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[17 Nov 2007|02:00am]
[ mood | dirty ]

Oh goddamn these drunk people.

Very Drunk Man: *comes right up to desk*
Me: Good evening!
VDM: *indicates his friends, partaking of the free fruit* Lookit them, man.
Me: *looks* Yes?
VDM: They're stealing your shit, man!
Me: That fruit is complimentary.
VDM: Aw, sweet! *lumbers over to fruit* Do you have kolasheez?
My Super-Advance Drunk-To-English Translatathon 3000: kolasheez = kolaches
Me: No, I'm sorry, all we have is the fruit.
VDM: Do you have... bread?
Me: No, I'm sorry, we have no bread.
VDM: Can I have some bread?
Me: ...I just told you, sir, we do not have any bread.
VDM: Yeah, but can I have some?
VDM's Equally Drunk But Much More Polite About It Friends: Dude, elevator.
VDM: Bye!

>:C He drug me out of the bathroom for that.

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My window's boarded up so I can't see. [15 Nov 2007|12:30am]
[ mood | beat ]

It rather sounds like the world has gone crazy outside my window.

I don't want to be out of the know: has the world gone crazy outside?

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[10 Nov 2007|03:40pm]
Man, I've been neglecting this journal like crazy, haven't I.

I occasionally write at work, but I've been paranoid about logging into this journal from there, so I've been using a secondary journal just for personal purposes. Maybe I can start transferring some of those entries into here when I get home in the morning.

Basically, been working my ass off between work and school, and spending time with sudden friends (people who have been sort of friends of mine for a couple years, and now suddenly we've gotten close). Hotel work has both fueled my Swiftianism and made me better able to tolerate people -- for some reason one genuinely considerate customer makes up for the other ten assholes that came before her.

School's going well, for once. The PSA is as drama-riffic as ever, but we've gotten a couple of really good new bloods.

And I'm trying my hand at NaNoWriMo this year, which I'm going to go work on now since I can't sleep.
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[30 Oct 2007|06:05pm]
[ mood | hungry and dirty - band combo ]

Ah. NaNoWriMo is close. I am very excited.

Any of you participating? Do you know what you're gonna write about? The dancing bird icon lets you know I'm actually interested.

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[21 Sep 2007|06:24am]
Nine-year-olds calling down to the front desk and asking in a very businesslike manner about the fact that last week when he was here there were cookies in the lobby, and tonight there were merely bowls of pretzels and Chex mix in the lobby, and he is very concerned about this fact and wanted to know about the status of cookies in the lobby in future dates: adorable.
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nomnom snarf eat [15 Sep 2007|06:51pm]
[ mood | hungry ]

I don't know what it is, but my appetite has been epic lately. I don't think it's stress, because stress has always made me not eat, and I'd say it's because I'm really really active but I've been really really active and maintained a normal appetite.

And I'll try to make something really filling that logically should keep me going for a long time, and it just won't stick. Like the other day, I mixed up brown rice, tuna, a little cheese and an assload of spice, and ate it with some grapes and carrots, and like an hour later I was hungry again.

But then! When I'm at work, and there's a pantry full of bagels and muffins and cereal and freaking poundcake and I'm just like, "Meh. I'll have some peach yogurt and not be hungry again until morning, when I'll step out of the building and be all 'RAWR HUNGRY' again."

Do you ever feel guilty for laughing when you hear of someone dying under hilarious circumstances?

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[27 Aug 2007|11:56am]
I'm somehow still not over the fact that Target threw away my copy of The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and my very beloved homemade bookmark.
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[05 Aug 2007|04:27pm]
I've been having a dilemma of integrity as of late. Actually over the past several months.

A few years ago, when I was in my beloved "dancing three hours or more a day" time, I also did yoga. I loved it. It made me feel fantastic. Then there was that horrible boom where suddenly every yuppie was using it as an exercise plan. I stopped doing it on principal, and swore that I wouldn't take it up again unless I was going to do it right, with all the religious and spiritual trapping.

Well. Um. I've been feeling so terrible physically and spiritually lately that. I. Um. Kind of started doing it again.

And I mean I can already feel the different. Right after every session I can actually feel my body healing. When I practiced it before, I mean, I virtually never ate and still felt good, that's how much the yoga and dancing helped me. I miss being a contortionist with a vital liver.

So, do I just accept the feeling of "selling out"ishness in favor of not hurting and feeling sick all the time? Oh, the conflicts of wanting to be properly punk and yet having a healthy spine.
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[28 Jul 2007|03:20pm]
[ mood | headache-y ]

Lately I've been going through one of those rare spells where my insomnia lifts and I'm inexplicably able to sleep. It's been beautiful. But I can feel it lifting. Thing is, I know i have no real choice but to just enjoy the rest of the sleeping spell while I can, and just be grateful it was here at all.

