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the orthodontist made me band my jaws togehter. not much talking for two weeks.
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five stories up a parkinglot complex. pain getting up. fun getting down =]
couldn't make it to LA on my bike. found that out quickly when i discovered i couldn't breathe through my mouth. my jaws are still bound. i'm hungry.
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how i spent my christmas!
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in a world as big as it is, i find it just outright CRAZY that I can’t get a job! it seems so easy for everyone else! argh.
i gotta be productive. must do something in this spare time. so…..i’ll write! I’ll keep writing and writing, typing and thinking. in the case that I do get a job, my literary skill at writing and composition will have greatly improved and will help me in life. if I don’t get a job, big deal! I’ll have even more time to keep writing. and in the event that I find the magic words that comes in form of book, novel, poem, whatever good enough to be published……..then whoo! a source of income! so……I keep writing. my d journal is going strong. that’s good. must keep it up. progress. dedication!
back to life. JOHN!! I want my guitar! argh. at this moment, it is 2:22 pm. hopefully, my guitar will be in my hands by the end of this day. as long as john gets around to setting everything up.
I need an idea for a book. I was thinking that I might perhaps write a story about a minor character. erh. try to focus a book on the minor character in it. should be hard. OR! I’ll write a book about the life and stoy of an evil henchman……..i hope that hasn’t been done before.
now time for higher philosophical thinking: the automobile industry is currently operating strongly. they produce hundreds of thousands of cars a year and make more money than we can count in a lifetime. with our current technology and our current resources (or lack thereof), wouldn’t it be safe to assume that we should have created a car that doesn’t use gasoline? we can save a human’s life, we can put a man on the moon, and we can extract energy from radioactive ingredients! but we can’t find a method of transportation that’s safe and environmental friendly? yes, the car companies have a few electric and hydrogen cars on the market, but we usually do not encounter one. these fuel efficient cars are slow, expensive, and greatly lacking compared to gas fueled cars. anyone remember the simpsons? the episode when the simpson’s family visited the epcot center and went on the “car of tomorrow” ride? funded by the gas companies of america?
so perhaps, in subtle ways, the car industry is sabotaging future growth. a conspiracy!
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how to photoblog: blog photos!
five stories up a parkinglot complex. pain getting up. fun getting down =]
couldn't make it to LA on my bike. found that out quickly when i discovered i couldn't breathe through my mouth. my jaws are still bound. i'm hungry.
_________________________________________________________
how i spent my christmas!
____________________________________________________
in a world as big as it is, i find it just outright CRAZY that I can’t get a job! it seems so easy for everyone else! argh.
i gotta be productive. must do something in this spare time. so…..i’ll write! I’ll keep writing and writing, typing and thinking. in the case that I do get a job, my literary skill at writing and composition will have greatly improved and will help me in life. if I don’t get a job, big deal! I’ll have even more time to keep writing. and in the event that I find the magic words that comes in form of book, novel, poem, whatever good enough to be published……..then whoo! a source of income! so……I keep writing. my d journal is going strong. that’s good. must keep it up. progress. dedication!
back to life. JOHN!! I want my guitar! argh. at this moment, it is 2:22 pm. hopefully, my guitar will be in my hands by the end of this day. as long as john gets around to setting everything up.
I need an idea for a book. I was thinking that I might perhaps write a story about a minor character. erh. try to focus a book on the minor character in it. should be hard. OR! I’ll write a book about the life and stoy of an evil henchman……..i hope that hasn’t been done before.
now time for higher philosophical thinking: the automobile industry is currently operating strongly. they produce hundreds of thousands of cars a year and make more money than we can count in a lifetime. with our current technology and our current resources (or lack thereof), wouldn’t it be safe to assume that we should have created a car that doesn’t use gasoline? we can save a human’s life, we can put a man on the moon, and we can extract energy from radioactive ingredients! but we can’t find a method of transportation that’s safe and environmental friendly? yes, the car companies have a few electric and hydrogen cars on the market, but we usually do not encounter one. these fuel efficient cars are slow, expensive, and greatly lacking compared to gas fueled cars. anyone remember the simpsons? the episode when the simpson’s family visited the epcot center and went on the “car of tomorrow” ride? funded by the gas companies of america?
so perhaps, in subtle ways, the car industry is sabotaging future growth. a conspiracy!
Odio, Wachtler. Odio.
Let me start off by saying this morning, I was the recipient of perhaps one of the best parking spots in the school. It all started... when I thought I was late, so I didn't really stop at any stop signs (wait... do I ever?) and sped my way on in to find an empty parking lot. The end. The spot was only two away from the handicap. I've been in the first row of cars everyday and my last class is kind of near the exit, so it's real easy to get out of school. It's pretty awesome.
So I was pretty giddy going into school, seeing as I got this superawesome parking spot and all... and I went into calculus and tralalala, our homework is only like 6 problems, we all finish early and get to leave early. And then it's onto Film, where we watch... JAWS. Just the first part where the girl gets sucked under--it's the best part anyways. First we watched it without sound and then with, so the teacher could prove how music affects movies. But I already knew this as once I was watching a love scene, which I'm usually not a huge fan of, but Wild Horses (Rolling Stones) was playing, and it really got me. That happened too, with those two scenes that I almost passed out in May and that one indie movie the dude from Dawson's Creek was in. I'm sure I've talked about it before.
