madeofglass

10-14-02

This morning we piled all of our stuff into the van and drove the two hours to Vegas. We got the bikes shipped, returned the van and got to the airport as planned.

The hardest part was saying goodbye to Robert. I think perhaps the trip didn’t go as smoothly as it could have, thanks largely to my underestimation of how much driving it would take to get from place to place. We spent a LOT of time on the road, and really didn’t get to ride that much. While that may have only slightly sucked for me (I was technically working, after all), I wonder what it was like for him. After all, he’s not out here to write about biking. He’s out here because this is his vacation. It was a bike vacation and I know neither of us got even a hundred miles of riding in over the seven days. Well, hopefully it was a worthwhile trip for him. I know it was for me. I did get to ride some fun stuff, see some awesome sites, and go places I might not otherwise have visited. Best of all, I got to spend some time getting to know a friend a little bit better. In the end, I think that’s pretty good.

I’m sitting in the airport in Vegas with a few hours to kill before boarding my plane. There’s a table of guys next to me talking about getting prostitutes. The main guy talks loudly, which is helpful for the eavesdroppers here. It’s an interesting conversation, an exposure to an underbelly I would otherwise never see.

“I was with this girl last night and asked ‘Do you kiss?’ She said ‘No, we never exchange bodily fluid.’ And I’m thinking ‘Hey, I’m going to be shooting all over her face at the end’.”

The conversation drifts from vague place to vague place.

“They didn’t tell you it was going to be six hundred?”

“No. They said one-sixty per girl.”

Later, “There’s this one woman I know, she only works three days every other week. She flies from LA for Thursday, Friday, Saturday and she makes enough to pay for every thing in LA AND put her daughter through college. Man, I wish I was a woman!”

At some point, the guy talks about only having twenty dollars. “She looked at me like I offended her sensibilities or something. You know, I think if I needed twenty dollars, and somebody offered me twenty dollars to mop this floor, I’d mop the floor.”

Ah, Vegas. Get me out of here.

“Man, it don’t matter as long as it ain’t your wife [with whom you’re having sex].”

Popularity: 1% [?]

i’m not yet dressed for halloween, except for the pretty crown on my head. i like it a lot.

i’ve started to feel awkward posting ever since one of my friends read something unflattering about himself up here. sigh. ah well.

so this evening matt (from here) and i had a little chat. it wasn’t as awkward as it could have been which was good. he asked if the guy i’d been with the other day was my boyfriend, and i said yes. apparently he’d talked to someone. everything is ok. he did tell me that he thinks i’m an attractive girl and would like to date me, but that not to feel weird about any of it cause he totally understands. i like people being direct, but i’m definitely not used to it.

i’m off to tripp’s party in a bit. nervous about meeting people and trying to socialize with people i don’t know much about. i’ll manage. if only matt (who posts) could be there. then i would be guaranteed good conversation.

work piled up for me. i’ve got probably 50 applications to file but will have more coming in tomorrow and over the weekend. i’m going to go in for somewhere between 4-6 hours on monday to try to catch up a little but it is endless. ugh. when this starts slowing down, i’m going to have to start sending out the letters to the people who haven’t made the final cut. never ends. i guess that’s the beauty of a consistent job. never ends. i wish i had more free hours to devote to it, i hate letting things slip.

Popularity: 1% [?]

after lindas poem(s) yesterday (i found the one about me in my inbox when i woke. i felt special until i saw it posted with two others, not about me. ah well. it was still nice.), i got a halloween card from her as well. she misses me.

im not sure how to handle it – i dont want to neglect friendships, but at the same time, i think its good forlinda to not be able to cling to me as closely as she would be comfortable doing. i feel like its a fine line (although, i did call her the other day but never got a return call. im not bitter, i just wanted to note that im not ignoring her).

i also got a card from roxy (a nice one. that too is another fine line for me i feel like. esp right now.), 2 boxes from home and a box from b&n. thats a lot of mail. least i have more sweaters and socks now. yay for my mother.

im having a halloween party tonight. if youre in la, youre welcome to come, just hit me up for info.

nudetripp today is way better than its been in a while. and i know i never seem to take suggestions – its more like they get buried in email. i need a better organizational system for email and all my files on my computer (or a dvd burner). having like 30 cds full of mp3s isnt the best way to have them.

back to preparing my midterm presentation that i give in a few hours.

