"Countdown" written by Springfaerie on estrip.org

10/05/04 01:22 - ID#34951

Countdown

This is probably going to be a two part post. The first part being about the Wedding. the Wedding has taken up my consciousness for the better part of a year and a half and I can't believe that as of Saturday, it will be over. So much hype, so much drama, so much planning, and so much prettiness and all will be over once my father, the ceremony officiant says, "I now pronounce you man and wife..." and then it's over. Then I must shift gears from this the Wedding to the other the Wedding, which will take place in February. I really don't know when I will be myself again or how I shall be once both are over and my life is back to normal but for the change in my friends' marital status and last names. I think that I shall go through wedding withdrawal far more than the brides if only because my whole existence has been in this mode for so long. Things to think about. Have to fly so part duex will have to wait until later.

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09/22/04 12:19 - ID#34950

Cause of the Mysterious Bitchiness

It's a funny thing... I work in an office full of women. There are no men except for the financial advisor and he's only there for 2 days. As a result, we are pretty intune to each other. Yesterday, I was informed that it was extraordinarily obvious when my menstrual cycle is going to begin. Now, I've always known that the week before I turn into the queen bitch of the universe. I get so mean and snappish and nasty that I can't stand to be around myself. It kind of builds up to this big hormonal climax and then the period begins and I'm back to my sweet, seemingly normal self in a couple of days. Now, I know that my co-workers also know. It's funny because it happens so gradually, builds so slowly that I don't even notice what's going on until I either realize my own bitchiness and then look at the calendar and correlate, or someone else points it out to me and then I feel really bad. I don't know if there's anything I can do about it but if you think about it, there must be a reason for it as it's fairly universal, at least amongst the women I know, that just prior to the menstrual cycle beginning, we turn into emotional, hormonal nightmares! If you are female that that doesn't happen to, you don't know what you're missing! I haven't decided if you're lucky or not.

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09/15/04 01:13 - ID#34949

Evil in all its forms

I read a headline on the BBC news that disturbed me greatly. I am an animal lover, in the extreme. My brothers and I even have a special "voice" that we talk to our cats in, and other people's cats, and dogs, and pretty much anything that's living and breathing that isn't a human. We even make up songs to sing to out cats. I read this headline and knew I couldn't read the article itself because it would make me very upset. A puppy, an innocent, little puppy, had to be put to sleep after some teenagers decided to use it like a soccer ball and kick it around the park. It was left blind and brain dead. I just don't understand why someone would do that. It was like a pack mentality and those evil little shits did that to a helpless, little puppy. In England, people are very rabid over animal rights, far more so than here. I hope those evil children are dealt with very, very harshly!

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09/15/04 11:57 - ID#34948

Reflections

Do you ever wonder where the hell you are going in life? I'm sure you do,we all do at some point, but I never used to. When I was about 19, I was arrogant enough to KNOW where I was going and what I was doing and well, of course it was going to happen because that is what I willed. 7 years later, I'm no where near I envisioned that I would be and it's hard because there are times when I look around at people I know or people that are my age and I think to myself, "Why didn't I do THAT instead of THIS? And then I would be THERE instead of HERE." Obviously, that wasn't meant to be. And everyonce in a while, I ask myself if I would really change any of the decisions, or lack of decisions, that I've made in my life, if I could, and the answer is No. My decisions, or lack of decisions,have made me who I am today, a person just trying to figure out what the hell is going on in her life. I'm scared and excited and no where near as arrogant as I used to be, although some people might disagree with that last one, but it is true. I think about that girl I was at 19, and although I am her, she is not me. I think if I could meet her, I would probably slap her and tell her to get over herself!

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09/14/04 12:15 - ID#34947

Why DO I post?

Paul asked a question on his blog, "Why do You post?" and it got me to thinking, Why do I Post? I like to write. Actually, "Like" is a HUGE understatement, I Love to write, I live to write. Writing is like breathing for me, which is how singing is for me, too, but that is not the question at hand.

I think I like to post because when I have odd, random thoughts, or ideas, or feel like I'm going to explode and there's no one else to talk to, but there's always the Elmwoodstrip. I'm not a traditional journaler. I enjoy it, and there is something about putting pen to paper and purging what's going on inside one's brain, however, I'm just not one of those people who can do it every day. It's seems to be too much resposibility. But this is different. And probably because I journal at work, A LOT! It's often not busy, and it's in times like those when the thoughts start to flow and I have to get them out and low and behold, There's the E-Strip!

It's sort of like "Old Faithful" except that it's not that old.

And that My Friends, is why *I* post!

