mel w's Journal

1:38pm: The yearly post
Hello digital silence. I'm sitting here in the garage apartment that I've been living in since last September. With the cat that Nick and I have been taking care of since last Thursday. His name is Chahlie.

So, I've been engaged since November 3. I'm set to graduate in May. I'm set to be married in May. And I have two schools that seem interested in hiring me after I graduate. Two schools in San Jose, Costa Rica.

It's going to be a crazy semester trying to do all these things. The worst will be my final paper. Even though I'm doing non-thesis, I'm still doing a paper to satisfy the requirement. The only difference is that I didn't start working on it early enough to be considered a thesis, and I don't have a committee, just an advisor, and also I didn't get to take thesis credits, so I'm taking three regular courses this semester, and teaching two courses in ASE, and also planning the wedding, and also trying to get participants, do research, analyze data, and write this final paper. How do you like THAT sentence??

This is the first day of spring break. I wish it could be spring break like it is for undergraduates. Except without the alcohol poisoning. But my spring break is time to work.

Now it's quarter till two. Time to have my coffee and eat breakfast.

Then I looked into the face of time, and he was talking so fast I couldn't understand what the hell he was saying.

-Mellah

4:31pm: dog daze
My dog is asleep in that most ungraceful of positions. And his teeth are showing.

I'm in St Pete. The following things will happen, probably:

1. Donny and Julie's wedding - tomorrow at 2pm.
2. Family time with the Padens since Mr P is back and LnC will be there for a week.
3. I will look at apartments in Gainesville, and decide if I want to throw money at one of them, or else take the Padens up on their offer to live with them.
4. Nick will get a good job & apartment.
5. I will study for my comprehensive exams in linguistics.
6. I will take my comprehensive " " ".
7. Will I pass my comprehensive " " "????!!!!!
8. I hope so.
9. Classes start Aug 23...including the two I'm teaching.
10. Nick & I will live happily ever after.

12:49pm: The Graduate School
Hello. I am working my butt off in graduate school. It's pretty fun. My brain is slow to keep up in phonology, syntax is challenging and satisfying, and TESL is pretty much just talking about ideas. I usually have two or three "homeworks" due every week, which I spend a lot of time on. They are typically between 4 - 10 pages each and made up of theory, speculation, solutions, diagrams, and tables. A lot of style work and a lot a lot of brain work.

I just found out on Thursday last that I am going to have an assistantship after all for next semester. This is very great news. I am guaranteed a TAship with ASE, meaning complete tuition waiver and .33 FTE salary. In addition, they may have me work at both ASE and ELI, in which case I would have the tuition waiver and .50 FTE. Either way, it means I can stay in school full time next semester, and I will be getting the experience I need, and I won't have to get some crap OPS job.

Nick is in Tae Kwon Do and it is very cool. I got to watch the end of their class today as I was waiting for him.

I am watching the dog for a few days while dad takes mom up to Kentucky. There was a hurricane (Wilma) going through south Florida, and none of the dog shelters were accepting tenants.

The weather is cold. The hurricane yanked a little cold front behind it, and it has swooped over us for a few days.

I went to see Bela Fleck, Jean-Luc Ponty, and Stanley Clark play at the Philips last Thursday with Nick and his parents. Wow.

It's pumpkin time and that's good.

But right now it is phonology time. Time to work.

Until next time!

5:06pm: fall semester, he'itiz.
yo. what is upskies. i'm posting yeah! jibby doo. i am a grad student now. i am taking 3 classes: syntax, phonology, and TESL I Materials and Techniques. I have a job with the Civil and Coastal Engineering Dept. I am spying on people for them in order to update their mailing list. Pays well, flexible hours.

what a borebot i am! nick keeps asking me if i wanna kill all humans, and the bender in me really wants-tah.

tonight there will be a dinner at the padens', but nick will be at work so i will be alone with that girl and her mom and the Ps. I don't remember the girl's name but she's very sweet and i don't know her at all. a med student o algo asi. we will be having carbonara and wine chicken...

