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Shut the fuck up. Watching Mike go through medical school, seeing the kind of sacrifices he makes (myself included :P), understanding the amount of debt he'll be in, and the amount of work he does (and will continue to do)--he deserves some damn compensation.
Not like he'll really get it until he's about 35.
Grow up. Maybe you'd make a lot of money if you went to school for your entire life and worked 100 hours a week.
Shit, if I worked 100 hours a week I'd be making 48k a year and I'm a sales clerk.
Don't forget that in some specialties they're spending 100k a year on malpractice insurance.
Christ.
Not like he'll really get it until he's about 35.
Grow up. Maybe you'd make a lot of money if you went to school for your entire life and worked 100 hours a week.
Shit, if I worked 100 hours a week I'd be making 48k a year and I'm a sales clerk.
Don't forget that in some specialties they're spending 100k a year on malpractice insurance.
Christ.
Is it weird that
20 February 2010 03:07I... kind of desire the opportunity to be freelance? I love Mike very much... but there's a lot of myself I haven't gotten the chance to express. I want to have that before I truly commit to anything.
Bleugh.
Bleugh.
I think I'm getting too loud and abrasive again. :( I always wake up the next day and go "god everyone thinks I'm a jerk" and I don't know what to do about it really except try to modify my behavior... but then I end up feeling like a jerk again later. I was sort of hoping being too loud wasn't a habit, but hey.
Also got that feeling again when it was snowing outside that I could keep walking forever and then sit down and then lie down and then probably die, and nobody would miss me.
And then I think, "No, that's a lie. People would miss me," and then I think "but I wouldn't."
Also got that feeling again when it was snowing outside that I could keep walking forever and then sit down and then lie down and then probably die, and nobody would miss me.
And then I think, "No, that's a lie. People would miss me," and then I think "but I wouldn't."
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Like I said before. No. I died.
Like I said before. No. I died.
I'm posting multiple times a day. That's a sure indicator that I have enough time to think enough thoughts to have at least two of them be explored in writing. Usually I just mull things over by myself, but for some reason it's back in style to write.
It's funny, I was changing music over to my shuffle in preparation for the walk to Eli's, and I thought "Man, I should walk by Jewel and get a pack of cigarettes. That sounds like a great idea," and then I thought "Wait a second. I'm pretty sure about 4 hours ago I was thinking cheerfully to myself about how glad I am that I don't smoke very often. Man. Sometimes I'm so..." and then I started laughing because I was about to say bipolar. HA!
It's true though (not chemically, although that's also true). I have vastly different takes on the world and myself in relation to the world based on whether or not it's dark outside. Sometimes they're quite in opposition. I could almost say often.
Apart from Limewire not working, that's all she wrote.
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p.s. I think it says something about me that the first time I heard Flyleaf's "Again", I felt it as a dom singing to a sub, not as a song of the Christian persuasion. Oops. It may also say the same thing about me that I choose to continue hearing it the first way even after the second was suggested to me. Ha.
It's funny, I was changing music over to my shuffle in preparation for the walk to Eli's, and I thought "Man, I should walk by Jewel and get a pack of cigarettes. That sounds like a great idea," and then I thought "Wait a second. I'm pretty sure about 4 hours ago I was thinking cheerfully to myself about how glad I am that I don't smoke very often. Man. Sometimes I'm so..." and then I started laughing because I was about to say bipolar. HA!
It's true though (not chemically, although that's also true). I have vastly different takes on the world and myself in relation to the world based on whether or not it's dark outside. Sometimes they're quite in opposition. I could almost say often.
Apart from Limewire not working, that's all she wrote.
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p.s. I think it says something about me that the first time I heard Flyleaf's "Again", I felt it as a dom singing to a sub, not as a song of the Christian persuasion. Oops. It may also say the same thing about me that I choose to continue hearing it the first way even after the second was suggested to me. Ha.
Being industrious means:
-Getting out of bed before 11:00am and staying out of bed.
-Getting dressed before 4:00pm on days off.
-Walking more than six blocks and for something besides work.
-Eating something besides cereal for any meal.
-Finishing a Netflix DVD so I can send it back for another one.
-Blow drying my hair instead of letting it air dry.
-Thinking about cleaning the house.
Crap.
-Getting out of bed before 11:00am and staying out of bed.
-Getting dressed before 4:00pm on days off.
-Walking more than six blocks and for something besides work.
-Eating something besides cereal for any meal.
-Finishing a Netflix DVD so I can send it back for another one.
-Blow drying my hair instead of letting it air dry.
-Thinking about cleaning the house.
Crap.
I really hope my plant can go outside soon. It doesn't like to be inside, and it kind of looks sad all draped over its pot on the piano bench... next to the coffee maker... This house is totally ridiculous and it's mostly my fault for moving back and forth between college and home several times and never unpacking everything. I suck.
I did, however, get my insurance sorted out.
...Does anyone know how to file income taxes?
I did, however, get my insurance sorted out.
...Does anyone know how to file income taxes?
I'm awake. I couldn't keep lying in bed because my skin felt like it was stretched out and dry, like all of me got burned and was in the final stages of healing. I couldn't stand it, so I came down here. Also I was hungry. Also I couldn't stop thinking.
I'm kind of like a cat in that my sleep habits have no rhyme or reason to them. Minnie woke up at the same time I did (probably because I was rolling around), and I have no doubt that she'll be asleep again as soon as she feels like it's time to be asleep no matter the clock time.
Hard choices are hard.
