaping at a scrap of work. Until one of us goes out of town, that is. And then the work starts to seem overwhelming and frustratingly constant. I run around for a few hours every morning hoping to get bak on top. And I also have to deal with

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I'm at the beach with my family from Wednesday to Saturday. I've been looking forward to the beach for a few months now. And even looking forward to catching up with my cousins and aunts and uncles. Who knows why? I certainly don't. My dad's side of the family is quite a.... how do I put this nicely? They're, uh, I don't know. They're my family and I'm amused by them and yet I can't stand them at

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Here is my new blog: As Food To Life. It's all about food, ideas on food, riffs on food, how to make things, where I get ideas for what I make, and general thoughts of this kind.I've been realizing for awhile that nothing's happening in my life that I want to write about on here. Don't get me wrong, that's not a bad thing, it's good. I'm living a life and not worrying about how to get to where I

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Hahahaha! I feel quite vindicated right now. You've heard me speak the name of the beast here, right? The woman I work with that sometimes terrifies me? Actually occasionally we have very nice chats about things that aren't work related. But when it comes to work she morphs back. Anyway, I'm editing these certificates of appreciation she had to make for some stupid conference when I come across

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How I feel about New York, both before I moved there and after I moved back has been well summed up in this Vanishing New York interview with Chris Stein of Blondie. Sad, sad, sad. I think New York has lost its cool--temperwise and culturally too. It used to be the center of the scene. How many artists, writers, musicians, directors and actors got their starts there? Countless numbers of young

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Outside my office window the sky grew a sickly yellow. Leaves were brushed by unseen brooms and a bird struggled to maintain a straight flight. The trees bent backwards in unison like a corps de ballet. Wind swirled down the spears of the Air Force Memorial as though demons had made themselves visible in the here and now. The sky darkened from its unearthly yellow to a dark gray fog. The city was

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Today is such a beautiful day that not even my dead car battery, watery eyes and earth shattering sneezes, tripping on the way into work and sore muscles from yoga can keep me down. Looking out of my large window onto the city below me I feel like one of my plants, soaking up the sunlight. Okay, that sounds cheesy, but it's springtime, I'm allowed to go a little crazy.The only problem is, I know

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On our back porch there is a beige box that holds a fan (I think). On top of it I have begun my first foray into gardening. Or really, I shouldn't say my first--I had a patch of dirt once, outside of one of our houses, where I attempted to grow the pansies my mother gave me. Apparently pansies don't like full, blazing sun all day long because I succeeded in roasting them, but that was about it.

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I know I've been talking about growing up and doing all those unpleasant adult things while trying to also remain young at heart but I have to let you in on a little secret--I'm terrified.Moving into our new apartment has been exciting, and decorating it just as I wish has been sweet, having all my friends over to christen it with a party was fun, but Sunday morning when I woke up puking it was

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The 'partment's coming along nicely. I'm all domesticated and shit. Seriously, I've always been into design and making my surroundings look nice but lately it's been out of control. I guess before my domestic side was resting dormant because I was in my mom's house and even when I did a little it was still her house and her way. I couldn't throw out the godawful furniture that I hated. Or keep

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Today is my 25th birthday. It's a little anticlimactic, because with everything else going on I almost forgot. I didn't have that thrilled feeling in my stomach like I used to. Ohh, I just remembered birthdays equal presents! How did I forget that?! Wow. Now I do sort of have that excited feeling. Actually, the government gave me the birthday present of the year. My federal tax return came in the

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Amid all of the growing up I've been doing lately I haven't had as much time to appreciate the perks of youth as I usually do. I love love love being in my twenties. I hope I'll love the rest of my decades as much as this. But when you spend a weekend like the one I just had, it's hard to believe.As you may have read, I'm in the process of renting my very first, very own apartment. I've been

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We found an apartment. It was all by chance. I found it and made an appointment to see it butwhen I went in on Friday morning it turned out the one she was about to show me was another 3bd 2ba that was not in our price range but had been renovated, adding on $200. I didn't know this and was disappointed but I figured I was here, I'd look anyway. The lady asked when we were hoping to move and I