In other news, having your boss come up to you and tell you he's really impressed with how great a job you're doing is even better than having your co-workers rage about how unfair it is that your boss never notices that you work harder than most of your peers.

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[25 Jul 2007|12:55pm]
Poll #1027630 Priorities

Pick your preference please.

three outfit changes and a good, hot meal
dinosaurs, lasers, and the zombie uprising
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[19 Jul 2007|05:53am]
I guess it's worth mentioning that I am now gainfully employed. I'm working night audit at a vaguely upscale hotel -- "upscale" being "our customers sniff at the thought of staying at the Super 8 across the street but can't afford to stay at the Hilton down the street". It's not bad at all -- forging relationships with the people who work Breakfast and Maintenance, while learning the specific "quirks" of each Day-Shift Front Desk lackey so I can be sure to look for specific mistakes to fix. It's assloads better than Target at any rate. I mean, my least favorite part of the job is folding the 60+ Zip-Out reciepts because they make my hands hurt, whereas my least favorite part of the job at Target was the job because it made my life hurt.

My first week we had shitstorms of high school sports teams, which I guess worked well to teach me nearly everything that can and will go wrong. And there have been plenty of "what the fucking fuck" moments (who rents a hotel room, a pricey one at that, just to go up, take a shit on the bed, and leave? And not, like, an accidental shit -- a planned and carefully-executed shit. Goddamn, people).

But the thing is, we have pilots every night, and I'm so disillusioned. I always thought male pilots were sophisticated drunks, not giggling over how "stoked" they are to be flying flight 69. And that female pilots were heros of the cause, not asking, "omg, what's 'robust coffee'? Is it, like, more coffee in there?"
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[28 Jun 2007|05:42am]
Hey. I thought I'd ask for some advice. Please help? It involves polls!

So for the past few weeks, I've been more stressed out than usual. And when I'm stressed like this, my natural reaction is to not eat. It's just the default setting -- I just usually don't feel hungry, but when I do, it's hard to bring myself to actually eat. And years past have taught me that when I don't eat enough (especially due to anemia and other problems), it can have bad consequences.

I've devised two plans to try and insure that I'll get enough calories per day until the stress has worn off enough that I can get back into a healthy swing. Which sounds better to you:

Please to be selecting one.

keep a few easy-to-eat things around, like oranges or cereal, and just make yourself eat them at two or three set times while doing something else
try to eat one big meal a day, something that always sounds good even in this state, like take-out Italian or a baked potato
I have a better idea, and I will tell you in the comments
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[23 Jun 2007|07:42pm]
Ugh. Fucking god. I've been running around all day trying to stay awake. I actually slept yesterday. I got a good 4-5 hours in. And today I want to sleep again. But there's so much to do. There's just so much going on. Tonight. Tonight around 3:30AM I can finally sleep. Until then, runrunrunrunrun. It would not be so bad if it weren't for the fact that a couple nights ago I added a drastic batshit very-physically-demanding step to my workout so since yesterday every muscle in my body has been screaming "OH GOD WHY" at me. So while running around I am very awkward and running into things. Except more than usual.

Every part of me wants so bad to just lie down and sleep. That is so rare! I'd enjoy the feeling if I weren't trying to think of how to keep going until 3:30AM. MAYBE I'LL PULL A JESSIE. Oh my god, a relevant time to use this icon. I'm gonna go abuse energy pills and dance around in a leotard.

Edit added 2 weeks later: wow, this was my 600th entry. How fitting.
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These are the questions that keep me up at night [21 Jun 2007|08:28am]
Why don't sex toy companies offer free samples?
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Well, that's comforting. [19 Jun 2007|11:22pm]
A 50-pack of Crayolas will never stop being exciting.
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[19 Jun 2007|06:26am]
I guess it is kinda weird when you start addressing a box of Teddy Grahams like a lover.
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[18 Jun 2007|06:37am]
I just saw someone using an icon I made in a community for the first time in my LiveJournal career. And it was from a batch of icons I was really proud of but didn't think anyone gave two shits over. I know this is old news to practically anyone else who makes icons but it elicited a happy dance from me. And I fucking needed a happy dance.
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[04 Jun 2007|07:24pm]

I've tried to leave three comments and they've all come up blank.

Is the key to charm self-adoration or self-loathing?
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[03 Jun 2007|07:28pm]
I have done many things in my life. Discovered many things through my learnings. And I just, just now learned about blackboard paint.

Such a thing needs seriously mulling.
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I almost commented with "YOU ALL NEED TO FUCKING DIE" [29 May 2007|09:53am]
[ mood | KILL EVERYONE ]

So! If I ever feel an anger depletion in my system and I want to really hate humanity again in seconds flat, I know what to do now. Go read YouTube comments! Ah, a good three or four of those and I'm ready to scream "KILL EVERYONE" all over again. If I get up to ten I feel the need to build a bomb!

It's not that hating mankind is cool, it's just so damn easy. I can't even imagine how hard it must be to be a humanist.

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