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                <title>She exists</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 17:17:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ And she's in her last week of massage school: something she's wanted to do for a good 12 years or so of her life.  And that's about half, so I'd say it's pretty substantial.<br />
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I'm really really happy right now.  I have a new car because the old one was totalled.  I've got almost 3 years with the love of my life.  I'm finding myself in so many ways. <br />
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I finally exist.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ravhinnos</author>
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                <title>Off, Off, and Away</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 10:06:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I no longer live in Louisiana.  Due to the fact this journal may STILL be watched, I'm not going to say right off where I am. But I'm rather enjoying myself.  It's nice to finally be out of Natchitoches.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Lovely Rita, Meter Maid...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 17:48:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Seems to be heading our way...if not exactly, then pretty near.  Things are hectic here, with the evacuees we already have, plus everyone trying to buy everything in wal-mart.  <br />
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Hopefully this will all just blow over.  Pun intended. ]]></description>
                <author>~ravhinnos</author>
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                <title>update</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2005 21:51:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I was reminded recently that it's been a while since I posted anything.  Very true.  Doesn't mean I haven't been watching.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":-)" title=":-) (Smile)" /><br />
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School has started...last week, in fact.  I'm teaching English and English and more English.  They switched my classes around today.<br />
<br />
I've been up to my ears in calling parents.  110 students, and I'm trying to call EVERY parent.  WOOO!<br />
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Other than that, and having to wake up early, life is good.  *smiles broadly*<br />
<br />
Better than ever. ]]></description>
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                <title>stuff</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2005 21:33:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ One of my mouse ate the other's face today.  Not cool. <br />
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John turned 21 yesterday.  Woo!  Went to the casino, won pretty dang well, and came back this afternoon.  <br />
<br />
Found out from the school that I'll be teaching all remedial classes, instead of the ones I wanted to. A job's a job, though...<br />
<br />
Damn Nat. and their hiring freeze until today...I hate waiting to have to hear stuff. ]]></description>
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                <title>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2005 20:47:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tonight was the ADVANCE tallent show.  ADVANCE is a program that is three weeks in the summer where students from the summer before their eight grade year to before their senior year can take a high school level class for credit. It's also a great social environment, and a place where I met several people I still stay in touch with. <br />
<br />
Some people say that I live too much in my memories.  A lot of that has gone away now that my life is good enough to be worth enjoying in the here and now.  But having observed one of the classes for 30 hours this three weeks, and then sitting with Chris (one of the girls from that class) at the tallent show, and seeing some of the people I went to ADVANCE with as staff...that really brought back memories.  I'd have loved to go to the dance, and I'm kinda upset that I don't have a copy of End of the World by REM, though I do know it by heart.  <br />
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I feel the need to have a good cry.  Last night at supper a topic came up that really hit a nerve that I'd not realized was so painful...started crying there in the resturaunt, although softly.  The subject quickly changed, and nothing has been said of it since.  There are things I just haven't gotten out of my system yet...things that are still raw...that I've blocked.  And I don't want to burdon the one person I currently feel like I can go to, because I feel like I've done it too often, in too many odd and uncomfortable situations.  <br />
<br />
And now I'm babbling.  <br />
<br />
To you ADVANCErs out there...I miss you. ]]></description>
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                <title>one down</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2005 10:57:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ two more to go. Classes, that is.  Unfortunatly, one of the requirements for the next class is a textbook I'll be using at my school when I start teaching in the fall. The problem: I've not been hired by anyone yet!<br />
<br />
That remids me, I need to go buy my book for this class.  <br />
<br />
*poof!* ]]></description>
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                <title>bit of an update</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2005 10:21:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Got three more pieces of furnature yesterday. bookshelves, and much needed.  <br />
<br />
It's really cool that I have people randomly drop by these days, even if it is usually that they knock on John's door and he's not there, but his car is, so they knock on mine.  We sit around and watch Eddie Izzard or Futurama, and I cook, and everyone appreciates it. Makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. <br />
<br />
I brought over Duma and Shatiel, the two siamese-looking kitties day before yesterday. They're mostly outside cats, and I made collars for them so that they wouldn't be addopted, but I think they have anyway. Duma has shown up the past two nights, but I've not seen hide nor hair of Shati' since the first day.  Oh well. Duma isn't going after the food, so I assume he's being fed somewhere, so that's good. <br />
<br />
I'm done with all of my assignments for this two weeks, so that gives me time to start on the "earlybird" assignments for the next two weeks.  The class schedule is odd...Every other day we've got to come to class, the others are online.  Whatever. ]]></description>
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                <title>All moved in</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2005 17:55:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've got a LOT of stuff.  I've got a SHITTON of stuff.  Much of it I've gained recently, since Oma's death.  What I had BEFORE she died that I'd have to move: <br />
<br />
A fouton bed.  <br />
A chest of drawers with mirror. <br />
A microwave table.  <br />
<br />
That's it for furnature. There was other stuff, of course.  Now...what I got from Mom, who is moving to Shreveport:<br />
<br />
A small book shelf.<br />
A tall skinny chest of drawers.<br />
<br />
Alright. No big deal, and it's good to have a place to put books...I need more of such spots right now, in fact.  But it's what I got from Oma that takes the cake.<br />
<br />
A bed.<br />
Matching desk.<br />
Matching large mirror.<br />
Chest of drawers (x2).<br />
Shrunk (like a china cabinent).<br />
Coffee Table.<br />
"Phone table" (tall, two shelves and a drawer). <br />
<br />
Not to mention pots and pans, three sets of dishes, two of silverware, and tons of other stuff.  Three sets of coasters...the smallest having ONLY five in it...the largest set having closer to 20.  <br />
<br />
But somehow...after six or seven loads of stuff (AFTER the furniture was there) I've managed to get everything to fit.  Phew.<br />
<br />
No idea on internet access yet.  Tomorrow's my last day at work.  And Monday I start hardcore classes.  Wooo! ]]></description>
