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see you there.

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i am at the end of a chapter. maybe the end of an entire book. the awkward bumps and fits that were me, settling into being a new yorker again? they're pretty much over. i live here. i was born very nearby, i was raised very nearby. i am home.i have learned some painful lessons since i have been here about friendship and relationships in general. i have had to let people go - new friends and

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so, j.d. salinger has passed on. i knew it would be soon. i knew he was born in 1919. i knew he was old. and now that he's gone, the one hope and prayer i have is that the man has some completed and publishable manuscripts. please. please. please. i have been waiting since i was 16 years old to read another book by jerome david salinger, and i knew it would never happen, as long as he lived.i

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I gave up on posting every day because I ran out of things to say. I placed a hold request for a book at the library and there are 52 other hold requests in front of me. If everyone that held it gets it, I will be able to read the book in approximately two years. Not really, because the library does own 4 copies. And there are also inter-library loans, which are also currently all checked out. So

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i'm looking forward to a friday, a weekend, and a short little drive on sunday. i'm thankful for my darling rico, who makes my life better just by being in it.i'm thankful for people.they surprise you, if you will let your guard down long enough.xoaims

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it's reader. professional reader.i used to be one, once upon a time. i was blessedly able to read, absorb, proof, and edit for about three years. the problem with doing it for a living is that by the time i was done, i did not want to read another word. that meant that my hobby of reading became nonexistent. when i was little? i used to read shampoo bottles in the shower. that's how much i loved

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Why does my neck still ache, 6 days later? Why does the shower head start dripping and never stop? Why haven't I written a book, if all I can seem to do lately is sneer at predictable plots and weak character development? Why are Hershey's Kisses so irresistible to me? Last night, no kidding, Eric asked me if I was going to get my hair cut, or "do something so that it doesn't look like a tail." I

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I'm beat. My brain is fried. Work is... sapping all of my brain power. When I get home, all I can do is read. Or stare at the computer screen. Tonight I finished reading an old favorite - Franny and Zooey. It's one I've read several times, and one I was almost positive that I owned. However, I had to check it out of the library. I must have either lost it or given it away. I have moved too many

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...is probably just to show you. This is how I have felt during the past few weeks at work. By Friday I feel like I have been through a meat grinder a couple of times. nataliedee.com

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I had a great phone conversation today, and it sparked some ideas in my brain for some writing projects. In addition to that, I realized that I have kind of developed some best practices for relationships. They might seem to be common sense. Believe me, they are not.Be yourself.Be honest.Talk about expectations. Let expectations go, when necessary.Be willing to admit you're unreasonable at

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-9120089916752555732010-01-15T23:48:00.003-05:002010-01-15T23:55:12.102-05:00

yeah. so, before we got engaged, eric told me he would only propose if i referred to him as my fianCE. with a flourish. not if i pronounced it like beyonce. isn't that odd?anyway. i just got like, a ten minute shoulder and neck rum. rub. i can hardly keep my eyes open, and then i remembered that i forgot to post. we just finished watching rachel getting married, which was good and weird. it made

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-70411743835512686952010-01-14T20:15:00.002-05:002010-01-14T20:21:46.039-05:00

I woke up this morning with extreme neck pain. Not just "I slept funny" kind of pain. It was involuntary muscle spasm, doubled over in pain kind of pain. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move. I could barely blink. Or swallow. The slightest movement sent me into a spasm so painful that I had to cry out in pain. Tears were rolling down my face. It was terrible. I can't imagine what it must be

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It was kind of packaged inside of other compliments."You're a special person. You're not like other people..You're like... a deep sea diver of life. You just go out there every day and do what needs to be done. You're out there, in your mask and your oxygen tank, and you're swimming with the sharks...You just put one foot in front of the other, and you do what needs to be done. You write in your

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-46751053367204203832010-01-12T21:51:00.003-05:002010-01-12T22:08:26.606-05:00

So, I'm noticing that, although I have been able to gain a great deal of ground in the energy department, I am still feeling the effects of The Mono. I am back to working full time and I have been since the first week of December. I'm thankful for that, but I am definitely nowhere near the me I am used to being.I need obscene amounts of sleep. I get tired quickly. I have very little emotional or

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-74989600114913917262010-01-11T20:01:00.002-05:002010-01-11T20:04:43.794-05:00

I watched Precious on Saturday. It's real, and then it's real some more. It should be required viewing for everyone in this country.