i've been meaning to go to the gym, but i hate to go all the way there from my apt. better if i go straight after classes, but i can't, because of work. maybe on saturday and maybe when this job is over. it's grant-based and won't last all semester.

okay, enough wasting my time on this thing! if my paper journal finds out, it will probably kill me and this computer in a jealous rage.

i have to do some homework that's due friday. that's right, i'm doing homework, and it's not even the morning it's due.

love
always
and for
ever
melanie.
ps. had a dream last night that i was in NYC with aly, shaun, bria, and shaun drove over a bridge as it was about to go up, and we had to drive backwards off the bridge and jump out the window and hang on to parts of the bridge and... i hate bridges. so does bob willits.

9:27am: nine twenty-eight ante meridian. i miss writing things with pen or pencil. i'm not very good at it. messy, inefficient, and obsessed with doodling. my computer equivalent to doodling is opening a lot of windows and browsing internet things.

i found haunting with louisa on amazon for 70 cents.

i hate this entry!

9:49am: hello all you dummies
what's the situation? where will we go? hi. i'm reading Lirael...after Sabriel, before Abhorsen. One of THOSE.

i don't want to post... i don't want to write...

this summer:
june 10, last day of work
june 14-24, honduras
june 28-july 5, KY and OH
july 10-16, florida bible camp
august 10-14, fort desoto
august 15, grad orientation
august 24, classes begin
august 25, i achieve near perfection as a beam of white light.

4:07pm: hello you crazy fellow do-gooders and job-haters
should be lucky to have any job but GAHR i'm sick of the office. please, someone get me a hot tub and a tropical drink. please?

9:33am: shazow
I wanna go to the friggin beach, and I wanna go right now. Why are there so many tangible contingencies? I'm tired, no I'm frustrated with qualifying every statement. But wait, this is the world of possibilities that I am insulting. It's just my mind that needs to take a step back and see them holistically, like you know, a view from some wondrous Montanian mountain, with all kinds of visions for the eye to gather, but there aren't too many of them, there are never enough-- no, never "too much" individual beautiful things to see and devour with the eyes and all those other senses, and the heart and the mind, soaring above whatever shining lake and some bird you've never seen before in Florida, so it seems like a mythical creature or an angel.

2:08pm: What's up, beechez?

Well, i'm working full-time at UF in the division of human resources. Where Katie used to work. Except she worked up in Employment, and I work in the director's office.

Nick and I visited my dad for his birthday this last weekend. I also got to hang out with Elliott and Lane, since they're staying with mommendad while faye n brian are in san diego for some conference.

My dog isn't quite as fat as he used to be, and he's definitely not as crazy. He's still nuts about squirrels.

I'm getting the quit-my-job bug. Thinking about subleasing my apt for the summer, living in st pete, working a low maintenance job, saving $$. Honduras puts a bit of a damper on finding another job, but we'll see. Nick even said he'd make the pilgrimage with me, live in the trailer, get a temp job.

Oh man, it's high of 75 and i wish i was outside.

Time for a lunch break.

_MEL_

10:59am: I will be living in st pete for a while. beach bum style, tan and salty.

10:11am: Possum Lament
I let my dog out to pee his morning, and he saw a possum, and he attacked. Possums don't run, as we all know. They play dead. When something doesn't want to play with my dog, he MAKES it play. That damn possum wouldn't do anything but lope around and make god-awful hissing sounds.

I tried to grab my dog but I was afraid of being bitten by pooch or possum. I turned the hose on full-blast, and sprayed the dog right in the face, but this only distracted him for a moment. By the way, i was running around my backyard in my UNDEROOS. at least i was partially veiled by the pre-dawn foggy greyness. The dog finally got ahold of that blasted possum and cruelly carried it to the netherregions of the lawn for torture.

----In other news, I have the chance to work as a kindergarten teacher here in st pete, but I'm waiting to hear from alachua county schools first. The kindergarten job is at Gulf Coast Christian, where I went to school from 2yrs old thru 5th grade, and where my mom has taught for almost 20 years. The salary is about the same as any beginning-teacher salary (at least in alachua county): 28k.-------------

11:16am: What
What i'm doing now: Living with my parents in St Pete

What i'm eating: salami on toast with cream cheese.