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                <title>stuff</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2005 19:06:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm applying for a job in Sabine parish  school district.  I've already  interviewed with the Principal of NCHS,  and things don't look great, and  besides, he's pretty much a pompus ass.   If I don't get a job by May 31, I'm  out of PREP (fast track teaching  certification and graduate school),  however I really don't care at this  point.  I can stick with the Fort, work  full time at that, or maybe find  something somewhere else (though I  doubt I could find a cooler job  nearby), live out my lease until it's  up, then head to NO and go to Blue  Cliff for massage school. <br />
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In other news...there's not too much  going on.  I'm ready to move into my  new place.  John's in his, and enjoying  it very much.  And I'm enjoying having  him around for the summer.  And  Jeanne's coming to visit next weekend.   Joy! ]]></description>
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                <title>Oma</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2005 06:17:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Passed this morning in the five o'clock  hour.  <br />
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We'd been hearing death rattles since  early afternoon.  But they finally gave  her morphine, so it was likely  peaceful. <br />
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I had a dream about her going. Not sure  what time, though. ]]></description>
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                <title>Saying Goodbye</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2005 20:17:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oma Update:  <br />
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Mom showed up at work around 4:30 and  told me I needed to take off, that if I  was going to see my grandmother again  alive, I'd better go then.  I ran  inside, got my stuff, and don't think I  even really ASKED off before I ran out.   Drove to her house, she was asleep.  She's looked worse, but she wasn't  looking good.  <br />
Background: She's got lung cancer.   She'd gotten really bad for a while,  and then they put her on this  [i]miracle[/i] medicine that got her  back to the point that she could DRIVE  by herself again.  But we were told  that when it quit, it [i]QUIT[/i], and  that's what's happened.  She started  going back downhill Wednesday of last  week.  <br />
So I was there at her bedside, and she  was asleep.  My aunt and uncle came up  from New Orleans (5 hours or so), and  Dad and his girlfriend were there, and  Mom was there, and so was the nurse and  the sitter.  I went and got ahold of  Deljarum briefly and told him where I  was, and he came to visit.  He'd only  really visited once before, and that  was just briefly, but when I got back,  my grandmother was awake, and when she  saw me she IMMEDIATLY asked where he  was.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":-)" title=":-) (Smile)" />  She really likes him, and spent  a good while trying to make sure that  he was there, and not an angel.  <br />
We all sat around for a while, and  tried to convince her that we were  ready for her to go whenever she was,  and that she should go with her husband  (who died 16 years ago, and had come  for her twice).  She'd seen other  relatives over the past two days, and  we wanted her to go with them.  She  continued to be awake and talking for  several hours, and breathing was  getting harder.  Finally, she asked all  of us if we would be okay, and if we  minded if she went to sleep.  She said  goodbye, as did we all.  I'll find out  tomorrow if she lived through the night. ]]></description>
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                <title>stuff and things</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2005 19:03:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow...lots has happened. <br />
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I've mentioned Mom's got a new job.  She'll be leaving between June and  July, selling the house.  That means I  had to find a new apartment, which I  did, with a girl named Jill. Nifty  girl, though a little too into anime  for my normal taste. We get along well  enough.<br />
<br />
Had to get something signed by work  telling my hours/salary for that.  <br />
<br />
Went through my interview for grad  school.  Now all I have to do is find a  teaching job between now and May 31.   Has to be high school english.   And...most teaching jobs come available  in August.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":-(" title=":-( (Sad)" /><br />
<br />
If that doesn't fly, I may move to New  Orleans and go ahead and start massage  school. I've got several friends who  would love that...but John might not.   *sigh*  He's considering massage school  after he graduates.  The good thing  about New Orleans is that I could  transfer to Fort Pike, or better yet,  I've heard they need an Interpreter.   That'd be a huge increase in pay for  me, and benefits.  :-D  Or I could do  one of the night tours (haunted New  Orleans, Vampire Tour, Ghost tour,  Voodoo tour, etc)...with two years  experience as a guide, I'd be a  shoe-in.  <br />
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Negatives of that...I'd likely never  come back to get my masters.  I'm sick  of this town.  I'd also have to find  somewhere to live.  Jeanne might let me  crash for a bit if I'd babysit and help  pay...but I've got birds and cats and a  snake....pets are hard to find places  for.<br />
<br />
That, and since there's 7 weeks this  summer I can't work (if the masters  thing goes through) I've got to  uber-save money, because that's  rent/utilities....I've gone up to 37  hours at the fort, 6 at Computer  Explorers, possible subbing on  tues/thrus, and the FISH website I'm  designing.  Wheeee.<br />
<br />
Yeah. <br />
<br />
And my paternal grandmother (the one  with lung cancer, Oma, not the one who  recently almost died of pneumonia) has  about a month left.  <br />
<br />
And dad got a new dog.<br />
<br />
And one of my cats is pregnant...anyone  want a kitten?<br />
<br />
The after school program I work for  almost got shut down, due both to the  administration being BASTARDS and a  lack of communication. <br />
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I know I've forgotten stuff.  I'll  probably come up with it soon. ]]></description>
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                <title>new job</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2005 18:22:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mom's going to be moving at the end of  summer, to Shreveport. She just  verbally accepted a job at LSUS for  Full Professorship and the raise she  was going to be getting at NSU.  :-D ]]></description>
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                <title>Nana, my maternal grandmother,</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2005 19:40:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ May die tonight. If not tonight, she  doesn't have long. She's on a  rebreather machine. Mom has talked to  her aunt, who talked to my grandmother.   Being asked point blank "are you going  to die tonight" my grandmother said  that no, she decided she's going to  continue.  My uncle (a nurse) says that  if she can make it through the night,  she should survive.  She'll be on  oxygen the rest of her life, and  possibly bedridden.  A part of me is  hoping she goes ahead and passes, to  save EVERYONE including herself a lot  of pain and mysery.  But knowing her,  she'll stay alive just for that reason.  That was mean...but true.<br />
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In better news, mom has decided to quit  smoking.  She saw what Nana coughed up,  and decided that she never wants to put  me through this. ]]></description>
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                <title>just to let you know</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2005 10:03:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Or perhaps, warn you is the better way  of putting it, there's another  encampment coming up this weekend, so  I'll be doing tons of historical-esque  things in the next week or so. ]]></description>