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I know I complain on here a lot about the difficulties I encounter in daily adult life. I guess it's because no one ever stops to tell you what it's going to be like when you're a kid. Of course they tell you it's hard and difficult and all that stuff, and sometimes they're right. Sometimes they're wrong. My twenties have been unbelieveably better than my teens. I wouldn't trade these years for

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I used to get these panic attacks whenever I thought about my future. I'd get so scared that I wouldn't be able to accomplish all the things I wanted and that I would end up broke and homeless on the street, my teeth falling out and all my belongings in a garbage bag beside me. I'd have grown old without knowing how to grow up. I used to get this feeling when I had to do anything remotely related

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Man! When the head graphic designer talks down to me like a child it makes me so glad I went to college all those years to be treated this way!And when I speak to her and she doesn't look at me but goes on with her work as though I'm not there. God I love being ignored as though I'm this pest that she can't be bothered with. Or when I come into work thinking I look pretty cute in work clothes,

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I had pretty much the best weekend ever. Except for a couple of minor things to worry over, I really enjoyed it tremendously. I took Friday off from work, and chose the best possible day to do it too. It was absolutely gorgeous, hot and lazy. Flowers blooming and fat bumblebees buzzing through the perfumed air. I woke up early enough to do everything I wanted, but not so early that I didn't feel

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She looked up from her book and saw the bright sky in front of her as the sun staved off its descent, promising longer and longer days. A feeling of bouancy and life rose up in her as she thought of her plans for the night. A secret smile slipped over her face like a shadow and she thought of all the summer nights that would shortly be coming. She was still young and there were to be many more.

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I  just paid $408, $408! for someone to do my taxes. Holy Fucking Shit. I don't know how I feel about that. And considering the fact that I owed  less money than that. Wow. The only way I can feel better about that fact is that I had tax forms for 2 different states, one of which is New York. As my taxman (I have a taxman?!) says "New York is pretty hairy." Don't I know it. I lived there for five

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I know T.S. Eliot meant by that quote that I have co-opted as a title that April teases you, going back and forth with the weather, making it chilly one day and beautiful another, never letting you get your bearings or let your gaurd down. Maybe that's why it's been a particularly difficult week. Or maybe it would be a bad week even if it weren't April.It's going to be a painful week. It has been

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There once was a lion who caught a mouse between his paws, and toying with the mouse before he ate it he said, "You are weak, pathetic, ridiculous and helpless." The mouse, tired and lost, says "I've been sick." This is an anecdote from one of my favorite authors, talking about life, and how we never see ourselves as the weak, pathetic things we can sometimes be. And when we are faced with those

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Ahhhhahahah! That is the sound of me gleefully free from the mindless repetition of cutting 1,500 brochures with my exact-o knife. Don't even ask why we had to do that. My company is a lot like me--we'll gladly do things the hard way to acheive perfection. Nevermind the short cuts, we like exact-o knifes! Anyway, we finished yesterday and can I tell you, I literally sang Zippity do-dah on my walk

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Sometimes living at home can be fun. Free cable and internet. All you can eat tomato paste and 7 grain crackers. Piles and piles of useless furniture collecting dust and reminding you of your childhood.Sometimes living at home is less than fun. Not being allowed to play Rock Band past 11 with your friends. Waiting until Perry leaves to throw parties, even the ones that do not include hookers,

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Today began badly. I woke up and went right back to bed. Too bad I couldn't stay there. It didn't seem so bad when I finally got up though. I made it into the shower and got dressed easily enough. I didn't even need to change outfits. I was happy enough with what I settled on. Looking out the window I could tell it was going to be foggy, but I wore my new blue wedges anyway, compensating by

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Last night I met up with my friend in Old Town Alexandria to catch up, as he had been in Europe for the past month playing shows all over Germany, in Amsterdam and Paris. That asshole. Just kidding, it was nice to talk to someone about recent trips to Europe. Especially someone who feels the same way about travel etiquette as me.We met on the corner of King St. as the evening got dusky and the

