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Saturday, June 19, 2004
So I'm alone at Steph and Gina's apartment and I was about to go run a bath, when I see out the window a spectacular view of a mysterious, but glorious pyrotechnic display over Manhattan. It was really amazing, reflecting off the water and the buildings as well as being completely visible in the sky. I called erin and she told me her camera was there, and I started fiddling with it, and finally took it outside, and the second I stepped out, the fireworks ended. The guy on the neighbouring balcony said they'd been going on for half an hour, too. Just figures they'd end the second I find the camera.
Not that I knew how to use it, but still.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:18 PM | shower me with attention
Not that I knew how to use it, but still.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:18 PM | shower me with attention
Wow. Anyone wanna come play with my hair?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:35 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:35 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, June 18, 2004
Every time I try to go without coffee, I get FUCKED UP. (Not in the sense that I go out and get drunk, but in the sense that I CAN'T STOP SLEEPING and then I sleep too much and get nervous energy but am too tired to do anything about it so I just sit around wriggling my limbs nervously.)
I haven't really gone out all week, except for that interview on Monday, that drink with Steph and her friend on Wednesday, and that desperate-energy-fueled walk in the rain yesterday. I always think I'm going to enjoy not going out of the house or getting dressed, but it feels like high school*. Messy and useless. Carefree relaxation can only be enjoyed by people who are taking a break from something! Otherwise it's just a COMA!
A messy and useless week. I can't wait to be employed, and to have a class to go to.
*Meaning, the four years I stayed in the apartment doing nothing after I dropped out of high school.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:19 PM | shower me with attention
I haven't really gone out all week, except for that interview on Monday, that drink with Steph and her friend on Wednesday, and that desperate-energy-fueled walk in the rain yesterday. I always think I'm going to enjoy not going out of the house or getting dressed, but it feels like high school*. Messy and useless. Carefree relaxation can only be enjoyed by people who are taking a break from something! Otherwise it's just a COMA!
A messy and useless week. I can't wait to be employed, and to have a class to go to.
*Meaning, the four years I stayed in the apartment doing nothing after I dropped out of high school.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:19 PM | shower me with attention
Okay, wait. Argh. Randall Flagg = The Walkin' Dude = Fannin = Farson = The Good Man = Marten Broadcloak = Maerlyn = Walter O'Dim = The Man in Black = Legion = Flagg?
Did I leave anyone out?
Jeezum. The Man in Black fled across the desert, and Tavie followed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:21 AM | shower me with attention
Did I leave anyone out?
Jeezum. The Man in Black fled across the desert, and Tavie followed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:21 AM | shower me with attention
God help me, I'm starting to get this Celebrity Poker thing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:48 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:48 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Now I think I really want that Marketing Assistant job at _________ (fill in name of book division of large media company.) I spoke to HR today and we have a phone interview on Monday.
I think it's best if I don't "really want" any job, seeing as I'll probably not get hired for any job that really sounds interesting (read: permanent, full-time, likely at a publishing company) until after December, when that Diploma is bunched in my greasy little fist. Nevertheless, it's good to be interested in something.
Remind me, by the way, not to read online reviews of temp agencies. The only people who review temp agencies are The Disgruntled, who have bad experiences that are just as likely to be caused by their own personalities/incompetence as the quality of the agency. (Although some reviews are quite helpful. Stay away from Essex Temporary Services, all you New York office drones. Looks very shady.)
Must stop being so fickle, though. Three weeks, no health insurance. Three weeks, no health insurance. This should be my mantra.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:23 PM | shower me with attention
I think it's best if I don't "really want" any job, seeing as I'll probably not get hired for any job that really sounds interesting (read: permanent, full-time, likely at a publishing company) until after December, when that Diploma is bunched in my greasy little fist. Nevertheless, it's good to be interested in something.
Remind me, by the way, not to read online reviews of temp agencies. The only people who review temp agencies are The Disgruntled, who have bad experiences that are just as likely to be caused by their own personalities/incompetence as the quality of the agency. (Although some reviews are quite helpful. Stay away from Essex Temporary Services, all you New York office drones. Looks very shady.)
Must stop being so fickle, though. Three weeks, no health insurance. Three weeks, no health insurance. This should be my mantra.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:23 PM | shower me with attention
I've cancelled my appointment at the temp place tomorrow. It's either because there's no way on god's green earth I'll ever fall asleep tonight, or else the bad online reviews I've read of their New York office, or just a vague feeling that I don't wanna and you can't make me. (Not that I don't wanna temp, I just don't wanna go there tomorrow.)