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                <title>Ya know what sucks?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2005 19:48:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ When you're a teacher, and there are  three others (well, one other teacher  and two assistants) all working  together at a school. The program  starts at 3, and we're suposed to be  there at 2:55 at the latest.  And if we  can't be there, we're suposed to call  eachother to let everyone know.  And  you get there, and your assistant  doesn't show up.  And the other teacher  doesn't show up. And her assistant  doesn't show up.  And then YOU get  bitched at over your assistant not  showing up...not because she's not  there, but because she then can't fill  out her TIME SHEET.  <br />
<br />
Bah!<br />
<br />
And Elena's ferret died.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":-(" title=":-( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Chewy</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2005 04:55:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Not that many of you know her, but my  dad's dog, Chewy, passed away last  night. We'd had her for 13 years, I  think.  As much as I don't like dogs, I  feel really bad for my dad. ]]></description>
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                <title>Little Rock</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2005 08:34:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yesterday Amanda, Jill (her upstairs  neighbor) and I went to Little Rock to  help get stuff together for Amanda's  wedding.  She and Matt (a coworker) are  getting married in April, and I'm one  of the bridesmaids.  She'd not gotten a  dress yet, and as Jill is also a  bridesmaid she was going to try to get  dresses for the two of us and the third  one, Matt's sister. <br />
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Starting the trip at 8, not knowing the  other girl who was going with us...ears  perking up when she said "I'll bring my  crochett", and bringing along one of  Matt's books to read in the mean time  if it got bored, the morning looked  like it was going to be pretty  uneventful.  And then Jill put in a CD,  of which the first song was Corsairs.   :-D :-D :-D<br />
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There was a five hours singalong  through ren faire music and 80's songs,  and by the time we got to Little Rock  we were getting to be good friends.   Stopped at David's Bridal, and the  first dress she tried on, Amanda loved.   She tried on several more, with the  two of us helping her like  servants...getting her into and out of  the strange wedding underwear, putting  on and taking off her shoes, carrying  her purse, and running off to look at  prom and bridesmaid style dresses,  which were all overpriced, and not the  right color (electric blue).  <br />
<br />
After our David's Bridal bit, we went  looking for another bridal shop,  couldn't find it, so we headed off to  Mt. Fuji's to eat Japanese food, which  I've never had. Unfortunatly, as it was  2 already, they were closed, so we  eneded up eating at Red Lobster.  No  complaints here.  After that, back to  David's for the appointment with the  fitter.  She got poked and prodded and  pinned into the dress again, with Jill  and I pretending to be daughters, "our  mommy's getting married!!!"  hehe.  Dress came to almost 1k, with the  shoes, vail, tiara, fancy unders, etc.   Then off to the mall to try to find  SOMETHING appropriate for the  bridesmaids.  Nope.  But what we DID  find were a great sale at Wet Seal  where I got some nifty pants and Jill  got a corset-esque top and thong.  And  we found dippin dots.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":-)" title=":-) (Smile)" />  And we went to  this REALLY cool store Romancing the  Stone, where we ended up getting the  stuff the bridesmaids will carry,  instead of boquets, as we walk down the  isle....REALLY nifty blue candle  holders...It's an iron holder with  three hanging cobalt cones, each one  holdes a tea light.  At an outdoor  evening wedding that's going to be  beautiful, especially after we decorate  them with greenery and yellow rosebuds  (my job).  <br />
<br />
Then was the long trip back to  Natchitoches, were we talked, for the  most part.  We'd been sung out on the  way up, so some real getting to know  you was good.  Turns out that Jill is  dating someone from Ville Platt, from  where two of my coworkers come.   Probably know eachother.  <br />
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All in all, though I got home after 11,  dead tired, yesterday was a good day... ]]></description>
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                <title>things that make you say "ewww"</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2005 10:33:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My dad's dog gave birth to her own  uterus today.  She came and laid down  on the floor in front of him earlier,  and...yeah.  Apparently she's in heat,  so they can't just hysterectomy it  away, they had to "reinstall" (to use  dad's term) and will take it out at a  later date.<br />
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"Chewy, put your insides back in!" ]]></description>
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                <title>new job</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2005 20:59:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today was basically chaos. The kids  were in the snack room until after  5:15, then got to the class. The first  group was quiet, and we had to pull to  get ANYTHING out of them, but we got a  good set of rules, and the posters  mostly finished.<br />
The second group was crazy. They were  loud and it took a lot to control them,  but we got a few rules set down, and  they started on the posters, and  watched the spybotics movie thing on  the CD.<br />
<br />
I've got a headache. I've not eaten in  two days....need to work on that.<br />
<br />
In addition, I feel it needs to be said  that I fucking hate two faced people. ]]></description>
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                <title>extra 90$ per week</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2005 16:24:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I got the job teaching  robotics/science/math to kids!   Thursday Kelly is suposed to be in the  area and starting to put stuff  together, so I'll get $8/hour for  helping with that.  I'll meet the  principal (of NJH, ick), and my  assistant (MY assistant!!!). My job  title is "Facilitator", with a salary  of $15/hour.  Saturday the 29th is  training, first day is the 31st.  I  will sign a contract through the end of  the school year. <br />
<br />
w00t ]]></description>
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                <title>alphabet quizthingy</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2005 06:01:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A - Accent: I've been told by several  people from many places I don't have  one, yet when it hits me it's so  southern it hurts. <br />
B - Breast size: 36C<br />
C - Chore you hate: emptying the  dishwasher<br />
D - Dad's name: Scott<br />
E - Essential make-up item: Eyeliner<br />
F - Favorite perfume: sweat<br />
G - Gold or silver: silver.<br />
H - Hometown: Natchitoches, LA<br />
I - Insomnia: sometimes<br />
J - Job title: wage interpreater, and  substitute teacher<br />
K - Kids: none<br />
L - Living arrangements: mom's garage  apartment<br />
M - Mum's birthplace: Seaside OR<br />
N - Number of apples you've eaten:  ever? too many to count. <br />
O - Overnight hospital stays: none,  thank god.<br />
P - Phobia: lonliness.  ivy roots. <br />
Q - Qualities: hrm...that's too vague. <br />
R - Religious affiliation: Agnost, with  a strong Christian and Pagan influence.<br />
S - Siblings: none<br />
T - Time you wake up: 7:45ish<br />
U - Unnatural hair colors you've worn:  red, blue, yellow, silver, orange,  purple<br />
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: yams<br />
W - Worst habit: self deprecation.<br />
X - X-rays: back, knee, teeth<br />
Y - Yummy foods you make: chicken kiev,  mushroom chicken and gravy, chicken  fried rice, spaghetti<br />
Z - Zodiac sign: Scorpio ]]></description>
                <author>~ravhinnos</author>
