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My entire life, especially since I moved to Portland, I've been oddly proud of the fact that I've never set foot in California. It became an inside joke between me and Adam's family, much of which lives or has lived in the LA area. When we were in Vegas for Adam and Erika's wedding, Adam's dad threatened to just keep driving until we crossed the border and I had no choice in the matter. Aside from a twinge that he never saw me break my "vow" before he died, I've been quite happy with the non-Californianess of my existence.

This era is about to end. Mom got us tickets from Portland to New York to Burlington for Christmas. However, the flight was changed and we are now going from Portland to LA to New York to Burlington. I have clearly been conspired against, and have a week and a handful of hours before I am forced to meet California face to face. In LA, no less.

I called Erika to tell her this, and talked to Adam. I figured I might get off on a technicality, since I won't be leaving the security area, let alone the airport. No luck. I think airports should be like embassies. An embassy is technically a little piece of foreign soil in the surrounding country. Legally speaking, if you fly into the American embassy in, say, France, and then fly back, you haven't been to France. Airports should work the same way. After all, if someone says they've been to New York and you found out they just sat in a terminal waiting for another flight out, you'd scoff at them. This should not count against me, I say!
Humeur actuelle:
indignant
Musique actuelle:
Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology) - Marvin Gaye
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I'm awake. Wide awake. My eyes won't even stay closed. So much for my optimistic ramblings about the productiveness of my tomorrow. I'll be lucky if I can stay upright for most of it.

I don't know what it is this time. I know it wasn't caffeine. But my mind keeps going off in obsessive tangents...having full conversations in my head that I would probably never dare have in person, planning the complete overhaul of my apartment...what to keep, what to toss, and how to store what I keep...there's less and less hope that sleep will come. And the alarms start being alarming in about four hours.

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It's snowing!
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I won my first game of darts tonight! I mean, the first one I've ever played ever. I was very excited. Of course, later on I was rejected as a PS2 tennis partner by my nephew. We were annihilated (the game's choice of words, not mine...) and he preferred to wait for Adam as a partner than play another game with me. They lost, too, and pretty badly if not as bad as I did. So my ego felt a little bit better.

Erika and Adam got a Christmas tree today, and the whole family (minus Sandy, who is in California, and Manuel who...well, that's another story entirely, but he's in Vegas) was there to decorate. Ripley nearly threw a fit when Mommy and Daddy and Sean left without her to get the tree, but we played a game to get her interested in the decorating part. Madilyn stood in the kitchen and pretended to be the tree. First we'd run around her chanting "lightslightslights", then we would catch a star (and sometimes the moon, as well) to put on her head, and then we added decorations. We took turns at this for quite a while. When Sean got home, he added a few additions that I wasn't so fond of...unless you locked the "tree" into a tree stand, it would just walk away. Even when it was locked in, it often hopped away. And the adding of decorations apparently now hurts. But still, a very cute game to play with a three-year-old.

I didn't get nearly as much accomplished as I had wanted to today, which I'm sure had something to do with oversleeping until 11:30. I did get all of the last chapter of my class stuff done at the coffee shop. I did not do the homework problems. I did not grocery shop. I did not clean. I did not transfer files on the computer. I certainly didn't get anything interesting written. There's still tomorrow...the homework needs to be done, at least, because I have to turn it in on Monday. So if Erika or Adam calls tomorrow, chances are I won't be able to go over. Though if they get Ripley on the phone, I might just cave.

Ripley didn't notice that I was there immediately today, because she was busy trying to get Madilyn into her room to play with her. I tried to get Madilyn to quickly change places with me before Ripley looked around, but I didn't communicate that fully before she came back out. I ducked into the play room, but she caught me. When she figured out who that lurking figure was, her face just lit up and she yelled, "Kenja! My Kenja!" and launched herself at me. Seriously, how could I not love this kid??

I should go to bed, in order to avoid the same sort of time debacle that I had today. But I'm taking the new book that Erika let me borrow with me, so we'll see what kind of sleep ensues.

