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Thursday, October 8th, 2009
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| Time: | 12:42 pm. |
| Music: | thievery corporation. |
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Amped on life. Not like the picture, but still watching Groundhog Day at least three times a week.
I've lost 10lbs and am now able to run 7 miles. I swim every day. I feel great. I'm CUT OUTTA WOOD. When November rolls around I'm either going to sign up for 5-on-5 soccer or boxing. I haven't decided which.
Duress has a 7" coming out in the near future. End finally in sight! So excited about that. We wrote a new song that is perhaps my favorite song I've heard in awhile. I want to play it over and over again.
I'm going to Seattle tomorrow to hang out, then to Vancouver! Burn in hell, Chicago. Again.
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Saturday, August 1st, 2009
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Weird. I think all my cool friends log into my totally cool livejournal account and post emotional entries that I have no recollection of making. Because fuck it, Chicago is great. Good friends, good shows, good life. I have the internet (and a functional computer!) so I foresee so many more crappy reality shows viewed online.
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I've been feeling pretty miserable for a long time now, and I can't get out of it. I want to leave this city.
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Saturday, April 18th, 2009
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I am going to Japan!! For fucking free!!!! Apparently I have enough frequent flyer miles to cover all the expenses (minus taxes, which were $108)?! Just goes to show that that awful trip all over Europe (wherein ALL MY SHIT WAS STOLEN/LOST/STOLEN AGAIN) paid off. And that time I went to the Philippines when I was 17 and a spider the size of a dinner plate plopped ONTO MY ASS when I went to use the outhouse.
Butholyshit. It's 6am and I'm giddy with excitement. I was sprinting all the way home from work today on my bike, just smiling and whistling like a total asshole. I waved at a group of older Hispanic women at a bus stop and they gave me the finger. Fucking typical. Oh well, I intend on spending the entirety of my hard-earned tax return on records.
This week has been crazy. Lots of stress, lots of crying, lots of E M O T I O N Z, but at least in a couple days I can escape from this craplife and pretend I'm not my horrible self. BONZAI (upon writing that, I realized I have no concept of Japanese culture -besides the obvious pop culture- and I will be a douchebag American)!
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I don't know where...but I'm going on a trip next week. Either Mexico or Tokyo. Gotta love frequent flyer miles.
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Thursday, March 19th, 2009
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Secret's out: I fucking love LOST and am way too involved with the lives of fictional characters. So here is my obligatory LOST rant.
Normally I fucking hate Juliet, but this whole Juliet-Sawyer-Kate fiasco tugs at these old HEART STRINGS OF MINE. She gets the short end of the stick, and Kate is equally annoying. Sawyer's a total fox, but Juliet's a doctor, and Kate is whiny and terrible. When will it be my turn to win?
Also! I'm playing in a band called Duress with Matt and Farn but never fear, it's not weird at all, rather very functional because we all talk shit and hang out. We have a super cool sweet show that I'm very excited for.
We're also trying to finagle playing my beloved MADISON and MINNEAPOLIS in a couple months. I miss you MN rascals.
In the next few weeks my schedule rules, too. I'm only schedule four shifts a week instead of five. And....AND! I don't work overnights. Holy shit. I'll have free time?! To hang out with PEOPLE?!!?! I feel like ever since I've moved to Chicago, I've hung out with persons other than my roommates on TWO occasions. Once - when Teresa and Matt came over for a vegan potluck (October) and then when we had Taco Night (February). My new goal is to make plans and leave my apartment to "socialize." A person can only watch so many episodes of The Wire by herself before she's found hanging from the ceiling rafters. Socializing in '09.
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Monday, February 2nd, 2009
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Over the past few weeks, I've decided to take steps to go back to school. I went on Amazon, bought a bunch of GRE study books, and I've been diligently studying each night and storing such vocabulary gems as "eleemosynary" and "laconic" into my lexicon. I have lofty plans to take the GRE in the winter, look at grad schools in the spring, and then see where my timeline takes me from there. It's nice to be able to work toward something at my own pace.
I have huge ups and down working at Pick Me Up. Most of the time, I'm your nice, friendly waitress who makes awkward jokes and small talk. But then, THEN, there's just one huge fucking jerk-off whose sole purpose is to treat me like shit and fill my entire being with blind rage. Yes, there's that one sad little customer who wants to come in and fuck my day up and exercise his or her power over food service workers. To all these people, I would like nothing more than to stab you in the throat with our petite dessert forks and pour your extra sides of ranch dressing into the gaping wound. Fucking fucks. But really, I'm not that stressed out. Or maybe I am. I just know that sometimes I scream, and sometimes I'm as happy as a clam. Ups, downs.
I'm reading this book and it's fantastic. I haven't been so captivated by a book in a long time.
I've been told it was made into a movie. I'll most likely check that out after I'm done with this and be supremely disappointed.
I'm also learning how to play bass. I knew that learning how to play Weezer's Blue album on guitar would pay off someday. Good investment, Melanie. Having free time to partake in such "hobbies" is a strange, new concept to me.
