Friday January 31, 2003

Almost heaven

There is nothing like a streak of clarity following an intensely scary shaking fit. Odd how, after twice walking a sizable distance wearing no socks, strappy heels, skirt and tank top without freezing or shaking in the slightest, (or, honestly, feeling cold at all) you can have a violent attack while inside your well-heated apartment, wearing more clothes than before. Maybe I need to eat tomorrow.

Unrelated - apparently they have church on days other than Sunday. Every week, not just high-traffic times like Christmas and Easter. Colette says so. I want to know: is this true?

Sarae started musing at 02:51 AM
while listening to
[Just this]

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Thursday January 30, 2003

By night's end, I will likely attempt to pseudo molest both Angela and Renata. Despite this, inquiring "what are you wearing?" is not a dirty perverted come-on. Instead it is an integral part of preparation.

Honestly.

Sarae started musing at 09:14 PM
while listening to nothing
[Just this]

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* * * You want a positive answer

After a long day of classes culminating in a ninety minute lecture on early, early photography, I am in need of a nap. Especially because the picture on Colette's page is reminding me, vaguely, of an early daguerrotype. (Except for, you know, the open eyes and non stoic facial expressions.) And I can't get out of my head the tidbits, both from class and from The Others, about how people used to take pictures of the dead, to remember them. My professor had one such daguerrotype today and I avoided looking, touching, or nearing it.

Yes, Colette's picture is creeping me out right now. This can be remedied by a nap. An hour long nap, yes, but still.

Sarae started musing at 04:27 PM
while listening to Sleater Kinney - Tapping
[Just this]

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Monday January 27, 2003

Cuz I was always your little girl

I have my camera. Thus far I've taken random pictures of my feet, my brother, my old school.

Sarae started musing at 11:47 PM
while listening to Papa Don't Preach, in my head
[Just this]

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Sunday January 26, 2003

The whole world loves it when you don't get down

I find it more than a little unnerving that Natalie and Angela, without fail, always seem to visit my page within a half hour of each other.

Sarae started musing at 10:00 PM
while listening to
[Just this]

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* * * I want my camera so badly. I cannot express how much I want it right now in my hands. Of course, for three days I'll be too shy to touch it, but I assume I'll get over that fairly quickly. It's in Middleton. Middleton. And I can't have it until tomorrow night. So cruel. It's also not good that I've already begun scoping out my next camera acquisition. I should probably attempt to limit myself to one camera per year, right?

I'm adjusting to the new semester. It's odd. Very odd.

Sarae started musing at 03:51 PM
while listening to Outkast - I'm Sorry Ms Jackson
[Just this]

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Saturday January 25, 2003

That's what happens to dreams when the light strains

I just got one of the most hilarious pieces of junk mail. But I can't tell you all why it was so funny, because that would be mean.

It was funny, though. More funny than the one from Jen and Jennifer, who wanted "2 f*ck" and "f*ck like rabbits." In hindsight, that junk mail wasn't very funny.

Also: I would like to thank Josh for sending me the mp3's of Josh Rouse's 'Beyond Cold Blue Stars.' I've been listening obsessively all day. It also led me to realize that my copy of 'Under Cold Blue Stars' is in my possession somewhere, as I feared it wasn't. Not sure where, though. I am just fully aware that it is here.. somewhere.

Sarae started musing at 06:07 PM
while listening to Josh Rouse - Under Cold Blue Stars (Navy Blazer remix)
[Just this]

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* * * Things we have learned this week:

• Do not count on Angela to remind you of anything.
  
• Do not count on Colette to keep you from drinking just one more glass of caffeine at 2:30 am. (Ok, so I'm a tad evil by stealing it when she was in the bathroom but, what, you expect me to police myself? God.)
  
• Art History professors are a strange, strange sort.
  
• Dell and UPS can bite and/or suck my ass. Whichever they prefer.
  
• Natalie does not, nor ever will (hopefully) wear hideous pants.*
  

I learned more, of course. But those are big.

Sarae started musing at 02:33 AM
while listening to
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Friday January 24, 2003

I am so tired. And I have to be awake (hopefully functioning) in a mere six hours. Give or take (give) a half hour.

At the risk of sounding like a total perv, I think I like porn stores. There's something quaint about them. If quaint isn't the word I should use, then.. I don't know what is.

