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Off to touch the slipper.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:20 PM | shower me with attention

MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKER I FUCKING HATE YOU FUCKING SHITBAG PIECE OF GODDAMN BITCHMONKEY FUCKWAD SHIT SHIT SHIT

I was going to bring my computer to Disney World because it is my motherfucking computer and I like to have it with me and blog and check my email and other lovely computery things, just like last year when I was able to keep a nice running log of my trip.

But someone's computer broke, and someone told that someone that I was going to be leaving my computer behind so she could spend the week writing Japanese porn on it.

And then someone fucking screamed and screamed and guilted me into leaving my computer behind, even though it is my computer and I like to have it with me.

So don't anyone blog or do anything interesting while I'm gone. I'll be back on Friday.

(Yes, I realize I have a problem when I'm going to Disney World tomorrow but I'm pissed off that I won't have computer access-- yes I realize that is a serious addiction indeed-- but someone who can't go a week without writing Japanese porn ALSO has a big addiction problem. Maybe I'm not so pissed off about the lack of computer access as I am about the lack of sister access.)

I'm getting it out of my system so I can enjoy my beautiful week of fun with my kid brother and my Steph. Who needs her anyway.

(Me.)

(Because let me just say this: I've been to Disney World 24 times in my 24 years, and only once did I go without her. I went with just my mom and it was really nice, but I missed her the whole time.)

(Also I'm just pissed off that I've been guilted into leaving my computer behind.)

I almost forgot, Goose's birthday party was a beautiful thing, even for those of us who revealed how socially awkward we really are when we did nothing but talk to Kitana all night. Yale is really pretty. That's the prettiest dorm I've ever been in. I've not been in a lot of dorms, but still. And my little love is tonic for the soul. My crush on Frankenschni has been renewed with a passion. Also I met famous people like Smita and Cassie, and they were so sweet that I was afraid it would knock me out of ketosis. (Ha ha, Atkins humour.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:42 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, January 16, 2004

This time the Sandman (and his counterpart, the Waking Sprite? The Internal Alarm Faerie? Adrena Lyne, goddess of wakefulness?) got it right! Asleep by 10:30, awake by 9:30. 9:30. Isn't that the most gloriously decent hour you've ever heard of?

Now, the trick is not to screw it up tonight when Kitana and I possibly go to New Haven to crash Goose's birthday party.

I just hope I don't meet any new people and have to tell them what school I go to. I think today I'll pretend I'm enrolled in Klown Kollege. Ronald McDonald U, pleased to make your acquaintance, young privileged smartie.

I think inferiority complexes are for assholes.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:27 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, January 15, 2004

Who set my internal alarm for 3:30 in the ay-em? Nayup! Nayup! Turn it back, hoss!

Let's regroup. Let's regroup. I'm awake. I've been awake since then. I've not fallen asleep yet but I'm getting all buggy and squinty (to steal a phrase from a short guy).

Yesterday I went and paid my tuition, stopped at home to cuddle my kittens and my dearole da' and pick up my Gleemonex, went to the button store and got buttons for my brilliant, brilliant hobo mittens, and then I picked up dear Kitling at the bus station.

Today it was SNOW DAY! Gina stayed home from work, but Stephanie did not!

(Is everyone up on the current workings here? Gina lives in Mint Manor. I live here on weekends and longer on school breaks (like now). Various goils often visit. Erin often stays over. And now, Stephanie has officially moved here from Texas, gotten a job at a respectable news organization, and is living in the red room and apartment-hunting. Got that? Memorize it. Eat this blog entry.)

I'm not rambling, I'm not rambling.

I finished my mittens. It took me all day. They're bloody glorious. I put on the buttons from the button shop. They look keen, nifty, and swell. I'm now tired of knitting. For the nonce. I don't know how long the "nonce" is. But that's what's what.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:28 PM | shower me with attention

Oh my goodness, check out that snow out there, dudes. It's beautiful. I'm so glad I don't have to be anywhere today.

(Okay, I'm still at Mint Manor, but I can't find any weather cams that link to this area, unless you want to look at traffic conditions on the New Jersey Turnpike, which you don't.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:31 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

And the exercise continues. I dunno WHAT'S going on but I ain't about to jinx it! Second morning in a row, I get up in the morning (ungodly early, but still an improvement over previous cycle), I make breakfast, I eat breakfast, I do crazy ballet yoga thing from PBS, and then some sort of aerobic nonsense. Yesterday it was walk to the park. Today it's just too fucking cold so I jumped around to my current happy song. This is not something you would wish to witness. I cannot dance. I do an approximation of the Twist and pretend I'm Tracy Turnblad. I didn't even like that movie much and I haven't ever seen the musical, but that's a fucking awesome song.

I can only do this in an empty house so I suppose this is the last day of that. My exercise kick lasted a whole two days!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:21 AM | shower me with attention

The current unpleasantness is that it looks like my sister isn't going on this trip to Disney World that we've been planning all year. She "forgot" to ask for the time off even though the tickets have been bought since August (although the trip she recently took to Seattle, planned a week ahead of time, was no PROBLEM) and her boss isn't letting her go.

We're all very disappointed and my mom is extremely upset about it. This is the first family vacation we've taken in awhile, and it's something of a reunion trip-- first trip with Steph in two years, and first trip with Andrew in almost 15 years, and first family trip with Tante Joan in over five. And, most of all, it's Disney World, our special place.

All the excitement and anticipation has gone out of my mom. She speaks of it in a dull, defeated tone. She will not enjoy herself. The trip is pretty spoiled and the horses aren't even out of the gate yet.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:28 AM | shower me with attention

The nausea put me down early, about 6:30 p.m., and I slept through 'til 3:30 a.m. But that's MUCH more decent, AND it was already dark out, AND I'm going back to bed until it gets light out to make the whole thing seem more legal.

Hurrah!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:55 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, January 13, 2004

I took me a walk, down the hill to the park and around the park. It was nice but I could never do that every day. I don't have enough CDs, I'm too homebodyish, it's too boring, I'm too set in my ways, and most of all, the walk up the hill would fucking kill me. It was so tiring that it made me nauseous. I am still nauseous. Or maybe that's the lack of sleep.

But other than the nausea I'm feeling good. It's 2 pm and I'm still awake!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:17 PM | shower me with attention

Damned if I didn't just do 25 minutes of yoga.

That was kind of awesome. Bless you, public television!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:06 AM | shower me with attention

Sing with me, babbies, will it do ya!

I don't know how to break the news
but it's pretty clear you'll be asked to choose
between what you lack and what you excuse
in this tug of war...

(her)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:11 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, January 12, 2004

Well so much for that brilliant plan. The only way to get me to sleep at night is to send me out of the time zone for a few weeks, preferably to Europe. Since that ain't gonna happen, I'm gonna have to stick it out.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:30 PM | shower me with attention

I get these obsessions. I was really in the zone tonight. I looked down at, I don't know what time, early evening, and I looked up at 3:30 a.m. and everyone had gone to bed and one of these mittens was done.

I'm sure I interacted with them, ate dinner (breakfast), watched some tv out of the corner of my eye, but mainly, I was in some sort of insane lunatic knitting zone.

I crave exercise at the most inappropriate times. I think I'll try staying up until tomorrow night. Maybe this time I'll make it past 10 a.m.

Lonely obsession though. Got a lot of time to myself, might as well start on the next mitten. Tomorrow, my rule will be: no knitting in the company of others.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:40 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, January 11, 2004

Sigh.

I do believe I'm a Dark Tower junkie, say thankya.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:23 AM | shower me with attention