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November 30th, 2007
01:12 pm - NaNoWriMo
I did it. After losing over 8,000 words right before Thanksgiving, which was the extent of my novel at the time, I recouped and now proclaim victory! Yes!
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/bitospud/courier/black/amused.gif) ecstatic
Current Music: Broadcast--America's Boy
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October 17th, 2007
03:26 pm - Dilemma
Two weeks until NaNoWriMo. I have some time for reading. Should I read a truly horridly penned novel so that I will be psyched up (you know, the feeling that if such tripe can get published then I can indeed write a novel) OR read something well written (Byatt, Fforde, Hamilton, Ellis, etc) so that I can use their styles as examples (but also end up thinking, never mind, I can never write this well....)
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October 15th, 2007
09:31 pm - Do not go gently...
I have discovered, due to close contact with an aging population, the definitive "it's time for plastic surgery" test. All that is needed is one face/neck with sagging skin and a blow dryer. Adjust the settings on the blow dryer to cool and high. Aim the nozzle toward nose from the side at the face and activate the switch. If there is visible billowing (yes, that's correct BILLOWING) of the skin, time for a consult. Next, if you can see through your tears, aim the nozzle at one side of the front of your neck. You know what to look for and what to do if you find it.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/bitospud/courier/black/bouncy.gif) hyper
Current Music: Silence, it's PLM's bedtime
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October 11th, 2007
01:04 pm - She lives in a house, a very big house, in the country
The kitchen is so bright and airy right now--curtains are in the wash. Perhaps the washer will eat them like it eats socks and Molly's underwear. I can see blue sky, the wind in the neighbor's tree (the blight of urban sprawl--we have no trees of our own), and the curtains hanging on the line outside. I even hear the breeze! This is too good--I will be punished for enjoying such a simple pleasure.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/bitospud/courier/black/happy.gif) pleased
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October 8th, 2007
09:31 pm - Body Butter and all things good
I am currently annoyed by my penchant for the practical. It is infringing on my fun factor.
On the upside though, I do like body butter. I like to say the words outloud. I like to feel them in my head. And I absolutely revel in applying the substance. It allows me to feel elegant and pampered.
If I had wavy potato chips, I would be eating them.
Current Location: The pantry--looking for forgotten open bags of chips
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/bitospud/courier/black/hungry.gif) hungry
Current Music: All This Time--Heartless Bastards
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September 21st, 2007
10:02 pm - Oh no he didn't!
I predict the spin on this one. Bush meant that all the reconciliatory types in Iraq were killed by Saddam Hussein, not that Nelson Mandela was actually killed by Hussein. Right? Sure. He just stumbled over words. The appearance of idiocy is a political ruse, devised to showcase the loveable innocence of all Bush's actions (he doesn't lie or mislead, he's simply verbally challenged, some sort of expressive speech disability...)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eapMS1awMAg
Current Mood: dismayed
Current Music: Chin Up, Cheer Up--Ryan Adams
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September 20th, 2007
03:31 pm - Useless resolutions
Resolved: Never pay overdraft fees again.
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November 3rd, 2006
11:17 pm - Oddities
Something odd has happened to my account. Friends have disappeared and my own postings since June 2005 are not available. My user pic has also disappeared. This has all occurred within the past 24 hours.
The good news? I've written 1,050 words in my quest for glory as a NaNoWriMo winner. That's about 2% for the mathematically challenged (Zokutou is apparently overwhelmed so I had to do the math myself, taking valuable time from my novel writing).
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June 13th, 2005
09:06 pm
Okay. I am now completely wretched. I was only slightly discouraged when I got home from work three hours ago. My only accomplishment today was to sink further into dispair.
So. I have a friend here somewhere. Perhaps she can remember my current username. I can't even claim it is on the tip of my tongue. It is gone. And I so wanted to write. But I don't want to write as corkyelmendorf.
I'm too blue. No positive accomplishments today. And I can't remember shit. Perhaps I should buy one of those home waxing kits...I could consider a small bare patch a success. And the physical pain might cheer me up!!
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/bitospud/courier/black/anxious.gif) frustrated
Current Music: Lucinda Williams
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July 21st, 2004
11:28 pm - Downtime
I have been trying to customize my journal. I am getting annoyed though. Perhaps I started out annoyed. I don't think all my efforts at customization have amounted to anything. AND a certain Tallie is still awake--spilling orange soda on the carpet and inadvertently threatening to wake up the Major. Said Major will probably not be pleased should he awaken and find me not in bed. I am so not compliant. Okay...now where is that mood thing.....
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/bitospud/courier/black/determined.gif) cranky
Current Music: white noise--the sound of my fan
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11:13 pm
I think I just lost my last posting. Now I am disgruntled and won't write again for weeks. So there.