Sarae started musing at 12:33 AM
while listening to
[Just this]

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Thursday January 23, 2003

I am having hysterical issues, about newsprint paper. This means that I am tired and would really like some sleep, but need to find some friggin' duct tape now!

Earlier, I confused my mother by thumping my chest repeatedly and declaring, "represent!" This was more amusing than the "hatin'" incident of a few weeks past. My mother must think me odd.

Sarae started musing at 12:16 AM
while listening to
[Just this]

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Wednesday January 22, 2003

It was really funny at the time. Yes, it was quarter to eight and ass-biting cold. (Ok, I didn't notice the temperature as much as I did the wind - but for the sake of an argument, let's say it was ass-biting cold.) But it was funny.

I was walking to work. And though she was out at that early, early time, and though she was walking towards the capitol (ie the wrong direction for that time of day, for where she lives) I saw a woman, with a distinctly Natalie coat. And I thought, "it's Natalie!"

Of course, it wasn't. But before I zeroed in on the time, direction, or any other logical rationalizations for why it wasn't, I said: "That's not her. Natalie would never wear those hideous pants."

Sadly, that was the highlight of my morning. Well..maybe.

Sarae started musing at 10:39 PM
while listening to
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* * * I am holding back on the requisite first-class impressions until I have my last class tomorrow. On the whole? Very very intruiging.

Sarae started musing at 12:52 AM
while listening to
[Just this]

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Tuesday January 21, 2003

Maybe it's just my problem, but wouldn't you think that, if you're sending yourself an email and you have a dsl connection, that it would be returned to you rather quickly? As in, less than three minutes?

Sarae started musing at 10:24 AM
while listening to
[Just this]

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Monday January 20, 2003

I have often wondered which one was the taller
I've been having rotten dreams lately, which really sucks my enjoyment out of sleeping. They're either the classic bad dreams, or the understandably irksome sort, or the pathetic ones where I dream that my digital camera's been shipped to me already, and I wake up to the reality that it's not, and I won't have it til Feb 6 - or so.

Nevertheless, I know I have to sleep, eventually. Right?

Sarae started musing at 11:09 PM
while listening to Jude - The Asshole Song
[Just this]

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Sunday January 19, 2003

My mind is blank tonight.

So I took the opportunity to (start to) set up my photoblog.

There's all of one picture there. But. Yeah.

Sarae started musing at 03:24 AM
while listening to
[Just this]

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Saturday January 18, 2003

The Nields, 'Snowman'
I don't feel much like dancing
You scrape the ice off my glances
We walk through a cold and moonless winter night
You recognize the coal in a snowman's eyes

It's all right, it's okay, if I freeze I can't decay
You touch and I freeze, there is ice where my heart should be
I'm a snowman, cold is all I understand
I'm a snowman, if you can't hurt me no one can

Everything is fine
Nothing changes but the time
Life is easy when tomorrow's gone
I dream of snow; snow's where I belong

It's all right, it's okay, if I freeze I can't decay
You touch and I freeze, there is ice where my heart should be
I'm a snowman, cold is all I understand
I'm a snowman, if you can't hurt me no one can

And I must have a mind of snow
To stand and watch you as you go
And then turn to see this empty scene
And still not feel a thing

It's all right, it's okay, if I freeze I can't decay
You touch and I freeze, there is ice where my heart should be
I'm a snowman, cold is all I understand
I'm a snowman, if you can't hurt me no one can

Sarae started musing at 10:28 PM
while listening to The Nields - Snowman
[Just this]

* * * I thought that it was real

I keep thinking it's Saturday night. It's not.

My foot's asleep, I'm cold, and I'm tired. I ought to be tucked in bed fast asleep, but instead I'm sitting here. Editing pictures that I took tonight (like the picture of my brother right before he set to swiffering the entire apartment.) Listening to music. And instead of going to sleep now, I think I'm going to throw all my planning aside and just start throwing water in my fishtank. Perhaps tomorrow I can get some fish. That'd be nice.

Sarae started musing at 01:56 AM
while listening to American HiFi - Another Perfect Day
[Just this]

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Friday January 17, 2003

Get kicked out when I can't see straight

Things missing:

• Underwear (not all of it; just one particular pair. Probably others, though)
  
• Scissors
  
• Swiss Army Knife
  
• Coffee
  
• Sanity

Why do I think that this list will soon have more things on it? Oh, sigh.

