I finished reading that manuscript I was going over for a friend. It took much longer than I thought it would, but only because my counselor has been keeping me so busy with homework. It was an enjoyable read and I just have a few more notes to jot down... I love doing this stuff.
I'm starting to feel like reading and writing do more for my mental stability than the counseling does...
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So I'm watching Broadway Melody of 1940...
Man kisses woman. Woman says, "Don't you EVER do that again!" Man says, "What, this?" and kisses her again.
GrumbleSigh.
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As I walked around today, I listened to Christmas polka. :)
Yes, you read that correctly.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Election blah blah
So! Tonight we find out just how crazy the USofA is...
So that's fun.
In other news, I get to hang out with friends tonight, w00t!
In other other news, I hate telling clients that I'm leaving. :(
I did have a funny reaction from one of today's clients though; I'd just handed him the post-massage cup of water and when I told him, he lifted it as if to toast and said nonchalantly, "Good for you. Bad for me." And that was that. I didn't know whether I should be relieved or disappointed. :P
So that's fun.
In other news, I get to hang out with friends tonight, w00t!
In other other news, I hate telling clients that I'm leaving. :(
I did have a funny reaction from one of today's clients though; I'd just handed him the post-massage cup of water and when I told him, he lifted it as if to toast and said nonchalantly, "Good for you. Bad for me." And that was that. I didn't know whether I should be relieved or disappointed. :P
Monday, November 5, 2012
Hasty post
Crap, almost midnight! Um, um...
I wrote yesterday and it felt good.
I had a couple drinks tonight and THAT felt good.
I am going to nom crazy amounts of peanut butter m&ms and that WILL feel good.
Then I will pass out and that will feel really REALLY good.
I wrote yesterday and it felt good.
I had a couple drinks tonight and THAT felt good.
I am going to nom crazy amounts of peanut butter m&ms and that WILL feel good.
Then I will pass out and that will feel really REALLY good.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Where's the fire?
Today at work the fire alarm went off! That's nice and relaxing during a massage, right?
No fire trucks came, which was kinda disheartening since the fire station is literally right across the street. The alarm somehow got turned off and we went back to business as usual.
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In other news, I got two new sweaters today! I guess it's time for the Great Closet Switchover to see if I need any MORE sweaters for winter...
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I got an idea for a costume today.
I really REALLY REALLY want to make it happen. And take pictures. In black and white. With a white background.
*drool*
No fire trucks came, which was kinda disheartening since the fire station is literally right across the street. The alarm somehow got turned off and we went back to business as usual.
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In other news, I got two new sweaters today! I guess it's time for the Great Closet Switchover to see if I need any MORE sweaters for winter...
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I got an idea for a costume today.
I really REALLY REALLY want to make it happen. And take pictures. In black and white. With a white background.
*drool*
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Christmas Wishes
I want to see twinkles and sparkles and snowflakes.
I want to smell fir trees and clove and peppermint.
I want to hear Nat and Ella and Bing.
I want to taste hot cocoa and Danish butter cookies and akvavit.
I want to feel crushed velvet and filbert nutshells and warm fuzzy blankets.
To me, the Christmas Experience feels like falling in love. When I see beautiful Christmas decorations or hear my favorite carols, I am instantly euphoric—so much so that I usually begin to cry.
I wish it wasn't so commercialized and I wish it was religion-neutral* and I wish it wasn't such a sad time for so many people.
The strange thing is... I don't know why I've always loved Christmas so much. To me, it's never been about the presents (of course, I don't refuse them if they are offered, but that goes for any time of year ;) ) and it's certainly never been about Baby Jesus and it's never really been about Santa Claus either (although I do have a soft spot for Santa Mouse).
One of my favorite Christmastime memories is of sneaking over to the tree when everyone else was asleep, turning on the twinkle-lights, finding my favorite ornament (it was shimmery light blue and had the words "O Come All Ye Faithful" on it), and looking at it while softly singing carols in the glow of the blinking, colored lights.
What part(s) of Christmas do you love?
Or, if you don't like Christmas, what makes YOU feel this happy?
*Yes, I realize it is named after Jesus Christ and that there are other, older names for it; Christmas is just the name I'm used to and it would feel weird to call it anything but.
I want to smell fir trees and clove and peppermint.
I want to hear Nat and Ella and Bing.
I want to taste hot cocoa and Danish butter cookies and akvavit.
I want to feel crushed velvet and filbert nutshells and warm fuzzy blankets.
To me, the Christmas Experience feels like falling in love. When I see beautiful Christmas decorations or hear my favorite carols, I am instantly euphoric—so much so that I usually begin to cry.
I wish it wasn't so commercialized and I wish it was religion-neutral* and I wish it wasn't such a sad time for so many people.
The strange thing is... I don't know why I've always loved Christmas so much. To me, it's never been about the presents (of course, I don't refuse them if they are offered, but that goes for any time of year ;) ) and it's certainly never been about Baby Jesus and it's never really been about Santa Claus either (although I do have a soft spot for Santa Mouse).