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September 13th, 2003
03:40 pm - Job opportunities
You're goin' down! FOR ASSISTED SUICIDE! (even
though it was good you did it)
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Perhaps I shouldn't apply for work in hospice care.....
I'm really hungry--I want oreos but I guess I'll settle for cheese and crackers.
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03:13 pm - Rambling...
I am having a magnificent day. I haven't accomplished anything. I am very accomplishment driven--to the extent that I make lists of things to do and cross off items as I'm done. I am tired of that (but know I will revert by Monday). Week-ends are for doing nothing. I always think I have so much to do that I have to keep up the pace over the week-end. I am rebelling against my inner nature (maybe I shouldn't have watched Identity last night).
Received a tremendous boost to my esteem Thursday last. I'd applied for a job I felt at least semi-qualified for. During the interview I discovered there were other applicants who I was sure would be considered more qualified because of their years of experience. But, I got the job. I would have done cartwheels of enthusiasm except I'm an extreme klutz. I can't get my feet over my head (unless I'm feeling totally uninhibited and lusty).
The reaction of my co-workers was also rather heady--so I'm floating. Except, of course, for that small nagging voice that wonders if I really am qualified....
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September 5th, 2003
01:35 am - Who'da thunk?
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01:13 am - Wisdom
People who say wisdom comes with age are messing with you. If wisdom comes at all, it is in that second before death--a glimpse of how everything is really supposed to be and how easy it is to make it so. Then, in the ultimate egocentric behavior, you opt to head for the light instead of easing the angst of those you are leaving behind. Probably laughing all the while....
Then again, maybe there is no choice. Wisdom is hard-earned, not to be wasted on those who would not use it to prevent further errors of judgment. You gain it when there is no longer an opportunity to consume it without really digesting its worth....
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August 28th, 2003
10:35 pm - Playing around
I'm still figuring out how to navigate around....do the quizzes then get back to posting. I am no tech-wizard so I am painfully slow and awkward. Still....
You are...
Elizabeth's pirate fetish. You're a secret, closet
fetish that no one knows about. Except maybe
Jack. Something about rum swigging, ne'er do
well cads gets your goat. It's okay, I'm sure
lots of people feel the EXACT same way. Really.
Which Pirates of the Caribbean Character's Unhealthy Fetish are YOU?
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10:30 pm - *$&#*
I don't know what I'm doing.
Mean lil fellow, arn't you?
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10:00 pm - Discord
I got home from work late and found the computer unoccupied. One of my excuses for not posting was that someone was always on the computer. With that one out of the way, I had to discard the "no time" justification for non-entry. No problem--I'm too wired to go to bed so with free computer and caffeine-inspired energy, NOW I have to commit to writing all those thoughts that flow so freely when I'm not in front of this screen.
This posting is not as easy as it is when I simply think my thoughts....I just wrote and deleted a couple of paragraphs. Too boring....too mundane. Sudden realization...that is my life. Boring. My job is not boring. I come home, though, and the routine threatens me. I walked through the door and one child is laughing at the unfairness of not being able to have another brownie (the Major's decision). I laugh, too, but don't overrule the decision. Said child will most definitely survive without the additional brownie before bed. Tallie and Sabrina rush downstairs to say hello, but are ordered back to their room by the Major--it is past the official "time to be in your room," so they shouldn't have come down (his reasoning). But they hadn't seen me since last night at bedtime. I rather like their excitement at seeing me....
Then there was some sort of fallout following a brief discussion about Sabrina's spelling words and how much time the Major spent working with her tonight and my inability to understand what he means because I take what he says too literally. (Okay, I ask you, if someone says to you, "She missed all the words," what would you think?) The undercurrent of feeling/belief of the Major seems to be that since he has been home with them, fixed their supper, helped with homework, got them upstairs at the "proper" time (gulp....I rarely do that)....then I have no right to come in and say anything at all. I thought I simply questioned what he meant by "all," but it grew from there....I didn't even question rudely....or so I thought. But it put him back to thinking that if he says yes, I say no. Whatever.
And that is...well, not boring, but not much to write about either. I want to walk through the door and maintain that excellent feeling I had when leaving work. I had left this morning at 6:20 a.m. and still had energy left for interaction....but, man, that almost instant....you know what it is? I really felt like he was telling me that since I wasn't here, I didn't get to have a say in whether the girls got up to say hello. He even said as much...since he had been here taking care of them, he was the decision maker even after I got home. Hmmmm.....
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09:58 pm
Current Mood: cranky
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June 17th, 2003
09:48 pm - You can't always get what you want
One disgruntled Major waiting for me to come to bed.
Tallie and Sabrina awake, hungry so they say.
Then there is a not-so-gruntled me because I can't seem to grab even a few minutes to do more than complain that I don't have time to write....
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