Sarae started musing at 04:54 PM
while listening to Fountains of Wayne - Red Dragon Tattoo
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* * * Look over your shoulder cuz I'm coming over

And by "rented little puppy" I don't mean an actual puppy. I mean a rented camera. But everyone's smart enough to know that.. right?

Oh, and if I update again between now and six, don't be frightened. I'm just.. trying to get hyper with diet Dr. Pepper and music and dancing and whatever else I can pull out my ass. Plus, I'm sniffly and boggy-headed, so I took a Dayquil. Two, actually.

In short? Watch out.

Sarae started musing at 04:14 PM
while listening to Watchmen - Do It
[Just this]

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* * * Never mind what I know is right, cuz I'm right
I'm home! I'm home (since last night, but I didn't have time then) and it's so odd. Big bed, not completely freezing at night, not having to be silent at 10:30pm, having all my stuff where it's supposed to be (except my coffee; where is my coffee?) and other random, pointless things.

I don't have to work until next Wednesday, so I won't be fed up with the stupidity of the few and/or the masses. I've bought my books, and I'm getting to buy ART SUPPLIES on Tuesday. I haven't gotten to go buy ART SUPPLIES for forever. Well, not ones for a class, ones where you get to get messy and such.

And though my camera is somewhere between being ordered and being in my hot little hands, I've got a rented little puppy for the weekend. Oh yeah.

Sarae started musing at 04:10 PM
while listening to Watchmen - Silent Radar
[Just this]

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Thursday January 16, 2003

Today is long. Very long.

In Photoshop, I have a 5-by-5-inch document open, with nothing on it except for a blue F. (Techno font, fyi.)

I am relearning to hate people, slowly.

Sarae started musing at 04:04 PM
while listening to
[Just this]

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Wednesday January 15, 2003

Things which make life oh so good:
Bolognese sauce
Basketball
Basketball wins (dare I call it a blow out? Does a sixteen point win count as such? I say so.)
Basketball wins against the Gophers
Smoozing in a box during the basketball win against the Gophers
Not-so-painful teeth
Weekend anticipation
Colette getting to town tomorrow

And so I say: huzzah!

I spent a fair amount of time tonight trying to convince my dad, aunt, and uncle (my cousin was delightfully helpful, as well) that they really ought to fork over the $35,000 for a box. My enthusiasm was further enhanced when I learned that you got the box for every sporting event at the Kohl Center. (With the option of using it for concerts!) That's three sports all season, plus a few extra thrown in. Were I ambitious, I would check schedules and find out exactly how much this would cost per ticket, per game. However, I am not ambitious. That, and I don't know how many seats you get. So, yes. No box for me. I mean, my family's business. Ahem.

Sarae started musing at 11:30 PM
while listening to
[Just this]

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* * * Grown up big and strong
All the pretty photoblogs use moveable type. This makes me sad. Yet a wee bit.. shall we say.. competitive?

And now, I'm off to be a good girl, practicing more impulse control. I really ought to be careful of what I say, lest my relatives think I'm a nasty little wretch. Also: the staff at Gino's is going to think that I'm stalking them. Honestly, I'm not. I just love you. Love you. Won't you let me have your communal baby? Er, I mean, I'll have the bolognese sauce.

Sarae started musing at 05:17 PM
while listening to The Watchmen - On My Way
[Just this]

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* * * I woke up. Got to work early (frightened a bit by the incorrect time on a clock) and set about to have a productive day. Logged onto USCHO (yes my enthusiasm/attendence has been lagging of late, but I'm determined to turn that around.) and was confused by the "log out" text at the bottom. Had I been lax in remembering to log out the last time - and who knows when that was? I haven't worked for over a week, and I'd been reading it rarely when I was last working. I scroll up to see that someone else is logged in. How odd! I think it was just a computer fuck-up, because that person (know of, not know) would.. never find their way in here. I am still perplexed.

But, still, instead of doing the evil thing, I was a good girl. And logged out.

Even though Colette's been telling me lately that I'm a bitch, I can still be good. Not as much fun, but then again - what is?

Sarae started musing at 10:53 AM
while listening to
[Just this]

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* * * I can't sleep. Which, given my recent sleeping pattern, isn't that surprising. What is surprising is just how tired I am. Exhausted. I lie in bed, toss and turn. Burrow deeper under the many blankets, but I can't get warm enough. I listen to a few mp3s, and suddenly I'm stuck on David Gray. Never good.

