i now live in tennessee. i think i like it here.
my little sister is joining the derby. SWEET, right? she and hubby are relo-ing it to cleveland since the job market here is better...so yes! my sister can derby derby doo with me! so, SWEET, right?!
well, i left cleve-o around 1115am yesterday in order to make it to e-town on time in order to get in at least four solid hours of coaching and teaching my little sister essentials at the evans; since they have "open-skate" from 100PM-500PM on sundays. but no, that was not to happen.
we got kicked out. after an hour and a half. because i have a little bit of pink hair on top of my blonde AND i was wearing black fishnets underneath my green shorts with knee-high green socks and a black tee-shirt. not for say, exposing my nipples as was a particular hobaggish looking thirteen year-old...but i digress. apparently, my attire was not "family appropriate." but some cruddy teenybopper's nipple exposure is/was? WTF?!?!
i will discuss more about this tomorrow as my ass is still quite chapped about the whole humiliating yet exhilarating experience and therefore nothing coherent other than pure, unadulterated hatehatehate will spew forth from my fingertips. and 115am is not the appropriate time for me to write about this.
damn you evans. and damn you erie for making me hate many of your uber-conservative residents.
at least i got our money back. i'm not an unemotional inhuman bastard for nothing.
so i had a sort of breakdown on wednesday night. which went into yesterday and is still here today. i seem to take things to the extreme unlike anyone else i really know. a twenty-nine year old should not be behaving in the way that i behave. a twenty-nine year old should not feel such a need for external validation. but for some reason, i do. and i hate it. and i really think i hate myself from time to time. i wish i didn't, but i do.
this is just in time for our first derby bout of the season. grrreat.
okay. i never packed at stouffer's, but i swear to gosh that is one of THE best lines i have ever had the luxury of reading on an employment application. working in HR had its perks. such as the aforementioned little blurb. "list additional responsibilities that would set you apart from the applicant pool"..."i packed at stouffer's." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! anyways, let's talk about stouffer's and one particular line of their products. i am talking the lean cuisine. what is up with all the different categorizations of frozen meals? i mean - what tha hell? narrow your focus. marketing department, do your JOB!!! i have so many to choose from - dinnertime selects, cafe selects, not to be confused with cafe classics BOWLS. then there is the whole CASUAL EATING category. hahaha. what part of frozen dinner doesn't scream CASUAL?! maybe you can tell me. but stouffer's has a differentiation of the two - casual eating classics and casual eating favorites...like there's really a choice. it's still all a frozen meal that sometimes tastes okay, but usually tastes a little too manufactured and cardboardish. then we move on to the one dish classics. SERIOUSLY. what makes lean cuisine think that one black plastic dish full of low-fat food = a CLASSIC of any sort. well, i guess if it is ONE DISH, then it's a classic black plastic dish of SLOP. don't forget to "eat like a piggie!" i'm not even touching the skillets. and now the latest line of stouffer frozen meals is categorized as spa cuisine classsics. i swear to gawd, they need to get rid of the word classics. i, for one, just don't understand what is so CLASSIC about any of their frozen boxed meals...and now they are spa-like. please tell me what is so spa-like about mystery butternut squash ravioli in mystery white sauce? i just don't get it. i guess i should expect mozart to begin playing a concerto any time i choose to eat one of these CLASSIC meals. although i really do prefer bach to mozart. perhaps i shall blast some "prelude and fugue in g minor" next time i microwave a CLASSIC meal. i am sure bach would be so proud. thend.
-- i need a reputable chiropractor. if you know me well, you know i hatehatehate crackerbackers and have refused for many years to even go to one...but now is the time i think i finally have to do so. boooo. rec - if you read this, email me a referral to the one you went to in painesville. i can't deal with my back seizing up on me anymore.
-- going to eriePA for easter. gosh i forgot it was easter until it was announced there would be no rollerpractice on sunday. so erie - i'm all yours on sunday. and my little sister got a corgi. its name is iefan - welsh for "god is gracious." i'm not going to talk about god here. but i am excited to see her new puppy. and excited to have the opportunity to take lots of pictures of it and its non-leggedness. and my nephew. well, we all know i am photographically obsessed with him. updates for flickr...YES!
-- i'm thinking rhubarb pie.
-- to cut my hair or not. that is the current question. i kind of want the short pixie cut of mia farrow from rosemary's baby with a twist of the fauxhawk much like this one derby gal i know by the name of kill basa. i've been pndering this for MONTHS. and still cannot decide. and then this past week, my team had a photoshoot and i fashioned a pretty decent beehive with my hair, so i'm kind of all about perfecting the beehive a la cindy wilson from the b-52s before i make any major moves on chopping my hair off. as if it wasn't enough that i dyed my hair blues and pinks. hello hair life crisis. this happens 4-6 times a year.
-- when paula cole had hairy armpits on that one highly-watched musical awards show, it made me really happy.
-- i really don't want to go to the gym to warm-up for practice tonight, but i need to. at least it will get me thirty minutes of reading time. speaking of books - has anyone read notes on a scandal? i think i will be reading that next because i want to read it before i see the movie. if you did read it, what did you think?
-- have i mentioned the copy of repulsion i rented from netflix came damaged? so i get halfway through the film and it freezes. fantastic. thanks for that. so now i have to send it back and await a new one - which i know will only take like two days but still...i haven't seen this particular polanski movie and it was really good until it FROZE up on me. at least i'll be getting blue velvet (yes!!! i've seen this like 20 times and i still love it) and disc one of degrasssi - the next generation, season 1 tomorrow. and yes. i heart degrassi. both the original and the next generation. heeee!