What i am (re)reading: Fahrenheit 451
Quotes:
Clarisse to Montag: "I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you?"
Montag to Faber: "I don't want to change sides and just be told what to do. There's no reason to change if I do that."

July plans: go to Honduras, hope my Spanish still works.

Fall plans: Teaching in alachua county public school, either as full-time teacher or substitute. I'm waiting to hear from them.

After that: Grad school in applied linguistics, TESOL certificate

Status of my sanity: shaky but present

I would like everyone to know that Jesus is the answer for the world today. I hope we can accept that truth, and begin to live as we were meant to live.

I can't breathe lately.

|\/| (- |_

4:57pm: Why?
Why haven't i posted? It doesn't really have to do with the lack of things to write about. Citing this journal as evidence, one may see that it doesn't matter if i have anything to write about, just if i feel like writing. and i haven't. which makes this journal really boring. i need to liven it up.
but i can't do it today. i'm feeling the inward suction pull to retreat from this public outlet.
the worst is feeling the strong desire to retreat but finding no safe ground.

i've been watching Band of Brothers. HBO miniseries. i'm on episode 5 of 10.

i've been playing some guitar again. found out 4th of july by aimee mann is really easy. i want to learn mr harris.

?COMING SOON?: a post to knock your socks off.

"what a waste of gunpowder and sky"


N U T E L L A

8:39pm: Freak out
Well, I had a freakout today. I just lost it. I decided I didn't want to study for my botany test. So i didn't. I decided i didn't want to go to the test, either. so i didn't.

Yep.

I went outside for about one minute around 5:30pm and it was just beautiful. there was some sort of light or movement that caught me as soon as i stepped out the door and carried me along. i came back inside and it was over. it was 5:31. now it's dark outside and i'm trapped in here with my tylenol sinus for severe congestion and orange crystal light with 100% of my daily supply of vitamin C. I am also on Flonase. I'm not sure if i'm sick or if it's allergies. i just know i've been full of snot for way too long.

My head hurts. My eyeballs are popping out. Pardon me while i push them back in. *Poke, squash* Ouch.

i know why all this is happening: i haven't been to salsa.
i'm allergic to the lack of salsa.

i had to bring up salsa. it's obligatory. you know this.

i tell you what, never before in my life have i had such a lack of passion for my own faith in God. yow. there. i said it. even in past times of doubting and distance, i missed God so much it drove me crazy. have i actually learned to be hardened to the Spirit of God? well, i have been practicing it for quite a while.

what i have been doing in the meanwhile, between my riveting posts:

watching movies... fear and loathing in las vegas, a mighty wind, amelie (for the second time), tango and cash, the passion of the Christ, starsky and hutch, airplane 2, and many more!
watching anime... the first 4 episodes of cowboy bebop. my first experience with the bebop, except for the movie.
watching my dog... pee all over everything in my house.
watching my life... pass before my eyes.
watching my new watch...which is a powerpuff girls watch.

alright, i want to go do something else now. i'm sure you do, too. let's do it together. i'm going to go outside and see if it's beautiful, or if it is like dog's breath, and i'm going to love it either way. i promise, God, i'm going to love it either way.

mel.

4:15pm: Eggplant parmesan
This leftover eggplant parmesan is gooder n' snuff and not near as dusty.
I need to be working on the Sanskrit problem set for hist linx.
I am picking up elizabeth at her house at 7:30 to take her grocery shopping.
I don't know where to go to get a consistently good latte.
I am having so much fun becoming a kick a$$ salsa dancer that it is ridiculous. you should see me coca-cola. i'm HOT.