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I'm tired, I already don't want to get up tomorrow, and I'm consumed with dread about the coming of the dawn. I spent the day hiding from the world, and I really really want to continue to do so. At least I posted it.Thank you and goodnight.

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sleep inlounge around for hourseat a bageldrink too much coffeecatch a movie at the independent cinemameet up with a friendhang out at a coffee shopeat snackslisten to chill music and think, write, blog, or just relax and stare off into spaceFYI, I did all of these things today, which should make it one of the best Saturdays I've had in a long time. I needed it so badly. I'm learning the Northern

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I am going to try to get this post together as quickly and as coherently as possible. That might be a challenge, considering that I left the house at 6:45 AM and have just returned at about 11:30 PM. I spent the day taking Eric's mom to get her heart catheterization procedure re-done so that the surgeon could check the stent. It could have been a half-day trip, but the entry site at her artery

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Eric got me started. It's something I used to do by myself all the time. Somehow, over time, I just fell out of the habit.Every week we set one night to meet up downtown… at the Tompkins County Public Library. That's right. I'm a weekly library patron!As far as smaller-city libraries go, this place is like Disneyland. They have a large selection of periodicals, a large selection of DVDs, and lots

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I wasn't planning on writing about my day-to-day life during this little "best" challenge, but today just happened to be a great day. It didn't start out on the right foot. I woke up with what I call "mono pain" - the same aches I had when I was too tired and sore to even wash my hair. I groaned and hobbled my way to work, took a couple of extra strength Excedrin, and tried to settle gradually

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-39315544375634115302010-01-05T20:35:00.001-05:002010-01-05T20:35:51.463-05:00

I am blessed enough to have two people that I can call my best friends. I am unfortunate enough to have them live far away – one in Texas and one in Tennessee.Tonight, I received an unexpected phone call from BFF-TN. At the time she called, I promise you that I had just finished reading the following paragraph."A friend is not a friend when she doesn't want the best for you. A friend is not a

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You know, as I sat here thinking about all of the great things I could write about, one thing kind of rose to the surface.Money. When I moved to New York State in August of 2007, I had very little savings, a six-week severance package from the ministry, and a depressingly large amount of credit debt. By October, I was almost out of money and even deeper in credit debt. By the end of October, I

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So, I'm not going to lie. Four posts in, and I'm already having some trouble with the "best" theme for this month. I mean, it's not a rule that my daily posts all fit within that theme, but I really wanted to do it as an exercise. I have pretty much decided that Saturdays will be lists and Sundays will be links. That leaves 5 days. I guess I could pick a sub-theme by week. I could write about the

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-82737871588472165262010-01-03T09:14:00.003-05:002010-01-03T09:20:12.685-05:00

OK. You got me. Sometimes, the best way for me to get out of a bad mood is to watch some or all of the following videos. The last one can cheer me up no matter what.

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I think I will dedicate Saturdays to lists. Today will be best writing music.Here is a handful, in no particular order:Joshua RadinSufjan StevensDenison WitmerColdplayAri HestRadioheadIron and WineJoseph ArthurJose GonzalezTrent DabbsElliott SmithWilliam FitzsimmonsMaybe someday I will write down an actual writing playlist, but that's a bit much to ask right now.

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Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too. –Aldous HuxleyAt the dawn of a new year and a new decade, I find myself in a puzzling place. On one hand: what better time to do an extreme makeover on my life? On the other hand: It's never worked before, so why would it work now? I have spent my entire life making and breaking resolutions.

