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[09 Nov 2006|12:59am] |
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So I've been playing with Vox, and I have to admit, I'm hooked. What a great excuse to give my digital camera a workout. So for the time being at least, I'll be crossposting. If you're just a casual reader and not a LJ user, might I suggest checking out my Vox instead because it will be illustrated and much spiffier. That is all. www.colecakes.vox.com
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[08 Nov 2006|12:13pm] |
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Although I hate MySpace with a passion, it is good for finding out that pretty much everyone I graduated with is a gigantic loser. Way to go Appalachia...looked like we were all going to college and doing something good, but you never let me down.
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| Red and Blue |
[08 Nov 2006|12:21am] |
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And my issues with narcolepsy continue...tonight I fell asleep and missed the entire Colbert half of the combined Daily Show/Colbert report election special. As for the election, I didn't vote as it seemed pointless to drive three hours to do so and I forgot to request an absentee ballot. I'm glad to see some democrats for a change. I'm a registered democrat, as is most everyone from the Ohio Valley. When I worked the polls in West Bellaire in high school for the primary, we had three Republicans all day and we made fun of them after they left. Regardless of my party, I'm a straight down the middle moderate. I would love to see either Barak Obama or Giuliani in '08. The issue that probably influences my decisions most is the fact that I'm pro-life. That doesn't stop at abortion-I am also strongly anti-death penalty. And anti-Iraq, since that seems to be strongly anti-life. Anywho, enough of my half-formed politcal philosophy, I'm just elated Blackwell didn't get governor. Also, my man Charlie Wilson got Congressman for the 6th district (back home) which made me smile. He used to come to events at the Capitol Music Hall when I worked there in high school, and always got a Corona and lime and tipped well. Ron Anderson would always say "Kids, he's a good man. When you're old enough to vote, remember Charlie." He always struck me as a nice man, and I think his politcs are pretty good as well.
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| Think of me with you, silent and resigned |
[07 Nov 2006|12:18am] |
Ack. I'm so tired. Maybe sleep is cumulative, and I'm making up for lost time, but I really can't get enough of it. I fall asleep during tv shows and classes. Of course, I also have been having uncharacteristic moments of manic energy, which I've mostly put to use cleaning the boy's apartment. I spend a lot of time there, and it needed some help. Not sure what my malfunction is. Still feeling the time change?
Today, Grant and I made a trip back to Marysville to have dinner with his family and pick up some things he needed. I'm really starting to love that trip. It's not so much the destination (although that's really nice too) but the actual drive. There's something very safe and cosy about speeding through the cornfields at night with someone you care about, singing loud and off key to every song on the radio. Well, I'm spend. That's all you get. Except a poem, because it's Monday.
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[05 Nov 2006|10:35pm] |
Wow. It was an eventful weekend. I have a lot of catching up to do. I also have a lot of catching up to do on sleep, hence why I'm home and posting at 10:30. Lately I just can't seem to get enough sleep. I think I'm getting sick-ish, but I don't want to jinx myself. I suppose I should just kill the OJ big time (perhaps in the form of fuzzy navels).
Anyway, Friday Grant and I went to see Borat, which is quite possible the funniest movie ever. Really. It is. Go see it.
Saturday, Marie and I went to the State cross country meet, only to see my boys take fifth overall in D3 and Natalie take fourth individually. I'm not sure if that is as good as they were expecting, but in my eyes it seems like a huge accomplishment (considering four short years ago just making it to state seemed an impossibility). It was great to see all the high school people, and to see my parents and brother again. I ended up sitting next to Mrs. Lawrence, my high school calculus teacher. The last time I saw her I had a fuzzy navel in hand at Annie's graduation party. She does seem to pop up in the oddest places.
Marie and I met up with Holly and Camren at the meet, then went to Lancaster to watch the OSU game with those two and Chris. It was so teriffic to see Holly again, and Camren is getting so big! It's hard to believe Holly and Chris are only my age. They are so responsible...their lives seem miles away from mine, but I suppose that's what having a baby will do to you.