Sarae started musing at 01:50 AM
while listening to David Gray - My Oh My
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Tuesday January 14, 2003

Today, I meant to wake up on time. I honestly did. I set my alarm for 7:30 and everything. That all went downhill when my mom walked in a little after ten, inquiring if I was going to get up. I think I groaned and rolled over. Later, at one, when the same thing happened, I slowly opened one eye and grunted. Oh, I'm so attractive when I wake up.

Alas, tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow at 7:50 I will be in a car barrelling downtown. I will be at work early, but oh well. Tomorrow will be the first time since Thursday that I have left the house. (A fact that seems less sad when .. okay it's still sad.) Tomorrow, in short, will suck.

Colette is coming back Thursday, instead of Wednesday. This is ok, as I would have had zero time to see her tomorrow, anyways.

I think my fingers are going to fall off. This is interesting. I think I want to go back to my apartment, where I have a plethora of sweaters and scarves and such to wear. Or, really, anything to throw on other than this old, tattered blue blanket. This is so not my color.

One last thing: I realized that a year ago I was blonde. Really frickin' blonde. It's a tad scary, to compare that hair (frickin' short, frickin' blonde) with the hair I have now. Considering the hair I have now is neither short nor frickin' blonde. Odd. Or not. Take your pick.

Sarae started musing at 11:46 PM
while listening to Conan
[Just this]

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* * * Update: Cupcakes made. Not so yummy. Stomach says: blech.

Sarae started musing at 01:06 AM
while listening to
[Just this]

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Monday January 13, 2003

I am jonesin' for cupcakes. I really want white cupcakes, no frosting. I have one cake mix, fudge marble. I'm currently trying to gauge my stomach - is the craving about to turn into nausea like it usually does? I think so.

Tonight I was informed that I'm feeling better. This was declared after I was complaining of boredom, halfheartedly beating up my brother, and the like. School starts in one week; I'm both glad and not. Oh well. Time again to make my seasonal declaration that this semester will be different? Bullshit.

Oh, fuckit. I'm making CUPCAKES. Just cuz I make 'em doesn't mean I have to eat them.

Sarae started musing at 11:39 PM
while listening to reruns of Conan
[Just this]

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* * * I think I've been sucked into a time warp. I've been home for about four days, a little more, and it doesn't seem that long at all. This could be due to the recent change of sleeping hours - from normal ones to 5am-3pm - or this could be due to the amounts of drugs I'm on. Which, honestly, isn't that much - but it prevents my family from forcing me to do tedious, boring chores.

At the same time, it feels like forever since I was in my apartment, hanging out with Colette. I miss the freedom, I miss the constant computer access, and I miss my music. All these things are silly, and I'm complaining about them because I'm cold, hungry, and utterly bored. That, and the fact that I still can't smile. I can, but it hurts and feels bad.

Tomorrow, my brother goes back to school. My father goes back to work. My mother goes back to running constant errands. I will wake earlier, and will do what I've been doing for the past four days: nothing. Ah. Makes a girl almost wish that school was starting. One more week. One more.

Sarae started musing at 12:21 AM
while listening to
[Just this]

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Saturday January 11, 2003

I find myself clenching my jaw, even though there's no pain to hold in. The coedine took it all away, replacing it with a calm and passive look at the world. I ought to go upstairs, to bed, to warmth, to sleep, but I'm terrified that sleep won't come. If it doesn't, I'll be trapped up there, unlike at my apartment - where I can move about freely, or watch the traffic lights flicker incessantly.

Ah, well. Sleep attempt it is, anyways.

Sarae started musing at 03:39 AM
while listening to
[Just this]

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* * * I am woozy. Not woozy in the way Colette was describing, but woozy in the codeine-starting-to-hit way. Where you realize though a series of epiphanies that you're nauseous. Really really nauseous. Then, that you're not. And that you're tired in a funny way. Then comes the saying things that, normally, you wouldn't say - or being on the very close verge of saying them. (This is also filed under: realizing you're drunk. That is when you say, "Ok, me, shut the fuck up before you say something you'll regret.") Then, you are very very tired. Somewhere in this stream of things you realize that your teeth don't really hurt anymore. This is very grand news.

