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8/18/11
8/2/11
a murder
a murder: a flock, such as a 'murder of crows,' people in the dark ages were put in crow cages to be pecked to death by them as a form of execution...or so the myth goes
Nick! Nick! Nick nick nick...came to visit!
This has almost nothing to do with murders or flocks. But, nonetheless, I love Nick with all my heart. He's a stand up friend.
While he was in town, we went to I-hop and ate pancakes and eggs and bacon. I was a little sleepy and we ended up having some ridiculous conversation during which Nick accused me of killing small animals. So, naturally, I said aloud, "I don't just go around killing puppies" at the exact moment when our waitress walked up to ask if we wanted any refills. I slumped down into the plasticy booth seat and gave Nick a scolding look. It's bad enough that we were in I-hop at 1 am, our waitress naturally assumed we were drunk (silly her), but now, on top of it all, she thought I was a murderer. I ate as quickly as I could and made Nick pay the bill while I scurried to the car so I wouldn't make myself look anymore foolish...like I had when we came in and I inquired aloud (I meant for it to be in my head) whether or not they cooked the rice that was holding a group of pens upright in a coffee mug by the cash register for later use. It's perfectly good rice!
Nick and I also took his younger sister to see Attack the Block, which isn't really a "scary movie." I like alien movies, I really do. But it did have disproportionately scary previews. Nick and I had to cover our eyes. We're REAL MEN when it comes to pansy things like zombies and possessed children. (meanwhile I am shaking my head to reflect the honest truth).
Nick! Nick! Nick nick nick...came to visit!
This has almost nothing to do with murders or flocks. But, nonetheless, I love Nick with all my heart. He's a stand up friend.
While he was in town, we went to I-hop and ate pancakes and eggs and bacon. I was a little sleepy and we ended up having some ridiculous conversation during which Nick accused me of killing small animals. So, naturally, I said aloud, "I don't just go around killing puppies" at the exact moment when our waitress walked up to ask if we wanted any refills. I slumped down into the plasticy booth seat and gave Nick a scolding look. It's bad enough that we were in I-hop at 1 am, our waitress naturally assumed we were drunk (silly her), but now, on top of it all, she thought I was a murderer. I ate as quickly as I could and made Nick pay the bill while I scurried to the car so I wouldn't make myself look anymore foolish...like I had when we came in and I inquired aloud (I meant for it to be in my head) whether or not they cooked the rice that was holding a group of pens upright in a coffee mug by the cash register for later use. It's perfectly good rice!
Nick and I also took his younger sister to see Attack the Block, which isn't really a "scary movie." I like alien movies, I really do. But it did have disproportionately scary previews. Nick and I had to cover our eyes. We're REAL MEN when it comes to pansy things like zombies and possessed children. (meanwhile I am shaking my head to reflect the honest truth).
7/26/11
here's the question...
why does popcorn have a higher caloric value when unpopped than once popped? This confuses me to no end.
So I read a little and have concluded...drum roll please...that I am still confused.
Since we are on the topic of microwave popcorn, I might take this opportunity to tell you that my new favorite snack to have at work are these 100 calorie popcorn bags. They are mini and adorable and, most importantly, delicious.
Hmm. I think I will bid adieu and go make some popcorn and watch Red Ridding Hood. I rented it yesterday and am excited because I quite fancy the lead actress. So adieu my friends.
So I read a little and have concluded...drum roll please...that I am still confused.
Since we are on the topic of microwave popcorn, I might take this opportunity to tell you that my new favorite snack to have at work are these 100 calorie popcorn bags. They are mini and adorable and, most importantly, delicious.
Hmm. I think I will bid adieu and go make some popcorn and watch Red Ridding Hood. I rented it yesterday and am excited because I quite fancy the lead actress. So adieu my friends.
7/7/11
cop out
cop out: an idiom which means to avoid taking responsibility for an action, fulfilling a duty or meeting expectations
I'd write something terribly witty and insightful, but yeah, I have no excuse. I'm just lazy, or maybe tired, seeing as the time on my clock reads 3:47am. So I'm going to take the path more traveled and just blog my current life in pictures. I'm sorry for the cop out.
Essentially, I moved to Boise and got a job...and then another job...
