Last night was crazy, animal-clinic-Christmas-party style. I am so hungover today, but I've had my overdose of vitamin C and my honey-nut cheerios, so I'm cool now. We all got really smashed last night and played stupid games. It was so good to see my friends. I hadn't seen many of them for the past 6 months, and it was lovely to be missed. I met some of the new people I'll be working with over the break, too, so that was nice. I also got to sing Super Freak with some of my buddies-always a good time. My boss had a really awesome 80's karaoke package. I want it!

My cousin Daisy came to get me from the party and we went to Oglethorpe together so she could work on her painting for class. I'm a good cousin; I kept her company with my drunken ranting and commentary on all the other students' work (it sucked!). Poor Daisy. She stayed over at my house, and then we both overslept this morning.

I have to go get my car and then drive to see my grandparents in Columbus, minus my metalhead brother. He's got to work. He promised me a week ago that he'd go, but now he's filling in for someone. Arggghhh. Oh well. I love spending time with my grandparents anyways. They're really the sweetest people in the world. Plus my grandma makes the most badass fried chicken!

Anyways, y'all have a pretty Sunday and Monday morning. See you later!



UPDATE: my new pics are up! go gawk and make fun

The countdown begins. Tonight the crazy animal clinic I used to work for is having their Christmas party, and I'm going. There's going to be free liquor, games, catered Mexican food, and all my good old animal clinic buddies. They are all the best people ever.

Now I have to go spend two hours getting ready, even though it's a casual party. I can't decide whether I should use my Sugar Cookie lotion or my Beautiful perfumed lotion. It probably doesn't matter-I'm not getting any action tonight unless there is a miracle and all my friends turn into single people that I'm attracted to. Not going to happen, I don't think. But I will smell yummy, dammit!

Last night I had dinner with a couple of my friends and then saw Kill Bill again with my brother Alex. He loved it, too. I came home and downloaded some music. I found my favorite song from 28 Days Later, and some good old Skeeter Davis. Alex and I watched Jackie Brown this afternoon-we're on a Tarantino kick, I guess. I didn't get to make any cookies 'cause my mom was busy making some flans and cakes for her friends. Mine will have to wait.

Well, I have to go get all pretty for my old friends. You all have a lovely night and stay warm!

booby hugs for everyone today-I'm a slut!

Friday morning:
I had a dream last night that a new show was premiering on Spike TV. It was called "Beth Israel" and was about a hot Jewish doctor at a hospital in NY, and her struggle to express her burgeoning lesbian sexuality and gain the respect of her medical colleagues simultaneously. This hot doctor, with really nice tits and some great black lace lingerie, was going to town on a buxom redhead when I "tuned in." Unfortunately, I woke up before the show ended. Dammit dammit dammit!

I'm leaving for Atlanta today, finally. My brother Daniel's meeting me at the airport and taking me out to lunch. I'm so lucky!
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Gangs of New York sucked! All that gore and spectacle, and the only cool thing was Daniel Day-Lewis' glass eye. He's so lovable in The Unbearable Lightness of Being. I'm going to rent that again, I think.

Today I realized, once again, that for a girl that doesn't make any money, I live a very good life. My dad ordered a silly keyboard that teaches you how to play by lighting up the keys. Maybe I can learn to play more than Chopsticks and We Wish You A Merry Christmas. Maybe I can be the new female Wesley Willis, instead of counting on a certain someone to actually listen to the genius. My dad is so sweet lately.

Blah blah blah. I'm sorry this entry sucks. I suck lately, I know! It will all end when I get back home and leave you all alone, because I'll have pets and people to keep me company.

hugs for everyone (booby hugs for some)

Pad thai is my new vice. Mmm. We had hot jasmine tea tonight, because it's cold, and wine, because I felt like celebrating. I'm done with school! I don't have to worry anymore about it for another month.

All of this post-breakup starving and walking has paid off: I can now pull all my pants off and on without unbuttoning or unzipping them. Now I have to buy new ones. I liked my new pants, too.

Tonight we're watching Gangs of New York. I wish I was a gangster that got to have naked ladies draped all over me in bed, but didn't have to hurt anyone. What a pathetic gangster I'd be. I'm sure I could find some people that deserved to be fucked up, like that lady that ran over the MacDonald's manager because they didn't put mayo on her burger, or the lady that let that homeless man die on the hood of her car for three days, or my ex, or....the list goes on.

Maybe I'll start my own gang. We'll be the dork-girls with glasses gang, the coolest motherfuckers on the planet. Maybe instead I'll just go watch this movie and wish I had a big old someone to snuggle with.