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                <title>i'm tired...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2005 16:38:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ of childishness.  Yes, I act the child  sometimes, we all do.  But there are  times and places for it, and times and  places for it to stop.<br />
<br />
I'm tired of having other people's  problems projected onto me.  <br />
<br />
And I'm tired of never being allowed to  have a problem in peace...someone  always has to have something bigger  against me.<br />
<br />
When the dust settles and I've finally  admited to myself, it's time to let  things be.  I don't feel like dealing  with it anymore. ]]></description>
                <author>~ravhinnos</author>
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                <title>I'm a</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2005 11:33:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ winged avatar of cuteness.  :-D  <br />
<br />
That makes me mucho happy.<br />
<br />
Certain things seem to finally be  sinking in.  That's a good thing.<br />
<br />
Got a touch of work done on the  website.  That's a good thing too.<br />
<br />
Yellow mucus, on the other hand, is NOT  a good thing. ]]></description>
                <author>~ravhinnos</author>
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                <title>I'm sick...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 14:13:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ with a horribly sore throat and a  stuffy nose. Wheee. Probably shouldn't  have gone out last night, but I did  anyway. John came in, got here while I  was still at work, picked up some stuff  for me, then hung out at work and we  yapped while I learned the lightning  bolt fingerweave design (which is  really nifty, I'll post pictures at  some point). I made chicken noodle soup  with onions and mushrooms in it  too...turned out pretty well, but not  as well as last time. Went on a search  for chocolate cupcakes for mom that  took us to three stores. We went to  Roques where I "made" him dance, and we  got compliments from several people,  and even called "the dancers" by a few,  then to Wally World and got vinegar and  salt chips and sat on the river bank  eating them. Fireworks were nice...I  usually don't enjoy them, but I did  last night. Then came home and napped a  while together before I came into the  house and slept on the couch to make  Mom happy. <br />
About nine this morning he woke me up,  we went through my clothes and are  getting rid of about a third of them,  walked around downtown, probaby a few  miles total, in and out of stores on  front street, and through the cemetary.  Then napped again. Apparently I had bad  dreams because I twitched a lot, he  said. <br />
And then he left, and mom's cooking  cabbage, black eyed peas, and ham for  supper (ick) because it's wealth,  health, and happiness. And I've got to  pick up my computer soon...I'll be glad  for that. Need to find a place to put a  bookshelf too. <br />
<br />
The kittens are getting outdoors  exposure now, they've spent several  days in a row outside most of the day.  Today was their first time meeting  rain. And they immediatly rush to the  litter box when I let them in. We moved  it outside today, and they rushed to  where it used to be. I'm trying to get  them to start not staying in nearly as  much.<br />
Nibbler made himself true to his name  and nibbled on mom's cheek a little  hard today. hehe. <br />
Last year flew by. It already seems  like this one will too. I feel like  I've got a weight off my shoulders, and  I've got two jobs and two prospective  jobs, plus the website. Grad school  this summer and next semester. Then  off...or here...to who knows what. ]]></description>
                <author>~ravhinnos</author>
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                <title>I feel the need</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2004 18:44:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ to post or write something.  I'd really  like to express my feelings.  But I  can't.  Not here, where I can't control  who watches.  <br />
<br />
I could say the same stuff I said in my  live journal, about John coming to  visit tomorrow, and how much I've  missed his arms. About work today, and  making soap from lye and fat tomorrow,  and going to Roques for New  Years Eve.   <br />
<br />
And I could mention that Kevin finally  moved into the other house, and that Bo  finished my computer, so I'll pick it  up sometime.<br />
<br />
And about the website I've got to make  for the fish hatchery.<br />
<br />
But all of that feels so dull.<br />
<br />
I talked to a friend today.  I'd gotten  worried for a bit that she was doing  something stupid that might hurt the  both of us.  But it turns out she  didn't.  Still didn't lighten my mood  once it had already sunk.<br />
<br />
I've been depressed a lot lately,  though I hide it well.  <br />
<br />
I'd really like to melt into a  quivering blob, but unfortunatly I'm  not Alex Mack (or whatever that show  was).  <br />
<br />
This isn't a cry for notes or  pity....it's more of a freewriting  excercise.  <br />
<br />
I definatly think it's time for another  Pg. 82 at some point.  I may handwrite  it, and then type it out. ]]></description>
                <author>~ravhinnos</author>
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                <title>the watcher</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2004 09:20:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't like being stalked. ]]></description>
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                <title>grad, etc.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 23:37:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I graduated Friday. Left Saturday and  am currently visiting John's family in  Lake Charles.  <br />
<br />
It's a creepy feeling when the new  beau's parents buy you christmas  presents, when you have NO warning to  even think of getting something for  them in return. ]]></description>
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                <title>Encampment, or Fete de Noel</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2004 20:42:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This past weekend was Fort St. Jean  Baptiste's third Encampment of the  year, and by far the largest. We had  four vendors of random goods, including  yarns, clothing, silverwork, dishes,  pipes, guns, knives, and MANY other  things. I worked out a trade with one  of the yarn merchants: she gave me  three hanks of yarn and I made three  sets of leg ties for her. Each set took  a few hours, I got all of them done in  the three days (friday noonish I got  the yarn), which apparently is REALLY  fast. Also got some earbobs and other  assorted earrings (which I basically  had to repierce my ears for, as it's  been so long since I've worn any), a  cup, more yarn, a ring, a book on  fingerweaving, and a knife and cup for  John. He got a scarf for me, one for  him, and other random assorted 18th  century "bling". I took over 100  pictures in all, which I'll probably be  posting in some way, form, or fashion  somewhere soon. <br />
The first day (Friday) I was the only  wage person there, and then there were  some few reenactors, and the two  rangers. As it was cold, and I needed  warm-ish hands, I borrowed a pipe that  I smoked just enough to keep going, so  I could warm my hands by the bowl. I've  actually considered getting one for  that reason. There was one merchant  tent with Joey and his daughter (she's  about my age) and they had a baby  quaker. They'd had it since it was  about two weeks old--when it couldn't  even stand by itself. It's wings were  clipped, but they let it wander around  wherever, and I played with it a good  bit.  One of the guys, James, was  carying around a chamber pot with apple  cider and a rubber turd in it, and  would randomly take a sip, make a face,  and then spit, causing anyone around to  be curious, then quite grossed out when  they looked into what he'd sipped.   "oopse, I picked up the wrong jar".   hehe. Anyway, had a pretty good time,  John showed up around 5ish, Darren,  Elista, Elista's mother, John, Sharky,  and I went to Chillie's in our garb,  getting some wonderfully confused  stares. We later hung about the fort  long enough to notice that NOTHING was  going on, and left.<br />