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I was reading one of my favorite blogs today- Girl's Gone Child and her post about her great grandmother's life made me want to immediately quit my bland office job in favor of sunny writing rooms in the Frank Lloyd Wright homes of Southern California. Yes, I know that that's not a very realistic version of what would happen if I quit this job, but it does harden my resolve to not remain in this

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Sometimes I write posts on here and forget they aren't in my own private world, or my notebook journal (which I really should start keeping again, much less trouble). That people might read them and disagree! I have a hard time with knowing what I should and shouldn't put out there. I know this cyberspace sometimes seems like an anynomous realm, but I learn all too often that it's a very small

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You go down to the pick up stationCraving warmth and beautyYou settle for less than fascinationA few drinks later you're not so choosyWhen the closing lights strip off the shadowsOn this strange new flesh you've foundClutching the night to you like a fig leafYou hurryTo the blacknessAnd the blanketsTo lay down an impressionAnd your loneliness-Down To You, Joni MitchellIn the vein of Carrie

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You ever have those days when you wake up and realize your alarm didn't go off and the only reason why you woke up was the warm sun on your face and a yarling cat trying to get some love? Yeah.And then you crawl out, worrying about the fact that you're going to be late again to work, and just as you're about to dash into the bathroom for the fastest shower known to man you hear your sister

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And now we are six...Oh Winnie the Pooh.1989- Six years old We move back to Charlotte, NC. Another house at the end of a cul-de-sac. When we move in Wendy and I get my aunt's old bedroom furniture, complete with a canopy bed that my friend eventually breaks by swinging on it. It is white, and princess-y. Our pillows are lacy and peach colored. We have a peach colored canopy and dust ruffle too.

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I just watched the President's helicopters land from my office window. Weird to see an obvious symbol of what goes on in this city go right past me. I'm not used to thinking of Washington as anything other than my home. You can tell it's the President's helicopter because there's three of them, all in a row, equidistant from the other, and they all circle around and land right where I estimate

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Because you probably don't want to hear me moaning and complaining about my job or my impending rejections from various graduate programs, but I should still probably post something on here I thought of something that fulfills all the requirements of this blog--specifically, that it remain about me (or what I'm thinking and doing). Here now, in a blatant plagarism of a blog I admire, Nothing But

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This morning I woke up with the sun. There is something amazing in waking up to sunshine through your window. I did hit the snooze a few times but once I was up I rejoiced in the bright light. FINALLY. I got ready in record time, had a nice little breakfast of coffee, peanut butter toast and pear slices (Oh, I should have added some cheese!). And I read the New York Times online while eating. I

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This morning as I was waiting to catch the bus for work I saw a bunch of high school students waiting for theirs. Standing out in the early morning cold with them reminded me of being back in high school. That was my school bus stop all throughout it, after all. A few years ago that would have been me. They were standing around in those big puffy down coats that I remember became so popular when

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Wow. There's nothing like filling out a generic, self-assessment profile with an acronym that doesn't mean anything for your corporate HR department to make you feel like an unimportant cog in the giant industrial machine. They want you to assess yourself, but if you do it too specifically you might have to take a class in order to learn how to improve, so everyone does them in a vague enough way

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So my sister Wendy came back from her Army training in Fayetteville, NC, bringing along her Korean husband, a slew of Army training and more importantly (at least for this blog) a Wii and Rock Band. Julia and I have been playing nonstop since Monday night when she broke it out. Or, well, Julia's been playing and I've gotten to play the few times I can tear it away from her. Because we only play

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You know how I said in a previous post that I'll sleep when I'm dead? Well, I think I might be dead, but I'm not yet asleep. It's only Wednesday but I'm already exhausted enough for about two weeks.On Monday I went out with my friend from GMU, Alex, who works for CEI, a Libertarian think tank in D.C. I invited Mark along to meet another Libertarian, one who would actually enjoy arguing with him

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More great finds from Found. I love this one. It was found in Dublin, Ireland, not surprisingly, since those Irish are known for their silvered tongues. I like that it's on an old record sleeve. You can imagine exactly what Niall must be like. I think I'm going to start using hyperbole in my everyday notes as well. The world would be a better place. By the way it says: "Pascal- for the good of

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This girl is awesome. She sums up childhood for me. Wearing ridiculous clothes and thinking you look awesome. I had a swimsuit that was hot fuschia with a cheetah face on it. It had little sparkles where the spots would be. I thought it was AWESOME. But I didn't have this hair, my one regret.

