Currently listening to: Some spanish song I can't attempt to spell
Currently reading: Rough draft of Midnight Sun (I have an addiction, sir)
Current state of being: Leanin' WAY back on my chair, boots-with-the-fur propped up on my desk, warm & snug
Current state of mind: Happy.
I think I define my present by my past. Which is obvious, I guess. However, rather than trying to imply that my perception of all things is a summation of events prior- what I *mean* to point out is my inability to not look for some sort of... progress. On a daily basis, this can be somewhat frustrating.
Aren't things, when left alone, supposed to go from order to disorder? Well it appears the opposite is true in my life. I move along splendidly towards this vague *thing* until I decide to stick my hands in and 'help'. A little tweak here, some reflection there- and everything falls spectacularly apart. Well... that might be a bit dramatic.
It's the reflection that seems to negate the... progress sometimes.
The... progress can't be felt without reflection.
But if it's the reflection that negates it..?
You can see how this would be problematic. It's hilarious how new me can't help emphasizing with old me.
Anywho. Someone pointed out that I've been an journaler for about a year now and wanted to know which was my favorite journal to date. Hmph. Isn't it erm... convenient for someone with my particular problem to have an almost daily, detailed report of my moody little state of mind back then?
Given the above information, can you believe my surprise when, even given an invitation- I had absolutely no desire to satisfy the gentleman’s request for information? Huh... I’m sure that means something.
I’m sure that means something... good.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
In loving memory
Today I said goodbye to a dear friend of mine.
My beloved purple cougar Babette passed away at approximately 6:40 this morning, December 18th 2008 due to old age and complications arising from a road trip.
She was good car that never let me down. ...Well, except for that time the tire fell off. And... all those transmission *pooooots*. Other than that... never.
Her rust spots and dents, rather than detract from her looks- highlighted her easy going nature and willingness to always partake in an adventure. From the driver’s-side-door-backing-into (one crazy Black Friday up north) to the how-close-am-I-to-that-pole paint smear (we brought a little bit of Chicago home with us that day)- I saw all of her dings and scratches as proof my car was not afraid to take chances.
True to her spirit, Babette agreed to an undertaking that all involved suspected might be too much for the old gal. In order for me to participate in International Fun Fest 2008, someone had to take Norman off my hands for 10days. Due to his prima donna attitude, the only taker was my mother which meant a 6hour road trip up to Duluth and back, yesterday after work.
Seeing no other option, I made the trip- counting on Babette to come through yet again. And she did. Even she wasn’t feeling too well and getting up there in miles- she displayed her amazing perseverance and only let herself tire after pulling into my neighborhood. That’ll do car, that’ll do.
Though never reaching speeds of a hundreds miles per hour, Babette displayed a less compensating kind of confidence- one that came from the satisfaction of knowing she was the first car to get her owner from here to there. With her sassy, leopard print steering wheel cover and jaunty, tirewrecking wobble- she brought a smile to all that rode in her and will be sadly missed by many.
Visitation will take place in the Midtown Parking Ramp from today at 3:30 until I collect enough money to call the towtruck.
<3 Babette
My beloved purple cougar Babette passed away at approximately 6:40 this morning, December 18th 2008 due to old age and complications arising from a road trip.
She was good car that never let me down. ...Well, except for that time the tire fell off. And... all those transmission *pooooots*. Other than that... never.
Her rust spots and dents, rather than detract from her looks- highlighted her easy going nature and willingness to always partake in an adventure. From the driver’s-side-door-backing-into (one crazy Black Friday up north) to the how-close-am-I-to-that-pole paint smear (we brought a little bit of Chicago home with us that day)- I saw all of her dings and scratches as proof my car was not afraid to take chances.
True to her spirit, Babette agreed to an undertaking that all involved suspected might be too much for the old gal. In order for me to participate in International Fun Fest 2008, someone had to take Norman off my hands for 10days. Due to his prima donna attitude, the only taker was my mother which meant a 6hour road trip up to Duluth and back, yesterday after work.
Seeing no other option, I made the trip- counting on Babette to come through yet again. And she did. Even she wasn’t feeling too well and getting up there in miles- she displayed her amazing perseverance and only let herself tire after pulling into my neighborhood. That’ll do car, that’ll do.
Though never reaching speeds of a hundreds miles per hour, Babette displayed a less compensating kind of confidence- one that came from the satisfaction of knowing she was the first car to get her owner from here to there. With her sassy, leopard print steering wheel cover and jaunty, tirewrecking wobble- she brought a smile to all that rode in her and will be sadly missed by many.
Visitation will take place in the Midtown Parking Ramp from today at 3:30 until I collect enough money to call the towtruck.
<3 Babette
Monday, December 15, 2008
Minnesotans should get hazard pay
It's days like this I seriously question the mental sanity of a collective group of people. I mean honestly, isn't -37degrees someone’s way of saying 'Dude... maybe you shouldn’t live here?'
When I went out to start my car this morning, my doors were frozen shut. Not because the car was wet or anything... just because it was that freakin' cold. After fiddling with both doors for a while, I finally managed to pry the passenger door open. Which meant I had to lie across the front seat and *kick* the driver's side door for ten minutes. Due to the door's frozen'ness', I was unable to tell how much open'ness' had been achieved by the aforementioned prying, you see. It would be just my luck to be driving and have the thawed door burst open as I was navigating a particularly difficult turn thus ejecting me out onto the streets into oncoming traffics.
