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i got up this morning at about 9:30 and checked my email. PACT, the student activities organization had emailed announcing that they’d hid eggs with candy in them around campus. with greed and delight, annalily and i pulled on yesterday’s clothes and rushed outside. no one was up yet after a night of partying so we unabashedly ran around picking up all the eggs we could find. we started to feel guilty after a while. we went to brunch and sat with ivan. annalily left to do costuming for macbeth, i stayed and kept ivan company after i finished my ruby red grapefruit. we walked back to the dorm. filled with a new sense of glee, ivan and i went out again and another frantic search for eggs began. i let him keep them all because i’m nice and don’t like the candy they were giving away that much.

i had an immense sense of satisfaction and joy doing such a simple thing. it was so rewarding.

i’ve been doing homework all weekend other than a brief break to go to the g house that turned into a movie trip where we saw death to smoochy. very strange, and therefore entertaining to me. after the movie got out at about 1, we went to krispy kreme. jeff and i sat around and sulked and ignored everyone while they stuffed their faces. silly rules of kashrut. afterwards i ran back to my cave and dove into bed.

last night annalily watched gone in 60 seconds with me. one of the bens up the hall has a bunch of dvds and we decided on borrowing this one. i think something about my lack of penis makes it difficult for me to enjoy car movies. it was tolerable though, because it was bad enough to make fun of and they had the family love aspect that appealed to the girly me. there wasn’t very much angelina jolie in it. i felt decieved.

i have a lot of work to do from now til the end of school. it averges out to over a paper a week, and a presentation every other week.

in better news i had a nice long phone call with sequoia today. i miss friend people. it will be good to see them in a couple months. at the same time its creepy how fast the years are starting to go.

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so mike called last night and we went out with matt. katies last night at bogarts was a washout – she was already off work by the time we showed up and so it wasnt nearly what i imagined. the new waitress sucked…so i dont think we will be back any time soon. everything seemed good with mike, so im happy. it just sucks i havent seen much of him recently – i really do like hanging out with him.

keeley and mike (her new boy) went with me to the 5 senses show. it was cool…though im really really not sure i like mike. i need to talk to her about it. one of my biggest peeves in general is people who bitch about art – ‘i dont get it. its over priced. who thinks they can sell that for 500 dollars. it isnt worth that.’ etc etc. and thats exactly what he did. i tuned him out.

today i slept in (bad – i feel a bit guilty about not going to church with my family) and then went over to my parents for lunch. they brought me back, hung out in my apartment while i burned some cds for my dad and we went to the easter parade. which was basically over. pretty boring.

what was weird for me was having lamb for lunch. everyone else said it was either traditional or unweird. but its lamb! on easter! jesus, lamb of god? and we ate lamb for lunch? on the day he rose? i dont know. seems really weird to me.

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I went to get my car inspected yesterday. I have a really bad habit of waiting until the last second to do things like that, but at the same time, after getting off work at around two or three in the morning like I have been recently, i haven’t really been chomping at the bit to set my alarm to go to the mechanics either. So I get there, turn in my car, and of course he says it’ll be like two hours.

No problem.

The contingency plan is to call Melissa, she’ll meet me there and we’ll go to lunch, and if the car still isn’t ready by then, I’ll take hers. All I have to do is get through.

Thank you for calling Dillard’s, my name is iwasn’tpayingattention, how can I help you?

Yes, I’d like to speak to Melissa Fearnow please, she usually works in ladies seperates.(whatever the hell that is)

(sigh) Hold on.
(In that tone of voice that says “oh, this is a personal call, I don’t have to give a shit.”)

Click.

Dial tone.

Insert random obsenities directed at the phone, big business, and minimum wage f*$%ing receptionists.

So of course I didn’t have my phone with me. And of course I didn’t have any quarters left. (fifty cents to call information, then sixty five cents to connect, what the hell is that?)

Long story short, if it’s not too late, I walked the three or four miles to where she worked. It really wasn’t that bad, and I did have a couple funny thoughts on the way. The first one centered around the fact that I always feel sad about missing beautiful days like this because I’m working, and now I didn’t have any have any choice but to enjoy it. The second one, which almost made me laugh out loud, was that at least I didn’t have to worry about not having any cd’s for the trip.

So I get there, get her car, drive her car back to the garage, where of course mine had been done for like an hour and a half, pay, and pick it up. I left her car over to the side of the parking lot at the garage so it would be out of the way, and when we got back to pick it up later that night, that side of the parking had been chained off for the night.

Of course it’s been chained off. That makes sense for today. At this point I wouldn’t have walked under any second story windows, for fear of falling pianos.