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more movies. more writing.more poetry.more coffeeshops.more books.more tea. more smiling to myself.more headphones.more music.more breathing.more me.

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so, hello there. i'm here, over here. i have been with family for days. i feel like i maybe, just maybe, ate enough foor this past week to feed a small village.i've driven a lot. i've slept often.i never felt like it was christmas. but i enjoyed myself, so that works for me. it has been a nice few days. i hope that everyone reading had a nice holiday, or a nice week, or a nice weekend...

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-31355336320476520942009-12-21T21:15:00.001-05:002009-12-21T21:15:39.643-05:00

today, i had to place an order over the phone for work.   i had to give the man on the phone a PO number, and all of our PO numbers start with "Q0..." which, when you speak, sounds like, "Q - ZERO..."   the guy on the other end asked, "zero, as in the number, or zero, as in the letter?"   i must have missed the sesame street that was "brought to you by the letter zero."

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-84109253136067824362009-12-21T12:17:00.001-05:002009-12-21T12:17:19.622-05:00

i desperately want holiday cheer. desperately.   i keep trying to cheer myself up.   i can't make it happen.   this year has been too hard.   it has been the year of sickness and sadness and lonliness. the year of failed goals. the year of... nothing.   zero to the first power. zero minus zero.   everything that got accomplished or built got unaccomplished or unbuilt.   the year of friendships

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-14146412334825751602009-12-19T15:05:00.002-05:002009-12-19T15:15:39.473-05:00

...my dear friend renee tagged me. by the way, she posts so often that i had to go to the second page of her blog to find the post where she originally tagged me so i could see what i was supposed to do. going to the second page of my blog, on the other hand, will put you back to just this side of october.alright. part of what i'm supposed to do (the only part i'm actually going to do) is mention

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i have been eating chili and beef stew out of cans for the past couple of weeks - ever since going back to work post-mono.interestingly enough, i have also been eating a crapload of taco bell and other assorted junk food. i have just been too exhausted, too rushed, too everything to bother to take care of myself. tonight i went grocery shopping, and i took a really long time. i felt up the

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-17945860074551370652009-12-06T14:57:00.002-05:002009-12-06T15:03:33.124-05:00

in a matter of years, we will look back. we will say things like, "remember when sunday afternoons were for naps and movies and walks with nephews?" remember when we took little andy out to walk the dog on a december day and saw a three-legged cat? how andy liked to hold the leash, but you had to hold it too? remember how he called the dog "sanannah" or "nannah dog" instead of savannah? remember

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what i miss.i miss going to movies. i used to go to movies a LOT. i miss the belcourt and kurosawa films.i miss parties. i used to go to many parties. parties with pool tables. parties with white lights. parties that were catered. parties that involved karaoke. parties that involved peach cobbler and guitars.i miss cheap, live, GOOD music. i miss having so many shows to chose from on any given

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for the past 2 weeks, i have not done much.i have not worked. i have not cleaned. i have not written. i have rested. i have enjoyed spending time with my fiance, my parents, my siblings, my soon-to-be in-laws. my friends. i have wasted time. i have not given myself agendas, or goals. i have not pressured myself to achieve. anything.and it felt great.and i feel great. i feel alive, refreshed,

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-39966480233762756142009-11-21T15:01:00.002-05:002009-11-21T15:15:37.108-05:00

i have two thanksgiving memories that are special to me. in 2005, i was alone for thanksgiving. i remember waking up and watching the thanksgiving day parade and eating nutri-grain bars with tears rolling down my face.i spent the whole day alone until dinner, when i went to a friend of a friend's house. i remember feeling pretty awkward, because i didn't know many people there. i only went

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so, maybe you didn't know it, but i have a blog. i seem to have forgotten about it, myself.i have been resting and recuperating over here, which means i spend most of my time napping, playing games on facebook, or napping. this is awesome. i feel so good, so much like i have actually been... oh, resting. do you know, if you try to force yourself to get better, it doesn't flipping work? i am

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i'm wearing slippers and a scarf. i just got done with a drawing/poem and my right hand is stained blue. i am drinking my second fresca in a row and i would give anything for some chicken panang curry right now.i'm awesome.