So, anyway.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:41 AM | shower me with attention
So, anyway.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:41 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
I did a stupid thing last night. I thought I would kick-start myself into falling asleep before dawn, seeing as tomorrow I have a 10:30 am appointment at a temp agency. (I took that call before I'd had my morning coffee. Argh. Must brush up on Excel functions.) So, I did a stupid thing, I took two Benadryl. I fell asleep around 2 am, and woke up at 2 pm.
Shit, man. I didn't need those twelve hours. Now I feel hung over, and I didn't even get to drink for the privilege.
Worse yet, I woke up with hot-pink film over my lips, as if I had sucked on the Benadryl before swallowing them. Which I had not, to the best of my recollection.
Worst still, I had a nightmare in which I was in Disney World, did not get to go to Epcot (my usual anxiety nightmare, recall), and heard, on a car radio, Alanis Morisette butchering my favourite Michael Penn song. She whined,
All that that implies are lies
Surprise, surprise
All that that implies are lies
Surprise, surprise
"Stop her!" I screamed at the car radio. "Make her stop! That's my favourite Michael Penn song!"
The driver wouldn't stop. The driver was Erica.
Oh, it was the worst dream. In the dream we were best friends again like nothing had ever happened. I woke up missing her. And my lips covered in pink film. And I still have an appointment tomorrow morning. To take a typing and Excel test. I assume I'll excel at the typing and merely type at the Excel.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:11 PM | shower me with attention
Shit, man. I didn't need those twelve hours. Now I feel hung over, and I didn't even get to drink for the privilege.
Worse yet, I woke up with hot-pink film over my lips, as if I had sucked on the Benadryl before swallowing them. Which I had not, to the best of my recollection.
Worst still, I had a nightmare in which I was in Disney World, did not get to go to Epcot (my usual anxiety nightmare, recall), and heard, on a car radio, Alanis Morisette butchering my favourite Michael Penn song. She whined,
All that that implies are lies
Surprise, surprise
All that that implies are lies
Surprise, surprise
"Stop her!" I screamed at the car radio. "Make her stop! That's my favourite Michael Penn song!"
The driver wouldn't stop. The driver was Erica.
Oh, it was the worst dream. In the dream we were best friends again like nothing had ever happened. I woke up missing her. And my lips covered in pink film. And I still have an appointment tomorrow morning. To take a typing and Excel test. I assume I'll excel at the typing and merely type at the Excel.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:11 PM | shower me with attention
Raise your hand if you care that today is Bloomsday.
Mom. Put your hand down and stop reading my blog, for crying out loud. How many times must we go through this...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:44 PM | shower me with attention
Mom. Put your hand down and stop reading my blog, for crying out loud. How many times must we go through this...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:44 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Look at that fat kittoon asleep on the couch over there. My dapper little tuxedoed fella. Looks like a penguin passed out drunk on ice wine.
No point in my going to bed. I have to take dad to the doctor in a few hours to get some sort of eye treatments. He'll come out with blurred vision for a few hours. I'm like a seeing eye dog with her own Metrocard.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:06 AM | shower me with attention
No point in my going to bed. I have to take dad to the doctor in a few hours to get some sort of eye treatments. He'll come out with blurred vision for a few hours. I'm like a seeing eye dog with her own Metrocard.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:06 AM | shower me with attention
I got nothin'.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:29 AM | shower me with attention
create your own visited country map
Just Europe:
create your personalized map of europe
I hope to further redden my maps one of these days.
(c/o sarah c)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:20 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:29 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, June 14, 2004
create your own visited country map
Just Europe:
create your personalized map of europe
I hope to further redden my maps one of these days.
(c/o sarah c)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:20 AM | shower me with attention
I always feel so dumb when I realize I've forgotten to take the Effexor. Oh, that's why I feel like I'm gonna puke and faint at the same time. Duh.
One dose missed can do that. Effexor is insidious shit. The only chemical that even hopes to compete with it for insidious-shititude is the caffeine, which has once again reached dire stages of dependency with frightening speed. If I don't dose myself regularly throughout the day now, I could very easily fall asleep on my feet as I walk down the street.
Some day I'd like to be free of all the chemicals. Was there ever a time when I could get out of bed without bleary, dizzy, half-blind lurching towards the pill bottle and the coffeemaker?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:35 AM | shower me with attention
One dose missed can do that. Effexor is insidious shit. The only chemical that even hopes to compete with it for insidious-shititude is the caffeine, which has once again reached dire stages of dependency with frightening speed. If I don't dose myself regularly throughout the day now, I could very easily fall asleep on my feet as I walk down the street.
Some day I'd like to be free of all the chemicals. Was there ever a time when I could get out of bed without bleary, dizzy, half-blind lurching towards the pill bottle and the coffeemaker?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:35 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, June 13, 2004