Saturday morning we arrive, there are  two scheduled tours, and TONS of peole  besides that. We've got about 8 wage  workers, six other staff, and close to  40 reenactors there by that time, and  we had FOUR HUNDRED people come  through. That's more than we normally  have in SEVERAL MONTHS! It was SO COOL.  I got joked with a lot about being a  "toe weaver" instead of fingerweaver,  as I used my toes to hold the stuff.  Four cannon firings, plus several  musket firings, and a swivel gun, which  I'd never seen used. Good times. That  night we went to Maggios and picked up  assorted goodies, came back, drank  some, drank some punch they'd  concocted, watched the fireworks from a  really nifty vantage point, then came  back and had flaming apple pieces.  Basically alcohol, some slices of apple  (not sure if they'd been in the punch  or not, they were really strong) that  was lit on fire, and you reached into  the skillet to get one, then eat it  while it's still burning. I had about  seven, Tommy was too chicken to get ANY  of them. Ended up crashing in the  Storehouse Keeper's House, with Darren,  Sharky, Nick, and John. John and I  started to share a rope bed, but it was  too short for John, he walked around a  bit, came back, shivered so bad I made  us go into the other room and build up  the fire, and sleep in front of it for  the night. Darren and Sharky snored so  loudly that it LITERALLY shook the  building, Nick and John can attest to  that with me.<br />
Morning came, we're groggy, head to  wally world to pick up food and  medicine, as John was sick. Came back,  hung out, washed some dishes, and some  socks. BEAUTIFUL day today.  Abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. Everyone  was gone by five, I got another set of  leg ties done, and basically had a  GREAT time this weekend.<br />
<br />
<br />
In other news, sometime next week I'll  begin moving my stuff over to my mom's.  Wheee. But, it's rent free...I'm just  going to insist on (and pay for) DSL  instead of the dialup she's got already. ]]></description>
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                <title>oh by the way</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2004 19:50:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I graduate next Friday at 10am. ]]></description>
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                <title>completely usless space wasting "getting to k</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2004 14:16:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 1. What is the geekiest part of your  music collection?<br />
80's cartoon themes, MC Hawking,  William Shatner "signing".<br />
<br />
2. What do you eat when you raid the  fridge late at night?<br />
grasshoppers.<br />
<br />
3. What is your secret guaranteed  weeping movie?<br />
What Dreams May Come.<br />
<br />
4. If you could have plastic surgery,  what would you have done?<br />
I want longer fingers.<br />
<br />
5. Do you have a completely irrational  fear?<br />
heights. or rather, coming down from  them.<br />
<br />
6. What is the little physical habit  that gives away your insecure moments?<br />
Picking at stuff.<br />
<br />
7. Are you a pyromaniac?<br />
fire good.<br />
<br />
8. Do you have too many love interests?<br />
nahh<br />
<br />
9. Do you know anyone famous?<br />
I've met several, but I wouldn't say I  KNOW them..<br />
<br />
10. Describe your bed:<br />
mattres on the floor that sometimes is  willing to keep sheets<br />
<br />
11. Are you spontaneous or planned<br />
both<br />
<br />
12.who would play you in a movie?<br />
no fricking idea<br />
<br />
13. Do you know how to play poker?<br />
texas holdem.<br />
<br />
14. What do you carry with you at all  times?<br />
keys, wallet, chapstick.<br />
<br />
15. What do you miss most about being a  kid?<br />
lack of responcibility.<br />
<br />
16. Are you happy with your given name?<br />
I'm not terribly fond of it, it's  pretty common. And everyone misspells  Nicky.<br />
<br />
17. How much money would it take to get  you to give up the Internet for one  year? eh...how much ya got? It wouldn't  be that hard, but I'd take whomever was  offering for all they were work.<br />
<br />
18. What color is your bedroom?<br />
white<br />
<br />
19. What was the last song you were  listening to?<br />
Pink Floyd's "hey you"<br />
<br />
20. Have you ever been in a play?<br />
several<br />
<br />
21. Have you ever been in love?<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
22. Do you talk a lot?<br />
too much.<br />
<br />
23. Do you like yourself and believe in  yourself?<br />
nope. but I'm getting beter<br />
<br />
24. Do transient, homeless, or starving  people sometimes annoy you?<br />
rarely<br />
<br />
25. Do you consider yourself to be a  nice person?<br />
too nice, some people say<br />
<br />
26. Do you spend more time with your  girlfriend/boyfriend or your friends?<br />
I try to spend about equal time, though  in the past relationships have had  monopoly.<br />
<br />
27. What is your ideal marriage  location?<br />
marriage? ha!<br />
<br />
28. Which musical instrument do you  wish you could play?<br />
Guitar or harp<br />
<br />
29. Favorite fabric?<br />
flannel<br />
<br />
30. Something you love and hate?<br />
I love my friends. I hate willful  ignorance.<br />
<br />
31. What kind of bedding do you use?<br />
dinosaur sheets!<br />
<br />
32. Do you tell your friends about your  sex life?<br />
I try not to.<br />
<br />
33. What's the one language you want to  learn?<br />
gaelic<br />
<br />
34. How do you eat an apple?<br />
chomp.<br />
<br />
35. What do you order at a bar?<br />
smirnoff tripple black, or a skyy<br />
<br />
36. Have you ever been pierced?<br />
five times<br />
<br />
37. Do you have tattoos?<br />
triskelle on my heel.<br />
<br />
38. Do you drive a stick?<br />
I know how to, but I don't.<br />
<br />
39. Favorite personality trait of the  opposite sex?<br />
the ability to play, yet be serious  when need be<br />
<br />
40. What's one trait you hate in a  person?<br />
willful ignorance and closedmindedness<br />
<br />
41. What kind of watch do you wear?<br />
tryin to get into the habit of wearing  a pocketwatch.<br />
<br />
42. Most frivolous purchase?<br />
gosh...so many. anything at ren  faire...<br />
<br />
<br />
43. Do you consider yourself  materialistic?<br />
more than I'd like to be.<br />
<br />
44. What do you cook the best?<br />
chicken kiev?<br />
<br />
45. Favorite writing instrument?<br />
ball point pen<br />
<br />
46. Do you prefer to stand out or blend  in?<br />
depends on my mood. usually stand out.<br />
<br />
47. Would you ever go out dressed like  the opposite sex?<br />
often.<br />
<br />
48. What's one car you will never buy?<br />
something overly fancy<br />
<br />
49. What kind of books do you like to  read?<br />
religious documentation, spiritual  stuff, fantasy, sci-fi, comics.<br />
<br />
50. If you won the lottery, what would  you do?<br />
um...call me a dork, but put it in  savings.<br />
<br />
51. Burial or cremation?<br />
burial<br />
<br />
52. How many online journals do you  read regularly?<br />
two or three<br />
<br />
53. What's one thing you're a loser at?<br />
relationships. I always screw them up.<br />
<br />
54. If you don't like a person, how do  you show it?<br />
I avoid them, but when I run into them,  I'm extra nice.<br />
<br />
55. Do you cry in front of your  friends?<br />
Only one or two.<br />
<br />
56. What kind of fi... ]]></description>
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                <title>happy</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2004 12:17:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yesterday evening was happier than I've  been in a good while. Dinner went QUITE  well with the parental units. Mom gave  me a digital camera, and one of those  keychain memory card thingies. Dad gave  me $200 in ones and a dinosaur sheet  set, including comforter. He was  worried that I wouldn't like them--he  said he'd gotten something for me, and  was proud of it, the was worried I  might not like it, because while I  would have loved it when I was younger,  I might have grown out of it. I said  for him to go ahead and try me, I'd  probably still like it.<br />
<br />