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09/12/04 09:22 - ID#34946

flapper fun in the 21st century

Time to tell everyone of the play by play of the *oh so fabulous* bachelorette party for my dear, lovely friend, Miss Trisha, soon to be Mrs. Trisha. (Whoa! Was that Weird to write!) From what I remember, and despite the amount of alcohol I drank I actually remember quite a lot. It started as your nice, nice party full of women, many of whom were married and more "family". Nice people and it was fun but the party officially began when TK, Terry, Chamile, Sarah, and Tina arrived, looking dapper and dandy. Is it just me, or is TK not a walking party unto himself. I think he could be at a funeral and make it a raucus good time. Add Terry to that mix and my God! What a good time we had! When we finally got to the going out stage, and Paul and Matthew, joined us, the good times rolled right along from Frizzy's down to the Underground for a kick ass Cosmo and some fabulous dancin'. Let's not forget the group photo on the steps of the Mansion on Delaware! I can't wait to see it. Trish, could you kindly send me a copy? But I digress... And then it was back to Allen and the Old Pink.

To some up the night for me, I lost my wallet and broke a shoe and spent all of Saturday recovering, and I definitely needed to recover! I woke up Saturday and felt like Death, and Trisha has the picture to prove it! What a kick ass time!

And I can't believe I rated a Paul e-strip mention! Paul, if I haven't told you, you Rock! We need to hang out more!

More about more stuff later.

Ciao.

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08/26/04 05:47 - ID#34945

Sleeping Nude

When I was younger, high school through college age, I had this thing about sleeping nude. Even though I was in my room, in my bed, by myself, I was embarrassed about sleeping in the nude. The only time I would sleep nude was after a night of heavy drinking in which I would come home, drink a large glass of water and eat about 4 slices of bread, then go to my room and promptly strip and go to sleep. But other than my drunken sleeps, I wouldn't dare to sleep in the nude. Then last summer in NYC, something changed. I don't know if it was the fact that it was so damnedably humid in my apartment or what, but I discovered the joy of sleeping in the nude. I still like my pajamas, don't get me wrong, but on those hot, humid nights, or those drunken stupors, there's nothing quite like getting naked!

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08/19/04 05:33 - ID#34944

Get this!

Apparently, female soldiers can get free breast implants! And I thought the story about the bear that drank 36 cans of beer was out there! I just had to share what our tax dollars are going for. Free breast implants.

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08/13/04 01:38 - ID#34943

nauseating moment

I have to get this off of my chest, and hopefully settle my stomach at the same time. Last week, one of the bank customers, a regular, asked me out. Sound flattering? Except for the fact that he's a gross old man, older than my father. He always sort of gave me the willies, but as he seemed harmless enough, I was my usual bubbly self- too many years of work at the Disney Store rubbed off. So last week he asked me out, I dodged it, replying that I'm not allowed to date customers, which isn't true, but he doesn't know that. I just didn't want to hurt his feelings. He responded with "I'm probably old enough to be your daddy." The fact that he actually used the word "daddy" creeped me out, as well as nauseated me, and everytime I thought about it all weekend, I would get that same sick feeling in my stomach. Everyone I told about it would laugh and say, "Well, did you look up his bank account and see how much money he has?" Sorry, not funny!
So, he comes into the bank this morning and I don't want to wait on him, ever again. And the girl next to me gets up and leaves her cubicle so I have to wait on him, or it will seem like I don't want to, which I don't. He asks me what I'm doing next week, I'm business like and just replied that I don't know but I'll be kept busy. And then he says something like, "I know, you can't date customers, not that you would date me anyway. But I've got the money, honey" My answer was a very frank, "I'm 26." He replies, "Yes, and your good looking. Before you know it, you'll be 62." What the Hell is that supposed to mean?! As he walks away, he says, "I'll see you next week!" I'll be diving under my desk like it's a bad sitcom! So now, I have knots in my stomach and I can't get rid of this general feeling of icki-ness. I hope it passes soon, but I doubt it.

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08/10/04 03:43 - ID#34942

the Violence of the Young

I read an article about Japanese children that have a problem with sudden bursts of rage. It spoke of an eleven year old girl who lured her friend, who was twelve, into an empty classroom where she slit her throat with a box cutter and then kicked her head and body while she bled to death. When she walked into the classroom all covered in blood, she said in perfect calm, "This isn't my blood". That's when they discovered the other girl's body. All of this because the girl, her friend, teased her on the internet about being chubby. And then later, the girl who killed her friend, wanted to apologize to her for what she had done, because she couldn't comprehend that by committing the deed, she had ended her friend's life. It seems that there is a serious problem among the young in Japan not comprehending the finality of such actions because they are so accustomed to just starting the game over. Psychologists also sited the fact that these children live in small, crowded apartment builidings and don't own pets so they never get the chance to learn about the finality of death at a young age.

I read this story and chilled me. It's a different society, half a world away and yet, they also have this issue with rage in their children and those children committing unspeakable acts against each other. I feel lucky that I didn't grow up in such an age, but I genuinely fear for the future with children like these on the rise. In our already war torn world, what will it become with them as adults?

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