my nook and cranny

ps on last entry

Tue, 10 Aug 2004 21:58:55 GMT

Just because I love other peoples' babies doesn't mean I ever want any of my own.

pps uhhh....I just noticed the maternal instincts entry so I had to serve up this disclaimer really quick in addition to my last entry.

burial at sea?

Tue, 10 Aug 2004 21:54:13 GMT

My vat of lemonade grows fuller every passing day. My car has a disease or has discovered the dark curse that looms over my carma (okay, I know that was lame). I love my car but I believe it is giving me an ulcer and no, I am not a hypochondriac!?!
On the plus side "Ali-cous-aunt" will now be hundreds of miles closer to her neph-cous (bless you...that was bad too...arghh...), lil' Rex (no, he is not a dog, he's a cute little baby). I guess his parents will be coming also but that's really secondary to the exciting Rexy!
I'm scouting houses right now for Erika and Rory (Rex's parental units) and I can see all the Trading Spaces possibilities (I know I'm not the only nerd who gets tips from that show). I'm becoming a bit of nomad too and might be moving shortly...I know, I've just been in Ballard 5 months, but my cool, fashionista cousin might move up so we'll need a 2 bedroom in a fabulous building (near Rex of course).
Okay, I'll shut up about Rex, but he's so god damned cute! I'll have to post a pic.

forced maternal instincts

Tue, 22 Jun 2004 06:34:18 GMT

Lil' dimpled hands gripping an adult's finger, it's enough to make a person melt into a massive pile of gooey sweetness. I think I'm lacking that gene. I told my mom that there's the possibility that I might not want to procreate ever and she choked on her ice tea. I didn't purposely insert that into our conversation to create drama, she was just going on about the "perfect guy" and my "wonderful children" enough to make a girl blow chunks into the next zip code. What does it all mean anyways if I have a little combo of me and some dude will I feel at peace and suddenly have a reason for being? With the kids that I've encountered thus far, especially lovely teenagers, I think I would have to say not a chance. Especially if they have to be born under the reign of "W".

Sun, 06 Jun 2004 19:48:09 GMT

Sometimes when I write in here, nothing comes out clearly because it's not my own private journal. Maybe if I just pretend you all or you one aren't there everything will flow with a nice ease. I'm just intimidated I guess. It's not like I'm expected to be Hemingway or anything, it's just for fun and unloading extra crap from the week's trials and tribulations. Whew am I glad I got that off my chest. Welcome to cliche-ville your humble host today will be alperks, now please take your seats and don't count your chickens before they've hatched. bu-bum-bum-ch....

Yay SIFF....I'm a big nerdo

Mon, 24 May 2004 18:55:31 GMT

Ahh...air conditioned theaters, even though we live in the nicely chilled NW. I can't wait for the screen to illuminate and expand my mind to the "realities" of the fucked-up-ness (word?) of other regions of our vast planet of struggling auteurs...ahhh... Anyone up for the Palestinian/Israeli doc....

never mix zuchinis (sp?) and asparagus...

Thu, 20 May 2004 16:51:50 GMT

My digestive tract was not built to handle such crazy combinations apparently and I wouldn't recommend it unless you want a weird gastro-whatchamacalit reaction.
anyways, I digress...
Himita...I kicked ass on the grammar test too?!? Considering all my past entries that test must be based on a rudimentary level of grammar or to make non-native english speakers feel inadequate!

she lives.....or maybe not, we'll see....

Tue, 18 May 2004 05:47:14 GMT

gerpershlerpin.......arghhhhhh......
Okay, extensive hibernation period concluded.
Anything new and exciting to report, ahem, uh.
Can I go back to my cave and sleep again?
As my little Irish lad, Lorcan, so brilliantly imagines, "A great monster has stolen the morning. We must go to sleep now." (meaning indefinitely until the morning is returned)
I hit my head rather hard today on a short doorway. It was apparently designed for the era in which people grew to the ripe height of 5'. This is my excuse for incoherent ramblings.

computer ignoramus

Mon, 22 Sep 2003 22:48:58 GMT

Apparently friends have made comments on my entries and of course oblivious lil' ol' me is thinking to herself geez my entries must be the dullest pieces o' trite crap floating out there in the Live Journal abyss. On the contrary people do notice fortunate err... unfortunately and due to my lack of intellect regarding the mechanism on which I type this entry, I'm clueless as to the contents of these comments....So although I appreciate feed back gladly alas I cannot read it and will have to guess what they say for now until one of you kind folks emails me with, "Hey #@$%er, you go to this menu, pick this, and then you can read the $%^&**ing comments...."