After that, I scooted on over to english, where I proceeded to color a self-portrait gingerbread man. It was so cool. In one hand I had a softball and in the other a fork, and I was wearing a sleeping hat on my head and aviators with a yellow batman shirt and green plaid shorts and flip flops. But when I tried to add hair it made me look like a comic book fatty. Amy agreed, so I guess we can pretend I keep my hair in a sleeping cap. In the spanish class of death, we did something similar: 20 sentences about ourselves (my favorites included: Odio personas estupidas y lentas and Corro en palos frecuentamente). And then we had to add a drawing, so I drew some realllll cool aviators with car keys that didn't look like carrots.
4th period was gaaaay. We got our books and looked up 5 vocab words and then had to write a letter to a friend with 200+ words mentioning 3 definitions. Somehow my letter ended up talking about this dead rat baby fetus thing I found in the sideyard. I've been meaning to mention that in here, but I... didn't. I would've taken a picture except... well... maybe I will yet. Oh yea, and I had to retake the fuckin safety test. One question said: When acid gets on you, wash with: and I put soap, because I figured if you were already "washing" then water was already involved. But no, the answer was water. I totally knew that too. I did.
Suggested Tag: "pretty water"
History was blegh. We changed seats according to first name, and I of course ended up in the faggot C-section(ha.ha.) like I always do. And I'm in the front row. But I'm still next to Allison and Alyssa like I was before. And Becca is still closeby. HOWEVER, the most annoying faggot on the face of the planet sits behind me and I was to killlll myself. Even more than the fag in film, who makes me want to killll him. Let me tell you something, when you make me want to kill you or myself, there is a problem that needs to be adressed and it has nothing to do with me.
And while I'm at it, I've been meaning to adress the subject of Mini-vans. Maybe even a Caitlin's rules of the road?
1. If you drive a mini-van, kill yourself.
2. If you're an asshole who waits until the last minute to swerve in front of me and then merge onto the already backed up freeway entrance ramp, someone needs to shoot you.
3. If you let me in during rush hour traffic, I love you. Unless I had to force my way in, in which case, I hope you learned your lesson. Fag.
4. If you speed up like you're going somewhere and then suddenly stop, I will KILL YOU. And not just because I hate you, but because I probably won't shift gears in time and hopefully I'll slam into you, causing you great harm.
I'll pick that up later. At work tonight I started with 3 games and Dan had 4, but one of his forfeited and I meant to have both of us work 3, but he weaseled his way out of it and I told him if I covered his last game, I wouldn't owe him anymore for working for me when I was on vacation, even though I told the supervisor about that weeks in advance. Plus I don't mind coming home at 10:45 and he had homework, I didn't. In the final game, these black guys were sitting behind the backstop rooting for all the girls and one said "here's Maguire!" and another is like "Check for 'roids!" And another goes "Hemorrhoids, Steroids... they're all bad!". My work is so cool like that. But I went to the port-o-potties and apparently, in one of them the seat somehow became dislocated from the pot itself. The lid too. It was just kind of everywhere. I remember once, when we were playing rec and waiting for something, me and emily stuck a string cheese stick into the urinal tube of the port-o-potty. Carefully, without touching the sides, of course.
Oh, by the WAY, the ending of The Birds.... it sucks a fat one. It was the worst movie ending I have ever had the misfortune to come across. They just drive off. No explanation, no solution. Preposterous.
Anyway, I think I got that all out. Tomorrow I get out of school at 12:15. I want to go to panda or something, but I have no money. Oh and we took a political affiliation test in film and apparently I am in the -20 to +20 points range which means I'm moderate, but I was 4 points to the conservative side. Who would've thought. I'm still all for Kerry though. Rolling Stone is democratic, which I love. Ryan Furnis, this retard, he got like 72 points on the conservative side. The highest on the scale on the board was 65.
Current Music: Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds - The Beatles
P.S. Those spanish sentences meant: I hate stupid and slow people. and I run into poles often. Jimmy told me to put that second one. Neil knows what I'm talking about.
So I was pretty giddy going into school, seeing as I got this superawesome parking spot and all... and I went into calculus and tralalala, our homework is only like 6 problems, we all finish early and get to leave early. And then it's onto Film, where we watch... JAWS. Just the first part where the girl gets sucked under--it's the best part anyways. First we watched it without sound and then with, so the teacher could prove how music affects movies. But I already knew this as once I was watching a love scene, which I'm usually not a huge fan of, but Wild Horses (Rolling Stones) was playing, and it really got me. That happened too, with those two scenes that I almost passed out in May and that one indie movie the dude from Dawson's Creek was in. I'm sure I've talked about it before.