I learned, once again, that some people are just crummy and will always be crummy, end of story. This seems to be a reoccurring lesson in my life, but it never soaks-in. Maybe I just have an overly sentimental heart. Anyway, I'm letting go, accepting that it's just been too much for too long. It's not my fight to fight anymore. I'm not sure I can muster the energy anymore. Oh resilience, why do you cling to me? I want to be happy, I sware (although at another time in my life this answer would have been different, no more wallowing) and with just one more push I'll be too apathetic not to be happy. what do they say ignorance is bliss, well apathy breeds happiness :/
anyway, as promised, I cut my hair on the very day that I didn't think or freight about the aforementioned heartbreak for the first time in what seems like the longest time...
and now I skate roller derby a super duper lot, and wash wheels instead of dishes, and buy tank tops that read "silly boys, trucks are for girls" (trust me, if you play roller derby this is hilarious).
and I walk to work or ride my bike most days, along the way I sometimes see something that makes me chuckle, like this bumper sticker...
The world would be a more bearable place if more people followed this statement.
I eat a lot of cereal too... in the big bowl.
and listen to the music Nick gives me...
and sometimes, I even hang with my sister and brother-in-law and we go to Hastings, poke around, only to rent and watch a really sad movie about love called Blue Valentine from the red box (it's right up there with "I Am Sam" and "The Land Before Time." I was depressed for like a fucking week after each of these movies, no joke).
oh and, my sister often orders for me at restaurants. She says, " 'scuse me, sir, is this gluten free?" She says this because I was recently diagnosed with a wheat/gluten allergy. More on that to come later. Promise.
oh and, this is going to make me seem like a bad aunt for not posting news of this sooner...but my sister Jessica had her third, a boy named Dean Derex Lee, two middle names. Who doesn't love a man with two middle names?! Weird. I have a nephew. We don't have a lot of men in our family, so this is new.
I'd write something terribly witty and insightful, but yeah, I have no excuse. I'm just lazy, or maybe tired, seeing as the time on my clock reads 3:47am. So I'm going to take the path more traveled and just blog my current life in pictures. I'm sorry for the cop out.
Essentially, I moved to Boise and got a job...and then another job...
I learned, once again, that some people are just crummy and will always be crummy, end of story. This seems to be a reoccurring lesson in my life, but it never soaks-in. Maybe I just have an overly sentimental heart. Anyway, I'm letting go, accepting that it's just been too much for too long. It's not my fight to fight anymore. I'm not sure I can muster the energy anymore. Oh resilience, why do you cling to me? I want to be happy, I sware (although at another time in my life this answer would have been different, no more wallowing) and with just one more push I'll be too apathetic not to be happy. what do they say ignorance is bliss, well apathy breeds happiness :/
anyway, as promised, I cut my hair on the very day that I didn't think or freight about the aforementioned heartbreak for the first time in what seems like the longest time...
and now I skate roller derby a super duper lot, and wash wheels instead of dishes, and buy tank tops that read "silly boys, trucks are for girls" (trust me, if you play roller derby this is hilarious).
and I walk to work or ride my bike most days, along the way I sometimes see something that makes me chuckle, like this bumper sticker...
The world would be a more bearable place if more people followed this statement.
I eat a lot of cereal too... in the big bowl.
and listen to the music Nick gives me...
and sometimes, I even hang with my sister and brother-in-law and we go to Hastings, poke around, only to rent and watch a really sad movie about love called Blue Valentine from the red box (it's right up there with "I Am Sam" and "The Land Before Time." I was depressed for like a fucking week after each of these movies, no joke).
oh and, my sister often orders for me at restaurants. She says, " 'scuse me, sir, is this gluten free?" She says this because I was recently diagnosed with a wheat/gluten allergy. More on that to come later. Promise.
oh and, this is going to make me seem like a bad aunt for not posting news of this sooner...but my sister Jessica had her third, a boy named Dean Derex Lee, two middle names. Who doesn't love a man with two middle names?! Weird. I have a nephew. We don't have a lot of men in our family, so this is new.