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So I just finished my grad school applications. It is now out of my hands and I have to sit back and wait. For a person who likes to be in control as much as I do (on occasion), having this out of my hands is surprisingly relaxing. I was getting close to going a little crazy with it all and had to keep reminding myself just a little longer and I'd be completely done. It's sort of like finishing

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This morning as I was driving to work I began to have an existential crisis. I know, I know, why am I having an existential crisis on the packed suburban highway at 24, on my way to my first real job of five months? Wait a while and come back to me, you're saying. Well, I disagree my friends. Now is the perfect time for an existential crisis to begin. Here I am, just finished with my grad school

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So I have returned from my jaunt across the ocean. I hope you didn't miss me too much. Oh, God, you did! You missed me! That is so sweet of you! I missed you too. Well, I'm not going to update you on every little detail, that would be long and boring and utterly pointless. Later, I will fill you in on some stories, but for now I will just tell you a little of what I saw and learned. This is all

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I leave for Berlin at 7:30 p.m. tonight. Everyone keeps asking if I'm excited and I have to feign a level of excitement I feel they expect. It's not that I'm not excited, I just don't know what to expect, and haven't even realized I'm actually going yet. I never really get excited until I actually see the city spreading out below me, or have been there before and can anticipate what I'm in store

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My mom called this morning to tell me my biggest teen idol was dead. Brad Renfro died yesterday at the age of 25. He was a heroin and methadone addict who had spent the last few years plagued by legal troubles. But I remember him better as this mischievous, bad kid who appeared sweet and sad and was a remarkable actor. It's strange when your teen idols die. I haven't thought of him in months, not

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I've been accused of being anal retentive and a perfectionist before in my lifetime, but I don't think that I actually believed it until I began applying to graduate schools. I was just writing the addresses on manila envelopes for a few of these when, suddenly! oh, no! the Q on Queen Mary's looks a little weird! and how could I not have read the address properly and written Queen Mary first when

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There is a certain spine tingling elation that exists in the bubble of time when something stops and something new is about to begin. It is a pregnant pause before something new is born and the world's frenzied reaction to it begins. The calm before the storm has always held an appeal for me, energy gathering in the warm dusky night, waiting for the crack of lightning that will signal the heavens

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I was hanging out at the Black Cat on Friday with one of my co-workers, Eric, as we began to proudly carry on that tradition of co-workers everywhere: talking about the workplace. I told him about a co-worker I couldn't stand and he told me about his daily routine, which consists of reading the newspaper, going to the bathroom, chatting by JR's desk for half an hour, going back to his desk,

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I don't know what it is exactly, but this lovely weather we're having right now has put me in a New York kind of mood. Maybe I'm just imagining how everyone is probably out enjoying the weather, being nice to each other, taking walks along rain slick sidewalks. New York in the springtime is an interesting place. People wake up a little, realize they haven't died, or aren't being buffeted by

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It was a last minute idea, but some of the best are. None of us knew what to do; go into the city, go to the Frown Center, go down to Charlottesville, have a party. Finally, at the last minute I remembered my mom was going to a party and wouldn't be home that night. The perfect time to act like a crazy teen again. So I went to the store, bought some food and booze, and waited for the party to

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When I was in 4th grade, and an innocent, some girl with fat sausage curls declared at the lunch table that her mother said the world was going to end in the year 2000. This was before the hype about Y2K and I was already worrying. I did the math and realized I would only 16. My life would only be half lived. I wouldn't get to do anything I wanted because the world was ending. And from that day

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These are just a few of my favorite videos lately. Since I don't get to watch videos at work I kirk out on them at home. They go from funny, pretty, and cute to a little melancholic but beautiful.Kings of Convienence- I'd Rather Dance With You This video is hilarious and sweet. Belle & Sebastian- I'm A CuckooRunning is actually Stuart Murdoch's hobby, so I like that the video seems like a little,

