Wednesday, December 31, 2003
i was just reading through my friendster profile and i scroll down to discover that someone left me a little surprise. in the "about me" section, after what i'd typed, someone else typed in a little surprise. i have a pretty good sense of humor, so i laughed. and then i realized, i haven't been on friendster in months...MONTHS. that's a really long time for that to have been up. oh well, it's not like people actually read all that stuff anyway. but now i'm on a quest to find out the identity of the prankster. if you know, you may e-mail me, i will be discreet. that person will never know you're the one who ratted him/her out.
Monday, December 29, 2003
i'm at home and it's snowing!!! woohoo. i saw big fish and i liked it. i've also watched mona lisa smile and return of the king while i've been home. i'm making up for lost time. and i've been sleeping in. it's blissful. and we're rapidly approaching the end of this year and the start of a new one. i wonder if that means the gym will be crazy busy, with new year's resolutions and all.
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
i watched primetime with diane sawyer - the "oprah in africa" special. it's oprah giving kids in africa gifts, spending time at orphanages, and making sure that each child knows that they are cared for. ok, i know giving away presents, etc doesn't solve any real problems, but i do think that it creates a moment, however short-lived, of kindness and love that they can look back on and remember.
speaking of presents...christmas is a week away. what i need are elves for my workshop/sweatshop.
speaking of presents...christmas is a week away. what i need are elves for my workshop/sweatshop.
Sunday, December 14, 2003
it is not a good feeling when your whole body just isn't working like it's supposed to be. i'm not sleeping enough. not eating right. not exercising nearly enough...or at all. it's like being a student in finals week, except i don't get to use that since i'm no longer a student. but 6 months later, i'm still living like one.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
two weeks notice is still missing, as is my uw webspace, but i know where that went - uw took it back. i'm in the process of moving things over to my new domain, but it is slow going. partly it is because i'm lazy. i think about all the blood, sweat, tears, and time that it will take to revamp it and it makes me want to scream and pass out. the main reason is because christmas is like two and a half weeks away, which i feel like snuck up all of a sudden [that stealthy christmas]. so i am furiously creating and making stuff in time for christmas. after all the supplies i bought for card-making last year, i have to put it to use, or else all the money i thought i'd save by making my own cards rather than purchase boxed cards will really have been wasted. and we can't have that. i'm like my own sweat shop.
yesterday, a patient walked into the office and asked me if i went to uw, to which i answered yes. and then he knew my name. at this point i was like "did i have class with this guy?" although he seemed a little on the older side. but before i could ask, he said, "and you speak mandarin" and he said it in mandarin. and then he laughed at me, but not in an evil bad guy way. i had a brief tangle with my fight or flight instinct, but then he explained himself. apparently, he was trying to find the number for our office and googled it before uw stripped me of my webspace, i had had my resume posted as part of an IS course, which is what this guy stumbled upon and decided to read. the incident has now become a bizarre story, but i was this close to yelling "fire" [which is what they teach you to yell if you're in trouble because no one responds to "help" these days].
it's late. i've been crafting since 8:30 and i'm hungry.
yesterday, a patient walked into the office and asked me if i went to uw, to which i answered yes. and then he knew my name. at this point i was like "did i have class with this guy?" although he seemed a little on the older side. but before i could ask, he said, "and you speak mandarin" and he said it in mandarin. and then he laughed at me, but not in an evil bad guy way. i had a brief tangle with my fight or flight instinct, but then he explained himself. apparently, he was trying to find the number for our office and googled it before uw stripped me of my webspace, i had had my resume posted as part of an IS course, which is what this guy stumbled upon and decided to read. the incident has now become a bizarre story, but i was this close to yelling "fire" [which is what they teach you to yell if you're in trouble because no one responds to "help" these days].
it's late. i've been crafting since 8:30 and i'm hungry.
Thursday, December 04, 2003
sometimes, i feel like people can almost be a waste of space. not all people, just some people...like, maybe paris hilton and nicole richie. [there's a conversation where norm macdonald continually asks her if she's black and it's funny. read it here.] and yet, i almost want to give in and watch the show. i shake my fists at the executives at fox - those programming geniuses.
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