Catching Up

It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?

A lot’s happened since I last wrote. Looks like November was the last time. Wow, and here it is, already February 2008. I’ve been spending most of my time at my Live Journal, and most of my readership is there, so I don’t really know what to write here!

Hmm, so a quick rundown. Right then.

November
I went to Atlanta for a combination Thanksgiving/Christmas celebration titled Thanksmas, and celebrated it with Adam’s family. I stayed there from 11/19 until 11/24 and it was awesome. The only bad thing was the sore throat, which was the start of several weeks of severe pain for me. :(

December

  • I went to New York City with Adam! I got to see RENT, the tree at Rockefeller Center, and got to hang out with my friend Wanda. It was really cool, even though I was again, sick.
  • I turned 33, saw the movie Juno three times, and ate Jeni’s ice cream for the first time.
  • Adam spent a week with me. We visited my mom for Christmas, and hung out with little Aidan, and generally just had a great time together. I loved having him here.
  • I got a new computer for Christmas!!!
  • Aidan turned five, the best age ever!!!

January
Jetted off to Chicago for the long MLK weekend and gorged myself on America’s Next Top Model and froze my booty off. Adam and I also started doing some cleaning and rearranging to the apartment that will soon be ours.

My sore throat finally stopped hurting at the level at which it was. It was horrible. The thought of it brings back scary pain-filled memories, and I am so scared it’s going to come back. I am not even sure what exactly caused it, but I don’t ever want it again.

2008 is huge for me. I’m moving to Chicago, I’m getting married, and life will be crazy. At least three major life changes this year in store for me, because I will need to find a new job. Which is crazy, I know, with us heading into a recession. But I have to leap now, or I’ll always find a reason to stay here, where it’s safe. And where I’m alone.

My hair is a wreck. A hot mess. I really wish I could go to a salon and have someone give it the help it so desperately needs, but for what I get, it’ll cost me at least $75 and with my budget being so iffy, with it looking like I owe the IRS AGAIN this year (grrrr) and with me trying to save all I can so I can move, I just can’t justify the expense, no matter how crazy my hair looks. That’s what ponytail holders are for.

A massage would be really nice, too….

Okay. Later.

(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)

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What’s In My Bag (Meme/Pictures)

Okay, so elmarshall is doing the What’s In My Bag thing. I can’t resist a good What’s In My Bag meme. I took the picture and realized that I’d uploaded a picture last year this time:

What's In My Bag Jan 2007
January 2007

Here’s is my current picture:

What's In My Bag Jan 2008
January 2008

Here are the three bags that I alternate between, depending on my needs and mood:

What's In My Bag Jan 2008 What's In My Bag Jan 2008 What's In My Bag Jan 2008

Here is my bag from July 2006:

What's In My Bag? - July 9, 2006

I guess I’m a bit predictable, huh? πŸ™‚ The only reason I don’t have a book in my bag now is because I took it out so I can finish reading it tonight. In case you’re curious, It’s Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier. And I’m pretty sure that tube of the lip stuff with the blue cap in the 2008 picture is the same one from the 2006 picture. The wallet is for sure. Eep.

Speaking of bags, I’m in the market for a new piece of luggage, a BIG piece, the kind that one needs to check. The one I have now came from that horrible store I won’t mention years ago and is falling apart. I need a new one, but I don’t want to spend eleventyfive thousand dollars on it. I’ve been looking on eBags.com, and they seem to be pretty reasonable, but I don’t necessarily want to order online. Besides Target, where do you go to buy luggage? I need a place that won’t break the bank and that offers really cute stuff. Preferably pink or polka dotted or something like that. Any suggestions?

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It Appalls Me…

…how most people simply don’t get how offensive the term WIGGER is.

And there is a Facebook group called I HATE WIGGERS. The bulletin board posts in that group are full of racism and hatred. People think so much have changed, but the truth is that there will always be *certain* people who will forever think they’re better than other certain people. This term, and its widespread acceptance, attests to that.

The term WIGGER is RACIST, people. It stands for WHITE NIGGER. The last I checked, NIGGER was extremely offensive, so why is WIGGER acceptable?????

GAH

*headdesk*

ETA: Wow, I’m really surprised at the number of people who’ve never heard the term before. I’ve known about it for at least 15 years, so it’s been around at least that long. Wow.

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A Potluck Entry (Multimedia), Meme

Ew, it stinks in my apartment because someone down the hall burned food. It’s not popcorn, it’s something else. Ew. I just sprayed some Fabreeze air freshener, so it should be better soon.

Today, I took a two-hour nap. I did NOT want to get up, but I had to finish my homework. Plus, I got my W2s, so I kind of want to do my taxes. But I don’t know, it’s nearly 10pm, and I still have another month to pay, so I don’t think I’m going to hurry THAT much. We’ll see, though.

Anyway, it’s amazing what one can find to do when avoiding homework. In the fall, I made a video of Aidan at the Park of Roses. I got into my video editing software and came up with a Remixed Version! Heehee. Check it out:

Actually, the homework excercises are pretty easy. I just have to be careful and not get careless. I do this for a living, so it’s easy for me to get a big head and say “oh pish posh, this is cake!” I have to keep focusing and treat this as if I’m a freshman with NO clue about copy editing whatsoever.