In addition to all the other people it was great to see, it was nice to spend some time with Marie. I always have so much fun with her, but it seems like we don't get a chance to hang out too much. I suppose we'll have plenty of time to catch up in Jamaica (which is sure sneaking up on me quickly). We talked about a road trip this summer. I hope it really happens, roadtripping has always been a dream of mine.
Saturday night, Squeak, Lauren, Rob, and Krista met up with us apartment-rats at the boys for a night of Monty Python. <3 that movie, but by that point I was exhausted and getting grumpy, so the night didn't live up to its full potential.
I made tacos today (with some help from Grant). I know, maybe it's not "real" cooking, but they turned out very well. Indistinguishable from my dad's, which is my standard for good cooking. Winter quarter I hope to expand my horizons into the real of food which doesn't come in a box :-)
Right. Well. Now my fingers are tired and I'm running out of words. Sleep!
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[02 Nov 2006|11:48pm] |
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Human beings are not meant to sleep at this hour, even when they must work at 8:00. Sigh. Insomnia.
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| Phew...that about covers it |
[02 Nov 2006|12:59am] |
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Today, in the "Nicole is irrationally paranoid" or the "step back and examine your life" department, depending on your point of view, I had the living excrement scared out of me. I was walking home from work around 10:00, and got to the little hill before the bridge which seperates campus from the residential area (for non WSU-ers.) I see that everyone else on the bridge is standing still, looking either confused or terrified. A red light is shining in the distance. Then a voice calls out "Don't move or you'll get shot". I had absolutely no idea what to do. I thought about running and hiding under the bridge in the wooded area, but the adage safety in numbers came to mind. In fact, all I could really think about was running...I could get them in the long run, but on a sprint, I would be out of luck. A few seconds later a guy in a hoodie came sprinting by. I thought he was some brave soul running from the "gunman", but a few seconds later, he was pursued by a cop. I'm assuming the cop would be the one yelling about getting shot, and the man was a suspect of some sort, but I had no way to know that in the dark. It was kind of weird, because in my library adventures earlier in the day, I was wandering aimlessly, musing what life might be like without me, and who would be sad/etc. if I died. I think of those things occasionally, not out of morbidity, but rather out of curiosity. It was an entirely different situation when a few hours later I was faced with what I at the time thought might be life or death. When I realized what had really happened, first I got a giggling fit, then I couldn't stop crying. I had some other things I wanted to write today, but everything else kind of paled in comparison.
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| The only emperor is the emperor of icecream |
[01 Nov 2006|12:22am] |
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Once again, a day filled with pleasant surprises...treats rather than tricks if you will (though I'd rather not, as that's so cute it's nauseating). I got a package from my parentals, a dinner invitation from Lauren, and shanghaid against my will into an ice cream run with Marie, Rachel, Rob, and Scott. I'm tempted to go into excruciating detail of said outing pursuant to Rob's entry, but alas, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
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| our souls on glory of spilt bourbon float |
[31 Oct 2006|12:33am] |
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My flip flops, infamously lost at the pink and black party, made their triumphant return today. I wish I had some teriffic story as to where they were...I always kind of suspected Andy in some sort of nefarious plot...he giggled like a school girl every time I bitched about losing them. Alas, they were simply behind the couch at the boys.
I got a great surprise today. My aunt and uncle mailed me a big box full of Halloween goodies. They've always made me a treat bag since I was a little kid, and now that I'm in college, they mail it. It's kind of funny how something so little can really make your day. It's easy to forget my whole crazy extended family when I'm at school, but they're a huge part of my life. It's nice to remember you're loved.
It is such a beautiful night. I don't know why besides it's warm and everything smells of leaves and fall. I suppose I had a quasi-American Beauty moment on the way home. I wish I smoked so I had an excuse to go outside and enjoy it. If I wasn't so concerned with appearances and I could break through my own stubborn stupidity, I would take my long-neglected paper journal out on the back balcony and enjoy it a little. Unfortunately, I know myself better than that.
When I was at Meijers today, I was thinking how odd my food preferences have become now that I buy my own stuff. Partly out of taste, and partly out of price, I've developed a taste for Faygo raspberry lemonade, anise flavored lady fingers, and Haagen Dagz Bailey's Irish Cream, none of which I'd ever tried before college.
