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October 20th, 2005

12:45 pm: Poetic Genius
Seeing as my journal is in sore need of an update...inserted is a bizarre yet hilarious poem!

"Death of a Fuzzball", Amanda Bourne

Squirrel, lying in the street
like a pancake
What was it that killed you-
Michelin, Goodyear, Bridgestone?
Or perhaps brands from Canadian Tire?
What was the make and model
of that which silenced you?
Toyota, Mazda, Cadillac, Pontiac?
A domestic car?
or an import?
As I drive by you, I think these things
and feel remorse
You lay there, a testament to all squirrels
with the hopes that one day you can run
across the highway
free and safe.


Current Mood: crazycrazy
Current Music: the living soundtrack of a university library

June 18th, 2005

11:05 pm: Finally...
And so it's Father's Day tomorrow. To celebrate, Dad is going back to the Motherland for a much needed vacation away from his wife and adult brats (read: me). I was recently talking to a lady who was the same nationality as my father. She said that no matter how nicely people treated her, she always felt like a stranger here. I'm sure my father feels the same way. Ironically, I feel like a stranger here myself. Ah, once-beautiful Europe. Why did we ever leave you?

There is also some good news for me. I've finally been hired at long last. No more irritating interviews where the smug/impatient/loopy manager drills me with inane questions. Such as "If you entered an elevator, and all the people on it were facing the back; what would you do?"

The pay may not be great but work is work is work. To use the tired cliche, beggars cannot be choosers. I'm just sorry it took me so long to find it. I could have been a lot richer at this present moment. Yes, money may not technically buy happiness. But you know what DOESN'T buy happiness. Poverty, my friends.

Current Mood: draineddrained
Current Music: "Money", Flying Lizards

June 13th, 2005

08:23 pm: Unemployment Depression
I'm tired of feeling like (and being treated as) shit because I can't get a job. Even though I have another interview tomorrow, that's not good enough for the bloody family. My father especially takes great relish in bitching at me for supposed laziness. He keeps demanding that I go out and join the fucking summer militia. Yeah, Dad, I really have this strong, masochistic desire to be gang-raped by a bunch of macho pricks in uniform.

I hope they hire me on the spot tomorrow so I won;t have to continue to slowly lose my dignity and sanity.

Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
Current Music: "Rebellion", The Arcade Fire

June 3rd, 2005

01:30 am: Hot Water! Clear-ish Skin! Dracula RPG!
Water Update: What the title said! No longer will I have to risk hypothermia by washing my hair in liquid one degree away from the freezing point. Go me! I tell you, one seldom realizes how much she relies on modern technology under it's taken away.

Proactiv Update: There's definitely happier pores on my face.

Dracula Update: I shall probably update theborgopass sometime later today, probably with some discussion as to the future Dracula-based RPG I have been considering putting into action (I'm a geek, yes). There may also be pictures of Romania, provided I get the opportunity to fire up the ole scanner.</b></a>

Current Mood: quixoticquixotic
Current Music: "Temptation", Tiger Army

June 1st, 2005

03:23 am: FREAKS
Men are freaks.
We'll never understand them.
They're just too complicated.
Or maybe we are.
Maybe we should quit trying.
We could just give up.
But that's not going to happen.
Men are freaks.
We date freaks.


_Smiling Kat, March 16th 2001

Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
Current Music: "Shatterday", Vendetta Red

May 31st, 2005

12:03 am: Urbanhermitgirl: Hygeine Nazi
Eventually exhaustion overtook me last night and I went to bed. No word from whats-his-face.

The water-heater downstairs has taken its last figurative breath and shuddered and died. I personally don't mind cold water, but my whiny ass of a brother declares he won't shower until the thing is fixed or a replacement is found.

"But what if that doesn't happen for weeks?", I ask.

"Well, then I'll have to go without!", was the stubborn response.

No, he won't. Not on my watch. Once he passes the three day mark of bodily ripe-ness, I'll either be throwing him in the shower-stall and digging a six foot whole in the yard.



Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated
Current Music: "Pornography", Client

May 30th, 2005

02:42 am: Two Shameful Secrets In One Night
I must confess I'm a helpless victim of marketing. Since, for reasons mysterious and unknown, my skin has been breaking out pretty badly, I've gone and bought myself the Proactiv skin-care solution. Not only have such immortal celebrities such as Jessica Simpson (*gag*) and Sean no-way-am-I-fucking-calling-him-P-Diddy Combs (*hurl*) testified to its miraculousness, but I appears to have done good things for my friend's face as well. But I'll tell ya, acne-free skin don't come cheap. Not cheap at all.

You readers may wonder why I'm up at this ungodly hour. It's because of a man. I am purposely depriving myself of much needed sleep because  there's a chance I might hear from him. Yep, waiting up for a man to contact me. The more I think about what I'm doing, the less sane I feel. Gah!

Of course, as many of you ladies know, a good fella (or hell, even an amusing one) isn't exactly easy to find. So when I meet one, I tend to pounce like a starving lioness that has caught sight of a plump zebra in the grasslands.

Looking back at that analogy makes me wonder if I'm going to become a cougar in my old age. We'll see.


Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Current Music: "Julia", Essex Green

May 28th, 2005

08:30 pm: "I woke up this morning and I just hated everything."
Title courtesy of the "Lara Croft -Tomb Raider" film.
For reasons I can't even understand myself, I've given my pseudo-private journal a complete cosmetic (and written) overhaul. Pretty, isn't it?

Incidentally, I've also returned from Romania. Good times. I all but ate and drank my way around the country. A lot of poverty and delapitation in the cities, but the countryside was gorgeous and the locals were lovely people for the most part. I already miss the Turkish coffee; it's far superior to the week-old swill they serve you at the drive-through places in this country. If I'm so inclined, I may just post some pictures of the highlights of my trip on this page.

Current Mood: nostalgicnostalgic
Current Music: "Halo Star", Black Tape For a Blue Girl
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