We're All Mad Here » 2004

04-13-04

addictive like crack… only less fun

sitting in the cafe at the bookstore on stanwix i had a sudden itch. It was much like the itch one gets when getting unaddicted to cigarettes, only…different. I wanted to call devil boy, return his phone call. No. nonono. I couldn’t explain why i wanted to call him, there is nothing i actually can stand about him let alone like. Then i figured it out. I was addicted to the situation. I am addicted to masochistic relationships. Why? I couldn’t tell you.

will write more later…in class now. stop back tonight…:)

04-12-04

tired.

it’s too early to wake up. Thinking about going to visit beth in june. miss her terribly and i think it would be a nice vacation. a week in florida… :) yay!

the actionscript of this would be soooo hot.

why is it so cold in PA? 45…come on god, work with me! grrrrr. it is suppose to be 70 next sunday. Keeping my fingers crossed. Trying to figure out div/css positioning and clean up my code, the little cuban would be so proud if i ever had time to show him. I feel bad about not getting the La Strada site done yet, but when do i have time?

Migraine hang over. Eww, i hate days like this. Everything in the news is horrible and makes my heart ache. I still don’t understand why we as humans do this to eachother, three years on this side of dropping international politics from my major and i am no better off. Take Locke and Hobbes and shove them up your ass. Its still no reason for ppl to die.

Bush: Memo had no ‘actionable intelligence’. Love that headline. Actionable intelligence? why is this surprising when i thought we all agreed there was hardly any intelligence at all in anything concerning that man, let alone actionable.But i suppose i can see where he is coming from…if the action doesn’t help the corporations where is the intelligence in it all?

And apparently there is a coalition information center. I wonder if it is like those information centers at state parks with the maps and the gift shops and all the pretty colors?

And incase we have been distracted by all the pretty colors our gov. is throwing at us may i point our well distracted attention back to here . It was hidden in the dark underworld of CNN where things go to die.

04-12-04

the weather in this city is bi-polar, just like the men

devil boy called…let it go to voice mail…not even worth translating. Boys are so boring anymore, predictable and boring.

Paulina dropped by La Strada yesterday, we went to the flower show at phips conservatory for the spring flower show. it was so wonderful. Everything was so beautiful and centering and smelled wonderful. I want a beautiful garden/greenhouse when i grow up. Just to walk around in the middle of winter in a paradise. I would love it.

Migraine today, wish i could just throw up and get it overwith. Laid my head against the shower because it was cool, thought my head would explode in the car on the way home. Meds now, not too much more to write.

04-10-04

lessons in webdesign

chikengres: if you think semantically, you will write semantically

vanishingpieces: but i think sex

chikengres: if you think in terms of print media, you’re fucking yourself over

vanishingpieces: how do i get from sex to semantically

chikengres: ok

chikengres: sex

vanishingpieces: print…so i have to get my head out of the gutter?

chikengres: you have male genitals

vanishingpieces: HA!

vanishingpieces: get it print, gutter

chikengres: they consist of a penis and testicles

vanishingpieces: some G.D. humor for ya

chikengres: the testicles are in a sac

vanishingpieces: i do?

vanishingpieces: what does that have to do with web design

chikengres: <genitals>

<penis>

     <shaft></shaft>

     <head></head>

</penis>

<scrotum>

     <testicle></testicle>

    <testicle></testicle>

</scrotum>

<genitals>

chikengres: let me do that again:

<genitals>

<penis>

     <shaft></shaft>

    <head></head>

</penis>

<scrotum>

     <testicle></testicle>

    <testicle></testicle>

</scrotum>

<genitals>

chikengres: there

chikengres: sex, semantically

vanishingpieces: hey, you just created an xml code for male sex

chikengres: yes I did

vanishingpieces: yay!

04-09-04

let me tell you a thing about baseball players…

…their uniforms do nothing for them. I was sitting at La Strada today thinking about GM Joe. I looked him in the eyes today while i was talking to him, which is a dangerous thing for me to do. Pity he doesn’t have an accent or much of an ass i thought to myself. And so god, the all hearing, was listening in on my thoughts because through the door walked a beautiful, tall, dark handsome gentlemen.

and then he opened his mouth, saying he would show himself to the bar in one of the most sexy spanish accents i had ever heard. He looked like a cross between GM Joe and Colin Farrel.

I watched him at the bar, he had even better fashion sense than GM Joe, if you can believe it, but i suppose making $305,000 a year allows for such extravegancies. So how do i know this is how much he makes a year? Because he was none other than Oliver Perez, pitcher for the Pirates. This kid is a year older than i and making more money than my mind allows me to process for fear of break down. And to think i just got done having a fit about not being as financially stable as i want to be at this point in my life and in walks this little boy who makes more than i will ever see in my life. In fact he makes a hundred precent more than i do…and now i am depressed and going to spend the last of my coat check money on cheap wine and brie.