I ended up jumping around squeeling in  glee. I love dinosaur sheets. They've  got happy memories, and the comforter  is JUST PLAIN COMFY. As it should be.<br />
<br />
Now that I've got a great camera, I'll  likely be posting more  scraps/snapshots.<br />
<br />
Saturday the 4th Darren, Jessica, John,  and I are going to Louisiana  Renaissance Festival. It'll be my  second time this year...we ALL managed  to get off work for it, on Christmas  Festival weeeknd. This should be fun, I  can only immagine what Darren will be  like at faire.<br />
<br />
Things with Kevin have exploded, and  it's my fault. And I feel really crappy  about it.  I had some hope left in that  he left some DVD's and other stuff, but  he very quickly noted me and let it be  known that I can get those back to him  through Bo, and that the reason they  were left was that he couldn't find  them. <br />
<br />
He doesn't feel that I'm sorry for what  I've done, only for the friend I've  lost.  Which is not true.  I don't want  to cause others pain, I hate doing so,  and I have.  *sigh* ]]></description>
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                <title>poof</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2004 12:57:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You may notice some entries are  missing. If you're interested in the  why, contact me. ]]></description>
                <author>~ravhinnos</author>
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                <title>wonderful amusement</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2004 21:43:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "You have fantastic eyes."  "You are  quite an attractive woman."  "I rather  fancy you."  <br />
<br />
*smirk*  Good turn of phrase. Bonus  points. ]]></description>
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                <title>Oma</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2004 15:51:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ She's coming home today. We're going to  visit her. According to dad, they  previously were not even going to let  her go home. "Any minute, any day."  They've been giving her morphine to  help with the pain. She's apparently  got 75%-100% of ONE LUNG capacity. They  expect that relativly soon she'll  basically strangle to death. Before  that, she's going to bloat pretty  badly. There will be someone with her  24/7 from now until the end. ]]></description>
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                <title>The Plateaus</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2004 14:42:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Cut from a conversation, so if it's  disjointed, that's why.<br />
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last night...wheeeeee...the Zydeco  festival was going on in town, and Bo  and I walked down and danced a bit. We  came back while the band was  tuning.Jason had some friends over, and<br />
we decided we wanted smirnoff tripple  black, so we headed to the store, got  that, and a bottle of jager for Jason.  A CASE of smirnoff...not just a 6  pack...sat around drinking, and finally  ran off jason's friends. I introduced  Bo to Nightwish and some other good  music, then the three of us walked down  to the river again, and dangled our  feet in. We came back, decided to watch  A Clockwork Orange. By this time there  were one smirnoff left, and only about  half a bottle of jager, and it was  about 2am.<br />
And then there's a knock on the door,  it's two of my coworkers drunk off  their asses. "hey! can we crash for a  while?!" "sure. why the hell not." So  we all pile into Bo's room,they pass  around the half bottle of jack they've  got, and we pass around what's left of  the jager. Bo decides he wants sleep,  Jason's already passed out on my bed,  so Darren and Gerry decide we should go  swimming at Darrens' house.<br />
Darren gives me the keys, being the  most sober of the three and we head  over there, but the cops are driving  by, and the pool technically closes at  10, so they decide we should go to  Kisatchie This is where we went...  Because I thought we were just going  down the road to swim, I'm in boxers  and t-shirt, no wallet, no shoes,  slightly less intoxicated than they  are. Darren decides I'm not driving  fast enough, and that he's got to reach  down and push on the pedal, and that he  should take over the wheel, and gerry's  having to slap him away. "Let her  drive. She's behind the wheel. She's  more sober than you are, you drunk  fuck." So we get out there, to the  middle of fucking nowhere. "the  plateau" We leave the vehicle behind  and half carry Darren up the first  plateau, then sit him down in one spot,  because there's no way he can get BACK  down and up the next one, <br />
and since I'd never been out there,  Gerry takes me to the second one. By  this time, it's about 3am, and I'm  barefoot in the middle of the woods.  Climbing.<br />
So we end up at the top of the second  plateau, and we talk about work, about  shrooming, about God. And then he  starts going on about how pretty much  all the guys at work have crushes on  me, especially Darren, (Thrill) and how  the other girl at work they've all got  crushes on too...and that Tommy (who's  my dad's age) was actually obsessed  with Celeste for a while. She's 18. So  we keep talking a while, and Gerry and  I decide that Darren's probably passed  out drunk at the top of the other  plateau, and since Kevin's coming to  visit when he gets off work around 7,  that we need to get home. By now it's  5:30. So we head back up the other  plateau, and Darren's not there. Gerry,  as expected, shouts FUCK! as loud as he  can. We head back to the truck, and  find that Darren's crashed out half  hanging out of the passenger seat of  his truck. <br />
I hand the keys to gerry because I'm so  fucking tired, and he's actually got a  license on him, and it's getting to be  daylight. By the time we made it back  to Natchitoches and they dropped me  off, Kevin was already here, and  neither Bo nor Jason knew where I'd  been. Jason had apparently told Kevin  "I don't know...two guys came over,  they started drinking, and she left  with them" Jason's kinda pissed that I  went off with that high of a BAC, but  they were going to go either way, and I  was more sober than they were.<br />
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And that was my night. Wheeee ]]></description>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2004 21:10:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My dad's mom goes into surgery tomorrow  (Monday). She's had lung cancer, and  the chemo has helped enough that her  lung isn't filling with fluid anymore,  however she's still not able to expand  the lung all the way because of a  buildup around the inner sac.  So  tomorrow they're going in and breaking  that buildup, and trying to get it to  where she can breathe again. <br />
<br />
So if y'all can keep her in your  thoughts/prayers, that'd be really  nice.  <br />
<br />
Thanks ]]></description>
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                <title>stolen from the pixie</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2004 19:06:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There's one of these in my lj too, but  because there are people here who don't  read that, I'm curious.  <br />
<br />
Post your completely honest opinion of  me as a comment to this entry. Don't  feel afraid to say whatever. I want you  to be brutally and completely honest.  Write as much or as little as you want,  but if you're reading this, I want you  to comment. <br />
<br />
For the LJ one, there's something about  "you don't have to leave your  name"...but I'm not sure if you can do  that here.  Doesn't much matter to me  either way. ]]></description>
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                <title>stuff</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2004 17:31:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lots of stuff on my mind right now.   The strange stuff that I mentioned  starting up here finally has settled,  for the most part.<br />
It's strange when your fiance is trying  to convince you someone else is better  for you.<br />
Got a nice compliment/comment  yesterday.  I was speaking of the  different people that I am at different  times...not personalities, but masks  that I have to wear in different  situations.  And I was told that the  Nicky that I am when I'm in school, the  jeans and t-shirt and flannel non  "girl" Nicky....is missed.  <br />