Night night forgive tipsy me

Today has been loads of fun! I've called about a million numbers because I lost my speeding ticket from a few weeks back, and today is the last day I have to get in touch with the court to arrange payment. I didn't even know I'd lost my ticket until this morning. I have to study for my damn final in between calls to every fucking police department in the state. At least the people I've talked to are nice; they're trying to help, but no one can find my ticket in the system. Does that mean I won't have to pay it? Probably not. With my luck, it'll show up and they'll put a warrant out for my arrest. I'll be a fugitive from the law. Shit!

I watched the first Batman movie last night, with Jack Nicholson and all that Prince music. What an odd combination. Batman is a feminist's nightmare-he pretends to be mature and fights crime, but is incapable of getting by without his butler and can never make a commitment to a woman, no matter how gorgeous or smart she is. What a bitch! At least the cast was brilliant.

Do you think my archaeology professor will lose respect for me if I turn in a total shit paper just to have it in on time? He has an infinite re-write policy. It'll be embarrassing, but it's what I have to do. I'll just have to dazzle him later, when I'm home and have a chance to do some decent research.

The guy in that new Alicia Keyes video looks a lot like Mos Def. I thought it was him she was about to kiss, all sensual-like, but I don't think it is. Too bad for her.

Some guy I met on my last flight from Houston to Atlanta called me last night and wouldn't let me get off the phone. At least I get dinner out of it, and maybe a trip down to Galveston, where they find torsos in suitcases and heads in plastic bags. Yay! Let's hear it for dirty coastlines!

hugs and kisses for everyone

My sunburn is gone now, thanks to my Brazilian genes. If only they would give me a big 'ole Latin ass, too, I'd be so happy. Oh well!

Last night I took my final and hopefully did well-I won't know until next week. It was tough, but I finished in half an hour and got to go home early. The only cute guy in our class, who is blond (not usually something I like) cut off his curly hair, and looks sooooo sexy now with his rockabilly-style. I didn't recognize him, and we were just chatting away in the hall before the exam (he's a smartie!) when one of my friends came up and said "I didn't even recognize you!" and I was so embarrassed to realize it was the boy I'd been too shy to speak to all semester. Silly me! I am such a dork. From now on, I will talk to people before the last day of class. Sheesh.

Enough talk of asses and hotties. My friend Sabra called me last night and invited me to the animal clinic Christmas party this Saturday. The owner is providing all of the drinks, so I will definitely be there. I can't wait to get home! After these finals and the stress of living in Houston, I'm sure Atlanta's going to seem like heaven-for a few hours, at least.

Thursday I get to go work at the Planned Parenthood clinic, to help out with some filing and organizing. I am so thrilled that it's worked out for me to stay here in Houston next semester, so I can keep working with the same clinic. They're such a great organization, and everyone there has been wonderful so far.

I am in one of those rare ecstatic moods that makes you wonder if you're bipolar. Fortunately, I don't think I'm quite manic, but I am ridiculously happy for a change. We'll see how long this lasts.

I hope everyone is having a lovely Tuesday! +hugs

I can't sleep. Maybe my insomnia has something to do with my gigantic final tomorrow night. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I am sunburnt to high heaven, all over, except for where I put SPF 30 on my tattoos. Around my tattoos my skin is glaringly white against my new sunburnt skin. I am goofy-looking and I don't study hard enough. I am going to blow this final. I just know it!

I got to drive around Rice today and get my fill of big trees. I have to see big trees once in a while, or I'm just completely lost.

This evening I was in a real funk, all blue about my ex. I guess I'm not really blue about him, there's not much to miss there, but all the things he did to me just don't make sense. Sometimes I wonder if I am awful enough to deserve that kind of treatment. That's what makes me sad-thinking of reasons why I may in fact have deserved what happened. Then my nice friends call me up (thank you, James), chat with me (thank you, Dave) or answer the phone (thank you, Daniel) and distract me. They make me laugh and forget for a while, and I don't have to feel so awfully low. Thank goodness for nice people.

On the upside, I got my old job back for the holiday! I'll get to see all my favorite, and least favorite clients, and play with a bunch of animals. It'll be like a break for me, I enjoy it so much. I'll get to fuck around with all my clinic friends, too, which is always a blast. So many late nights at Taco Mac. Yay!

Anyone who wants homemade cookies needs to let me know. I'll send them almost anywhere, as long as you are good.

Have a lovely day, night, whatever, sweet people.

Daniel: Thanks for cracking me up! I needed it.

I love Sunday mornings. The week has started but you really don't have to do anything yet.

The weather outside is gorgeous. The sky is that amazing autumn-blue and it's good and windy. I think I'm going to go for a drive around Rice today. I can go look at 75% off books to see what I still can't afford. Sigh.

I'm so excited-I have a girl-date in Atlanta! I found myself an older woman (actually, she found me-even better) and we're going to go catch a movie at Tara and wander around some discount bookstore. My kind of date. She's a redhead, too!