04-07-04

Icky nose day

Back from the land of those who don’t matter and on with more important things in my life. Been to two classes so far. Photoshop is an act of masochism, but Illustrator is wonderful. I finally have a reason to learn it. Sitting next to this one kid who awes me with his talent, and his fashion sense.

Still sick, been grumpy, my apologies to those who are in contact with me on a daily basis. Last night Artist Boy pointed it out as i attempted to express my feelings towards my twizzlers getting stuck in the vending machine in more optimistic terms…Hey, now i got two. My punk RA friend pointed it out on the elevator too. :(

I was talking to a friend yesterday i hadn’t talked too in months (apparently 18 of them) and he sent me pictures of his baby girl. She is sooo precious, she has the most adorable brown curly hair. In one she is playing with a beach ball with some sort of dot_com written on it, yeah, you know her daddy’s a geek.

Been praying for my friend at work who had to get surgery.

04-07-04

i was having a croissant today

i was having a croissant today and thinking about how abusive my computer-geek ex-boyfriend is. I have since quit reading his blog.

04-06-04

Cold shell

its a gross misinterpretation as usual. I will not be lectured on love by the likes of you, someone who doesn’t even love himself. You have some nerve to call ME cold and oblivious and self-centered.

This blog is shallow and superfical, where as some people come online and exploit sides of them they are uncomfortable exploiting in reality, that is what this blog is to me. I would never be this shallow and superficial in reality. To judge me on what is apparent in these words is a misjudgement on your behalf.

And as for me missing the point about love and relationships… well, allow me to throw a few variables at you. Is the point of love waking up to a friend fucking you with out your concent? Is the point of love neglect? Is the point of love ANYTHING you have shown me? How dare you.

How dare you call me self-centered. I can look at myself in the mirror in the mornings, i care about other people and go out of my way to help them. What can we say about you? When was the last time you lifted a finger in anyone elses name?

So forgive me for being cold and cynical, no longer a hopeless romantic, but i refuse to be hopeless anymore. And as for you, you stupid son of a bitch, GO FUCK YOURSELF.

04-04-04

Sexy Foreign Men…yum.

Friday night I get home from work, an hour after going to wor. it was a slow night so they let me go home early, which was bad. I was hoping to make enough money in tips to get to Huntingdon for the weekend. It was the weekend of Pigroast so everyone was coming back for it, alumni, transfers, random ppl off the street. I was disappointed and whined to kristin on IM. No one had known besides frank who was scheming with me. So i tell krisitn this and kristin says “i’ll be there in three hours.” Her and scott drove three hours to come pick me up.

Pigroast was great. the best part about it was i saw my Sexy Greek Friend who I have been in lust with forever and a day. So here my sexy greek friend is at Havard, getting ready to go to Med school in Scotland and i was like…so sexy greek friend, i know this request is alittle dd but would you mind terribly if i had your babies. Sigh. I could never really say that to him, so instead i told him i would come visit and he gave me his email address, took me in his arms and kissed my hair while kristin took a picture. Sigh. Sexy foreign men. He’s the perfect blend of armcandie, credentials and heartbreaker topped with a side of accent. I’ll take two. What the hell, make it three.

Also at pigroast, freshmen year i had this crush on the lead singer of my cuban friend’s band. He was a doll, blonde, blue eyed, little singer guy (i was a freshman ppl, work with me), and to him i was oblivious. So to my surprise, when kristin introdduced me he said something about my bodypiercings (oh god,) i cringed, asked “you weren’t one of the ppl i showed were you?” apologized for being a tool freshman year, then he too took me in his arms and started complimenting me on my eyes. See this was a “take shell in your arms” day, I was extremely huggable i suppose. if i was in freshman year i would have swooned, but since i am way beyond swooning i simply tried to pry singer boy off as tactfully as possible and plot my escape. Funny how tastes change.

I was standing around collecting the drunks for the long drive home (designated driver shell :) whaoo!) when the lead singer of the band that was playing came up to me and complemented my coat (i love my coat). 29, blue eyes and just bought a farm in the poconos. Well, atleast he didn’t live with his parents i suppose. ba, da, ba. It must have been lead singer day for me. who knows, all i know is i got to see a bunch of my friends, found out about half a dozen ppl wanted to have sex with me (long, ong, long story there…and also its my friends, come on, do i really need to explain that?) and had pig for the first time. I had the best time i had ever had at pigroast…all while sober.

04-02-04

Goodtimes

Went to a CD Release Party for a few artists from Digital Goodtimes at Club Chemisty with my Pierced Aristy friend from class (i need to meet some more random people, running out of artist adjectives). Realized i knew nothing of music promotions, emailed the head of digital goodtime and we are going to have coffee and he offered to let me pick his brain.

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