Except that your throat is still raw. Which you were hoping was merely a byproduct of the immense tooth/mouth pain - that the soreness and throbbing pain was just radiating backwards, much like the swelling which has caused you to realize that suddenly you have Kelly Osbourne's cheeks. Now you must face facts - your throat is sore. I will not let myself get sick now, and instead will convince myself, halfheartedly, that it's due to the massive amounts of fruit juice that has recently been consumed. Yes, that's it.

Jesus, I hate that fucking bird clock. Terrifying.

Sarae started musing at 01:58 AM
while listening to quiet tv
[Just this]

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Friday January 10, 2003

1. Where are you right now? Home.

2. What time is it? Three-eleven in the afternoon.

3. What are you wearing? Pink pj pants, brown tshirt, glasses.

4. Any people or animals around you? Describe them. No one. I am all alone. Maybe there's a squirrel outside, but I don't think so.

5. What are your plans for the weekend? Sleep. Much mushy foods. More sleep. Tv. Boredom. Learning to be able to talk, sans-pain.

This was a boring Friday Five.

Sarae started musing at 03:12 PM
while listening to
[Just this]

Wednesday January 8, 2003

Realizing seven years later that you've totally got eighth grade math down rules. Or is it eight years later, I can't recall? Anyways, I love it.

I've also learned that inserting "pierogie" into the oh-so classy song "It's My Perogative" is stupid, childish, and pointless. Especially when you know no other lyrics than, "it's my perogative!" And really, "it's my pierogiative" just doesn't sound good.

Now, I am off to be awake for another hour an a half, snacking on some desirable solid foods because I won't be able to have them for a few days. Bollocks.

Sarae started musing at 10:53 PM
while listening to quiet Leno
[Just this]

* * * Doom!

Tomorrow I'll be in pain. Massive, massive, drug-dictating pain. Goddamned wisdom teeth.

I'm out.

Sarae started musing at 05:40 PM
while listening to Tegan and Sara - Your Love
[Just this]

Monday January 6, 2003

Yes, I shed. Yes, I will admit that I shed a lot. (I'm also posting a lot lately, but that's another thing entirely.)

But - can anyone explain how a hair (or two) got into my light? A floor light, where the bottom of the bowl is a tad over my head, and the top is a good distance above it? Honestly, how does that happen?

Sarae started musing at 11:59 PM
while listening to Bratmobile - Bitch Theme
[Just this]

* * * Tell me nothing else will do
My tummy hurts. I hate food. I am never eating again.

And yes. That song is being heard a lot. On repeat. Without a single other song on the playlist. I'm such a whore.

Sarae started musing at 11:15 PM
while listening to Tegan and Sara - And Darling
[Just this]

* * * Today sucks. So so much.

Sarae started musing at 10:17 PM
while listening to
[Just this]

* * * Fucking cocksucking bloodsucking online digital sellers. Fuckers, them all! I ordered a camera, Sunday morning. Later I got a voicemail asking me to call the company. So I do, just now. The camera that I was buying was recently upgraded, so they're not making the particular one that I wanted anymore. Yet this company still had it on their site - as did several others.

Turns out they aren't selling that model any more - and would I care to order the upgraded camera, instead? Because it's "much better" - and this oh so marketable "much better" also tacks on an extra $100 to the price tag. Gee, let's see: no.

I asked the person on the phone why they still had it on their website, in my hard-assed consumer voice learned from my mother. His intelligent response? "It takes awhile to refresh." Bullshit.

Sarae started musing at 05:21 PM
while listening to Tegan and Sara
[Just this]

* * * Oh, if you still know how
You can talk to me now

Today at work I was once again struck with our general clientele during non-semester times. In short? Older, creepy guys. Uck.

On Thursday, I get my wisdom teeth yanked out. Today, someone who'd not been in to work since finals week came in and said, "you look sad, get your teeth pulled already?" I said no. Bah. I was just.. bored.

I want to do nothing but sleep right now. Sleep sleep sleep. But instead I have to clean, and do laundry (what's this? I'm doing laundry for the first time in my building!) and other such things. And then sleep, at like nine or ten. That'll be fun. (No, really.)

So for now, I should turn on every light in my room to wake me up, play some more cheery music to pump me up, and start thinkin' about a tad bit o' caffeine. Cheerio.

Sarae started musing at 04:51 PM
while listening to Ani Difranco - Talk To Me Now
[Just this]

Sunday January 5, 2003

Exciting life!