Maybe my lack of a social life in Houston is God's way of telling me to study? I've never been a social butterfly anyway, but now I have to start dating. Ugh.

Well, I'm sorry you have to put up with my awful entries, so here is something good and appropriately dismal for you kids:

Sunday Morning

by Louis Macneice

Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;
Regard these means as ends, concentrate on this Now,

And you may grow to music or drive beyond Hindhead anyhow,
Take corners on two wheels until you go so fast
That you can clutch a fringe or two of the windy past,
That you can abstract this day and make it to the week of time
A small eternity, a sonnet self-contained in rhyme.

But listen, up the road, something gulps, the church spire
Open its eight bells out, skulls' mouths which will not tire
To tell how there is no music or movement which secures
Escape from the weekday time. Which deadens and endures.

Happy Sunday, little peaches

addendum-I just read this:

Chloe Sevigny has become a fashion victim in the truest sense. The quirky actress knocked out her four front teeth after "she fell off her Balenciaga boots" while "play-fighting" with a pal, her rep tells the New York Daily News.

Should I laugh or feel sorry for her? Both?

My apartment is so clean! I've finally discovered the most productive way to channel all my sexual energy-do what I'm supposed to be doing anyway!

Seriously, though, the whole apartment is now organized and dust-free. It's an ugly thing to be home alone for the weekend, but I chose my lot. It's not like I have money to do anything, either.

I'm going to watch 28 Days Later a second time, because enraged zombies and hot British boys rock.

Today is also catch-up day with my Atlanta homies. Holli's daugher has to have ear surgery, Briana's going to quit her job (she has been saying this for months now), Sabra is working way too long at the clinic but she loves her new house. Hector's job is going well. My mom says all the animals are doing well, even old Caramel. I can't wait until next weekend, when I get to spend all my time with my babies. It will be the best thing ever to be home.

It's Saturday night, people. Go shake your asses!
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Song of the day:

CAN'T YOU HEAR ME KNOCKING
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Yeah, you got satin shoes
Yeah, you got plastic boots
Y'all got cocaine eyes
Yeah, you got speed-freak jive

Can't you hear me knockin' on your window
Can't you hear me knockin' on your door
Can't you hear me knockin' down your dirty street, yeah

Help me baby, ain't no stranger
Help me baby, ain't no stranger
Help me baby, ain't no stranger

Can't you hear me knockin', ahh, are you safe asleep?
Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, down the gas light street, now
Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, throw me down the keys
Alright now

Hear me ringing big bell tolls
Hear me singing soft and low
I've been begging on my knees
I've been kickin', help me please
Hear me prowlin'
I'm gonna take you down
Hear me growlin'
Yeah, I've got flatted feet now, now, now, now
Hear me howlin'
And all, all around your street now
Hear me knockin'
And all, all around your town

yeah!

I am frozen! It's cold in Houston this morning, and I want to go back to bed very, very badly, but I'm already at work. I've been recording nutrition lessons all morning-EXCITING! Thank goodness for Merriam Webster's online dictionary with the audio pronunciation guide. I would tell you about all the beautiful new words I'm learning, like phosphatidylcholine, but I forget them as soon as I say them. I'm a sleepy girl on autopilot.


So, the James thing was weird and embarrassing. I had to ask him online last night, instead of over the phone like I had planned (with the aid of my trusty sexed-up voice), and as expected, he said he needed time to think about it. That's the kind of guy he is, which is why I chose him in the first place (what was I thinking again?). Anyways, when I got to work this morning I have a late-night e-mail from him saying he's thought about it and yes! he will help me out and sleep with me. As if it's him doing the favor I was explicit with him as far as what I want and don't want: no fake romantic sex. I just want all-purpose, utilitarian, forget-your-ex sex. Is that so much to ask? I don't think so.

Last night I had some delicious unagi rolls & ginger ice cream at Miyaki. Their food is decent, but the service SUCKS. Also, the salad is always completely drenched in dressing, which is all mayonnaise-y and gross. Lucky for me the unagi was delicious, with toasted sesame seeds and everything. Mmmm. I think I want to start eating like a normal person again. It's so expensive, though!

Holy FUCK. My ex just called me. I didn't recognize the number, so I answered, but when he spoke I hung up. I wonder what he wants. Probably to make some excuse as to why he can't give me back all my stuff. He has tons of my books and odd things, like my blender and a few t-shirts, and also lots of pictures that I would really be relieved to have in my possession.

I am glad I don't love bad people anymore. I used to believe that no one was inherently "bad" or "good" but had the potential to be either based on the choices he or she made. I'm pretty sure borderline personality qualifies as bad.

Well, it seems everyone is cold, so I'm sending you all big warm hugs and lots of hot chocolate. Keep warm, people