Trust me on that.
Oh-my-freakin-god. It's been hours since I've come in to the hotel and yet I can STILL feel the chill of outside in my bones. My traitorous hands keep trying to cram fattening foodstuffs in my mouth- this weather makes putting on 15lbs and sleeping for a couple months seem completely reasonable. Forget this, dammit. I'm digging out my passport and spending the holidays somewhere warmer.
...like Canada.
When I went out to start my car this morning, my doors were frozen shut. Not because the car was wet or anything... just because it was that freakin' cold. After fiddling with both doors for a while, I finally managed to pry the passenger door open. Which meant I had to lie across the front seat and *kick* the driver's side door for ten minutes. Due to the door's frozen'ness', I was unable to tell how much open'ness' had been achieved by the aforementioned prying, you see. It would be just my luck to be driving and have the thawed door burst open as I was navigating a particularly difficult turn thus ejecting me out onto the streets into oncoming traffics.
Trust me on that.
Oh-my-freakin-god. It's been hours since I've come in to the hotel and yet I can STILL feel the chill of outside in my bones. My traitorous hands keep trying to cram fattening foodstuffs in my mouth- this weather makes putting on 15lbs and sleeping for a couple months seem completely reasonable. Forget this, dammit. I'm digging out my passport and spending the holidays somewhere warmer.
...like Canada.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
'Hey y'all- watch this!'
Have you ever noticed how people turn into complete idiots immediately after the first snow of the year? You get an inch of snow on the ground and suddenly everyone’s student driving their mum’s car again. OMG! What if I’ve discovered a correlation between snow and amnesia previously unthought-of?! What if... what if there’s something going on between ice cream and bike riding too?! I’ll be famous. Heckyes.
Anywho. I’m reminded of those wind puppet guys popular with car dealerships and grocery store openings. You know the ones- arms flailing wildly in the air, streamers for fingers? If they had mouths, you know they’d be going- ‘blaaaaarrrrwahhhhh!!!’ And if they had legs, you know they’d be running a zigzag course through the parking lot. That’s what everyone reminds me of. Except, you know- real. And... in cars and stuff.
Living in Minnesota, I know I’m not at liberty to bitch about the snow. What? Did I think it was going to miss us this year? Yaddayaddayadda. Why don’t I just move if I hate the snow so much? Yaddayaddayadda. I KNOW. I realize I can’t say anything about the snow. So I’m not bitching. About the snow anyways. People’s driving in said snow- different matter entirely.
I made it to work this morning- barely. On a hope and a prayer, mostly. Everywhere I went- every street I turned onto... chaos! Every driver I could see was shaking their fist at someone. When I pulled into my ramp- Stan was already there, shoveling the way. He was shaking his head and had a horrified look on his face- probably sick to death with the thought of the Normandy’s own Yabi on the roads with all these crazeh people. I parked and jumped out of my car to meet Stan who was running over.
‘Oh my freakin’ god! Did you see that Stan? Can you believe everybody??’
‘Give me your keys Kell.’
‘I almost died liked 5 times!! It’s like they sent out a memo to half the drivers in Minneapolis telling them to drive on the wrong side of the road or something!’
‘Keys Kell- now.’
I’m confused but start to hand them over when a terrible suspicion starts to dawn on me. Oh no. *I’m* the crazy idiot, forgot-how-to-drive-in-the-snow driver.
Stan says I can have my keys back as soon as the plows come out.
Oops.
Anywho. I’m reminded of those wind puppet guys popular with car dealerships and grocery store openings. You know the ones- arms flailing wildly in the air, streamers for fingers? If they had mouths, you know they’d be going- ‘blaaaaarrrrwahhhhh!!!’ And if they had legs, you know they’d be running a zigzag course through the parking lot. That’s what everyone reminds me of. Except, you know- real. And... in cars and stuff.
Living in Minnesota, I know I’m not at liberty to bitch about the snow. What? Did I think it was going to miss us this year? Yaddayaddayadda. Why don’t I just move if I hate the snow so much? Yaddayaddayadda. I KNOW. I realize I can’t say anything about the snow. So I’m not bitching. About the snow anyways. People’s driving in said snow- different matter entirely.
I made it to work this morning- barely. On a hope and a prayer, mostly. Everywhere I went- every street I turned onto... chaos! Every driver I could see was shaking their fist at someone. When I pulled into my ramp- Stan was already there, shoveling the way. He was shaking his head and had a horrified look on his face- probably sick to death with the thought of the Normandy’s own Yabi on the roads with all these crazeh people. I parked and jumped out of my car to meet Stan who was running over.
‘Oh my freakin’ god! Did you see that Stan? Can you believe everybody??’
‘Give me your keys Kell.’
‘I almost died liked 5 times!! It’s like they sent out a memo to half the drivers in Minneapolis telling them to drive on the wrong side of the road or something!’
‘Keys Kell- now.’
I’m confused but start to hand them over when a terrible suspicion starts to dawn on me. Oh no. *I’m* the crazy idiot, forgot-how-to-drive-in-the-snow driver.
Stan says I can have my keys back as soon as the plows come out.
Oops.
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