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I've learned two things about myself today: One is that I can no longer go out and get drunk and show up at work the next day as though nothing had happened. I went to McCormick's last night to drink a shot in memory of Pletch and all my friends came too. Drinking seemed to make things better, so I kept doing it. I stumbled into bed at a reasonable hour and my dreams were full of more friends

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A friend of my ex-boyfriend's just died. I knew him only through Mike, and yet he still touched my life. Life with Pletch in it was a more exciting place. The way he lived was reckless, and dangerous, but fun and carefree. He was like a younger version of Hunter S. Thompson, minus the writing. When I first heard of him, I didn't know how such a person could exist, outside of a work of fiction. He

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After work on Friday I went to the Mall and did my Christmas shopping. 2 1/2 hours, bitch! I got my friend's wedding present and a cute velvet jacket for the wedding at BR for $41.99 as well as all my remaining presents in 2 1/2 hours. Did you hear that? Must be a new record. I just like to brag. Then I met up with Chris Nixon to see Juno. Loved it. Liked it so much I saw it again the next night

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It's the day before the Christmas break, here at my first real job. It's kind of funny when things like snow days and short days break up the monotony of the regular schedule. People congregate by cubicles talking about what they're buying, or baking, or doing. Jokes are called out over the walls and work is slowed down.I'm still trying to get last minute things done before we leave for the day

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Today is a day for writing. I could feel it as soon as I got on the bus and saw my fellow bus riders. One was a man with a white beard and tangled hair over his shoulders tinged with yellow like dirty snow, wearing a Santa hat but looking like his spare time was spent on a Harley. Across from him were three old ladies, cooing and chatting while they handed each other things from their bags.

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As my friend the Designer said, in a moment of particular kindness, 'For someone so smart you sure can be dumb.' Despite the obvious insult I have to agree. Otherwise I wouldn't have stayed out until 12:30 with Mark, knowing I had only gotten four hours of sleep Monday night and had to get up early this morning too, seriously depleting my already low level of sleep even further. I make bad calls

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Maybe it was just the early hour, or the four hours of sleep I got last night. Maybe it was just that I fell off the tightrope that one walks on while living at home, this morning (and several mornings lately), but my mom and I got into another argument. Not a fight, I don't have any black eyes this time, and there was no yelling or anger, but it was still ridiculous. Why? Because it was over a

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--No, what?--It, uh, makes you look like, uh... a fool.Mad props to my friend, Jason, for setting me er, straight.Keep it up. And thank you for the present. You're the best new friend ever.And to The Pea for my cultural enlightenment about Scandinavian bazaars, or bizarres, and St. Lucia celebrations. You haven't lived until you've heard the Swedish version of "I'm Dreaming of A White Christmas".

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I'm hanging with my sister and her friends tonight. We spent the last twenty minutes playing 20 questions and now we're watching BioDome while stringing popcorn. Isn't this what the Christmas spirit's all about?

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I was reading about The Grapes of Wrath on Wikipedia today. It's one of my favorite novels and I'm using it as a source in my paper (which I really should be spending every minute on, as it's due on Wednesday) so I was doing a little research. I came across an explanation of the name, it's from this song, the Battle Hymn of the Republic, which was made famous in the Civil War. Anyway, it's very

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On a foggy, cool winter day in Washington like today, I want nothing more than to wake up with my room dark, light making the clouds pearly white, the roads wet and gleaming. The trees stained dark by the mist and standing out against the woolen sky, the lace of their branches the only decoration for the day. I want to drink a cup of tea and wear my old professor sweater (which the Pea still has)

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Last night revived my spirits, in a way. Higher Achievement, where I mentor in 8th grade literature, has been difficult lately. My three scholars have been driving me crazy. They're all pretty good kids, but two of them banter and chatter so much I want to knock their heads together. One is so loquacious (her own word) I fear we'll spend the entire session talking about whatever pops into her

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My boss annoys me so much that just now, after he had corrected me once again for my mistakes, I was thinking 'grrrrrr' so much it's how I started to sign in: geredyth.He's just so set in his ways that when I stray a little he gets nervous and his back hunches even more than usual. It's not that he's mean, he's just difficult. And he's old. It makes him grumpy and stodgy. He's been doing this job