Thank you, Katie, for bday wishes and surprise party complete with hats :) Thank you everybody for coming. That was fun.

these days i'm in limbo, just waiting to graduate. i need to kick myself in the butt. i think i'll take a nap for now though.

oh, here are the things i'm (genuinely) trying to figure out;

Why should I believe that "the Bible" as a whole is infallible?
Is it enough to be in love?
What does a gay horse eat?
How much perugina chocolate can i eat in one day?
Where can I get a freaking good latte in this town?
Why won't God just ring my doorbell and smite me?

alright, that's enough.
mel

3:35pm: happy birthday to meeeeeee
i'm 23. my mom sang happy birthday on my voicemail. my dad sent me a silly ecard. josh went shopping for shoes with me. nick bought me bubble tea. yay.

life is going on too much lately to comment on it.

2:18pm: in honor of someone gone
so time to say hello and wake up inside
plunge that toilet and take a shower
and know who you are. sorta.
to believe in what you hope and start again and be faithful in these certain things and in keeping your promises

and don't ignore the moments when you really remember who God is--don't let them pass by with just a crinkled brow; hold them and listen and remember and wonder and know he is telling you, "THIS is who I am."
of course there's confusion,
and loving and leaving, to take the pill or no,
and when dog farts are the best alarm
you know you're alive
and ready to watch the game and fight the traffic and really be some person,
be solid, have shape, and corners,
and don't slosh but be awake and the sunrise with separate clouds pink stuttered will know you and you won't disappear, but glow.

2:35pm: circa 2001
i found this recently while cleaning my room... a lot of things i wrote before i went to costa rica, while i was working at Arthur Rutenberg Homes in sarasota, circa summer 2001.
NOTES: robert was my boss at ARH, marty was a big salesman dude. eddy was my guitar teacher.

i am not so sure about:
theme parks
simpsons
tenacious d
some popular music
all booty dancing
social drinking
giving 110% to your job
backbiting
backstabbing
back hair
gossip
some movies
capital punishment
fashion
sermons while we sit
professional sports
predestination
the rapture
the tribulation
speaking in tongues
dating before you're ready to get married
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these names are worlds in my mind:
the River Wilder (tolkien)
Sun Rock (fort desoto)
Wachovia (a bank)
Fronkowiak (an account i worked with at ARH)
Blister Hill
Braided glass, stretched in the fire.
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After i read Pursuit of God by Tozer:

to have found you and still be looking for you
is the soul's paradox of love
i miss you, want you, desire you
want you near want you here...
but do i follow? do i look out over the land
see you running ahead
and follow with willing feet?
do i walk the path you have trod before me?
i think about the path i roll it over in my mind
and sing songs about its glory and goodness
its adventure and beauty
i cry and ponder and wonder why
i don't seem to get any closer.
Lord, make ready my feet
make willing my heart
to run after you
to chase you with untiring desire
so that in the end
the mountain of glory will come into view
and i will fall into your arms
as you run to meet me

reveal yourself, and i am hidden
before i ran to you, your arms were open
shine your face on me
shine on me like the sun on the sidewalk
cover me in your shadow
give me the peace of your shade
and in the night, the air is full of you
my heart is full of you
as i speak your name

my eyes are taken far away
and my sight is given wings
to fly to your mountain
i want to see your face
i long to worship you
to fall on my knees
and surrender to your powerful love
let my worship be worthy
let it bring you joy.

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something about a shaped eyebrow.
(you know the arch was architectural genius? the sloping supports and french fried happy meals.)

some braided rug is my brain. clean thick quilts waiting in room with a dust column of shafty light. and you know, these sewn together patches really are me, and i hope i can be a blanket. (and robert... and marty, a too-sweet cookie and someone with a dirty joke email who will show it to some girls who laugh and others who act uninterested and shake their heads; a salesman... and something about robert, always wearing black, and thin, and tall, mustached, eyeglasses from september 1978, and i always want to know what he's thinking- but i'm actually sure i'd rather wonder what he's thinking than actually know because i am sure i would just be disappointed.) oh well. and remember dancer in the dark? some scenes i have are an old french beauty, sweating. musical in the factory (CLASH/BANG). two plates on the machine, broken. song on the train- she's not blind. "Bill." Beating. you only diiiiid what you had to doooooo.