Popularity: 1% [?]

If anybody needs me, call Florida.

Popularity: 1% [?]

cheri, kim, matt, and i are the osbournes. it kicks ass. pictures to follow. i got my kids ring pops and skull and spider rings, and we are watching poe’s ‘the pit and the pendulum’. i am a happy halloweenie.

Popularity: 1% [?]

Hooray for boring easy weeks. The only homework I had all week was manipulating two Excel spreadsheets. I went to a marketing recruitment event last night. The resume is now out in that crazy working world. Going to try to get an internship at DreamWorks. Wish me luck on that one.

Tonight is the Halloween party. If you are reading this, you are invited. Give me a call or drop me an email. I let you know what’s up. Tomorrow I gotta wake up at 4am to go to TJ with my program. It seems like it’ll be fun, but for some reason I’m not looking very forward to it. Hopefully it’ll be worth the while. See you tonight, or if not, in a couple of days.

Popularity: 1% [?]

i’m making annalily happy and playing eminem. she’s not so happy. her nose is internally swollen.

i had a day that was very productive but i feel like i got nothing done. i finished my midterm portfolio, turning it in before i could freak out and hate everything in it. hopefully i didn’t overlook anything stupid. it looks good, although i wish i’d had a more classy fastener than a paper clip. one of the applications i as filing the other day had a really nice one—wow, why am i talking about this. sigh. anyway, it was nice, it was circular and it just looked plain old good.

midterm portfolio was turned in, and i wrote a paper due tonight. i have one due tomorrow but most of it is written. despite this i feel like i had an unproductive day. maybe its because i was expecting to and had more free time than i’d planned on, maybe its because i wanted to go out with my sister to get something for our dad’s birthday and she didn’t get her car back from the mechanic in time. i think part of it is that it just seems so much later to me than what the clock says.

this week zipped by. i’m looking forward to this semester ending. not so much winter break, i feel like i could keep going for a while without it, but i’m just sick of my course load and not having enough time to work as many hours as i want (i desperately need my paycheck which i should be getting a week from friday. money goes too fast).

i thought about sarah and jamie today, two adorable kids that i used to babysit for. one of two sibling sets that i’ve actually enjoyed babysitting for. it was weird thinking about them because i realized that they’ve gotten old. i’m not really sure how old. sarah is probably in middle school. yuck. i learned from jamie that babies aren’t as fragile as i thought. he smashed his head (face actually. well, cheek) into a wall while i sat for him once, and wailed. between his crying and the ice i put on it, it looked mighty pink. of course it was all timed so that his dad got home a minute or two after the accident. i was distraught until seeing the lack of panic on his dad’s face.

i made some terrible comment about kids again yesterday at the art collective meeting. i was kidding and laughed, but i think annalily was taken aback for a second. the turnout to the meeting was good. i’m glad because it means its not such a big deal that i’m missing the setup and show. annalily and i avoided homework and went to buy stuff last night. sadly we went to walmart. even more sadly, it took over 30 minutes standing in line until the lady got to me (yay, annalily is writing a paper and requested classical. weird. an owl just hooted in time to mozart). i was innordinately pissed off at how long the checkout lady took to get through the two people ahead of me, but tried my best to let it go. sometimes i wish i didn’t care so much. i probably wouldn’t have minded so much if i hadn’t had so much work to do, but i still should have more patience.

i think its the time of year, but i have a huge craving for candy. snickers or almond joy.

Popularity: 1% [?]