11/29/10
black friday
black friday: the day following Thanksgiving Day, traditionally the beginning of the U.S. shopping season On this day, many retailers open very early, often at 4 a.m., or earlier, and offer promotional sales to kick off the shopping season.
every year, 4:30am. Knock, knock, knock. Switch. The light is too glaring to open my eyes. I all I can see are yellow blobs. My mother says with enthusiasm that only coffee can provide, "Wake up! It's time to go shoooooooping!!" I think she even claps her hands with joy. It'd be better if she just said, "let's get ready to rummmble" (which I oddly thought was "rumbo" for the longest time) or something to that effect, at least that way I'd think, in my half-awake not-yet-cognisant morning haze, that I was preparing for an epic sports game or to go to war or something more worthwhile than shopping. I roll over and groan. Eventually, I get up and put some pants on and maybe a little makeup. Despite the effort, I still look like the living dead at this hour in the morning. You'd think by now my mother would have realized that I am the wrong person to take Black Friday Shopping. Despite my grumpiness, she brings me anyway. Think I'm bitchy during normal daylight hours? Try making it 4am and adding six million annoying holiday shoppers. Oh man, my cynicism becomes particularly caustic, especially if I'm not fed. Usually I end up getting a thing or two (I got a cute dress with skulls all over it) and tolerate knowing that I'll have to do this next year as well...so long as I'm compensated in I-hop pancakes.
After Friday, I got pesto pizza with Kayliegh, and we collectively decided that higher education is a joke. I also had a sort of mini-date with my step-dad. We watched The Hurlocker, my choice. That's a damn good film. A sobering look at war from the perspective of three bomb-techs in Iraq. For parts of it, I clean forgot I was watching a movie. I especially liked the grocery store scene, it rings true to all the experiences I've had with war vets. Next, I want to watch the wind that shakes the barely.
p.s. fuck, I didn't do any homework this weekend. well, I did, but it didn't make a dent in the amount of work I have to do :(
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| Natalie Dee |
every year, 4:30am. Knock, knock, knock. Switch. The light is too glaring to open my eyes. I all I can see are yellow blobs. My mother says with enthusiasm that only coffee can provide, "Wake up! It's time to go shoooooooping!!" I think she even claps her hands with joy. It'd be better if she just said, "let's get ready to rummmble" (which I oddly thought was "rumbo" for the longest time) or something to that effect, at least that way I'd think, in my half-awake not-yet-cognisant morning haze, that I was preparing for an epic sports game or to go to war or something more worthwhile than shopping. I roll over and groan. Eventually, I get up and put some pants on and maybe a little makeup. Despite the effort, I still look like the living dead at this hour in the morning. You'd think by now my mother would have realized that I am the wrong person to take Black Friday Shopping. Despite my grumpiness, she brings me anyway. Think I'm bitchy during normal daylight hours? Try making it 4am and adding six million annoying holiday shoppers. Oh man, my cynicism becomes particularly caustic, especially if I'm not fed. Usually I end up getting a thing or two (I got a cute dress with skulls all over it) and tolerate knowing that I'll have to do this next year as well...so long as I'm compensated in I-hop pancakes.
After Friday, I got pesto pizza with Kayliegh, and we collectively decided that higher education is a joke. I also had a sort of mini-date with my step-dad. We watched The Hurlocker, my choice. That's a damn good film. A sobering look at war from the perspective of three bomb-techs in Iraq. For parts of it, I clean forgot I was watching a movie. I especially liked the grocery store scene, it rings true to all the experiences I've had with war vets. Next, I want to watch the wind that shakes the barely.
p.s. fuck, I didn't do any homework this weekend. well, I did, but it didn't make a dent in the amount of work I have to do :(
11/28/10
bad religion
bad religion: the kings of punk rock. sometimes when there's nothing going on in my brain (a rare occurrence) this lyric passes through my brain, "Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today. Mass paranoia is a mode not a malady."
I recently drove down to Eugene through a sticky molasses mess of traffic. Once the goo of traffic dripped off, Nick and I went to see Bad Religion play. I hate to admit it, but this is the only show I've been to in about three months. Pathetic, I know.
Nevertheless, it was a quality time with a quality person. Nick and I ate at Pita Pit before the show and decided that it's a bit disturbing to see what you're eating (tomatoes, lettuce, bacon) personified in paint on the walls right next to your table. Yum, delicious tomato smiling at me from above. Creepy, really. The show was, in the words of my dearest friend Nick, "kick-ass." The Bouncing Souls opened, and man does the lead singer have the most unusual stage presence. I couldn't tell if he was just high or really confused and maybe thought he was singing to a 1960' lounge of suave people. It's as if the words and sounds coming from his mouth didn't quite match up with his motions. I wanted them to sing this:
but they didn't. That's okay the superb talent of Bad Religion and the brief moshing moments of bliss (note to self: don't wear glasses to the next time, I was Nick's coat rack for half the show as he flailed his arms and legs about...and as I got latched onto by the most intoxicated woman there, I think she thought I was an attractive male and all Nick could do was laugh, making the situation ten times worse) made up for it. Speaking of Nick, this man has the most amazingly accurate old-Jewish-woman-who-smokes impression. I've always admired people who can do impressions and change their voice. Imitation really is an impressive skill.