One of my favorite Christmastime memories is of sneaking over to the tree when everyone else was asleep, turning on the twinkle-lights, finding my favorite ornament (it was shimmery light blue and had the words "O Come All Ye Faithful" on it), and looking at it while softly singing carols in the glow of the blinking, colored lights.
What part(s) of Christmas do you love?
Or, if you don't like Christmas, what makes YOU feel this happy?
*Yes, I realize it is named after Jesus Christ and that there are other, older names for it; Christmas is just the name I'm used to and it would feel weird to call it anything but.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Rock the Vote! part 3
I got a notice in the mail saying that because my signature on my ballot didn't match the one on my voter's registration card, my vote was invalid unless I re-registered.
So I re-registered. I guess it's nice to know they really ARE paying attention.
So I re-registered. I guess it's nice to know they really ARE paying attention.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
SCREAM
Yesterday I started out Halloween with an appointment at my private practice; afterward my friend Hachiko picked me up and helped me run some errands. She took me home and we worked on costumes and such for a while. Then she and Sunrise and I went to McMenamins theatre to see ParaNorman; it was cute. :)
We then had a late lunch at Noi (the new Thai place downtown), which was fantastic!
After lunch we went home to finalize costumes and apply makeup (just Hachiko and me, obviously :) )
Last night was the screaming contest, which was the Halloween event I was most excited about this year.
We showed up at Silver Moon around 7:45, I think. There wasn't much going on. Sunrise and I had beers and Hachi didn't end up having anything! The opening band for the Moon Mountain Ramblers was a bit grating, so we ended up leaving and going to McMenamins for hot cocktails and pumpkin brûlée. We went back to Silver Moon around 10:15 or so, and after a few songs from the MMR (who were much more enjoyable than the openers AND they did their own version of MJ's Thriller!! ) the screaming contest started. We were told to shoot for "terrifying and LOUD". The audience was told to judge us by screaming back for the screamer they liked the best.
As the first few screamers did their thing, I was thinking, "Oh, I've got this in the bag!" They were all doing "woohoo"s, like you would at a rock show or something. They were more like cheers than screams. I let mine rip, and it was pretty damn terrifying and loud. I was too short to use the microphone that everyone else was using, even. Hachiko said that the people around her all looked blown away. Which is why they forgot to scream back. All the screamers after me were, again, cheering rather than really screaming. When the band announced the winners, I was shocked and disappointed when they didn't call my name for 1st place... or 2nd... or 3rd!?
It really wasn't fair.
I put SO MUCH into that scream. Before I screamed, I thought about when I was raped.
I screamed so hard that I peed myself.* (Luckily the black pants I was wearing were made of a fabric that you can't tell when it's wet!!)
When the screaming contest was over, we left. Leaving Silver Moon, a car passed us on the street and let out a "woohoo". I responded with another REAL scream; I was frustrated and angry and sad. I just wanted to keep screaming. Anyway, someone else who was leaving Silver Moon was about half a block ahead of us and he turned around and said, "Will you stop being murdered?"
And there was my proof.
I'm the only one that really screamed, and I guess people were just freaked out by the sincerity of it.
Fuck 'em.
I should have won.
*I warned you that sometimes this blog would contain TMI!
We then had a late lunch at Noi (the new Thai place downtown), which was fantastic!
After lunch we went home to finalize costumes and apply makeup (just Hachiko and me, obviously :) )
Last night was the screaming contest, which was the Halloween event I was most excited about this year.
We showed up at Silver Moon around 7:45, I think. There wasn't much going on. Sunrise and I had beers and Hachi didn't end up having anything! The opening band for the Moon Mountain Ramblers was a bit grating, so we ended up leaving and going to McMenamins for hot cocktails and pumpkin brûlée. We went back to Silver Moon around 10:15 or so, and after a few songs from the MMR (who were much more enjoyable than the openers AND they did their own version of MJ's Thriller!! ) the screaming contest started. We were told to shoot for "terrifying and LOUD". The audience was told to judge us by screaming back for the screamer they liked the best.
As the first few screamers did their thing, I was thinking, "Oh, I've got this in the bag!" They were all doing "woohoo"s, like you would at a rock show or something. They were more like cheers than screams. I let mine rip, and it was pretty damn terrifying and loud. I was too short to use the microphone that everyone else was using, even. Hachiko said that the people around her all looked blown away. Which is why they forgot to scream back. All the screamers after me were, again, cheering rather than really screaming. When the band announced the winners, I was shocked and disappointed when they didn't call my name for 1st place... or 2nd... or 3rd!?
It really wasn't fair.
I put SO MUCH into that scream. Before I screamed, I thought about when I was raped.
I screamed so hard that I peed myself.* (Luckily the black pants I was wearing were made of a fabric that you can't tell when it's wet!!)
When the screaming contest was over, we left. Leaving Silver Moon, a car passed us on the street and let out a "woohoo". I responded with another REAL scream; I was frustrated and angry and sad. I just wanted to keep screaming. Anyway, someone else who was leaving Silver Moon was about half a block ahead of us and he turned around and said, "Will you stop being murdered?"
And there was my proof.
I'm the only one that really screamed, and I guess people were just freaked out by the sincerity of it.
Fuck 'em.
I should have won.
*I warned you that sometimes this blog would contain TMI!
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