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Monday, January 26th, 2009
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Friday, January 9th, 2009
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I'm here in Indiana. Matt is playing Sonic the Hedgehog 2 and I'm blowing caramel-colored globs from my nose.
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Sunday, November 23rd, 2008
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-Freaked out on some dude at a show in Lansing
-Got doored (me and my bike are okay) and freaked out on some dude
-Almost got robbed/mugged on the street but then freaked out on some dude (Smart)
I've had better months.
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Sunday, November 9th, 2008
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I've been sick for the past week but now I can finally breathe through my nose.
EDIT - Trial tickets sold out?!!???? I was sick on the worst fucking week possible. Ugh, I'm going back to sleep.
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Wednesday, October 29th, 2008
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Last weekend I babysat. You know, for kids. My co-worker couldn't do it so she recommended me. This family lives on Michigan Ave, right by Millennium Park, in a THREE FLOOR APARTMENT. The living room had 30-ft ceilings and a grand piano. The kids were fucking awesome and we played "Olympics" all night. Events included distance-sliding (hardwood floors) & floor exercises with a mini soccer ball. I am 16 years old. This is my income.
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Tuesday, October 7th, 2008
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It's about 4:30am and I just got home from work and my roommate is just leaving for work. Our apartment would be a lot cooler if Futureman didn't pee on every single rug we try to use.
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Monday, October 6th, 2008
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Good ol' Sarah Palin! Representing the modern American woman!! Striving to replace your reproductive rights with prayer!!!
I should hope that all who read this crappy e-journal is already wise to the multitude of reasons why she is totally incompetent and set to fuck up everyone's life (if not, just ask and I'll be happy to tell you).
But whoever wears this shirt is a fucking cunt.
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So at Pick Me Up, I'm but a lowly barista right now and my only tips come from take-out orders. So obviously this requires me to fucking work it since tipping on carry-out orders isn't very "required." Anyway, this past week I've been calling people "baby" and I've seamlessly worked it into my stock conversation when taking orders. It has fucking quadrupled my tip income because people - both male and female - love to be called baby...BY A FEMALE. When some random dude calls me baby or sweetie or some other diminutive, I get pissed as hell but when another female refers to me as anything like that, I find it endearing. In the end, I feel like a fucking loser calling these asshole bros "baby" in order to elicit $5. What dignity?
IN SUMMATION: I spent several years and thousands of dollars to get my degree and now I'm debating the sociolinguistics of carry-out orders. Fuck my life.
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Monday, September 29th, 2008
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Amanda told me that most of the kitten calendars are photographs of TAXIDERMIED CATS!!!!! I'm too lazy to confirm/deny this via the internet so instead I'll disseminate unconfirmed information. RIP.
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Thursday, September 11th, 2008
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| Time: | 9:42 pm. |
| Music: | Nirvana. |
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The city of Chicago has been good to me. I got a job at Pick Me Up and pig out on vegan milkshakes all day. Right away they gave me 40 hours, which is fucking awesome (albeit some are overnight shifts). Everyone who works there is sassy as fuck and puts me to shame. But the only biking I do is to work and back (only 6 miles round trip) so I feel lazy as hell. My muscles are atrophying as we speak and my posture gets lumpier by the day. I tried running a few days ago, which in actuality was jogging half-assedly for 3 blocks and then wheezing and "stretching" for 5 mintues. After 20 minutes total I just said fuck it and went home to eat graham crackers.
Polo is perhaps my only actual physical activity, and what muscle groups is that really working?? My legs...kinda? The courts are pretty damn far, though. They're 10 miles from my work which is 9.8 miles farther than I had to bike for polo in Madison. No complaints though, because the streets are all flat and I haven't been doored yet.
I've noticed that all my entries are self-deprecating. It's my default personality, what can I say? Also I only talk about polo, because it's really my only hobby. Actually I forcefully think of random stuff to e-talk about just so I can front like I have a life that doesn't revolve around polo. If there was a polo livejournal community I'd be all over that, but there's isn't so you're all stuck with my blatherings.
Soon Matt and Varg and the roommates will all be back and tonight will be great. Non-polo activities.
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Wednesday, July 30th, 2008
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I am damn excited to move to Chicago. Great apartment, fucking awesome roommates, living near the boy & long-lost Chicago pals, relatively flat streets, and a plethora of shows. Now I just need a job.
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There's a ton of exciting things going on in my life, but all is eclipsed by this.
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Shit to do before we leave for Toronto:
Find Bernadette's lost PASSPORT (no big deal)
Repair proper fucked bottom bracket (noooo biggg deaaall)
Pack
Locate a BIKE RACK to use (we're screwed)
Play on the internet (clearly)
We're leaving for 5 days for the CMWC and I couldn't be more excited. We're staying with my filipino relatives outside of Toronto tomorrow night and they've already prepared lumpia and pancit for our arrival. But yeah, I have all this random shit that needs to get done but I can't stop listening to En Vogue videos on youtube. I also keep trying on these musty body suits that Leif gave me, which were in his garage for TWO YEARS. I'm currently mashing up in there sans underwear because I don't want to go upstairs and wake up Sleeping Matthew. Let's see how many lady infections I acquire in 30 minutes or less in these bad boys.
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