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nudge fudge pudge

Oct. 11th, 2006 | 10:07 pm
location: MY ASS america's #1 party school
mood: naughtyreally funny
music: classical crap

my friend sarah "nudged" me via lj. im pretty sure she has also "poked" me via facebook. people sometimes think we are lesbians. our boyfriend and husband sometimes think this...but they are also totally gay.

i am posting an entry because i respond well to being nudged. nudge rhymes with fudge and pudge. if you eat lots of fudge you'll have plenty of pudge to nudge. it also rhymes with judge, but i don't know any judge that likes fudge or has pudge. although, i would totally give a judge the ol' nudge.

that's all. oh wait, sludge budge...

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the bungalow, down low

Jun. 15th, 2006 | 12:49 pm
mood: thoughtfulpimp juice

hey kids. just checkin in wit my lj dawgs.

whatup? oh, not much here, just chillin'.

i was just thinking about how my last few weeks here in chicago are going to fly by in a big whirlwind of moving, and visiting, and cramming in all the fun chicago things before i leave...and before you know it, ill be posting some boring lj entry about how im back in bloomington, and all my conflicted feelings about that, probably complaining about being unemployed and ambitionless...ahh how time flies.

i started a blog. i dont know i guess i got bored with myspace, facebook, lj, and regular life. so there it is. youmightwanttocheckitoutman.blogspot.com

yall are ballas. foshiz.

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chicken curry chickan carrie

May. 5th, 2006 | 02:17 pm
location: fourth floor reception
mood: complacentwill rose
music: elevators...DING

hello friends. i am just finishing up a lovely lunch of leftover indian food. mmm. and thought that it was time for an lj post.

i enjoyed a perfect evening last night, sitting out on the front porch with some of my favorite people in chicago. as i sat there discussing socially consious diamonds and major societal shifts, some subconscious memories started to float into my conscious. i suddenly remembered sitting out on the front porch the first couple nights in my apt in chicago, all alone. i would sit out there and talk to God, asking Him why i was there, and wondering if i had made a stupid decision to move to chicago. He never answered me that night. in fact He didn't answer me really until last night. sitting on that same front porch step as i did 9 months ago, i realized that the 3 people sitting out there with me were such amazing gifts, and quite possibly a huge reason God drew me to the city.

stephanie schnorbus, carter robins, and jayne everson.

they are beautiful people. they drive through chicago traffic for me. they ate indian food with me. i love them.

although i am pretty sure that none of them will ever read this, i just wanted to share with you all how special they are to me. and also, how i believe God blesses me ABUNDANTLY with stellar and exceptionally wonderful friends.

as i start counting down the weeks until the impending transit from chicago to bloomington, i am praying for peace. peace in my heart about leaving my new friends. and peace about entering into an old world with new ambitions.

transitions. separation. reunion. bittersweet.

i guess thats all for now. (also, congratulations to all of you with new jobs, and old jobs you love, and new albums recently released, and new residences, and upcoming marital unions.)

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Mar. 30th, 2006 | 04:20 pm
location: chicago title and trust
mood: cynicalgiiirrrrrl, you di'int...

Hello lj friends and family.

For those of you who care, here is an update.

I am still a temp, but have moved up from my dreadfully boring position as receptionist (the one where I met all the bike messengers) to Commercial Construction Escrow Assistant. It's hard to explain exactly what my job is, but let's just say that I have more responsibilities than I can handle at this point. But it's nice to not be so bored.

I am providing child care one night a week for these financial classes for low-income families. The program is called Smart Savers (through a faith-based non-profit called Bethel New Life) and basically helps low-income individuals and families save $2,000 in 3 years, and then they match it to pay for further education, a small business, or a house. They have to go to 6-week course in order to participate and I provide the child care during the class. Right now i only have one little 2-yr old girl named Sidney, who is both incredibly cute, and terribly horrid.

I am enjoying the weather in Chicago, it's getting warmer and sunnier, and I love Chi-town at dusk.

I am running my very first race this Sunday - The Shamrock Shuffle. It's an 8k and Lys is going to smoke me, but I am excited about it anyway. Maybe lys and I will paint our faces green...

I've been listening to a unreleased h&w album, "operation:surgery", that Tim accidentally left at my apt. ITS AWESOME! Although, I know I am biased.

I met a girl who lives 2 blocks away who does Young Life in the North burbs. Her name is Stacia and she is really cool (think Jess Arnold) and I am going to leadership with her this Friday. It's so nice to have a friend that is within walking distance away! I'll scope out the YL scene up here, and get back to you...

Well, thats pretty much it. Busy buying bridesmaid dresses, and other wedding things. I'm really starting to settle in here in Chicago and love it, but I am also starting to get really excited about moving back to Bloomington. It's bittersweet.

I miss you all tons. Hope this wasn't too boring.


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growing up?

Mar. 2nd, 2006 | 02:29 pm
mood: drunkyou lasten


i now have a livejournal, myspace, AND (horror of all horrors) a facebook account. on top of that, i've developed a shameful obsession with dawson's creek.

working as a temp, i've settled for menial, mundane, and irritatingly boring jobs. the only exercise my little brain has gotten lately is the couple hours i've spent studying for the GRE (that's total hours mind you).

on top of all of that, im pretty sure my metabolism is coming to a screeching halt, and all my muscle is turning into blubber as we speak. and, i am actually consuming some no-name energy drink that a bike messenger gave me this morning.

speaking of messengers, they are probably the highlight of my chicago experience. all day long the come bring me packages (huuge packages), and some of them hit on me(and give me engergy drinks - probably with roofies in them), and some of them are just plain rude, and some of them are funny old men who make really corny jokes. like this really cute man yesterday came and said "do you know the speed limit for sex?" and i, bracing myself for the horribleness, replied, "no, what?" and he says "68, because at 69, you have to turn around!" the worst part was that, as he was leaving to get on the elevator, i heard him start to tell another woman the same joke. haha. funny old messenger man.

well that's that i guess. i think this energy drink is really working some

p.s. happy beanday

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If I wasn't dating a white indie rocker, I'd be dating a big black basketball player...