Today I bought my first ever lingerie. I love it! I want to wear it NOW!

Also today, I visited my first ever porn store. It was very exciting. Except for the inadvertant side trip into the hard-core video section. That was not so cool.

Sarae started musing at 10:30 PM
while listening to silence
[Just this]

* * * Remember!

If/when my printer is fixed and returned to me, and I freak out unable to find the power cord for it, please remind me that it's on the other side of my room. It's extension-cord length, and three-pronged on both ends, so why not use it?

Sarae started musing at 04:42 PM
while listening to Tegan and Sara - Heavy
[Just this]

* * * The dreams of dying mothers
I awoke, my insides shuddered
Uh, ok. I just spent the last two hours working on this page. You'll see links to the right, different buttons to the left, and well, nothing much different. But it took two hours.

I suppose I ought to go to bed.

Sarae started musing at 06:03 AM
while listening to JJ72 - October Swimmer
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* * * Right now, little sucks more than not having dry erase markers or push pins. This is because I finally got my whiteboard and bulletin boards up, and I have notes to write! Things to draw! Things to put on! And no way to do any of it.

This is what happens when I get productive after 1 am. I get things done, but they're never enough.

Sarae started musing at 04:08 AM
while listening to Mercury Fog - Nite and Fog
[Just this]

* * * No frothing dog, no cool insanity

I find myself up late, once again. Tomorrow I intend to wake before three in the afternoon, but really, who am I kidding.

There was something specific, some certain thing I was going to say in this post, but I completely forgot it. My mind is certainly dead. And I've only been awake for twelve hours, how sad.

I've been buying things lately. I get into the buy mode where I spend ungodly sums of money (all right, not that bad, and the last one was one day were I bought almost all of my Christmas presents.) However, yesterday was not one of those days - I went to several stores with the notion of buying several things. The only thing that I could actually locate was this month's copy of CMJ Music Magazine. Pearl Jam was on the cover, it turned my stomach, and I put it back. I'm sorry, but put Pearl Jam on the cover of Spin or something. Keep them off my magazine. Fuckers.

Sarae started musing at 02:47 AM
while listening to The Tragically Hip - An Inch An Hour
[Just this]

* * * Creep up and tell me that you -

I need an escape. I don't care what it is, I don't care where I get it, as long as it's an escape. Preferably one without people, and without snakes. (The latter is a requirement.)

and
Hello, I'm a person. Not an animal. Not an inanimate object to be forgotten about at will, placed at the back of a cabinet to save for when you have time. I do not sit still and gather dust, I get up and walk away.
and
If I stop being silent except for occassionally half-singing along to this one song (on repeat for, oh, the last two hours) I will scream. I will scream and I will not stop. Or I will have no words at all. I'm not sure which is worse.
and
I am not going to disappear.

Sarae started musing at 12:47 AM
while listening to Tegan and Sara - And Darling
[Just this]

Saturday January 4, 2003

It's lovely to feel nothing.

Sarae started musing at 11:53 PM
while listening to Tegan and Sara, "And Darling"
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* * * I have this spot on my monitor. It's tiny, and it's red. It may be a tad of pomegranite juice (ok, I will not mention that fruit again for...three days) or perhaps some candy cane. It's tiny, but every once in awhile, a picture pops up underneath it, giving the two dimentional person a tiny zit. Or odd non-zit red spot.

That amuses me, at three am.

Sarae started musing at 03:08 AM
while listening to
[Just this]

* * * I can guarantee there'll be no knock on the door
Tired. At a reasonably to-be-tired-at hour. So why am I not in bed? Why did I make (weak) coffee a while ago? Why is my brain not working at all tonight? That last question doesn't matter, it's nice to not have my brain working. It makes me calm. It makes me not care about lovely shit.

I got a new floorlamp tonight. Two, actually. One for my room, and one for the livingroom. The livingroom is a rather cheap (literally; it was $7 on sale) lamp. Oh, I already said that. Well, suck it. I'm amazed that I got a lamp for so cheap. And it's not like I particularly care for the aesthetics of my livingroom, anyways.

I'm also slowly accumulating things to use to decorate my room. I swear, I'll be fully moved in by August, at which time I'll need to pack it all up again. But oh well.