After the show Nick made me watch Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, which I'm sure is a delightful movie, but when you are super tired, a little cold from trying to sleep on a leather couch, and have had two years of rhetorical criticism, it's hard to watch a movie without picking it apart. My college education has ruined watching movies for me, everything I watch has some sort of "reading" and can be analyzed in some sort of way. Damn college education.
update 12/15/10: This reminds me, Nick let me borrow Greg Graffin's book Anarchy Evolution: Faith, Science, and Bad Religion in a World Without God, his signed copy and what is the first thing I do? I drop it in the mud :( don't trust me with your valuables. No, I'm a careful custodian of anybody's valuables, I just had hands like butter that day. Anyway, thank you Nick for the book (and the half dozen more that I have borrowed from you over the past few years). POWER!
I recently drove down to Eugene through a sticky molasses mess of traffic. Once the goo of traffic dripped off, Nick and I went to see Bad Religion play. I hate to admit it, but this is the only show I've been to in about three months. Pathetic, I know.
Nevertheless, it was a quality time with a quality person. Nick and I ate at Pita Pit before the show and decided that it's a bit disturbing to see what you're eating (tomatoes, lettuce, bacon) personified in paint on the walls right next to your table. Yum, delicious tomato smiling at me from above. Creepy, really. The show was, in the words of my dearest friend Nick, "kick-ass." The Bouncing Souls opened, and man does the lead singer have the most unusual stage presence. I couldn't tell if he was just high or really confused and maybe thought he was singing to a 1960' lounge of suave people. It's as if the words and sounds coming from his mouth didn't quite match up with his motions. I wanted them to sing this:
but they didn't. That's okay the superb talent of Bad Religion and the brief moshing moments of bliss (note to self: don't wear glasses to the next time, I was Nick's coat rack for half the show as he flailed his arms and legs about...and as I got latched onto by the most intoxicated woman there, I think she thought I was an attractive male and all Nick could do was laugh, making the situation ten times worse) made up for it. Speaking of Nick, this man has the most amazingly accurate old-Jewish-woman-who-smokes impression. I've always admired people who can do impressions and change their voice. Imitation really is an impressive skill.
After the show Nick made me watch Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, which I'm sure is a delightful movie, but when you are super tired, a little cold from trying to sleep on a leather couch, and have had two years of rhetorical criticism, it's hard to watch a movie without picking it apart. My college education has ruined watching movies for me, everything I watch has some sort of "reading" and can be analyzed in some sort of way. Damn college education.
update 12/15/10: This reminds me, Nick let me borrow Greg Graffin's book Anarchy Evolution: Faith, Science, and Bad Religion in a World Without God, his signed copy and what is the first thing I do? I drop it in the mud :( don't trust me with your valuables. No, I'm a careful custodian of anybody's valuables, I just had hands like butter that day. Anyway, thank you Nick for the book (and the half dozen more that I have borrowed from you over the past few years). POWER!
8/10/10
regret
regret: : to mourn the loss or death of, to miss very much, to be very sorry for
I have many regrets I have in life, just opportunities I wished I had explored more. I am not particularly mournful about missing these opportunities, just a touch disappointed. I mean, what if I had had the courage enough to pull myself out of the solid gray misery that I wear like a Kevlar vest, impermeable to humanity's crap. I would have moved on a long time ago, forgotten your face in time to do what I should have been doing all along. I would have gone to Henry Rollins and Mayhem Fest, I would have fucked (sorry for my vulgarity) that guy who works at the pharmacy, I would have started skating a lot sooner, I would have fly fished in the Boise River, I would have gone to more toastmasters club meetings and eaten a fuck load of macaroni n cheese, I would have DDed for Gill during Jaialdi and laughed at all the elated drunk people, I would have learned to square dance, I would have slashed your tires. Hummm, I did do quite a few of these things, but I did them while wearing my Kevlar vest, I did them dead on the outside, broken on the in.