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That made me VERY happy.  I'm currently  wearing jeans, t-shirt, and flannel.   :-D ]]></description>
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                <title>home again home again</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2004 15:56:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, I have returned, slightly brused,  really tired, but on the whole, no  worse for wear.  I got a lot of  agression out in the pit, and I'll have  some wonderful bitching to do later  about people who are untrusting, and  such.  <br />
<br />
And there may be some strange things  starting in this house soon.  But we  won't go into that, as parties involved  are sitting here. ]]></description>
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                <title>MIA</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2004 06:52:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm going to be a bit MIA for a while.   I'll first be in New Orleans, where I  sure as hell hope to run into Jeanne at  least once.  (I believe I've got your  phone number).  After that I'll be  ozzfesting in San Antonio, and then  Pensacola.<br />
<br />
Poof! ]]></description>
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                <title>go for it...do you know me?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2004 22:41:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://connect.tickle.com/test.html?id=dJur4fb1v4TqHT5_&">[link]</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>drunk</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2004 17:06:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My roommate from LSMSA is visiting  right now, and the first night she was  here she decided that they should get  me drunk. So we bought a bottle of  Jagermeister, a bottle of Boone's Farm  (for the hell of it), and Laura already  had some Gin that she'd gotten in  England. <br />
<br />
I remember that we drink the Boone's  farm. I had part of a gin and tonic,  because it was bitter, and I didn't  like it. And I remember Jason and I  drinking half the bottle Jager.  According to Laura...I finished off the  bottle. Apparently most of the first  half was Jason, and most of the second  half was me. I don't remember the  second half. I also, apparently, don't  remember falling backwards into a  chair, straight forward and bashing my  face. I've got some interesting cuts,  such as the one on my chin that's  circular. And the one above my upper  lip--an abrasion. And I vaguely  remember throwing up. But I don't  remember the nose bleed. I think it may  be broken. It pops now. <br />
<br />
So yeah. I remember until about 1:30. A  half a bottle of Jager. But apprently  it was close to three when they got me  into the bed. And a full bottle. <br />
<br />
I was drunk the next morning to go to  work. I slept at work until about 2. ]]></description>
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                <title>feathers</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2004 20:35:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ When children give gifts, it's usually  a little thing.  They may give you a  flower, a pretty leaf, or an  interesting rock.  One certain little  one I know likes to give out feathers.   She used to find them every day for her  best friend, her "dad". <br />
<small>"If I ever get a real body, will you be  my daddy?"</small><br />
Feathers were her special way of saying  "I love you."  And, as children do, she  doesn't understand when people don't  appreciate the gift. She once gave a  feather, a BEAUTIFUL feather, that she  was VERY proud of, to someone that she  wanted to be her new friend. And  because he didn't understand the gift,  and because he didn't really understand <i> her</i>, he didn't appreciate the  significance of the gift. And it broke  her heart. <br />
And he still doesn't understand her,  because he never got a chance to know  her. And he doesn't want to know her,  she worries him. And because no one is  around anymore for her to love, and to  give feathers to, she's slowly  withering away. And someday she's going  to die.  And only three people besides  me will miss her. ]]></description>
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                <title>birdies</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2004 21:30:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Got two new birds today. A green Quaker  and a little blue parakeet. Beautiful  birdies.<br />
<br />
Tomorrow I'll put up some pictures of  the two new birds--and perhaps the six  I've had for a while. hehe. <br />
<br />
Any one have ideas for names?  Puns are  greatly appreciated.  Other birds names  are<br />
<br />
Cockatiels: Leiko (lee co) and  Chickenhawk<br />
Parakeet: Kitty ]]></description>
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                <title>One down...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2004 21:02:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, not technically. Tomorrow is when  Ike moves out, so that'll really be the  "one down". Beth, today, told us that  she's planning on hitting the road  after this semester also. That leaves  Kevin, Myself, and soon to be Jason.   Technically we've got four rooms, but  if the other doesn't fill, it'll still  only be $150/month.  :-D  Almost not  worth dealing with someone else for the  scant drop to 112.50.  I love cheap  rent. ]]></description>
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                <title>Oma</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2004 20:07:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Just found out that my grandmother has  some sort of mass in her left lung, and  it may be cancer. She'll go in for more  tests this week sometime.  Please,  those of you who pray, keep her in your  prayers. Those of you who don't...wish  us luck? ]]></description>
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                <title>birdie babies</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2004 21:46:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had saved five baby chimney sweeps  from certain death when their nest fell  from the chimney in the Fort.  I kept  them alive for almost a week.  <br />
<br />
The last one died this morning. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":-(" title=":-( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>fresh sheet of paper</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2004 20:51:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You know how it is...when you get a new  notebook.  That first sheet of  paper...that first line,  especially...it has to be perfect.  The  paper is so pristine before you write  on it, you always want to have  something that's not only beautifully  written, but highly philosophical, or  pertinent.  <br />
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And it's never enough. ]]></description>
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                <title>salt and pepper spoons</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2004 20:17:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's amazing with hits you sometimes;  how and where. Sitting at Taco Bell  talking about raising money for a house  by letting it be known that any funds  gained at our wedding will go towards  it, and why the hell would we need good  china anyway, it's not like we'll be  hosting fancy holiday parties.<br />
<br />
And I'm brought back to the smell of  sliver polish, that gritty oxidized  copper color, and the wooden case with  the burgandy velvet holding silverware,  with some pieces I didn't know the use  of. <br />
<br />
Waking up early and starting  cooking--mom would usually have the  turkey on by five or so. The smell of  roasting pecans, of "forest gump peas",  some form of rice for me, ambrosia  (with or without cherries), bread  (often homemade), and whatever else we  decided.  Fruit salad in Great  grandmother's bowl, that no one could  touch but mom, that way if anyone broke  it, it would be her, and she couldn't  be mad at anyone.<br />
<br />
