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i'm desperate, dear reader, for some new music. for every mix cd you send of songs you like that you think i'll like, i'll buy you (in person or via gift card) one cup of whatever injestible you like best.
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domus mirabilis 2
today i feel:
lethargic lethargic
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i never get homesick as much as sick of where i am.
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to write, perchance to dream.
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found this poem on shirt.woot.com:

Both of us have a cold embrace
Both of us are efficient
Both of us loved but also feared
Both of us are indifferent

Both of us are beneath the moon
Before the lighthouse light
Both of us alone at last
The robot and the night

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i loved it.

it's finals week.

thanks to everyone who showed up at my somewhat impromptu food/birthday party.

oh, god, it's still finals week.

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sometimes people do nice things for you and you don't know it. sometimes a friend knows you need money and slips a couple twenties into your pocket. sometimes your girlfriend comes to your house in the middle of the day, while you're at work, to give your dogs an extra walk. sometimes your mom goes through your entire wardrobe while you're on holiday and reattaches all your missing buttons.

and sometimes your roommate makes sure that on easter morning there is a big, dark chocolate egg and a box of gourmet gumdrops on your computer chair. unfortunately, sometimes you don't go into your computer room for a month, and so find aforeplaced egg and gumdrops three weeks after their initial appearance.

::munch munch:: they're still good, though.
today i feel:
contemplative contemplative
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these are a few of my current favourite things:

1. jazz apples
2. warcraft holiday events
3. the world of 100

(the world of 100 section that really struck me was the one on fear)

today i feel:
stressed stressed
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a gal i know has opened a mobile vietnamese food truck. i'm all for independent local establishments, especially ones run by plucky little ladies. this one is called meso hungry, and you can find it on south lamar, just south of barton springs road. it's a lime green truck with an asian dance hostess painted on the side. it's currently parked in the texas music rentals parking lot on the west side of the street, almost directly across from uchi. the food is all made by my friend's mom, totally fresh, and (mostly) healthy. the only downside is that they only currently only take cash.

please, if you're in the area, support a starting entrepreneur!

today i feel:
quixotic quixotic
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i see vacation as a time to blow all the money i've tried to hoard during my working days. thus, seattle was a very expensive trip. this was not only because we were in a swank area where most food establishments set me back at least a lap dance per meal per person, but also because we were in a swank area that sought to have at least two bookshops, one tea house, and a toy store every two blocks.

i also bought a big aubergine shawl made from exploited alpacas. it's freaking cold in seattle, okay?

(in part over my guilt for spending so much money on a wrap, i started wearing the thing all the time. trying to get my money's worth out of it, you know? it's quickly becoming one of my favourite pieces of clothing, and a definite staple. it helps that it goes with everything; the colour is unusual enough to hold up to my bird of paradise coloured outfits, and close enough to grey to complement my neutrals)

but the books. oh, the books. i bought a medium stack of new books, which i usually stay away from. when it comes to reading, i vastly prefer used. good condition used, but still... there's something about handling a book that you know has been read before. the pages are comfortable, and fit into my hands with greater ease. reading a used book is like trying on a pair of hiking boots--or blue jeans, or a leather jacket--and finding that they're effortlessly comfortable.

either that, or it's like sex. i don't particularly desire virgins because i don't want to train someone new and because i don't want to hurt anyone. cracking a new book's spine is like having sex with a virgin. i like my lovers--and my literature--used.

however. in seattle there lives a bookstore that is apparently the only one in the world that still has copies of neil gaiman's blueberry girl. i walked around the shop with it for about an hour before i convinced myself that i do not, do not, do NOT need a first run, first edition copy of the thing. i would never sell it, so it doesn't matter if i eventually end up with a less valuable edition. and i read it in the store, so i'd already had that lovely experience.

