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| i didn't want to yield to all of you who continually slander xanga, because i have very fond memories attached to it. but it is long past time and here it is-- the new site:
http://waitwhat343.wordpress.com
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| i thought i'd snap a few photos the other night decorating the tree, but we all looked so consistently bad i stopped. some days are just like that. some highlights:
my charming brothers
"dad," i complained, "i told him to act natural."
"i'm afraid that is natural."
hopefully this one isn't.
merry christmas!
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| good day, after all. work improved by 200% (or more) by having abby there; sitting with her on the bus and chatting about books and traveling and what we'll do someday was lovely. my small group dinner was good, too. it's so nice to find people in unexpected places with whom i connect and probably one of my favorite things in this world. people fascinate me. even if it's just for a time, i do remember and of course one's never just the same as before. i got to see bekah and daniel and chuck after and we caught up over (finally) good beer and some chocolate-and-peanut butter concoction, laughing about how old and boring we've all become in a year. then megan on the phone, but only a week until it's in person! yes, i just used an exclamation mark. i hate them but there are valid occasions, and this (she) is one of them.
i rediscovered some old cds i'd almost forgotten too--
empty pockets, empty dream
all the promises that spill from the glowing screen
wealth and riches on little plastic cards
all you ever wanted, with a low apr
and maybe all i want
is nothing you can sell
in pills and magazines
i watch all the ceo's and young professionals and bankers go by in their professional clothes and briefcases and i am not jealous. there's nothing wrong with what they're doing; probably it's good and helpful-- just glad it's not me. i have no office, i wear jeans, i bring my lunch in an old paper bag, the highlight of my day is breezing through security to check the mail in the basement of a skyscraper... life is still good and i am blessed.
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| babysitting last night:
zach (7): you know that tv show, ____ ?
me: i've never heard of that.
zach: you haven't?
me: i didn't really watch tv when i was little.
zach: ohhh, right. they didn't have tv back then, did they?
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| obsession: locking the bathroom door in public places. specifically in
coffee shops, perhaps because i frequent them and i'd be sure to face
anyone involved in an unfortunate meeting again. or because they tend
to have unisex bathrooms. i check the lock at least four times to be
sure.
things that make me incredibly sad/stressed out: seeing people up
earlier than they should be. i left the house 6-ish this morning, which
isn't that early (see: megan) but there were
stars. i felt fine, but i kept driving past houses with lights on and i
kept thinking, "people! go back to bed!" i think it comes from being
homeschooled and sitting in my pajamas while i looked on pityingly at
the poor "school kids" shivering outside at ungodly hours to wait for
the bus. it seems so wrong and needless.
what i'm learning in the stimulating world of retail:
1) i will always be nice to people in any sort of customer service. the
sweet old ladies who say, "aw thank you honey" just for handing over
their credit card make my day.
2) i enjoy mindless tasks immensely because they give me a lot of time to think.
3) i don't picture retail and i forming any sort of serious attachment
(as in, more than these six weeks). i mean, i just don't care about
stuff the way a person in retail ought to. i don't make a great
waitress either, but at least i like food.
actually, i think christmas presents are kind of ridiculous. i like
surprise presents just fine and like to give them, but the vast
majority of people give christmas (and birthday) presents only because
they're expected. it just doesn't do much for me. not because i don't like getting stuff-- i love getting stuff-- it's just the entire process of having to get and give that makes me want to boycott it. what if i don't want to buy someone something and give it anyway? technically, it's not a gift if i'm giving it against my will. plus, i despise shopping and am not organized enough to avoid the horrendous lines forming this time of the year. i think i am getting to old and set in my ways; i should probably have kids soon to rediscover the joy of christmas morning.
p.s. i did, by the way, bring gifts for my family from peru which i had expected to free me of all this, but i got so excited i made them all open them the day i got home. maybe you will all get used books. that is what i would like.
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