Fronckowiak, a grey day,
Fron-KO-Vee-Ack,
with lots of stage smoke and fog moving like it has somehwere to go. the sun looks like a full moon behind a gauzy curtain. how can something so sluggish go so fast...? and a peppermint patty will always give me the sensation.
that fog like in tennessee, when i was supposed to ski but my knee wouldn't bend backwards. so i took pictures of people dipped in fog and the lights were nestled and shining like occaional glitter or sequins in the dust.
They Shone:
like yellow eyes in the face of an old grey cat
the shone, they Glew
or attempted on the snow--
a powder white belly on our grey cat, and soft white padded feet, moving quiet and slow.
nothing was reflecting; the light was swallowed as soon as it spoke.
purrr; shine?
-Silence breathes in.

With shining eyes and calm,
Teacher-like explanation
He told me he's from puerto rico, raised nazarene and now sort of agnostic. sort of? i honestly don't know how to speak about God to someone i care about and admire, it's not like politics (we feign heated interest and we argue with arrogance about ISSUES and PARTIES)-- but God, he is not opinion or policy, this is the purpose for my existence and not only that-- not just an ideal or something to believe in, but someone, this God-- nothing like what anyone thinks about him. perhaps only those who love him have any idea at all...?
Eddy (whirlpool, vortex, current), hands melting into the strings, nylon and nails and flesh braided together and dancing like seaweed in a deep current, each pulling at the other, the deep richness vibrating in my shoulders and behind my eyes and filling my ears with something like Rum or a Lion, or Golden Rain.

9:42pm: let the rhythm take you over, bailamoooooos
I think i've always gotten through my weeks or years by LOOKING FORWARD to the next thing i could be happy about. like the weekend. or fort desoto camping. or my bat mitzvah.
nowadays, it's salsa. tonight is tuesday night, so i have less than 24 hours till i get to shake my bon-bon. after which i will have to wait 2 days to bon-bon shake again. then a day and a half. then then THREE AND A HALF DAYS! yeah, i know. it's aweful. how i make it through monday, tuesday, and wednesday is beyond me. only with the help of gloria estefan and 'Turn the beat around, love-to hear per-cu-ssion.'

oh, i'd like to apologize for the thoughtless mistake i made in my last post. undees at victoria's secret were NOT in fact 5 for $25, but 5 for $20.

i love STRATEGICALLY PLACED caps lock. it's like i'm YELLING AT YOU for no reason. wait, i GUESS that means IT'S not strategically PLACED, but rAnDoM NONSENSE.

Spanish lesson:
nowadays= hoy en dia
i'll be right back= ya vengo
get away!= alejate! (stress on 2nd syllable)

4:53pm: songs that hit me like a ton of bricks
i'm not a real music connoisseur. but here's a few that got me:

fields of gold- sting
heard it in the car when i was younger, and it stuck with me in a haunting kind of way. didn't know what it was or who it was by, just that it had the word 'barley' in it.

whisper my name- randy travis
i like it. it has rain in it.

free falling- tom petty
didn't know who tom petty was, just heard it blasting out of the house down the street when i was babysitting my mom's hairdresser's kid the summer after 8th grade.

jupiter- holst
ralph and i were listening to the planets while on a long drive, and we loved jupiter best.

i feel lucky- mary chapin carpenter
it's fun.

jann arden- insensitive
the manley era

sex bomb- tom jones
wee ha

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There are a lot of salsa songs that have hit me, and put the sauce in the salsa. but i don't know their names.

I'm re-reading breakfast of champions, and i think i need to finish it so i can stop seeing the world through vonnegut's eyes.

i need a carpet cleaner. i want the bissel little green machine. $68 at walmart.com. I also need undees. something like 5 for $25 at victoria's secret. one time i wrote a story called victoria's secret. it's the longest thing i've ever written. it was christian fiction. it was pretty good. it was about 50 pages, handwritten, front and back on notebook paper. i was in 8th grade. a girl offered to type it for me, and i never saw it again. i named it victoria's secret as kind of a joke, and because it really fit the story. but i don't think that title would fly. i just remembered that the two main characters, caleb and victoria, died at the end. caleb was one of my best friends since i was born. we were a month apart. he just got married. our parents always wanted us to get married. to one another. we made one of those 'if we get old and aren't married, we'll marry each other' pacts.

i'm stinky. all my sweat has now dried and just left the stink behind. katie and i worked abs and back today. i saw keith from glen springs and totally didn't recognize him even though he knew me by name. he buzzed his hair.