I am having a hard time with the reading. I always disliked doing the reading when I was at Ohio State. I can only remember three classes in which I enjoyed the reading. One was in English class that focused on Chicano literature. The professor was this big Mexican guy from Texas. He always wore gigantic cowboy hats. I remember reading a book called Trini which I loved. It’s been long out of print, but I remember enjoying that class and the other readings, too. Another class in which I enjoyed reading was my African American Literature class, but it had a different name then. The professor was this cute man named Richard Shipley, I believe, and I loved the way he taught. That was where I got my first real exposure to Alice Walker and Zora Neale Hurston. The third class I loved to read was Plant Biology 101. Funny, huh? But that class was so interesting. I had no problems keeping on top of things in that class. The labs were fun, and the professor was a wacko. On the first day of class (for Plant Bio 101 and 102), he dressed up as an alien named Trog. It was awesome. I wish I could find the power cord to my scanner so I could scan the picture. He was fantastic. The other teachers I remember from college are Alicia Chavez, who taught Spanish 104, Lucinda (can’t remember her last name) who introduced our English class to EMAIL and to whom I turned in a 20+ page paper on the pinball machine culture. (Speaking of, there is a pinball machine museum in Vegas that I REALLY want to visit someday….) One of my psychology professors always had a Diet Coke. Every single day. Except once, he had Taco Bell. I went up to him and said “You went to Taco Bell. They serve Pepsi at Taco Bell.” He was totally tickled that I noticed. I remember my dance teachers. There was Ursula, and Natalie, and I had a guy once, too. And there was my gymnastics teacher who’d said, “No one has ever fallen off the vault in one of my classes. Don’t be the first.” I can’t remember her name, but I remember that. Wow, what a random trip down memory lane, but that’s what you get when I decide to make a potluck entry.

Ew, oh God, I’m going to smell like burnt crap tomorrow. Ugh. That smell never goes away. Maybe I’ll burn an incense. It’ll make me sneeze like crazy, but at least I won’t smell like burnt whatever. Gross.

You know what I hate? When I click a link, and just before the page changes to the new link, I see something interesting. That JUST happened to me. Blah. I hope it’s not a dymanic change, so that when I hit the back button, it’ll still be there.

I’m in the mood to see Juno again. It would be the first time I’ve seen it without having a severe sore throat or some other kind of sickness. But poor little Aidan keeps getting sick. When he was here last night, he felt warm, but he ALWAYS feels warm, so I don’t really have a control. *sigh* The poor baby. This weekend should be chill with him though. There’s a Spongebob game, loads of DVDs that he hasn’t watched yet, plus some Christmas toys he hasn’t opened! My place will be a wreck when it’s over, but it’s all good. I suppose we’ll hit the store tomorrow to get some groceries–I need more Cream of Wheat and Malt-O-Meal. This weekend will be all about hot cereals and other comfort foods. I also promised him we’d bake cookies.

I took a bunch of cute pictures of him last night.

Fuzzily Handsome

Smirky

Contemplation

I hope to get more this weekend. πŸ™‚

I am so behind on LJ entries. I’ve been mostly skimming. On the days when I am bored silly, NO ONE updates. On the days when I really shouldn’t be reading or can’t read LJ, 4385349549578 people update multiple times! I’m overwhelmed. *sniffle*

I’ve been tagged by alwaysonlybe, so here goes:

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag “whoever wants to do it”.

(Some of these will probably be repeats. One can only be so quirky.)

1. I hate mushrooms growing out of the ground. THEY FREAK ME THE HELL OUT. I don’t like how they suddenly appear and I think they look awkward. I literally get chills when I see them or even when I think about them. *shivers*

2. I really like A names. I’m marrying a guy named Adam. My son’s name is Aidan. If I ever decide to have another child and it’s a girl, I will want her name to be Adrianne or Adrianna. I also really like the name Anna.

3. I LOVE doing those word games where you take a word or phrase and try to make words out of them. I can usually get at least 135 words out of a phrase.

4. As time starts to wind down for me to move, the more I start to freak out. I mean, talk about a HUGE life change. I am not even going to get into it tonight.

5. I’m almost always cold. It takes me ages to warm up, and all of that can be undone in about 30 seconds. It’s annoying.

6. My eyes are itching at the moment.

7. Even though I often say it in moments of anger, I still feel very guilty about using the word “goddammit.” πŸ™

I tag: swankivy, fisme_nasu, newport2newport, quietasariot, tamirabeth, meimeigui, and crimsonghost_oh.

It’s COLD out. But not as cold as it is in Chicago. See #5. Living there will be a huge adjustment as it is. Throw in those cold temps. Eek. I hope to be able to get one of those fancy Eddie Bauer coats that keep you warm in 20 below weather and a pair of Uggs. I think it’ll be worth the money. I don’t even care if I LOOK that cute. When it’s 2 degrees fahrenheit with a windchill of -20, comfort over style always, baby. Comfort over style is the RULE for me.

Alright, I should finish up my assignment (needs two more passes, I may wait until tomorrow to do pass three) and head back to bed. Lavender bath first, though. I would eat dinner, but my appetite’s been kind of ruined by the stinky burnt food smell still wafting in my apartment. Blech. Plus, I ate a HUGE lunch, so I should be okay. I might eat a bit of cereal.

Night night.

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Chicago

Chicago is the most beautiful when it is bone-crushingly cold outside.

Everything just seems to be sharper and clearer, like putting in a fresh pair of contact lenses and blinking and going, “Wow. I didn’t know it was like this.”

The temperature at the moment is negative 2 fahrenheit. I’m inside, wrapped up in an electric throw, and Adam’s moving stuff from his old bedroom to what’s going to be our new bedroom! I suppose I should go help him…. πŸ™‚

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