My big grand plan is to a) get a digital camera b) take obscene amounts of pictures (no, not obscene pictures, although..) c) print them. Huge. I've got several cheap, neat fake-frame ideas. Really, the only thing holding me back is deciding which of two (or maybe three..) cameras to get. It's a considerable chunk of money to plop down, and it's something I will use for years upon years, so I don't mind the wait. Well. I do. But I understand it. Hell, I've been comparison shopping for what seems like eons.

Sarae started musing at 02:48 AM
while listening to Tragically Hip - Grace, Too
[Just this]

Friday January 3, 2003

Growing up in a biosphere
1) My throat is scratchy. I am also very very cold. These two things are not that related.
2) This is the second design in a row to be titled by a Robbie Fulks song lyric. Crazy.
3) Tonight I watched part of the hockey game at home, on our new huge tv. I sat in silence (occassionally muttering or groaning or yelling) and my mom was checking her email on our nice new computer. After a particularly long stretch of silence from my part my mother randomly said, "Wozniewski."
4) It was really funny when it happened.
5) When there was seven minutes left, I freaked out. I said, "GO! We need to leave NOW!" My mother looked confused. I pointed at the tv, and said, "It's HERE." We instantly sprang to our feet, and on the drive to my apartment, we continually told both teams to not score. They didn't. We didn't get stuck in annoying post game fantraffic.
6) I am really fucking cold.
7) Today I got cool things. Things like a rack to hold my dishes. Two new lamps (one for $7! And it had two shades!) And another sweater.
8) I don't know how I ended up with another sweater. I got a pink one for Christmas, and I've yet to try it on. Instead of fessing up to this fact, when my mother asked me for the fifth time if I'd tried it on yet, I said yes, that I was keeping it. Then, when we were out shopping, I wound up with another of the same sweater - only this one is tan. Hopefully they fit. Otherwise I'm a bitch.
9) Colette's new roomate is named Adrienne. I told my mother this. Then, we had the following conversation:

Mother: "Adrienne sounds like a boys' name. I hope Colette didn't get stuck with a boy."
Me: "Why do you think that? Adrienne is a girls name." (I know this because a chick on the Sopranos is named Adrienne.)
Mother: "The little boy next door is named Adrienne."
Me: "Adrienne next door is a BOY?!"

10) I am hopelessly lost in my digital camera search. Someone please just make me buy one.

Sarae started musing at 11:03 PM
while listening to The Tragically Hip - Titanic Terrarium
[Just this]

* * * I said I'm fabulously rich
Come on just let's go

Ugh - I'm not tired. Maybe I will be once I crawl into bed. This is a seriously bad habit I've gotten into once again. I've not gone to bed before four AM in the past .. I can't remember when I've gone to sleep earlier than four. I suppose Christmas Eve.

And I'm such a messy little wretch. I'm getting pomegranite juice all over - fingers, lips, hopefully not the keyboard. Nope, not yet. I am finishing this damn pomegranite, then tomorrow I shall go shopping and buy more. Oh, to have nothing to do! Well. Nothing sucky, anyways.

Sarae started musing at 04:11 AM
while listening to The Tragically Hip - Grace, Too
[Just this]

* * * So; new design. I'm rather liking it, at this early hour of four. (Shit! I have to be up in five hours! This is what happens when I get carried away.) This blog seems foreign to me, and I don't like that. The design needs more tweaking (please, if you see any errors, do sign the guestbook) - like, well, some links added on. But I won't be able to get to it now - I meant to be asleep by three.

And, oh - though they are quite delicious, pomegranites are not the best snack to eat while at the computer. Especially not while Photoshopping and coding. That was a quite stupid move on my part. Damn pomegranites, being so appealing. Mmmm... want more...

Sarae started musing at 03:59 AM
while listening to silence
[Just this]

* * * Friday Five

1. Do you wear any jewelry? What kind? Just my watch. Rarely I'll wear a necklace, a Black Hills Gold butterfly, but not often. You know it's a special occassion when I'm wearing it.

2. How often do you wear it? Oops, got ahead of myself. Watch, everyday.

3. Do you have any piercings? If so, where? Earring, eyebrow and navel. I don't wear the rings, though; they may be closed up.

4. Do you have any tattoos? If so, where? Yes; left shoulder.

5. What are your plans for the weekend? Sleep. Sleep. Swim? Eat ice cream cake in honor of my brother's birthday. Sleep. Talk to Colette every single night.

Sarae started musing at 01:21 AM
while listening to
[Just this]