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apparently i have to learn some things twice.after nickel and diming my recovery by taking two days off here, two days there? i'm sick again. i'm sore. i'm exhausted. i can't hold my head up for very long and i can't take very big steps. i can't even pull the foil lids off my yoplait without a LOT of effort. yeah. last night, i crawled into bed at 5:30 and i didn't get out until 8:30 this morning

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-80595557293860874932009-11-08T10:35:00.003-05:002009-11-08T10:42:04.421-05:00

so, i have this recurring dream. or, more accurately, a recurring theme. in my dreams. the situations are always different, but i am always missing a plane that i had plenty of time to catch. i just get caught up with stupid questions from people or double- and triple-checking my luggage.there is always a moment of clarity where i come to my senses and realize that i need to get to the plane that

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you know that feeling you get when you return home from a trip? it's kind of just... the realization that life went on without you and nobody really missed you, and now you're back. to a place that never missed you.i always feel like i have to prove myself to people all over again. maybe that's why i don't take trips. or get sick for three weeks, for that matter.upon my re-entry to society, i

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so, i'm working full days and making it through. woo. i am sleeping a lot.i'm not in a very good place, mentally. too much inactivity. and i am reminded, again, that my friend network here is entirely too small. and that it's probably because i'm a lousy friend. sigh. i thought the thirties were supposed to be awesome, but it's turning out to be more accurate that the year of 30 was awesome and

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-4607604349941155922009-11-04T14:47:00.001-05:002009-11-04T14:47:25.567-05:00

yoplait light cherry cobbler yogurt is THE BUSINESS. yu-hu-hu-hu-hummmm.

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today i am trying to officially go back to work. i have not exerted very much energy at all for three days. i have been on my back in bed, reading eleven romance novels. and taking naps. and drinking coffee.i am the picture of health, over here.so, please spare me some good thoughts, if you have them. today will be three weeks that i have been muddling through this thing and i am desperately

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-55406852721524683312009-11-01T10:42:00.002-05:002009-11-01T10:54:42.943-05:00

mine was boring ...yet fun.i may have pushed it a little bit, but i needed to spend energy on something that wasn't my job, if you know what i mean.i decorated the porch. i hung little orange lights that are supposed to resemble candy corns. i hung light-up blinking eyeballs. and then i collapsed into a heap.my future mother-in-law and i ordered a pizza from papa john's. oh, papa. when the

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i have tried to read. oh, have i tried to read. it's been a long, frustrating path resulting in me nearly hating the internet. i have read enough. so much, in fact, that all of the voices on the internet have sort of morphed into one collective whine.but one day, i stumbled upon a link to some free ebooks from barnes and noble's website. so i downloaded a few different genres. and the one kind of

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so, i think, when i am all better, that i am going to add naps into the daily grind.or, i should say, use naps to stop the daily grind. when i get home and get in my pjs and zonk out for a couple of hours, and then wake up, i feel like i am starting the day all over again. this is exactly what i have been looking for in my life. a way to feel refreshed at night. i feel like i could go for a walk,

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i went to work. i only made it from 730-230. not that bad. i'm gonna try again tomorrow. i feel pretty good after spending 4 straight hours in bed this evening. i felt well enough to run to the drugstore for some Q-tips. and now i am going to lie down and hopefully sleep, so i can do it all again tomorrow. sorry the blog is all mono, all the time. i will start writing about something else as soon