-- dreams of pantry loos are not the best kind to have. thend.
one of my all-time favorite sites is "overheard in new york | the voice of the city." go here: http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/. trust me, you will love it, too.
sooo after crashing the rookie slumber party tonight – which i will expand upon later in this post or tomorrow or the next day - i came home to my nold (new + old = nold) cat and the internet. yesss. the internets! and a cat! a female cat named Lucifer no less!
anyways, after returning to my home, i hopped on to the overheard site only to be graphically reminded of just HOW MUCH i need to go back to nyc soon. i haven't been for three years and i'm about due for a jaunt. the following quote reminded me what i love so much about the busy city:
And People Who Don't Ask Probing Questions about My Sexual Orientation...
Italian Dude: So, are you interested in men?
Coffee house chick: I'm only interested in alternative lifestyle karaoke characters.
--Waltz-Astoria, 24th St & Ditmars Blvd.
...yes, indeed, quoted directly from the site. how much do you love THAT? how often do you hear things like that in cleveland? not often enough, let me tell you! i definitely need to go back sometime this year or maybe early next year.
i recently learned that you can catch a round-trip train from cleve-o to nyc for around $100. what fun would that be? oodles and buckets 'o' fun! especially because in my twenty-nine years of existence, i have still not yet had a long-distance train-traveling experience. i think i am long overdue for something like this.
speaking of trips and travel. there may be a trip to washington dc (arcade fire!!!) and one or two of the carolinas in my near future - ahem MAY. more to come on this - but all i have to say is that this trip *will* include at least one excursion to a national park area. *ahem*
tonight/this morning i relearned that i had to "spring forward!!!" even though my little sister reminded me last night. heh. eff that phrase. spring forward. i'll show you what to spring forward. and eff the fact that it is officially 425AM. i have to be up by 830AM to make it to practice on-time. eff eff eff. expletives to the nth degree.
i suppose i should attempt to sleep. blargh.
so how do i figure this out for myself...i suppose i should take the time. but i haven't. well, not yet.
my, what a big phone you have, ms. septic...haha. got a new phone this evening. thank goodness. i chose a motorola q over the enV - i initially planned on purchasing the latter, but due to the insta-gratifying nature of my insane text messaging world, i opted for the former. a better choice methinks. it does everything i want and need it to do, AND it is a lot slimmer than the enV.
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i sing like a good canary. i come when called. i come, that's all. that pretty much sums up the recent past and present of my life. i feel somewhat voiceless. or maybe not voiceless as much as stifled. i can't quite decide which, if either.
lately, i have been dealing with a bad case of debilitating anxiety. (as if the word "debilitating" didn't connote "bad" - so why the extra adjective? why the redundancy? it is a mystery. and i slay myself.) the anxiety is affecting much more than i ever anticipated this part of my persona would. i'm trying to deal with it effectively.
how effectively can i deal, though, when all the tools in the toolbox have been used and there are none left to use. well, none other than the rusty, broken ones i no longer seem to use anymore? do i go back and reuse, or attempt to fashion new(er) tools with the more useful ones i supposedly have available to me? i'm currently trying to figure this little mystery out.
i mean, "hello, it is 207AM right now."
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i will be taking my mom's kitty, Lucifer, this weekend. she'll be moving to ohio with me. FINALLY. this is something i have been talking about for awhile and now is the appropriate time. more family stuff has hit the fan and this is the most opportune and beneficial time for the following: my mom, family, and meMEme.
i miss my family. i need to make an effort to see them more often.
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on my way home from practice tonight i drag-raced some douchebag in a mystery machine (read: conversion-van-a-lanna-ding-dong). the jerkface tailed me (and three others) and flashed his brights for a good two miles before the road turned into a double lane and he thought he would be a good double-lane-rider, disallowing me to pass him. well, i was seeing red and ended up passing him and having him try to run me down at a speed which i could have been arrested for in a 35mph zone at 1138PM.
all i have to say on this is that i have experienced more senseless roadrage from both myself and others since i have moved to this city five years ago. i don't understand it. i am not sure i want to understand it. but i am wondering what is says about the city. you know, why all the roadrage?
senseless roadrage at that.
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i would start talking about those slippery slopes, but i am not on my culturally theoretical a-game tonight, so i will have to pass for now as i am a bit too fragmented. maybe i should concentrate on the maths more than the cultural theory tonight - especially when it correlates to me directly. or maybe i should just get lost in the hopeless little screen as mister leonard cohen so advocates in "democracy."
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and how about that book i've somewhat been working on in my free time.
how about that?
(x-posted from another blog of mine)
i don't have circulation problems, i swear. or maybe i do but i hate going to the doctor so much that i would rather have frozen extremities versus knowing what is really potentially wrong with me. no thanks. i've dealt with enough health issues this past fall, so i am not due for another doctor visit for at least a few more months. a non-urgent care doctor visit is what i mean. as i write this, my right foot is leaden as i would imagine a big chunky iceberg is. luckily my foot is not the titanic. i totally screwed up that comparison. seriously screwed it up.
my feet do not freeze when i skate, but they do when i am relaxing - doing nothing more than being a lump. when i skate, i do get the tinglies, though. the tinglies occur when you tie your laces super duper tight and then you end up understanding why they call speed skates "bleeders." although your feet are numbish, there is some pain. it doesn't happen all the time and it always surprises me when i get the random tinglies. i had the tinglies pretty horribly last night while scrimmaging, but i think i still managed to skate pretty well. in fact, my team did fantastically and so did all the rookies with whom we skated.
i want my team mascot(s) to be a snake, a horse head, and a chess pawn. that is all.
i'm a fan of the vox right now. aesthetically pleasing layouts and the usability - well, let's just say it is tops. but why is the vox cutting off lines and changing fonts and seemingly starting new paragraphs when i do not want it to do so? right now it is a mystery to me. perhaps i will find out in the morning. :-|