Seriously, Luna, I don't want you on me. I'm typing, and about to stand up. You really have the worst timing of any cat ever.
Current Location:
Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
Humeur actuelle:
functioning
Musique actuelle:
nada.
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Apparently this is a day that won't let me stop pouring my thoughts onto the computer screen. Which isn't good, because I need to get moving.

Part of this is because I slept too much last night, and if I sit at the computer for too much longer I will get a nasty headache. I say this because that's happened on more weekends than I care to count. Also, I need caffeine, for similar reasons, and I want to go out to my little coffee shop to get some. But mostly because I need to finish the course work for my accounting class, for which I have the final on Monday night.

I love this class. Not the class itself...it was depressingly like high school, and didn't present much of a challenge. But that, right there, is one of the reasons I loved it. I have the best grade in the class. I got the best grade on all the exams so far, although none of them were perfect scores (which I actually feel bad about). I got a perfect score on the project, which he pointed out to everyone so they could come compare with mine to see what problems theirs had. I was one of three or four perfect scores, so it's not as teacher's petty as it sounds. But I'm on such a high after something like that...what can I say? I get off on academic superiority. There aren't that many aspects of my life that I can confidently say that I'm not just fair, not just good, but great. I'm smart, damn it, and just because I don't make much use of my smarts doesn't mean that I shouldn't be proud of them.

So, back to the point...I don't need to finish the course work. I could do nothing else, including not showing up for the final, and still get a high A. But I want to do it...so I'm leaving now.
Current Location:
Home, for the moment.
Humeur actuelle:
nerdy nerdy
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I think I'm obligated to wear my John Lennon t-shirt today. And it's black, so that works.
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Let me share with all of you the story of my weekend. Warning: Vacation pictures follow.Réduire )

Now is the time for me to go eat food and enjoy my solitude at home with no schedule to keep. Yay!

Current Location:
Home!
Humeur actuelle:
informative
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I left work a little bit early today because I had an excess of nervous energy and was having trouble sitting at my desk. I got a ride to the MAX for reasons I won't go into, but I thought to myself as I got out of the car, "I should have walked.". I had just missed one, so I waited about 12 minutes for the next one, pacing and talking on the phone. When it arrived, I plopped down in the tiny single seat in the front, listened to music, played tetris on my ipod, and listened in on other people's cellphone conversations. Incidentally, this is why I refuse to talk on my phone on the train unless absolutely necessary.

Everything proceeded as usual until the train stopped at Overlook Park in North Portland. It didn't start going again. The driver kept announcing that we would be going in five minutes, that there was a train back-up, all sorts of excuses and timelines. Finally she came on and said, "I'm a big far liar, I don't know what's happening, and I don't know when we'll be going." Everyone laughed and spilled off the train to smoke or wander and wait or whatever, until she announced that we wouldn't be going anywhere soon and said we could catch a bus at the next MAX stop. A lot of people started walking south.

It was a strangely nice walk for me, with all of my excess energy. It was sunny and pleasant. Granted, I was walking into the industrial waterfront area of northeastern Portland, but there were still views of sun glinting off of bridges and the hills of northwest Portland to appreciate. Plus, I had music and good shoes and my months of steady MAXing has made me a little better prepared for a long walk.

Most of the people stopped at the bus stop. Here's the thing with me...I don't like buses. Something about them makes me nauseous almost immediately, which the train does not do. So rather than wait there, I kept walking. And walking. And walking. I walked under freeway bridges and beside chainlink fences, past the Widmer brewery and through the deserted Rose Garden. It was fascinating and oddly pretty to walk somewhere that people clearly don't walk very often. It also helped to clear my mind of some of the things preying on it, at least for a little while. So now I feel better, and well-exercised. Which is not to say that I'd like to do it again tomorrow.
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Okay, I know that it's not a huge deal. And it's been six years since the one episode of Gilmore Girls that had Mia. But would it kill them to get the same actress for the part? Or at least one that's not easily recognizable from other shows? I mean, honestly.
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Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday dear Kendra, happy birthday to me.
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