Fancy dinners didn't have salt and  pepper shakers.  We had these special  containers for salt and pepper, that  you had a tiny spoon to go with, and  you scooped it up and sprinkled it on  your food.  Birgitta used those salt  and pepper holders as candleholders for  dad's birthday.  They're made of  crystal. <br />
<br />
Church in the morning if it was  Christmas or Easter. If it was  Thanksgiving, people would just begin  to arrive. Dinner around two, and this  really was Dinner, because everyone  dressed up. Our family doesn't really  use the proper southern terms of Dinner  being the lunch meal, the main meal,  and Supper being the evening.  Everyone  would be dressed up...church dress,  even though we knew that three people  would be sitting on the bench. The  extra leaves were put in the table.  Place cards for people's names  sometimes.  <br />
<br />
It hasn't happened since the divorce.  Won't happen again, because mom's part  of the family refuses to travel for big  holidays, and if they do come, four  year old triplets don't work well  formally. And dad's side of the  family...well, Aunt Kristie has a keen  dislike of my mom.<br />
<br />
But I think I'm going to ask this  year...if that can be my chistmas  present.  or birthday present at  thanksgiving, if nothing else. ]]></description>
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                <title>and sometimes I feel</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2004 20:21:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ like what I do isn't good enough.  What  I like isn't good enough. Who I am  isn't good enough.  And they don't  specifically tell me I'm not good  enough, but it's in comments, and  jokes, and little things. Not even a  comment about my music being crap, just  you turning down the volume, or chaning  the station, or putting in a CD of your  own without asking.  Not saying that  what I do is crap, but glancing at it  and saying "oh, nice" like a parent  does to a child--not even really  looking.  And it makes me want to say  "you didn't even look!" I know you read  faster than I do, process stuff faster  than I do, but when something is really  impressive, I usually look at it for at  LEAST a second before saying "oh,  that's nice."  It makes me feel like a  child that's being kicked to the side.  And if I tell you about it, you'll  change your outward behavior, but not  your inner.  And you'll tell me I'm  being moody, and say that I always do  this on your days off, and that's why  you're having a hard time dealing with  me recently, and why you've been  sleeping so much, instead of spending  time with me.  Has it ever occoured to  you that maybe YOU are the reason I'm  being moody, and that your ignoring is  the reason I'm being like this?  Maybe  I just want some recognition.  Sitting  beside you while you absently kiss my  hand or cheek isn't enough, you pay  more attention to the cat and the  birds.  I know that you say you're  happy, but when you treat me like a  pet, though I'm content to get fed and  watered and a scratch behind the ears  when I've done something good, I really  want more than that.  And sometimes you  give me more. And when you do it's  wonderful. I love when you spend time  with me for me.  But when all we do is  sit on the couch and watch movies and  you absently hold my hand, then ask for  a backrub, I feel more like a pet or  servant than anything else, even though  it's you getting up to get the water or  the coke.  And I love you.  But  sometimes I just need to rant. And if I  tell you, you'll get that look on your  face, and you'll tell me something  meant to make me feel better, and  you'll be nice for a while, and then  it'll slip away, and I'll be a pet  again. ]]></description>
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                <title>tele-o-vision</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2004 20:36:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So today I shot awake at 7:38 by my  clock, which meant it was 7:28 by most  of the world.  I'd stayed up with Kevin  until 2ish, because it was his night  off, and set the alarm for 5ish, so I'd  only nap, and not be too groggy.   Apparently I slept through the alarm.   7:30 is when I'm suposed to be at work.   I got there at 7:39.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":-)" title=":-) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
After work Kevin and I went by a big  car sale, and found nothing, but then  decided on a whim to go to Shrevport.   We found a ceramic dragon for me to  paint, several books, a wonderful  pillow thingy shaped like a lizard that  we named Yoshi, 3 CD's (Nightwish, Ra,  and Bad Religion).  We ate Red Lobster.   :-D  <br />
<br />
And then we went to BestBuy.  Kevin's  been wanting a wide screen HD tv, with  all sorts of other bells and whistles.   We found one for relativly cheap, with  a free recliner and ottoman with it.   It'll be delivered within a week of Ike  leaving.  <br />
<br />
I'm tired.  And doing laundry.  And  some of the towels had actual MOLD  growing on them.  Nasty stuff. ]]></description>
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                <title>Finnegans Wake</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2004 16:39:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Anyone willing to tackle this work with  me?  I've got a copy, and want to read  through it, but I've been told it's  best done with a group, so everyone can  put forth their knowledge.  <br />
<br />
~Rahvin ]]></description>
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                <title>ozzfest</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2004 16:18:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This August we'll be heading to San  Antonio for Ozzfest.  Should be quite  interesting, as Kevin didn't get us  seats, oh no! We're going to be in the  pit.  Can we say small roach may get  injured?  <br />
<br />
Should have some interesting snap shots  from it though. ]]></description>
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                <title>Belief</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2004 22:08:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I know there are several non-religious  people who read this. There are also  probably a few Christians, some Pagans,  and some who follow Eastern religions.  Some would prefer to call what they  believe "spirituality" rather than  religion, and I support them  completely. <br />
In fact, I try to suport anyone's  beliefs, as long as they know why they  believe them. If it's something your  parents shoved down your throat until  it became rote in your mind, then no, I  don't suport them, and I'll actually  try to (in the words of many  Christians) "break your faith" so that  you can really think about what you  believe. <br />
But if you know why you believe, if  you've thought it out, and decided that  you're athiest because __________. Or  Pagan, or Buddist, or Methodist, or  whatever.<br />
<br />
I really hate it when people insult  others who really do believe, and who  have thought out their belief.  Especially when it's something  important to them. And I get insulted  when that happens. I don't expect  people to believe what I believe, or  even to believe in anything at all. But  you goddamned better respect my right  to have that belief. Especially if I'm  just telling my belief, not trying to  shove it down someone else' throat.  Giving the suggestion "this has helped  me, maybe it will help you." is  different than saying "you will burn in  eternal flame if you fail to believe."  The first I support, the second, I  condem. <br />
<br />
My personal beliefs can be summed up  using scientific words. Or  spiritualistic words--Metaphysical. <br />
<br />
To some people, faith is a way to  escape life. For others, it's a way of  life. For some, it's something that  must be worked at. For others it is as  easy and subconscious as breathing. And  for some, it never crosses their mind. <br />
<br />
The yogis belive there are several ways  to reach enlightnment, from what I was  taught in world religions. One is  persuit of physical and material  plesure. Another is the dedication to a  certain deity. A third is control over  the body and mind. Another is  dedication to knowledge, and the gain  thereof. Each path is as viable as any  other. <br />
<br />
Why can't people respect other people's  paths? ]]></description>
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