oliver is coming to the party! that, in itself, is enough to keep me psyched for the next month. i haven’t seem him in years. literally.

to my beautiful navy nokia, i must say rest in peace. friday night sue and i went out to TbC, and upon return home i put my cell on my nightsand as i do each night. however, with drunken rationale it made sense to put it on top of my full water glass. thus when it later rang, the vibration caused it not just to fall into the full glass, but to submerge. i wanted to cry. i performed emergency surgery with a nail file to disassemble as many as components as i could to attempt to dry them out, but to no avail. i had a brief resurgence of joy the next morning when once reassembled the phone seemed to spring to life, but then realized it did so only to the point where i could access the phone numbers i have stored, as opposed to use it as an actual calling device. a new replacement nokia 1260 has been purchased, and the tedious task of re-entering all my numbers has been complete. i also added insurance to my plan. two bucks a month equals no more costly accidents. a sad lesson to learn.

can’t decide what to do tonight. feel quite restless.

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the apartment mystery has finally been resolved, and i’m moved in. i’m across the street from the unattainable magic apartment, in a still spacious bachelor pad with huge ceilings.

today is my second full day in the new place and everything is still all mixed up. i’m disoriented and still trying to get a grasp on my new situation. freedom is the key word – silence, peace, and open spaces. i do miss the penthouse suite back in the medina, but only in a more romantic distortion of the facts sense. the last couple months there were frustrating with there being about ten people in the apartment downstairs at any given time, two or three of whom would constantly be up on the little roof with me getting on my nerves. so that’s all done.

the only significant disadvantage of leaving the medina is the lack of food. not that there isn’t any around here, but in my new ‘nice’ neighborhood its mostly mini dry goods shops and restaurants, whereas the medina was full to overflowing with fresh fruits and vegetables, vendors selling a huge range of ready to eat treats ranging from cheap to really cheap, and a general insane presence of food everywhere. i’ve located a butcher now a few blocks away, for example, whereas in the medina there was a butcher shop every ten or fifteen meters. my favorite breakfast food is yet to be located in my new neighborhood, a type of fried bread, although i might have spotted a place earlier this evening. i’ll have to wait and see tomorrow since it was closed.

the interesting thing is i don’t have a refrigerator, so i can’t buy more vegetables than i can cook at once, which means i’m not buying too many vegetables. i foresee a lot of hamburgers and spaghetti in my future.

i’ll be starting a two week orientation at work in the middle of the month about, and i’ll start working october 1st. i’m floating around in a weird moroccan limbo for now, hopefully things will settle in the next few days. if not the welcome routine of work will get me set, since most of the professors live in my general area.

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rachael is back in town. this means for all of you who have put up with my stupidity during the summer, there should be less of it now.

this is a good thing.

last night i took valerie out for a drink. john and christina came along, albeit tired and grumpy. after a drink at good luck, our newest local dive (dark and more dark), we came be and walked to the coffee shop down the street.

we ordered some drinks and sat outside to nurse them. john and christina at one table, val and i at the other.

and then a crazy man came and sat at the third table, (val and i are in the middle). it was later decided he looke dlike the crypt keeper. shiveled, scabby and scary.

he is smoking a nub of a cigarette and begind talking to us, even though it is obvious he have no desire to engage with him. his comversation begins with how high he is. it moves quickly to listening to out conversation and then interjecting his own bits. esp about ‘horror hotel’, a movie he saw in the 1980s about necrophilism.

we continue to ignore him. he gets mad. he says, ‘if you dont want to talk, say so. dont jusst ignore me. thats rude.’

i commiserate with this statement, so i tell him ‘we dont really want to talk. sorry.’

bu teven that was the wrong thing to say. he gets pissed and starts cursing us out. calling us names, threatening us, etc. i ask val something and she laughs. this guys thinks that she is laughing at him and he leaps up, into her face. threatening to spill his coffee on her. he keeps going and going. val, john and christina leap up and start walking away. i sit there for another moment, staring at this guy. he begins to follow them, so i get up and follow him. i figure its probably better for me to have him somewhat surrounded, need be.

halfway down the block, he confronts val again. threatening more of the same – coffee in her face, etc. john leaps forward, blocking him from her.

sensing he is outnumber perhpas, the crazy man keeps walking and we turn around and head back towards the coffee house.

unnerving to say the least. i havent ever had such an experience with a crazy/homeless/drug addicted person before. lets hope it doesn really happen again.

scary.

now i go crawl back in bed with rachael.

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every time i decide, logically, that i am done with TheBoy, something happens and i am totally enraptured again. and it can be weird stuff. this evening it was talking about his son’s first day of kindergarten. how ridiculous am i to be a sucker for something like that. i’m a total mommy.

i spent about 5 hours today in the sun today at our faculty picnic and i was totally miss cranky. lots of fatty picnic food and 98 degree heat and having forgotten my bathing suit and thus not being able to swim made me surly. i kept sneaking into the house to swig from my bicardi-O bottle. that stuff’s yummy. i am such a weird hostess sometimes. i bust ass to make sure the social situation will be stellar, but then sometimes when the actual soiree is underway all i want to is run and hide. which doesn’t make it sound auspicious that i am in the throes of party-planning for late september, but i am excited about it. having roommates who fly in different social circles should make it sweet.

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So I’m leaving this town
Turning my back on today
And I won’t come back
The deposit was cashed
And I’ll forget who you are
Tear up everything you wrote
In the book of my life
You’ll be lucky to be a footnote

These days come and these days go now

I’m so happy you’re here
It’s been so long
And we have so much to talk about
How are the kids?
How’s the wife?
It’s good to see you
Enjoy your life

These days come and these days go now

I still remember the sound
Of your voice when you knew you were wrong
And that I wouldn’t be around
And that I would be gone
I wanted to scream
But your ears had gone deaf
With tears in your eyes
You watched as I left

These days come and these days go now

As we looked on
The stars faded in the smog
Until we could count only five
We laughed nervously
Because in the big picture
We mean nothing
As time continues into eternity

As these days come
And these days go

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2 things. one exciting for you, one exciting for me.

for you:

i got my other cam wired up at work. so now you can watch me there too. will the fun ever end?

for me:

aubrey finished my book. thats good, as her edits will wrap up my second round and ill really honestly put it to bed very soon.

her kind words:
“here’s the only thing i’ll tell you now: the biggest problem with the manuscript is tenses.
the biggest problem.
which means that you need to throw yourself a motherfucking party. honestly.”

im beaming. thank you girl.

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first week of classes? finished.

the score? 1 class with peggy weil. 2 with perry hoberman. 1 with a screenwriting prof whose name eludes me. peggy’s class will involve interactive projects. perrys will as well, but much more technical (lets say, max/jitter, and programming chips with rudimentary forms of basic). screenwriting? well, its script analysis. which means we watch a movie, then watch it again and break down structure. the movies? prints (35mm for us cinema snobs) of: north by northwest, the 12 chairs, the passenger, mulholland drive, the godfather and several others…chrispy – be jealous my friend.

in other, less nerdy news, its been a rough summer for me emotionally. the light is at the end of the tunnel as rachael returns to the area on sat. its been about 8 weeks since ive seen her and its really fucked with my head. youd think that of all the people in the world, long distance would come to me as second nature by now. i mean, 2 years of long distance with her should mean that 8 weeks is nothing.

yet it seems that the opposite was true. im falling apart.

not cool.

in other news, mike sent this to me. ive seen it, but its worth a repost. arnold talks sex.

in a related topic, this photo, also nudetripp, is my wet dream come true. i cant even say anything else about it.

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