As promised, the Monday poem. I couldn't find one that had anything to do with my mood tonight, so I fell back on one that I like when I'm "angry at the library" as Grant would say.
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| It's all over now and it sure is Monday |
[30 Oct 2006|12:54am] |
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Whew. That was weird. I just got a passing nocturnal urge to clean my room, and for once acted on it. On the whole, I've been extremely productive today. I even cooked my first meal ever that didn't involve opening a bag of something. It wasn't exactly filet mignon...in fact, more like mushroom soup chicken with rice. A little too Americano for my taste, but not bad for a first attempt. I'm pretty sure we won't get salmonella anyway, so that's a start. The Rice Krispie Treats I made for dessert were a big hit at least.
This weekend has been interesting. It seemed both very long, and very short at the same time. Saturday morning we made a bit of a roadtrip to Marysville to take Clarky-poo home. That night we celebrated Nicky's 21st at Logan's, then had a bit of a get together back at her apartment. It was fun to see people I haven't hung out with in awhile. Personally, I rocked the little to no effort Halloween costume...I found a shirt that said "I'm not evil, just misunderstood" in the boys section at Meijers...it looked beautiful with my horns and tail. We left early though...to be honest, I was just plain tuckered out. People keep asking me what we did when we went home as if I had some teriffic plans...I went to bed at midnight.
Just a note. The Steelers lost, and I'm aware of that. No need to remind me :-) But this year is teaching me a lot of things...first of all, that there are an extraordinary number of fair-weather fans out there. It pisses me off to see everyone counting out the team and Ben, and discounting all the things we've done in the past. Yeah, I'll bitch and whine when we lose, but I'll never throw out my loyalty. The Steelers are a classy organization with an awesome history and an awesome future. A few roadblocks, or one bad season, don't make them any less of a team. I'll bleed black and gold til the day I die. If you want to tell me we suck, that's okay, I can deal with it. After all, most of you meanies are Browns and Bengals, both teams with extensive experience in sucking. *End rant.* Sleep, I suppose.
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[28 Oct 2006|10:37am] |
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Just thought of something from a few days ago I wanted to share before I forget. You know you're a liberal arts major when (on multiple occasions) the professor gets fed up because no one is answering his questions, empties his pocket, and offers a "shiny dime" to the person who answers it correctly. Last time he was annoyed because he only had pennies with him.
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[28 Oct 2006|12:45am] |
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Today was not only good, it was excellent. I felt like I belonged here at Wright State today. That was quite the accomplishment, as I question that sometimes. Obviously, Pitt would have been a good option for me, and I would have also liked to consider a major/minor in Italian American studies at OSU. Instead I find myself taking up a dead end major at a so-so school in the middle of a city that is essentially the Wheeling economy without the hills and river to make it pretty. But I digress. Today I felt as if I was right in choosing WSU. I was all over capus with my jobs, and everywhere I went people had hugs and greetings for me. It was very reassuring.
I've had Asleep by the Smiths stuck in my head for a few days. I've loved that song ever since I read about it in The Perks of Being A Wallflower (I also loved that book.) I kept meaning to pick up the album (The World Won't Listen) but I forgot, so I bought it just now on Napster. If you've never heard Asleep, for God's sake listen to it. It's so haunting...what an amazing song. I hope the rest of the album is as good
Our Waffle House waitress tonight gave me a paper Waffle House hat. Rock on for good servers.
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[26 Oct 2006|11:06pm] |
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Today has been unexpectedly happy. I slept until 11:30 which might have been what made it happy. The sleep deprivation I didn't realize I was suffering from might have been what made yesterday sad. I don't know. Anyway, Clarky-poo (Grant's brother) is in town, and that's exciting. He's rather a fun kid. I wish I could have stayed around later but I have to work at the butt crack of dawn. Hence, I'll give that sleep thing a try now.
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[26 Oct 2006|12:28am] |
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Paper: turned in.