Reflecting on this, insomnia has overcome me. It's one of those nights where sleep has eluded every part of my being. I am antsy. My big sister is kind enough to sit up and she's keeping me company. Oh how she loves me! I mean, I could clearly see she is struggling to stay awake and yet she insists. Were sitting on the couch, the flickering light of a movie freckles our faces. Now the credits are rolling, and I hug my knees to my chest, proclaiming with a yawn, "so this is it then? I vow never again to date a soul-sucking un-motivate jackass. THIS time I mean it." Being the supportive sister she is, Alby just laughs, shakes her head, and sleepily says, "right, Monique." I have a feeling she's being facetious. I suppose I still have a lot of un-motivated jackasses (not saying that that's all you were to me, but in this moment that's how it seems) to go through in life. eff. and here I thought I already had my share. oh good gawd and to think that I've got a date with a tattoo artist later this week. but really, double eff. I can see the truth of it all now. can I say triple eff? yup. triple eff! Next time I'll be sure to take off the Kevlar and make do and mend. Inspired, I made a playlist before I doze off on the couch. It's entitled "The Shit We Call Love":
0. "I Am Always the One Who Calls" Pedro the Lion
1. "Blankest Year" Nada Surf
2. "What If" ColdPlay
3. "Roulette" System of a Down
4. "Self Esteem" Offspring
5. "Let's Go To Bed" The Cure
6. "Oildale (Leave Me Alone)" Korn (don't judge...I needed an angry song and this is the one I came up with)
7. "Keep My Picture!" Horrorpops
8. "Honest Goodbye" Bad Religion
9. "The Film Did Not Go Round" Nada Surf
10. "Old Friend" Rancid
11. "What If I Knew" Dino Jr
12. "Listen to My Heart" The Ramones
13. "Starting Now" Ingrid Michaelson
14. "Either Way" Wilco
14 1/2. "Must Be Wrong" The Rentals
I have many regrets I have in life, just opportunities I wished I had explored more. I am not particularly mournful about missing these opportunities, just a touch disappointed. I mean, what if I had had the courage enough to pull myself out of the solid gray misery that I wear like a Kevlar vest, impermeable to humanity's crap. I would have moved on a long time ago, forgotten your face in time to do what I should have been doing all along. I would have gone to Henry Rollins and Mayhem Fest, I would have fucked (sorry for my vulgarity) that guy who works at the pharmacy, I would have started skating a lot sooner, I would have fly fished in the Boise River, I would have gone to more toastmasters club meetings and eaten a fuck load of macaroni n cheese, I would have DDed for Gill during Jaialdi and laughed at all the elated drunk people, I would have learned to square dance, I would have slashed your tires. Hummm, I did do quite a few of these things, but I did them while wearing my Kevlar vest, I did them dead on the outside, broken on the in.
Reflecting on this, insomnia has overcome me. It's one of those nights where sleep has eluded every part of my being. I am antsy. My big sister is kind enough to sit up and she's keeping me company. Oh how she loves me! I mean, I could clearly see she is struggling to stay awake and yet she insists. Were sitting on the couch, the flickering light of a movie freckles our faces. Now the credits are rolling, and I hug my knees to my chest, proclaiming with a yawn, "so this is it then? I vow never again to date a soul-sucking un-motivate jackass. THIS time I mean it." Being the supportive sister she is, Alby just laughs, shakes her head, and sleepily says, "right, Monique." I have a feeling she's being facetious. I suppose I still have a lot of un-motivated jackasses (not saying that that's all you were to me, but in this moment that's how it seems) to go through in life. eff. and here I thought I already had my share. oh good gawd and to think that I've got a date with a tattoo artist later this week. but really, double eff. I can see the truth of it all now. can I say triple eff? yup. triple eff! Next time I'll be sure to take off the Kevlar and make do and mend. Inspired, I made a playlist before I doze off on the couch. It's entitled "The Shit We Call Love":
0. "I Am Always the One Who Calls" Pedro the Lion
1. "Blankest Year" Nada Surf
2. "What If" ColdPlay
3. "Roulette" System of a Down
4. "Self Esteem" Offspring
5. "Let's Go To Bed" The Cure
6. "Oildale (Leave Me Alone)" Korn (don't judge...I needed an angry song and this is the one I came up with)
7. "Keep My Picture!" Horrorpops
8. "Honest Goodbye" Bad Religion
9. "The Film Did Not Go Round" Nada Surf
10. "Old Friend" Rancid
11. "What If I Knew" Dino Jr
12. "Listen to My Heart" The Ramones
13. "Starting Now" Ingrid Michaelson
14. "Either Way" Wilco
14 1/2. "Must Be Wrong" The Rentals
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