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Sometimes I wonder if I randomly meet people or if it's all part of some bizarre interconnected web. I've six degreed people from all over the country. Meeting the cousin of a former classmate in New York, working with the former roommate and good friend of my sister's boyfriend, having two of my friends meet at a party in New York and coincidentally realizing they know me, are just some of my

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One thing I've had to get used to working as a contractor for a military agency is the profusion of insider lingo. And I'm not just talking about the acronyms, although they're crazy about them. I'm talking about the different world of how things run in the military, and how they talk. All the insider jokes that I just don't get because I'm an outsider. It's a bit like not getting British humor,

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As The Designer says, "White people throw the best parties!" We sure do! Why, just look at our Friday night at Brent's house!First Matt and Brent made some music, while Aja looked on: Then Brent decided to try and make a shirt skirt too, just like Aja's! It's harder than it looks. He sure can dance! And this was before we even finished the first bottle of wine. Aja's no slouch either! Look at her

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I just finished watching this movie, Iris, at work (It's quite nice to be able to watch movies at work). Kate Winslet and Judi Dench are very very good in it. Kate Winslet's joie de vivre is infectuous, I feel it in all of her work. Dame Judi Dench plays the vulnerability of losing one's mind to Alzheimer's so well. I think generally she's a very tough, sharp actress, amazing but formidable. Here

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God, bad grammar!! I just had to edit something that read "Come All Ye' Baker's!"Ummmm, that is so wrong. Why do people toss around the apostrophe like it's a decoration?

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Last night as I was leaving work for my grad class I took two steps out of my office and slipped. I don't know if it was on the hem of my pants which still haven't been taken in, or the fact that the shiny linoleum is also slippery, but I busted the hell out of my $4 gray thrift shop heels. I limped brokenly down to the bus and called my mom. I call her whenever I want to whine and bitch and my

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My boss has just been sitting here talking about his children and their many successes in life. I like my boss, he's a nice guy and I'm sure his children are nice too, but I don't want to hear about how all five of them are doing well in life, and are all married, even the ones around my age. The thirty year old is making 6 figures, the next one younger is a very successful horticulturalist and

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Ha. Ahem, Hmm. Just when I think I'm growing up and getting better at the man game I get thrown for a loop. A Fruit Loop. My new gay best friend, Jason? Turns out we're best friends for a different reason--because he's bi and has a crush on me. I mean, this guy seems so gay he's got pink flames shooting out his fingertips and he has a crush on me? First off I'm flattered. When I think of men, or

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I just watched this Grey's Anatomy episode online, since I have no work to do. It was all about how we never really get over high school, even as we grow up and move on as adults, a part of us is still stuck in the mold high school shoved us into. I guess that is partially true. Whenever I get together with people I knew then, gossip about high school and what's happened since reigns. It's like

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Ahh. Ohh. Ugh. I am totally wrecked after this weekend. I planned on it being a calm, sleepy sort of time. Nothing too much to do, no big plans like Boston or New York. Just hanging out. Most likely in Reston. That didn't exactly happen. I hung out at Matt and Mark's on Friday, with a group of their friends, mostly from high school. Aja and I ended up on the couch giggling over boys and their

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Last night I went out with The Designer, Matt, Mark, Jackson, Scarlett and Paul to Be Bar in DC. I didn't plan on going out, I went into DC to get my hair cut at Urban Style Lab where my friend Jackie works and then I hung out with Chris Nixon for the rest of the afternoon, going out to eat, hanging at the place where he's dogsitting. Then, I went to meet up with everyone in DC. I didn't plan on

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So apparently my friend The Designer has nicknamed me "The Thinker" and our other friend The Pea. Well, as my brother always says, that's better than "The Stinker." Tomorrow: My trip to Boston and New York. For reals y'all.

