My first Roomate

My first roomate.
she was a piece of work.

however, that cannot compare to her friend, who even years later still talk to me.
When you have met someone oh... one time, maybe two? it doesn't require further conversation. ever.

I don't want to know where you got tattoos, nor where my crazy-ex roomate got hers. I dont' want to hear about her bikini line, nor about your job.

I don't mean to be b*tchy, but stop. no more. ~~~ahh no, eh hold it right there. no more talking. ugh,please. I'm going to bed. I'll explain later.

god im bored.

You're Aja! You like to be active, and always on
the go! Being bored is like torture to you! You
sometimes jump to conclusions, but you always
keep your cool. You're a loyal friend who never
lets anyone down. You've always have your chin
up and cheer everyone on. You have confidence,
and like to share it with others.


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a blonde joke

Q: Did you hear about the blonde couple that were found frozen to death in their car at a drive-in movie theater?

A: They went to see "Closed for the Winter".

Bob, karate, and the beauty of car dancing.

Went to karate yesterday, talked to my friend Paul in 'More with his grammy and ma, who was watching "What about Bob?" for the 7th time in one day. I couldn't help but laugh, but it is because his gram loves the movie and repitition is the "dilly-o" with the post-mortem hipsters. anyway.

So at Karate, I was paired off with a girl at my level, although she makes me feel really old and unacomplished (which I am) who I introduced myself to. I asked for her name, and Tenis replied, and then asked how old I was. i replied and she answered, "WOW, I thought you were a big 16 year-old!" Of course you did. Its because although I'm aged I somehow exude 13year-old, so people get confused. Even 13year-olds can't identify their peers (case in point).

On the way into work this morning, I got to car dance all the way to the train. I LOVE FRIDAY!!! It's car dancing time. There is nothing better than listening to some crazy poppy songs then some old rock while doing my shimmy and grovin'. Second best in the locale dancing is desk-dancing. I can attest that in the wee hours of the morning, there are few things better than listening to randomness and enjoying the solitude of the empty office and my even more barren cubical. I think more people should dance during the day. Even if people see you, they just laugh. LAUGH! I love being responsible for the laughter of others, even if they are laughing at me. Thus my car-dancing and desk-dancing bring levity to the doldrums of the morning. Happy to help:) I do what I can.

Note to self and others: listen to your friends.

Dear self and others,
This is just a friendly reminder that in fact you should pay attention to what your friends say. When a true friend tells you something, most often they are right. They can see things that you can't, and you will hate yourself when you realize later that they were right and you are an idiot. damn it i hate when that happens. :)

An ode to the TAH's for always telling me the harsh truth, you know I need it.

Sincerely
Tina

on the train yesterday.

Yesterday, I was on the train. Between gallery and branch somewhere. I was sitting cloistered in a corner of the train, with a glass wall in front of me.

The train hit L'enfant, and it was instantly reminesent of a boston bar during the series. I already had a seat, and the rather odoriforous woman sitting next to me left, so i moved to the wall. Beautiful. the wall, with a foot rest while the rest of these chumps smell each other's armpits. I loathe armpits of strangers.

I sat straight and properly, while I watched no one sit next to me. The masses were prefering to whiff armpits than to sit next to me?!? wow. That is astounding. Its because I'm a little white girl right? Riiiiiiighhhhht.

I don't smell. I won't bother you. Most likely I won't even touch nor look at you. I'm nearing invisible im so clear, so why not escape the armpits and relax next to me? God. I'm not going to get you arrested or something.

The hippy.

The hippy is my current foray into the dating world. He isn't really a hippy, but kinda looks like one.

my first day as a blogger...

Not only have i never done this before, I have never even been sucessful at maintaining a journal for more than 3 months at a time. lol this should be a blast. Basically I'm going to use this as an outlet for my many work-related and relationship-related frustrations conjoined with the interspersed happy moments that I get to witness. That being said, "let's start at the very begining, a very good place to start":

Ok, I am starting over right now, moving back to dc from my former hick-town residence, and I cannot be more confused, amazed, and bored by what has transpired in my life within the last oh.... 6 months.

Confused
The breakdown from the last 6 months: I was a picture of perfection, a virgo that "thrives in order" who was awaiting the day that I would be proposed to by the man I loved, finishing school, and trying to decide if and when I wanted to leave aforementioned hick town in the south for my good olde city. Of course I eventially reached a point at which I realize that all of my life-plans are hinging on the actions of another person. Granted, I loved him and was insatiably happy with him, but I began to wonder exactly how I had reached this point... of no return.

As a former womens college attendee, I had grown in the ideological basis that the girls like Jordan, who were incredibly talented individuals (and I stress individuals) that were granted the grace, intelligence, and general equipment to change the world were therefore granted the responsiblity to produce. Alas, as a model of what should be, Jordan did exactly what we didn't want; she up and married some skeezzy billionare that wanted his woman to be: a former model who would be pretty enough to get him elected and yet wouldn't inflict any serious subversion in the genetic production of their 14 perfect kids.

With Jordan as my model of what not to do, I began to plan a life. Past graduation and hick town. Mindful of how this could cause loveofmylife to think too much (a major problem for him as is not always the brightest with relations) and how I needed to focus on what I was finishing, I ploughed on through my seminars and finals.

When BAMMM! Emeril slugged me in the head with a pan. R-man came into the picture; short, and full of ... well something I will never grasp. Older and well-connected, I let myself wonder. WHOA. Big mistake. Lessons learned: 1) older=older not necessarily anything better than that. 2) connections and money I can work on, class is innate. and finally 3) I didn't want R-man, but what I wanted (loveofmylife) was slipping away on purpose.

So after innumberable arguements, and months later, I found myself still awake at 4:30am with an exam and the hours dwindling, contemplating why I had the cops called on me. THE COPS! ME! I was exaspirated and confused as to why I, most certainly the most docile of young women, was being told that I would have the cops to deal with within moments. ON THE PHONE! I wasn't beating anyone, nor even threatening (although I won't say what was whirring through my brain faster than anyone else could have entertained). It was at that moment that I burst into tears, curled up with a friend and sobbed for the remaining hours till my exam.

Apparently I did well in case there was concern. A few more arguements and tears later, I was not engaged to loveofmylife in fact, I was scorchingly single again.

Amazed.
Instantly, I was super-single. Apparently I was exuding singleness, as nearly every male i came into contact with wanted to hump me. who knew? I started laughing while kanye west's workout plan came on the radio, because I was the work out plan. I got what I wanted all the time. It was amazing. The professional athletes, the politicians, and the regular joes came out of the woodwork.

I will never understand what happened, I went out in hicktown, and I never had any contact with males I didn't already know. Then I move, and I'm a commodity? I wish someone would explain that to me. So this is where I'm at, amazed with a transformation in my life.


Bored.
As sad as it sounds, I am bored with it all now.