After that, I scooted on over to english, where I proceeded to color a self-portrait gingerbread man. It was so cool. In one hand I had a softball and in the other a fork, and I was wearing a sleeping hat on my head and aviators with a yellow batman shirt and green plaid shorts and flip flops. But when I tried to add hair it made me look like a comic book fatty. Amy agreed, so I guess we can pretend I keep my hair in a sleeping cap. In the spanish class of death, we did something similar: 20 sentences about ourselves (my favorites included: Odio personas estupidas y lentas and Corro en palos frecuentamente). And then we had to add a drawing, so I drew some realllll cool aviators with car keys that didn't look like carrots.
4th period was gaaaay. We got our books and looked up 5 vocab words and then had to write a letter to a friend with 200+ words mentioning 3 definitions. Somehow my letter ended up talking about this dead rat baby fetus thing I found in the sideyard. I've been meaning to mention that in here, but I... didn't. I would've taken a picture except... well... maybe I will yet. Oh yea, and I had to retake the fuckin safety test. One question said: When acid gets on you, wash with: and I put soap, because I figured if you were already "washing" then water was already involved. But no, the answer was water. I totally knew that too. I did.
Suggested Tag: "pretty water"
History was blegh. We changed seats according to first name, and I of course ended up in the faggot C-section(ha.ha.) like I always do. And I'm in the front row. But I'm still next to Allison and Alyssa like I was before. And Becca is still closeby. HOWEVER, the most annoying faggot on the face of the planet sits behind me and I was to killlll myself. Even more than the fag in film, who makes me want to killll him. Let me tell you something, when you make me want to kill you or myself, there is a problem that needs to be adressed and it has nothing to do with me.
And while I'm at it, I've been meaning to adress the subject of Mini-vans. Maybe even a Caitlin's rules of the road?
1. If you drive a mini-van, kill yourself.
2. If you're an asshole who waits until the last minute to swerve in front of me and then merge onto the already backed up freeway entrance ramp, someone needs to shoot you.
3. If you let me in during rush hour traffic, I love you. Unless I had to force my way in, in which case, I hope you learned your lesson. Fag.
4. If you speed up like you're going somewhere and then suddenly stop, I will KILL YOU. And not just because I hate you, but because I probably won't shift gears in time and hopefully I'll slam into you, causing you great harm.
I'll pick that up later. At work tonight I started with 3 games and Dan had 4, but one of his forfeited and I meant to have both of us work 3, but he weaseled his way out of it and I told him if I covered his last game, I wouldn't owe him anymore for working for me when I was on vacation, even though I told the supervisor about that weeks in advance. Plus I don't mind coming home at 10:45 and he had homework, I didn't. In the final game, these black guys were sitting behind the backstop rooting for all the girls and one said "here's Maguire!" and another is like "Check for 'roids!" And another goes "Hemorrhoids, Steroids... they're all bad!". My work is so cool like that. But I went to the port-o-potties and apparently, in one of them the seat somehow became dislocated from the pot itself. The lid too. It was just kind of everywhere. I remember once, when we were playing rec and waiting for something, me and emily stuck a string cheese stick into the urinal tube of the port-o-potty. Carefully, without touching the sides, of course.
Oh, by the WAY, the ending of The Birds.... it sucks a fat one. It was the worst movie ending I have ever had the misfortune to come across. They just drive off. No explanation, no solution. Preposterous.
Anyway, I think I got that all out. Tomorrow I get out of school at 12:15. I want to go to panda or something, but I have no money. Oh and we took a political affiliation test in film and apparently I am in the -20 to +20 points range which means I'm moderate, but I was 4 points to the conservative side. Who would've thought. I'm still all for Kerry though. Rolling Stone is democratic, which I love. Ryan Furnis, this retard, he got like 72 points on the conservative side. The highest on the scale on the board was 65.
Current Music: Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds - The Beatles
P.S. Those spanish sentences meant: I hate stupid and slow people. and I run into poles often. Jimmy told me to put that second one. Neil knows what I'm talking about.
After five years...
...of re-learning to swim, tonight I felt like I finally "got it!" Remember that great-white-shark-in-the-swimming-pool fear thing? That was me! My mother took me to see stoopid Jaws at the drive-in when I was 6 years old. In our Vega hatch-back, we put the back seats down and I had the whole back area to myself...and then, in the front seat, SHE FELL ASLEEP! I learned later that many ADULTS were traumatized by that movie and had phobia of the water, and as a parent now I can not even imagine taking MY 6 year old daughter to a movie like that. What was she thinking?!!! I don't think I ever forgave her for that one. Then in her infinitely cruelty she subjected me to swim lessons until I got to the fifth grade.
So five years ago yesterday, in fact, I re-entered the swimming pool with the intention of training for and completing my first triathlon that August. I could hardly swim 7 lengths that day...175 yards. And from that day until one evening lap swim less than two years ago I would be nearly consumed with panic every 35 yards, or so, when the bottom of the pool would start to move further away. Oh, and don't even get me started on open water!
Despite my fear, however, I persisted in trying to learn to swim in an efficient and, hopefully someday, slightly faster manner. I read books, articles, eforums. I attended clinics and practiced with different masters' swim teams.
Tonight, though, after being coached by the same person for one hour a week since November (and practising what I learned another two times per week), I GOT IT!!
I swam like a swimmer!
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