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today was a big go. it was an awesome day. it was sunny and i spent a good portion of the day (which, for me, is like 2 hours) sitting in the sun. it was glorious.i ate a meatball sub. a sat in the car and watched eric pick out the most enormous pumpkin ever, in the history of the world, and then gleefully waddle with it back to the car while i gave him the thumbs-up. i am a big fan of over the

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so, i really whooped it up today. i am a party animal.at 1 pm, i went to the grocery store. it was a little dicey on the inside, as i sneezed, snotted, and got really nauseated.at 2 pm, i went to bed. i slept hard until 330.i don't know what happened to the rest of the day. i was in bed, though.tonight, i took my social hour in the form of a nice facebook chat with ms. bizarro. we bitched about

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i guess that stressed out feeling i have had all summer and fall should have actually made me change my habits, huh?instead, i will be working 8-5 next M-TH, as I am part of a CI event at work.when will I learn?we'll see if i can even make it. i talked to the guy in charge and he was hesitant to let me out of the event/reschedule me for another one. so. i'm gonna try.here is my mono

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so, that settles THAT.

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or, deep breath, as the case may be.today, when i went back to the doctor, she had me take deep breaths. i was so exhausted that i had to take a break.from breathing.yeah. it's like that.so, there are a few theories here.theory #1: mono. gave blood to test and hopefully disprove.theory #2: thyroiditis. gave blood to test and hopefully disprove.theory#3: i am coughing the life out of myself in my

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i'm going back to the doc at 11:20.but ONLY because i coughed up an alien baby while i was getting ready for work.and i think its preferred escape route was through my ear.

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WHEN i get sick again, i am not going to be such a penny pincher, and i am just going to shell out the $2.50 for the tissues with lotion in them.ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.the relief.i thought i was being good getting 2 boxes of the "regular" kleenex for 99 cents, but i went through a whole box of those babies in 3 days. you should have seen my nose!

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just over an hour ago, i walked into my supervisor's office and said, "i think you're right - i'm going home." she had seen me earlier in the day (ok, like 20 minutes earlier) and recommended that i go home sick.but i'm better, i want to yell.guess what?i'm not. i'm back in bed, hot and shivering, coughing so hard i feel like i have to puke.today i only made it through 2.5 hours at work.and now i

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hopefully this is the post where i find my way to my point(s). today was and continues to be much better than yesterday. i made it through nine hours of work, and really, before you say anything...that last hour was an accident. i got all wrapped up in a little project and i was really enjoying myself. and then i looked at the time, and then i left.so. being in bed for four days was no fun. i had

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so. i'm wondering if there is any way that i can possibly begin to tie all of the thoughts in my head together, and maybe, just for once, make a blog post that isn't all over the place.i'm not very hopeful.first, lemme tellya. i have been sick. i don't get sick like this. usually i miss a day or a half-day of work, drop some nyquil, take a nap, drink a bunch of water, and it's all good.what

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today i am going to attempt to go back to work. as far as how i'm feeling? maybe... 85% of normal.this should be interesting, as i have spent the past 4 days barely able to get out of bed. and when i did? even when i was just sitting up? it tired me out, and i had to get back in bed. thursday i slept 9 hours during the day. friday i slept 6. saturday, 4.yesterday i didn't sleep during the day but

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yesterday i woke up with a sore throat.today i have a SORE THROAT.ow.i bought nyquil/dayquil last night. the nyquil did nothing. nothing except make me act like a junkie and eventually force me to sleep.and i kept having weird dreams. in one, i traveled back in time, but only a few years. and i was taking a tour of this old guy's house with tiling from the 20s. instead of a stove, half of his

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if only i knew how to type the sound that i am making on this fine fall wednesday. it's kind of like the normal throat-clearing sound, only... bad. like i spent all night screaming at a bon jovi concert instead of actually sleeping.i hate waking up with a sore throat. hate it. because, honestly? before i go to bed at night, i usually take a few moments to reflect upon the failures of the day that