this was the second day. the third day i talked about going back, but, after much discussion and a full roster of activities, ran out of time. this is actually a good system for me, the putting things back and then returning for them (or not) later. it's a good measure of how much i want it. if i truly want something, i'll go to the effort of returning to the store and buying it. if i don't come back, then it was nothing more than an impulse, and i'm better off without it.

the fourth day i went home.

today i went to the store's website and bought it online.
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tired tired
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baby greens finally opened up a north shop, which had my roommate and i running for our car keys as soon as i heard the news. for those of you who don't know, baby greens is an austin drive through that specialises in yummy, healthy salads and wraps, as well as kickass strawberry lemonade.

today was my second north greens trip. all in all, it wasn't anywhere near as good as the first--the lemonade was too sour for even my palate, and the steak was just weird--but all of that disappears in the wake of what they introduced me to.

pot pie soup.

i say it again: pot pie soup.

tongue-awakeningly creamy broth, carrots cut small, bright green peas, the occasional potato, chicken chunks, of course. BUT floating on the top, looking like totally unappetizing previously frozen mystery meat disks?

pie crust. lovely, warm, buttery, somehow-not-soggy pie crust. in soup, i tell you.

i should've just 'fridged the sandwich and gone back for more soup. in fact, if they're still open by the time i'm hungry again, i'm going to go back.
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busy busy
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i'm pleased with how well the last meme went. a nice number of people responded, which means there is a nice number of people for me to respond to. hooray!

i've been feeling hugely antisocial lately. one of my friends asked if i was purposefully avoiding them, and i'm not. well--i suppose i am, but not exclusively. i'm avoiding everyone, save my boyfriend, and i'm not sure i'm doing him a favour. when i get antisocial i also get impatient and unkind, and am not good company. i say things that i shouldn't, and in ways that are hurtful. so i try to minimise the number of situations in which that can occur. i hope i'm swinging out of it, though. while i've participated in a couple social functions over the last fortnight (and enjoyed them, even), i also missed a few that i was looking forward to, because i knew i wouldn't have or contribute any fun while in my current mood. i kinda miss wanting to be around other people. not to mention that most of the places i go on a daily basis are likely to be frequented by people i know who will want to converse, and saying something like, "i'm not in the mood to spend time with you now," is just churlish.
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i want these. i want them so, so badly.

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i need to write my resume.

any suggestions? examples of your own?

(job openings for which you think i'd be awesome?)

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busy busy
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batttlestar galactica at midnight tonight!

::swoons::

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i hate when the login name i wish to use is taken by someone else.
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irritated irritated
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straight A's last semester. woo hoo!
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today i feel:
accomplished accomplished
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i want the best gaming laptop that $1600.00 USD can buy.

suggestions?

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the world is a tempestuous place. rain muted my vision into an unfocused swirl of wind and grey, constantly changing shape, changing pattern.

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see? that's the kind of thing i want to be able to say in chinese. but it's a language with its own poetry, and it's a poetry that's literally foreign to me. i can't even begin to play with words in chinese the way i like to in english. i wonder if i'll ever be fluent enough to understand chinese wordplay and meld it with my own.

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i finished reading angelina jolie's notes from my travels on the aeroplane. i find myself reading - trying to read - books that matter, that will make a difference in how i see the world. there's only so much popcorn one can consume, after all.

i liked it. i liked what she said, and i liked imagining the things she saw. my mental video camera goes nuts when i read travelogues, and i script and shoot tens of different scenes based on the things i've read. angie's account was different in that what she wrote was not of beauty, at least not initially. there were a thousand different flavours of pain and suffering, and it was the endurance of the people experiencing those horrors that was beautiful. it's one of the notes of kino's journey that my roommate hates and that i believe is more true every time i think of it: "the world is not beautiful. therefore, it is beautiful." she didn't describe all the evil extensively; when it comes down to it, i guess she's a doer, not a writer. but the images are still with me, and my mind keeps wandering away from them and then wandering back.
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marco island
today i feel:
thoughtful thoughtful
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i miss being me.

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