SHOWER TIME!

10:48am: another salsa post
hi, i'm skipping class!

SPANISH LESSON FOR TODAY:

'See you later'-- Hasta luego. This is usually pronounced as "stah luego"

'Pleased to meet you'-- Mucho gusto/ Encantada

'Bite me'-- Muerdame! Stress on first syllable Muer-. pronounced MWARE da mei

'The jeans'-- Los jeans

a short prayer:
Padre nuestro, gracias por todo lo que has dado a nosotros. En el nombre de Jesucristo, Amen.
pronunication: pah dre nwestro grahss yuss pore toe doh lo kei ahss dah doh ah no so trose. ein el nohm brei dei hey sue cree sto, ah-mein.
translation: Our Father, thank you for all you have given us. In Jesus' name, Amen.

NOTE: the 'r' is NOT american r. it is called a flap. we have it in American English in the 't' or 'tt' of words such as butter, better, bitter, gutter, hooters, etc. It is a brief hit of the tongue up against the alveolar ridge.

okay, back to salsa.
In Cuban Salsa, you dance in La Rueda, 'the wheel'. it's a circle made up of couples. each couple dances their own moves, but on certain moves the guy moves on to the next girl. in this way, you end up dancing with everyone in la rueda.
Salsa has 4 beats. You dance on the first 3, while the 4 is usually a pause. 4 can also be a 'tap' in more advanced moves, leading into the next turn.

salsa=fun.

one of the most important moves is Dile que no- 'tell 'em no'. this is the move that ends most moves, bringing you back into the basic salsa step (called guapea).
some of my favorite moves are juana la cubana, adios con la hermana, dedo con guarapo y bota, balsero, y siete con coca-cola.

2:04pm: Peanut Butter and Jelly
you know what sucks? unshared passion. if you get dizzy when you are close to that certain someone, and want to smooch them and gaze into their amazing (insert color here) eyes... well, that's only Good if they want it too. otherwise you are just sad and write bad poetry.
or what if you really love StarCraft and want to get your game on? What if you want to talk about hatch colonies or build orders or dark archons.... but nobody you know cares about it? or even knows what you are talking about? sure, you could play an internet game. but is that the same as a housefull of the sounds of electronic battle?
this is the theory behind church meetings. shared passion. unfortunately, passion is often missing from church meetings. or maybe it's just stifled. but this isn't about something so profound as Spiritual Passion.
my point is that I love salsa. and i love it for the fun of it. it's hard to find reg'lar people in the states that love dancing for its own sake. i am glad i found a place to learn (Salsa Caliente), but if i'm not mistaken we LEARN so that we may at some point actually DO. there is the Loft, a latin club. but i'm not really into the drinking or meeting people thing.
i wish there were alternatives to club-environment dancing. if i could only find a group of people of like mind, such a place could be created.
this is the theory behind bible studies and the like... meetings that are outside the normal Church Service time, made up of people who want to kindle and share that passion.
....
There is no organization to my brain, either. i'm a messy poster.

10:57am: Sunny Day
i will graduate in may. i haven't yet been in gainesville 2 years. i have discovered, at least in a vague pulling kind of way, what i want to 'do'. teach language. also, learn language.
i'm not sure what i'll do right after graduation. i could go to honduras and live with Leopoldo (a preacher) and his family, teaching english in the elementary school on weekdays and teaching adult classes on weekends. i could go live with my parents, which they would love, and try to get a job in st pete with my Fabulous Degree in Linguistics, and take sign language at the local community college (SPJC-- my alma mater). i could go stay with my grandfather in lancaster, kentucky. my grandmother died last summer and he's alone. i could stay in gainesville if i could get a job with the ELI or ASE. Or,...?
i guess i have a semester to decide.