Meltdown: came tonight in the aftermath. Happily, only a mini-one, easily solved, and unleashed on poor Grant.
Mood: blank. Emotions are absent.
In this moment: A pint of Haagen-Dazs Bailey's Irish Cream and an interesting novel
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[25 Oct 2006|12:33am] |
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The highlight of today may have been making use of the trash can in Russ for a sweet game of crumpled-paper basketball. That being said, I'm sure you can imply what the rest of the day was like. At any rate, I went from not having a thesis statement this morning to having 7.5 pages of an 8-10 page English paper done tonight. Tomorrow, I just need to edit it, slap on a conclusion, and then get so drunk I forget how to even speak English, let alone analyze English literature. It's days like this that fill me chock full of self-doubt: How does my thorough knowledge of religion in slave narratives help me get a job? Why am I so bad at sitting down and actually getting to work? Why is it that my Napster seems to play Constant Craving constantly? Does this mean I have some sort of hidden lesbian tendencies that only Napster knows about? Anywho, it hurt, but it's done. I shared some celebratory hash browns at the Waffle House with Grant, and now I'm ready for some well-deserved sleep.
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[24 Oct 2006|02:02pm] |
The first time I heard this song it made me cry. It just came on again and I forgot how much I loved it. It encompasses my life philosophy just about perfectly.
Something Worth Leaving Behind-LeAnn Womack
Hey Monalisa, who was Leonardo?
Was he Andy Warhol?
Were you Marilyn Monroe
Hey Mozart, what kind of name is Amadeus
It's kinda like Elvis
You gotta die to be famous
I may not go down in history
I just want someone to remember me
I'll probably never hold a brush
that paints a masterpiece
Probably never find a pen
that writes a symphony
But if I will love then I will find
That I have touched another life
And that's something
Something worth leaving behind
Hey Midas you say you have the magic touch
But even all that shiny stuff
Someday is gonna turn to dust
Hey Jesus it must have been some Sunday morning
In a blaze of glory
We're still tellin' your story
I may not go down in history
I just want someone to remember me
I'll probably never dream a dream
and watch it turn to gold
I know I'll never lose my life
to save another soul
But, if I will love then I will find
That I have touched another life
And that's something
Something worth leaving behind
Hey baby see the future that we're building
Our love lives on in the lives of our children
And that's something
Something worth leaving behind
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[24 Oct 2006|12:49pm] |
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I'd like to state that I am completely useless. I will do anything to avoid real work. I serve no real purpose to myself or anyone else.
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| A poem to counteract the Monday |
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Well today was a nice respite and a bit of normalcy before all hell breaks loose tomorrow.
The world seems a little weird lately. I don't think anything changed, and I'm not sure I really changed, but something is different. I don't think I'm upset about it, I don't feel like eating souls...I just feel like I'm about half a step behind. Hmm...
And now for a poetic interlude. I think maybe this will become a regular Monday feature.
I Am Not Yours-Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon.
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright.
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love-put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
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[23 Oct 2006|09:26am] |
"The word "genius" isn't applicable in football. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein." -
--Joe Theisman
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[22 Oct 2006|01:09am] |
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And the theme of the day is procrastination. I got up early with the express intent of doing some homework. Instead, I wasted eight or nine hours. I'm not really sure how I did that even. Tomorrow NEEDS to be productive. I'm out of options and out of time.
Tonight was really fun. I went to a bonfire at Jeremy's house. It was great catching up with some people I haven't seen for awhile...Brad, Mike Allbright, Jay, Jeremy, Trish Thompson, Julia, and a few others. It didn't last too late which made me a little sad. I could sit around a fire with good company shooting the shit forever. Dave, Jer, Trish, and I were the late stayers. I love being outside. The stars were great tonight, and it was crispy and autumnal out. Something about wood smoke...I found myself craving a cigar because it reminded me so much of summer nights with Uncle Gary, Dad, and Columbo sitting around a fire listening to the men folk tell stories. Funny how senses are connected like that.
I blogged awhile back about my new baby cousin Lucy. She's having a lot of health problems, most recently strokes and seizures. You praying types, please keep her in your prayers. Thanks!
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