The storm started about fifteen minutes ago. I'm sitting on the balcony, listening to the rain and watching the lightning. The smell of the rain is amazing. Happy birthday to me.

Hello world. How's every little thing? Spam the comments, will you?

Quickly, everyone recommend web hosts!

Hay les_cicatrices. Nosferatu.

It is warm, finally. You can expect I won't be shutting up about the weather for quite some time. Don't hate me, I lead a deprived life.

In more interesting news, acupuncture is at least as soothing as a relaxation massage-- I don't know about helpful, but it feels good.

So, yes. Art crawl to end all art crawls last weekend, which began with crashing a pub crawl, continued with acupuncture and camera theft (I stole it, but I'm giving it back) and culminating in a second Star Trek viewing, at the fancy theater no less.

Also I decided to write a book.

What can I say? The weather is warm, my brain's on manic mode and I'm taking advantage while I can.

Yesterday my roommate came into my room about 15 minutes before I had to work to wake me from a dream I was having about being late to work. My subconcious is meta like that.

Then I went downstairs and tried to start my car. No dice.

So, sans shower, I biked to work and felt gross all day. But one of my students asked why I was late. I explained and he said "well, don't be late anymore because I missed working with you and I want you to be here."Aw.

In other news, North Daktoa looms large on my weekend's horizon. Now I've gotta go call AAA.



ETA: Fixed! A very nice man in a van gave me a new battery.

Crossposting from DW-- I'm fantasticmuse over there, too. Comment and tell me if you've got a journal there so I can follow it.

I will tell you what, if you've never had peanut butter fried with pancakes, you have not truly lived. In other news, we found a new restaraunt this weekend. :)

It's a game we play when one of my friends comes down. A new place to eat each visit! We haven't failed too often, and she's down like every other weekend. It's good to explore. For instance, this weekend we found a diner that only serves breakfast. Oh, and it has "space invader" window clings in the front window. That's how we knew it was awesome.

Friday was bittersweet-- two of my long-term students finished. It's hard to let them go, but two more come this afternoon. And we start all over. I like the change of pace, but still.

And now back to work.

In Minnesota, it's cold. Science says so. Today, when estimating the temp of the first truly nice day we've had, I hazarded a "Seventy? :D?"

Friends, it's 55 degrees out. SEE HOW WINTER HAS WARPED ME?

It's three AM. I can't sleep. And it's snowing. Raise your hand if you just can't do it anymore! _o/



I hate winter. And everything. But mostly winter.

Things that are hard to do while wearing a wrist brace:

type

eat popcorn

drive

tie shoes (mine and other peoples)

eat popcorn while typing

eat popcorn while typing and using a mouse

open doors with turny handles

text


Now you know.

Sorry, folks, fighting depression with humor. Laugh more, bitches.

Dear polskipiwo,




Sincerely,

fantasticmuse




P.S. Mayor West thinks you're crap.

First I would like to say I do finally have a new computer. But that's suddenly so, so unimportant.

My dad called this morning to let me know that the son of their neighbors died during the night. He'd been in the hospital, we knew, but we thought he was out of the woods. My brother was going to see him today.

He was about 10 years old. He was born with cancer but that's not what killed him. He'd defeated that by the time he was six and had been living cancer free for years.

-

Shortly after he went into remission for the first time, his family came to my parent's house for dinner. They almost never went anywhere; they didn't have many friends.

My mom took a lot of special care with that meal. He had so many food allergies but she wanted them to have stuff they didn't normally get. Home cooking, not hospital food. But there was nothing for it; the only desert he could eat was jello.

So she made jello, but she used an old trick-- if you make it with seltzer water it sparkles and pops in your mouth.

I have never seen a kid's eyes get so big as when he took his first bite of that stuff. He laughed. "It's spicy!"

-

There was something wrong with his stomach, intestines, I guess. That's what sent him to the hospital and that's what killed him.

And I am so fucking mad.

How is it fair that a kid can be born with cancer, fight it off, only to die later from something else?

The only answer is that it's not fair. We live in a world that we can't control. Sometimes we win the lottery. Sometimes we miss a bus. And sometimes a ten year old kid dies from something that isn't the cancer he was born with.

I tell myself: girl, this is it. Don't hesitate, don't waste time on hate. When you've got luck, roll with it. When you've got love, make more. The world is big and time doesn't stop, accidents happen. Walk on.

polskipiwo: oh maaaan...you wish you had the dinner I've got, mmhmm. Tiny chopped up potatoes, bacon, cheddar cheese all mixed together with two poached eggs on top.

fantasticmuse: it sounds like a heart attack special

polskipiwo:i don't even remember how much butter I used
I think I blacked out

fantasticmuse: ahaha god I love you

polskipiwo: and the bacon was floating in its own grease
i poached the eggs just a bit too long though
i had this utopian vision of the yolks spewing out and making everything all mushy and wonderful
BUT NO



WHY IS HER LIFE SO SAD?

ETA:

polskipiwo: I'M EATING IT WITH MY HANDS

fantasticmuse: *dies laughing*

I would like to clue you in to a little secret.

Dipping oatmeal cookies made by your grandma in sweet chai tea is delicious.


I just thought you should know.



-fantasticmuse

That's all.


Happy day.

Car fallout marginally settled. It's nerve-wracking as hell. Not because of damages, or even that the accident was scary. Just because I detest dealing in all the insurance stuff.

I made my dad help me. :/ I should feel about two years old, but I really really don't because insurance. *makes a face*

It's still cold, but warming. And I'm already into what amounts to a four day weekend. Life's okay.

Tell me about one television show I haven't seen, on air or dead, and tell me why I should watch it.

You only get one chance per show to convince me, and remember: I've seen almost everything. Choose carefully.

but then I thought of this.


YOUR ADDRESS, PLEASE.






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