9:11pm: sreally cold
Brrr.
My dog is in the process (right now) of pulling all the stuffing out of his conjugal pillow. good thing he doesn't have a bitch. or any balls, for that matter.
Goodnight,
mel.

7:05pm: they're watching
the FBI came for my neighbor tonight.

10:52am: The case of the missing Gary
First day of spring 2004 classes. My first class this morning was Historical Linguistics, at 8:30. There were 6 people in the class, and no professor. We shared our different linguistics class experiences while we waited. Around 9 we decided to storm the office of our supposed professor, Dr Miller (codename Gary). Finding his office locked, we turned around to see a mysterious woman, who said, "Are you looking for Dr Miller? We have no idea where he is. He missed his 7:25 class as well."
The mystery deepens!
Anyway, my dog was glad. I came home to check on him since I have some extra time. Now he's sleeping on my bed.
One of the students in the class is a retiree who's taking classes For Fun.
That is all.
On with the day.
Mel

12:30am: sreally hot
how bout this winter weather.
as a kid, i always had more fun with big cardboard boxes or bugs than with real toys. in the same way, my dog has more fun with garbage and dead bugs than he does with real toys.
i watched the anime Lain. It left too many unanswered questions to be enjoyable. but it was highly interesting.
I need to make a resume so i can get a job and be a real person.
shudder.
Goodnight.

1:24am: i'm posting!
Look at me, ma! I"m posting! I just watched Waiting for Guffman and Sea Biscuit. Talk about two different movies. One was made up and seemed real and the other was real and seemed made up. Sea Biscuit was a little too shmaltzy for me.
I lost weight on my Vicoden and Mush diet. unfortunately, all the weight i lost was from the 3 teeth the maxillofacial surgeon took out. apparently they were filled with an extremely heavy alien element which was used to read my mind.
Yay, paranoia! think of all the great words that start with para-. paradox. paranormal. parade. actually i don't like parades. parana. i don't think that's how parana is spelled. parapants. ha ha.
ok, fine, goodnight!

12:13pm: Goodbye, wisdom
WARNING: kinda gross post.

If anyone ever tells you that having your wisdom teeth out is no big deal, punch them in the face. Cause they are a big fat liar.
The highlight of my experience: The strawberry-scented nitrous oxide. Wah hoo! i think I said some pretty stupid things to the nurse, although I thought I was sounding pretty intelligent. Of course the nurses were doing the usual dentist-office gossip about their co-workers. I had to keep myself from giggling.
But then came the IV. Then i was out.
Until i was awakened suddenly by immense pain, and the surgeon was sounding shocked and worried, and jabbing me with 3 or 4 shots of $#@!*&^ novacaine. And i was FREEZING. apparently i was extremely dehydrated and they had to fill my veins with liquid. I think they must have chosen liquid nitrogen because i felt like i was naked in the snows of russia eating a popsicle. I was shaking violently and couldn't stop. not to mention i couldn't talk or get up without falling over.
The ride from gville to st pete was a blast. I was miserably groggy, and bleeding profusely all over myself and my favorite pillow. Woe is me, for the loss of such a great pillow.
Anyway, now i'm on hydrocodone. Groggy and swollen.
Guess I'll go eat some mush.
mel

10:58pm: Sigh Co.
Big fat sigh of relief. Enjoying red rose tea with cream. How is everyone tonight? My dog is playing with his platypus. Platypus is from the Greek, meaning flat (platy) -footed (pus). Apparently the duckbilled platypus had to have its named changed to ornithorhynchus because platypus was discovered to have been already given to a genus of beetle.
I was gonna go to st pete today after lunch at Moraghot (Thai place) with everybody from ASE. But I crashed, and slept for a few hours.
One of the Chinese students in ASE is going through a really hard time. Apparently his wife is heinous and yells and screams at him all the time, and even gets physically violent. The neighbors called the cops on them, and HE got arrested and convicted of battery. The other Chinese students who know him say that his wife only married him so she could come to America. How sad. And what a nice guy he is, and he was very proud of his new wife. they've only been married 5 or 6 months.
Goodnight
mel.