Feb. 23rd, 2006 | 10:01 am
mood: tiredtired
music: let's get ready to RUUUUUMMMMBLE!!

Last night I got a 3rd row seat at the Bulls/Bucks game. It was really fun, and I was really close to all the players. The entire experience of an NBA game is much different from a college bball game. Everything is a huge production. They even play music while the players are playing, kind of like a soundtrack to some inspirational part of a basketball movie, except live, and all the time, and really annoying. They even had a huge inflatable "Benny the Bull" that floated around the United Center dropping t-shirts to screaming fans.

The Bulls played the Milwaukee Bucks last night, and won 97-91. The coolest part was that I got to see Toni Kukoc, only he was playing for the wrong team and was about 10 years too old. It was kind of like watching my dad play basketball...if my dad was a foot taller and really really good at basketball.

I found out after the game, that the ticket I got for free from a friend was worth $95. I probably won't be going to another Bulls game...maybe ever.


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gre study

Feb. 17th, 2006 | 01:28 pm
mood: confusedthinking

assuage (v.) - to make less severe; to appease or satisfy

diatribe (n.) - a bitter abusive denunciation

erudite (adj.) - scholarly; displaying deep intensive learning (n. erudition)

ineffable (adj.) - undescribable; inexpressible in words; unspeakable

turpitude (n.) - depravity; baseness

This morning, I woke up with an ineffable burden on my heart. In an effort to assuage the uneasiness, I attempted to post a live journal entry. I began writing a rather erudite entry which discussed the intricacies of the live journal community and its newly emerged rivalry with "myspace." I proceeded with a written diatribe against myspace and the rebels who have abandoned their fellow livejournalers for it. As I wrote, I realized it was the utter moral turpitude of such traitors that had been weighing so heavily on me that day.

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Feb. 13th, 2006 | 12:40 pm
mood: nostalgicnostalgic
music: friends are friends forever

in honor of sarah elizabeth ford's birth, i will now list twenty-three memories with my best friend. 1. baxter tag (1991) 2. drawing on the chalkboard at ecs (1991) 3. rollerblading to sharon elementary school, eating honeysuckle (1992) 4. ordering food for you at the food court in the mall (1992-1993) 5. making up wonderfully inedible recipes, and making your mom eat them (1993)6. poisoning allyson shelby (1993) 7. fake nails from Hooks (1993) 8. roasting marshmallows on candles and watching horrible b rate horror movies late at night (1994) 9. cheating on our newsweek quizzes (1994-1995) 10. caffeine pills in pez dispensers (1993-1995) 11. eating tortillas (1996) 12. becoming friends again in mrs. muller's class (1997) 13. math class (1995-2001) 14. accountability (2000-2001) 15. freezing our arses off in a tent in brown county (2001) 16. the time you pulled an overnighter, and i had to make sure you didn't have a nervous breakdown at 4am (2001) 17. the night we were all at dyan's house for praise and worship, and you were sitting on the porch talking on the phone to adam, and i was inside, kneeling, praying that you would break up with him (2001) 18. being roomies again (2003) 19. when you finally broke up with adam (2003) 20. the royal tennenbaums (2004) 21. be thou my busion (2004) 22. dance lessons in the living room (2005) 23. brokeback valentines (2006)

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Feb. 3rd, 2006 | 09:05 am
mood: bitchyJAWS! grrrrrrrr
music: friendly office banter...

Today I got an e-mail from my friend, Jesse Allen Weber. You probably don't know him, but that's not the point. At the end of the e-mail, he signed it "JAW." I don't know about you but I think that's pretty tough sounding.

It gave me this great idea for a tattoo I want to get now. Even though my initials aren't "JAW" I want to get a tattoo across my bicep that has my initials kind of 3-D like, sort of dangling out of the massive JAWs of a big shark. The shark would be all cartoony and crazy looking, with bloodshot eyes, and the teeth would be sinking into the letters with like blood dripping down...

Totally sweet.

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temporary worker.

Feb. 1st, 2006 | 10:40 am
mood: boredtwitchy
music: painful silence

So... I was watching ole W last night telling me, American Citizen, what the state of the union was. Although I never figured out exactly what state we are in. Maybe he was afraid to say...or maybe he just didn't know.

In any case, while I was watching I was trying to imagine what it must be like to be the President. I decided that it must suck real bad. First of all, there is all the pressure of having to make decisions every day that basically impact the entire world. He is supposed to save us from terrorists, deadly viruses, unemployment, crime, poverty, and moral decay. No matter what decisions he does finally make, at least 30% (in most cases probably more) of the population is going to think they are horrible, and that he is horrible.

Maybe that's just the way it has to be. I guess if no one ever thought your decisions were stupid, you would just keep on making dumb decisions and ruin the world.

Maybe our lives should be more democratic. Maybe we should all vote on each others major decisions. For example, I vote that Mike does not jump off that cliff with Jimmy and Jeff. Why should James Mann be the dictator over Mike Adams actions?


Anyway...if anyone has any cures for Chronic Boredom, let me know.


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