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tonight i sat and talked to eric's mom for a long time. i told her about what my life was like when i used to work at The Factory and i used to do The Drugs. i told her the story of how i got from there to here. telling it, i couldn't even believe i was talking about myself. it felt like i was lying, or making things up. but the truth is... the truth. it was that bad. it was that seedy.before i

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i got this from the library last week. i almost took it back today because i procrastinated in listening to it for so long. tonight, i finally popped in the first CD and took a listen.this is my kind of thing. when people ask me what i think is fun, well. i might say "getting together with friends" or "traveling" or "trying new things"...that's true, i guess. but.what i really think is fun is

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sleep in, think negatively about myself, spend a penny more or less than six dollars, keep my farts to myself, take the fall day for granted, act selfishly with my resources, put off calling a friend, eat any candy, drink enough water, call more than two people, go to the library, buy any groceries, remember my hair elastics, get along well with my friend's cat, hold back the profanity when that

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ok, so i have been kinda scarce lately.first, i have to confess. i am addicted to some facebook games. it mostly took root over the last two weeks... when i discovered sorority life. i actually added people as facebook friends that i didn't know, just so i could get more "sisters." buying virtual hummer stretch limos with virtual money from a virtual job.what is with this weird world? and why did

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i finally got around to tweaking a couple of things on my blog.nothing too major. just some new colors and a new layout. the old one was bugging me for a long, long time.i had time to do this because today, i left work feeling extremely dizzy and nauseated at about 230. i came home and went to bed, and didn't wake up until after 7 pm. when i woke up at 7, i was energized and motivated. i did a

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today, i feel great.last night eric and i got to spend some quality time together.this morning's coffee (eight o'clock) is just perfect.i am showered and fed. i have no aches or pains.today is meatball sub lunch day at work.tomorrow is friday.i feel like holly hunter's dad in home for the holidays. "reddi whip... smell it and weep."it's just that good.

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i'm sure that not all of the people who read my blog know who dooce is. or, maybe you do. but i think it's just a lot of my friends on here who poke in every one in awhile to see how i'm doing. possibly read about something funny i have done or thought. maybe to read about a pretzel shaped like a poop. you know, normal stuff.so, there is this blogger named dooce. well, her NAME is not dooce, but

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so, this morning when i went groping for my coffee cup, it wasn't there. i must have left it downstairs or something. maybe i even left it at work. instead of having my coffee cup ready to go when the coffee was brewed, i had to go wash out a travel mug that doesn't have a lid. NOW what am i going to do?i decided to go downstairs and make myself a nice breakfast of toast with sliced hardboiled

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always there, reading. checking.and i'm over here, doing something silly like working an 11-hour day and not writing.but my bank account will thank me. right?i love you, people reading. you make it fun, and you make my life better!i wish i could give you all cookies. or candy. or cupcakes.can you tell what i want?

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tonight, eric and i used this coupon to get dinner at quiznos.our quiznos has this little velcro ball game where you throw the ball at a board on the wall, and, depending on where it lands, you win a free drink, cookie, bag of chips, or a sub. eric threw the ball and won a free drink. i threw the ball and won a free cookie.2 regular subs, 2 regular drinks, and a cookie, all for $8.51.we rock!

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when the attacks of 9/11/2001 happened i was living in buffalo, in my first semester as a transfer student at UB. my landlady called me in the morning and said, "a plane hit the world trade center in new york city." i said, "are you kidding me?" she said, "no, amy, go turn on the television."i turned on the television. i watched in horror as the news cameras rolled. and i saw the second plane,

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...that i have been punking out on updating this little blog, here. it's ok, though, because i am still in the early stages of punking out, during which it's easy to reverse the trend.i have been busy trying to get myself together, over here.it turns out that achieving balance in diet, exercise, and spending isn't that easy. well, maybe for some people. but for me it has been a knock-down,