oh beloved solitude

Tue, 16 Sep 2003 20:36:31 GMT

It definitely takes getting used to. Even at crowded parties with barely enough room to lift a drink to your mouth one can feel utterly and completely alone. Living alone in my own space isn't so bad there's a freedom that roommates tend to unconsciously take away from me while coexisting, meaning my actions/behavior seem somewhat limited to those that are socially acceptable (obviously or not sometimes...). My quirky, odd natured self is finally unleashed in my new environment to deviate and go astray (not anything scary I should point out)! I love it! Cooking weird things up, dancing around like a heathen, and letting old habits rear their messed up heads once more! It's a funny little world of my own creation and god knows may make my now mediocre social skills spiral down even further. At this point in time I could care less, the friends I have already know me to the extent which this entry wouldn't come as a shock over my seemingly sudden completely altered personality!

microwave macaroni

Mon, 21 Jul 2003 18:48:26 GMT

I just looked back on an eerily familiar entry from July eleventh and it was creepy not because my "off" thought process that particular day but the subject matter in the final thought focusing somewhat on mortality and the relevance of our actions. Not three days after that entry my Aunt Diane died and not to be too graphic or anything, laying next to her body was nothing other than a cold, untouched plate of microwave macaroni and cheese....My other Aunt heard that that was her last meal and scoffed, "Imagine macaroni and cheese for your last meal, yuck." And then I realized something, my aunt Diane couldn't move, she could barely breath and the doctors could not find one abnormality. My uncle may have been hard on her sometimes, impatient, but he did not know she would be gone in the time it took for that macaroni to get cold. I can imagine he would do anything to just go back and sit with her ignoring the cold mac and cheese and forgetting that truly irrelevant crap just to hold the warm hand of his wife one more time.

exes

Mon, 21 Jul 2003 18:27:24 GMT

Everybody's trying to fix me up with somebody who's "perfect for me", do I really complain about my ex to the extent which people identify me as the lonely, needy chick, I guess so apparently. They say people come around when you least expect it ie usually an inopportune moment! Which brings me to my current internal wrestling match, go for the guy I've had an eye candy fest with for months or go for the ol' safety of an ex, who still holds that warm and fuzzy place in my heart. Ah the self inflicted dramatic woes, could I be a bigger dork, realistically I'll probably just wimp out and go back to ol' faithful until he boots my ass out again...tres pathetique...c'est moi!

...new day

Wed, 16 Jul 2003 19:53:33 GMT

Almost finished with a six month project, that I've allowed to encompass my existence, if I wasn't such a procrastinator I'd be done or should I say we would be done because I'm not completely alone in the venture. I'm able to actually stay awake for more than two pages of the new Harry Potter which every 7 year old read in a day! I'll be able to hang out with real friends not my two in the morning Emmett, Ted, Michael and Brian "Queer as Folk" friends!I pity the fool who puts work ahead of everything for more than a certain period of time is crazy I miss friends and fun too much!

stress the American way....

Fri, 11 Jul 2003 21:38:03 GMT

clock ticking....double soy latte steaming....cell phone ringing Nelly's obnoxious "Must be the money" song (or whatever it's called I'm permanently out of the MTV culture loop)...road rage swelling in our bumper to bumper mentality...can I take a step back and take it all in, "sigh". Look at it for what it really is absofuckinglutely irrelevant. Who has time to communicate face to face, who has time to sit down and eat like maybe normal folks used to or still do in distant lands, I mean do I really want to look back and say, "hey microwave macaroni and tv reruns were the most pivotal, life altering experiences I ever had?!?!"

whew

Wed, 02 Jul 2003 15:01:56 GMT

The 4th of July, everyone will be so happy to celebrate the coming together of one nation under "god" so lets get plastered and blow things up. Sounds about right huh, that is, for our culture or maybe humankind ya think? I didn't think initially these journal entries would turn out this way.
All right let me think, my shrink says that I....just kidding.
Today is a new day, optimism is on the rise...for some people I suppose.

collection agencies aka scapegoat-searchers

Tue, 01 Jul 2003 21:26:14 GMT

What a swell day to have papers served....why I can almost smell the delectable scent of my name printed on crisp white paper waiting anxiously for my signature to verify admission to charges I have proven to be errors numerous times now....Let's hit low on the food chain this time, won't that be fresh,new and oh so exhilarating, no one will be the wiser in this Bush-centric society we've all created, heck she's not even on the income bracket that benefits from our president's most helpful tax-cutting plan! Enough of this bull...tomorrow I'll take life a little less seriously promise...bloodsuckas beware poor government volunteers are not to be dealt with so callously!

dreams

Mon, 30 Jun 2003 21:26:13 GMT

Does the vividness of the previous night's dreams depend on the food or drink consumed that night because I swear there's a correlation? Alcohol induced dreams or should I say Tim Burtonesque oddities make me wake up in a cold sweat at times not from the fear brought on by the content suggested in the visions but how in the heck my mind acquired such information... It's funny that I mentioned Tim Burton because my last weird dream had a character who bore a striking resemblance to Edward Scissorhands, yet her look was more heroin-chique but whatever. Anyways I thought this entry had a point but oh well, maybe next time.