Luckily, there was still an attendant there to let us in to get it.

I really love my days off sometimes.

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watching t-nbc (just deal) in my boxers, killing time til i shower and go to lunch to see ray. its interesting to me how many of us have traveled in the last 2 or 3 weeks – me, linda, ray (twice), rachael…4 out of 10.
so i think that mike is…something with me. maybe im wrong, but even if i am, i unhappy about how stuff is going down.
last sat i called him around 3 and asked if he wanted to hang out. i had no plans til the mustache party, so i wanted to see if he wanted to do something. he was on his way to the grocery store but said hed call back when he returned. no call. then i saw him in bogarts around midnight with melissa, one of her friends and this girls bf.

we had spoken of seeing ‘panic room’ at some point, so yesterday morning i emailed him to see if he wanted to go. he wrote back telling me he did want to see it, but he was going with melissa, her friend and her friends bf. no apology, no invitation, no nothing.
it really made me mad. i havent hung out with him much since he bought the ps2 and now it seems he doesnt want to hang out much at all.

other than that, things are good.

now i must go shower.
* * *perhaps i was a bit too hasty. mike just called me to see what was going on tonight. i still feel slighted for last night, but at least im hanging out with him tonight. i feel almost like a giddy schoolgirl. except not.

i hope i dont get drunk. its katie’s last night working at bogarts, so im sure itll be interesting. must refrain from too much alcohol.

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8.19am, dulles international airport

waiting, waiting waiting, and doing the seated version of tossing and turning in uncomfortable airport seats. they’re stiff black faux leather, connected in groups of eight, and remind me of tootsie rolls (the long skinny kind). my first flight, from dulles to st. louis, doesn’t start boarding for another 1/2 hour.

the last time i flew was about 2 years ago when tripp and i were fresh out of our breakup and headed to NYC together/separately (what am awful idea). before that, my last flight was to frankfurt, the summer in between freshman and sophomore years at school. when i was ounger, wwe flew to germany every other summer and i was a vetran flyer. now i feel out of practice.

thoughts of september 11 are completely inescapable. i can’t imagine that a single person here today hasn’t been haunted by that ghost. one of the flights that crashed originated here…

i’m not scared, just hyper-aware. security was defintely more thorough than years and times previous. i spent some intimate tme with a female security agent as she searched me for the source of my beeping as i went through the detectors (turned out to be the zippers of my boots).

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i just went to pee, dragging my purse, sweater, and duffle with me the 20 yards to the restroom. i was going to ask the couple across from me to watch my stuff, but then i realized how not-kosher that would be nowadays.

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i am here now. as we landed i was startled to see how flat and dusty colorado is. i am the queen of unfounded preconceptions, it seems. i also thought dinosaurs to be a lot bigger than they actually are, apparently. tanja drove me around town some, and we stopped to see some real dinorsaur footprints in the side of a mountain near red rocks. i was imagining being able to, you know, stand in the footprint and get my picture taken, etc. turns out the prints were maybe a square foot in total area! what a rude awakening for little miss linda, who apparently never paid enough attention in science class (not that big of a surprise). i decided i don’t want to learn anything more about the pterodactyl, my favorite creature of this genre. i’m not sure i could stand to be let down on that one. squalk!

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This is my lucky thirteenth post, and I’d like to spend it thanking all of the people who read my post and decided to help me out by sending me suggestions. I will have a post up with the best and most interesting ones soon, along with some of what I’ve decided on, but for now I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who took the time. Also, I still welcome input from anyone, it’s really helping out. So thanks again.

P.S., I’m also relieved that someone actually reads these

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As anyone who lives in Virginia is probably already aware, our largest illegal tire dump is on fire, and it will be for a long, long time. Near Roanoke, the 170-acre dump was home to between three to four million tires.

Said one firefighter on the scene: “It’s probably the worst brush fire I’ve ever seen, and I’ve fought fires in Los Angeles.” Yeah, it really feels great to beat out L.A. If only we could get a good riot going…

A similar fire in ’83-’84 took around 1 million dollars and aproximately nine months to put out, but wasn’t without its educational opportunities. “one of the lessons learned from the ‘Great Winchester Tire Fire’ is that pouring water on burning tires creates an oily residue that can leak into groundwater.”, so more good news for us. I would have thought that the main lesson would have been don’t let millions of illegally dumped tires pile up in the woods, but hey, I’m no fire prevention specialist.

My only regret about this story: no busses.

Anywhere.

Damnit.

And yes, I know, don’t end your post titles with a preposition.

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