I'm kind of like a cat in that my sleep habits have no rhyme or reason to them. Minnie woke up at the same time I did (probably because I was rolling around), and I have no doubt that she'll be asleep again as soon as she feels like it's time to be asleep no matter the clock time.
Hard choices are hard.
Tomorrow I will do an hourly comic day. It will make me actually do something. Besides it should be pretty good, even if I am at work all day. Which makes for better comics, actually. if it was a day off, it would just be a ton of comics about me sleeping.
Maybe I should do an hourly poem day. Where I have to write down one good line, or one whole poem each hour, to get back in the habit of writing.
I think I am still a good poet, but I am an utterly lazy bastard.
Maybe I should do an hourly poem day. Where I have to write down one good line, or one whole poem each hour, to get back in the habit of writing.
I think I am still a good poet, but I am an utterly lazy bastard.
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Dragon Age. And I would spend the entire 24 hours in a tent with Alistair. Or Leliana. Actually, maybe I would try to convince them into a threesome. That would be pretty rocking.
I mean, no, I'd be out in the wilds with Morrigan being snarky, or having a tea party with Sten, drinking with Oghren, having a heart-to-heart with Wynne (she would braid my hair). I'd gossip with Zevran, and wrestle with my dog. It would be the best day ever.
Screw having weapons or powers; I just want to hang out. :)
Now I feel happy.
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p.s. when I detect my location with the lj thing it says I'm in Wheaton. Evanston doesn't count. :(
Dragon Age. And I would spend the entire 24 hours in a tent with Alistair. Or Leliana. Actually, maybe I would try to convince them into a threesome. That would be pretty rocking.
I mean, no, I'd be out in the wilds with Morrigan being snarky, or having a tea party with Sten, drinking with Oghren, having a heart-to-heart with Wynne (she would braid my hair). I'd gossip with Zevran, and wrestle with my dog. It would be the best day ever.
Screw having weapons or powers; I just want to hang out. :)
Now I feel happy.
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p.s. when I detect my location with the lj thing it says I'm in Wheaton. Evanston doesn't count. :(
It's chilly outside--snow everywhere. These are the best nights for thinking... or at least for staying up and watching the dark. Kind of a 6 Differences night. It's times like these that I want to talk to people the most, and am the most worried that my gentle melancholy or deeper emotion will scare people away. Or at least make them uncomfortable, which is the opposite of what I'd like to do. I want to connect on another level than I do in the daytime. It's the night talking.
I had a nice migraine today (yesterday?) at work. So horrible I had to lay down. When I tried to take aspirin, I threw up. I went home and lay in bed.
The only problem with keeping my window open in the night is that when I have to get out of bed in the morning, it's really cold in my room. One upside is that it makes Minnie much cuddlier. I woke up from a nap once with her sleeping on my chest. It makes me really happy to know that she's gotten so much better from when I got her from the shelter. I feel like I've been a good mommy.
Detect location is creepy.
I'm just sort of killing time before whoever I was talking to comes back.
Oh. Nevermind.
I had a nice migraine today (yesterday?) at work. So horrible I had to lay down. When I tried to take aspirin, I threw up. I went home and lay in bed.
The only problem with keeping my window open in the night is that when I have to get out of bed in the morning, it's really cold in my room. One upside is that it makes Minnie much cuddlier. I woke up from a nap once with her sleeping on my chest. It makes me really happy to know that she's gotten so much better from when I got her from the shelter. I feel like I've been a good mommy.
Detect location is creepy.
I'm just sort of killing time before whoever I was talking to comes back.
Oh. Nevermind.
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18 December 2009 11:08lol lol lol lol lol lol christmas is right around the corner and I haven't gotten anything for mike omgomg fuck.
Writing in Prosody
12 November 2009 16:24Holy shit, it's a sonnet, and almost in regular meter no less.
If you were around, I'd speak to you
and ask, as I do, but once a year
whether or not your advances are true
or false, as I have grown to fear.
But as you are gone, I write this note
and imagine I have your ear
and that while you are silent, as is your rote
your eyes tell a story more clear:
whatever we are, while unspoken, is real
and that I, to your heart, am still dear.
Through a lingering glance, or attempt to steal
a kiss or a stance much too near--
What fun we could have if the secret you keep
could be ours... or else put to its sleep.
If you were around, I'd speak to you
and ask, as I do, but once a year
whether or not your advances are true
or false, as I have grown to fear.
But as you are gone, I write this note
and imagine I have your ear
and that while you are silent, as is your rote
your eyes tell a story more clear:
whatever we are, while unspoken, is real
and that I, to your heart, am still dear.
Through a lingering glance, or attempt to steal
a kiss or a stance much too near--
What fun we could have if the secret you keep
could be ours... or else put to its sleep.
Seriously, I can't stop staying up this late. Laura and I are watching Mad Men, which is a pretty fabulous character drama. Also, every ten minutes or so I have to say "owned" because of how totally ungloved the insults or slights or plays or whatever are. Phew.
Apart from that... Mike came to visit this weekend, and that made me happy. :) Although I wish I had been able to see him for longer.
...This journal is a public service nightmare. :O
Apart from that... Mike came to visit this weekend, and that made me happy. :) Although I wish I had been able to see him for longer.
...This journal is a public service nightmare. :O
Late Nights Redux
10 October 2009 14:00Leo and Piper just got married eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ...it was like my dreams came true.
I'm a neeeeeerd. Neeeeerd.
I'm a neeeeeerd. Neeeeerd.