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the last of the kenya for the morning (or pretty close)indigo girls on my laptopyellow light overheadshort sleevesopen drawersdry lipsopen windowscreek rushdark hallwater bottleglasses offcurrent lyric: "one day moves into two i'm losing everything except for you" indigo girls, devotion

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i am realizing lately that i have a love/hate relationship with many things.writing.eating well and exercising.being financially responsible.the city of ithaca, cornell, and the students.right now i am in love with ithaca. i am even in love with collegetown, which is the one place in ithaca i avoid on purpose for most of the year. i honestly think that the whole time i have lived in ithaca, i

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i realized, shortly before i turned 30, that it wasn't a good idea to keep waiting for my life to begin. for example - i would constantly fantasize about the things i would do when i was out of debt (turns out i would turn around and get right back IN debt, will ya lookit that). i would dream about having the fashionable clothes i wanted when i got thin.on and on.and it's not that i'm

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this weather is simply delicious.

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on the heels of a post singing eric's praises, allow me to meditate on my flaws for a moment.you see, this boring white and blue blog is not really me. i just picked the simplest theme i could find while i figured out what i wanted the blog to look like.also? i want to start adding some more photography to the mix, here.tonight i started working on a little project that i've been wanting to do

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eric's plan is to take actuarial exam p this fall. he just took his 4th timed practice exam, and he answered 24/30 questions correct. this is an extremely hard exam, and i'm so proud of him. believe it or not? he plans to take 20 more practice exams before his november exam. he is going to pass. i mean... 20 more exams? he will be able to do them in his sleep. and get this. when he takes an

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i just realized that my car loan will be paid off in a year.please, please, please let that sucker last at least another 5 years.and by "that sucker," i mean sid, the vicious civic.master of the universe.awesome car above all other awesome cars.please.

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today, i had a Very Delightful Day.after eric and i took his brother back to college for year numero dos, we stopped in the lovely village of owego for a bite to eat. the bite turned into a stroll, and a sit, and a stroll. and coffee. and ice cream.where was i? oh yeah. while we were walking around looking at many of the beautiful historic buildings, i suddenly worked myself up into a frenzy.me:

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lock myself in my room, start a new crochet project, and blast the alt. rock pandora station.yeah.

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i'm just saying.the people i knew in nashville? all of you? i miss you.i have yet to find friend-making success in new york.i have a few in progress potential friends, but really.the pickin's are slim at the moment.like, i can't call anyone right now. because i don't know anyone. i have one friend, pretty much, and we already did something today.i understand i've been in transition for almost two

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so, this weekend i am going to have an open saturday. after my trip to the farmer's market? and going to the post office to mail a couple of packages?nothing.i don't remember the last time this happened. june? may, maybe? summer was nowhere near as relaxing as i had initially hoped it would be. i mean... i spent 3 out of four of my days off around the fourth of july at my parents' house. and two

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...it's such a good idea!   i just ate what might have been my first avocado all year. it was delightful.   for the curious, i mashed it up and made a sort of fresh guac with scallions, diced cucumber, and tomato.   i ate it with a salad (green lettuce, green pepper, broccoli, and cucumber. with a couple of carrots on the side).    part-way through, i thought i should just plop the "guac" right

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i have written about this before. i get overwhelmed by goals. i make them. they are always too large (like, for example, the amount of weight i want to lose). i make spreadsheets. i update them as often as possible and meditate on the empty spaces. i get extremely discouraged by my performance. if i think about it long enough, it devolves into becoming extremely discouraged by my late bloomer

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i... i never knew. i discovered the existence of dr. horrible's sing-along blog on sunday (thanks to cake wrecks). it's so awesome.

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i just got back from a presentation on managing stress. reducing stress. whatever. leave it to me to try to figure out how i can manage stress, and fit it in with everything else.   two things struck me.   one.   the presenter had us to an exercise called emotions, thoughts, actions.   she asked us to try to feel angry for 20 seconds. it's very dificult to be genuinely angry on command.   point:

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some days are great.   some days, i get so stressed out, i feel like i could just puke.   guess which kind of day i'm having today.