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I had a feeling of doom laying low in my stomach for much of yesterday. It rested there and wasn't bothered by the bouncing of the bus as I made my way to Mason for my conference with Professor Jann. It was bothered slightly by rambunctious children in their costumes, riding the bus with me, but not enough to go away and leave me. I was early for my meeting and so I killed some time in the

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I went up to Boston this past weekend to visit my good friends Corey and Chris. (You'll hear all about my trip when I download pictures to accompany it. And once I write it.) Corey and I walked around Harvard a little, and talked about grad school a lot. He and I are both preparing to go next fall, but I feel like he's a teensy bit better prepared than I.During my trip up to Boston I read

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9 - What a charming little girl! She's like a fairy princess and so sweet!11- She must be walking around in that old timey white dress and talking to herself because she has such a lively imagination! Maybe she's talking to fairies. She's probably the time of little girl who will write a book at 12.13- She is so pretty and cool. I wonder why she isn't an actress in some teen drama. Maybe she'll

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"This is my depressed stance. When you're depressed, it makes a lot ofdifference how you stand. The worst thing you can do is straighten up and holdyour head high because then you'll start to feel better. If you're going to getany joy out of being depressed, you've got to stand like this.""Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is

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I forgot all about the fact that it was Blog Action two days ago and now I'm feeling guilty. But, as my mom has taught me, better late than never. (I'm proving that point extra well today, I overslept and got to work late.) So, in honor of being slow, I present the Slow Food Movement portion of Blog Action Day. What is Slow Food? Is it extra dumb cattle? Or a dim cucumber? According to Slow Food

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I'm reading a book right now about how to write good college essays as I prepare to apply to grad schools. It has a list to help you prepare to write a personal statement essay and some of the topics to get you thinking are "Describe 3 Significant Lessons You Have Learned," "Describe 3 Memorable Experiences You've Had," "Discuss a Failure That Taught You Something." As I'm reading over these

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Today I start volunteer teaching at Higher Achievement!!! I'm going to be working with 8th graders, teaching them about Literature. I'm so excited I'm bouncing in my seat. Wish me luck cause I'm also a little scared that I'll be horrible.

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This October 15th is Blog Action Day.

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Last December I did something I never thought I'd do. I sat down and opened a Roth IRA. What is a Roth IRA you ask? I didn't know either, but having finally cracked the book a family friend gave me when I graduated high school I learned a thing or two.So, in light of recent posts about finances and growing up I thought I'd share what I learned about the big, bad world of stocks and bonds. Please

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Yesterday, after we finished up a big project at work we got to go home. I got home at 1:30 on a beautiful fall, I mean summer, afternoon. As soon as I pulled into my neighborhood Aja pulled in behind me. She had recognized my car on the road. After changing my work clothes for playclothes I got an everything bagel with lox at Einstein Bagels with her and Ayana. I also got their green tea,

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When I was a toddler, my parents like to remind me, I used to assert my independence by saying to them "Let ME do it!" when they tried to help me brush my teeth or wipe or anything else that I knew I could do alone. And that's sort of been my life's philosophy. I'm really independent. I've travelled the world by myself and figured out all sorts of my own problems by myself, sometimes they're

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This morning, as I was standing on a crowded metro train, just around Virginia Square a man sitting in a seat to my right tapped me on the arm and asked if I'd like to have the seat. Thinking he was getting up at this stop and offering me his seat first I smiled and said 'No that's okay, I'm getting off soon.' Then he remained seated when the train stopped, not getting off, and I looked back

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I've been sort of pining away for some one. I hate that phrase too, by the way. I feel like a corsetted, soppy Victorian miss when it is used. I haven't been pining way. I've been moving on and enjoying everything a lot lately, but sometimes in a sneaky voice I hear, 'It'd be nice if we were still friends. If you could talk to him about his thoughts on Kerouac and your paper.' or something else

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Ubiquitous Starbucks coffee cup in hand, I stood staring at row after row, aisle after aisle of shoes, wondering which ones defined me. Which one would I buy so that another facet of my personality would be revealed to the world? Which shoe would tell everyone I met that I am elegant, but fun, sophisticated but still young? Something classic, but unique. I was looking for black heels for work and

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Is my dad and Aja the only ones who read or comment on my blog? God that's pathetic. Also, I almost wrote blag. Freudian.

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