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-12969459768435753992009-08-23T20:23:00.002-04:002009-08-23T20:38:00.604-04:00

today i packed up my dad's venza with the most important of my baby sister's possessions. tomorrow, my parents will drive beka to the university of buffalo.she will start classes soon.and then, suddenly, in the blink of an eye, she will stop being a teenager and start becoming a woman. she will learn so much and eventually she will have to struggle through that rough patch of early twenties. i'm

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-29748822353474683762009-08-22T22:46:00.001-04:002009-08-22T22:47:31.592-04:00

i just realized that i lost one of my absolute favorite earrings for good.i lost it on a dirt road, looking at stars with eric.if i had to lose it, i wouldn't want to do it any other way.

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-54901601618543869232009-08-21T08:57:00.002-04:002009-08-21T09:02:46.750-04:00

let me tell you something about me.i love to complain about the weather. but usually only if it's way too hot for me or way too cold for me. this means that august is not a good month for not complaining. november through march aren't good either, but we'll cross that freezing cold bridge when we come to it.i'm hot, y'all. the only time i'm not hot is when i'm at work. then i'm shivering half of

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-83048984663211581932009-08-19T08:59:00.002-04:002009-08-19T09:06:00.707-04:00

today, because i tend toward the odd, i am thinking about my tooth care regimen.i brush, usually with whatever is on sale. right now it's arm & hammer something or other. that wasn't on sale. i just wanted something baking soda-ey.i rinse with listerine. i picked up this habit long ago, and i just can't get off the listerine. and i don't think i want to. it's not the yellow stuff. the cool burst

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-47060538863988627022009-08-17T22:28:00.003-04:002009-08-17T22:52:32.003-04:00

it's the heat. i dream wine and pottery shards. i need to update my blogroll. i still have an old link for allie. like how i linked to myself instead of her? it's because i want to make sure, if she reads this, that she sees that post.i am listening to old music that means new things. i am losing my old self. it is melting away in the heat. just now i thought maybe that's why i like spring and

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-2984758004728570792009-08-17T09:53:00.002-04:002009-08-17T09:57:27.453-04:00

...in all the world, and with all of the fragrances and colors and everything...i really wonder why the organic "scalp treatment" shampoo that i bought last night looks like eclair filling and leaves my hair smelling like toilet bowl cleaner.

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-8377008553094101032009-08-16T22:56:00.001-04:002009-08-16T23:00:28.116-04:00

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-24305136695943985062009-08-15T00:51:00.002-04:002009-08-15T00:59:37.523-04:00

in this heat, i just can't sleep. i sit up until way too late. and when i do get in bed, i flop around. wonder who replaced my awesome pillow with a sack of rocks. why my mattress suddenly feels terrible.when i am at work, i am cool. cold, even. the air conditioning in my office is intense. some of my coworkers wear long sleeve shirts.and, speaking of co-workers, can i just take a little rabbit

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-48555178489126735012009-08-14T11:38:00.001-04:002009-08-14T11:38:42.410-04:00

it's hard not to feel like a major weirdo when you're at least a minor weirdo.   because being even a little weird or unconventional gets people in a tizzy. and when you tell them why you are the way you are, they feel compelled to "sell" you on their viewpoint.   i experience this when i explain to people that i don't have a diamond engagement ring because i don't WANT a diamond engagement ring

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-17751638426493235402009-08-13T22:57:00.002-04:002009-08-13T23:04:36.010-04:00

for not playing an instrument, i sure have an unhealthy obsession with guitar players. and rock-n-rollers.i think it's because i feel it, and i want it, and i completely envy it.and the night i watched under blackpool lights, i was forever changed.

ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370740221953398207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772334299117303290.post-74241409625570396022009-08-12T07:52:00.000-04:002009-08-12T07:53:28.705-04:00

i'm counting calories again, dangit.

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