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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

date up

I have been a bad bad poodle. Always reading other blogs and slacking on my own. SOOOOOooooo... quick and to the point:
I fasted last weekend. It was hard but I felt great afterwards except that I haven't been able to stop eating for 4 days. I thought my stomach would shrink with a fast but I am eating like I think someone may steal my food. I don't know about all that.

I am going to an ASLA conferance in Fort Lauderdale in less than 2 weeks. I think it will be a blast. Bill is worried about hurricanes (who can blame him really).

My birthday is in exactly 2 weeks. I will be 30 and I am anxious for it to be over and done with.

I want to drink Baileys Irish Cream on the rocks all night long but I have to go to bed and get up for work tomorrow (and another day of non-stop face stuffing, I'm sure)(Marla once told me I ate as if I have 2 assholes. HA)

Friday, September 16, 2005

Being catty

I don't know why, but I feel like lately, I have been talking about people a lot. Not as though I am always saying negative things but I still don't like it. I once read that un-intelligent people talk about others, normal people talk about happenings, and wise people talk about ideas. I'd much rather be in one of the latter two categories 95% of the time. I think that being in school with a fairly tight-knit group of classmates lends itself to being gossippy. Maybe when the brain is taxed by school work, it likes to relax by talking smack about others. Bad brain! I am going to try harder to bite my tongue when that little evil gossipy slice of Jess tries to climb out through my mouth.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005


I am a little ball of energy right now and I am sitting in the studio, reading the worlds most boring article on Land Analysis. I want to do something FUN and so do most of the folks sitting around me. Actually, Gina and I are going to get a drink downstairs.

Monday, September 05, 2005


Rosie wrote all about her domestic weekend in her cute little Denver house with her cute little Denver pets and her cute little Denver boyfriend. Kev isn't really "little" but he is sort-of short so it fits ok (no offense kev). I know I am doing the right thing in my life right now (going to Grad school, living in an apartment, driving my '94 teal blue station wagon), but sometimes I ache for a house and a doggie and a yard and a wine rack and a craft room and a neighborhood and all that shit. I will just have to go visit Ro again soon and live vicariously through her.
On the up side, my weekend was quite pleasent. Virginia style. On Friday night, six of us went out to dinner at the local cajun bar/restaraunt (maybe sub-consciously paying hommage to those suffering in the gulf coast area) and since it was so nice out, we sat on the outside deck and drank Red Stripes and Mojitos. On Saturday, I went to the gym and then for a bike-ride, done by 11am. Bill and I went to Hillsville for the HUGE annual labor-day weekend flea market. When I say HUGE, I am not talking about a few hundred booths. I mean THOUSANDS, everything you can imagine and then some! I have never seen anything like it! Fortunately, we were only allotted 2 hours there and then we went up on to the Blue Ridge Parkway to mile post 213 for a great outdoor bluegrass concert,replete with picnic, lawnchairs, video camera, and fleece jacket (yummy Fall is on her way). On Sunday, lazy morning and then an educational adventure to the local Smithfield Plantation house. Rather like a mini-Montecello-type-thing. I learned about some local history, can't hide the fact that slavery was a prominant part of Virginia history. I feel like I saw a lot of really nice quilts this weekend, both at the flea market and the plantation house. I am covetous of a quilt for my bed.
I had such a sunny and relaxing and lovely weekend that I didn't even mind that I had to work in the studio from 5-midnight last night. That was my weekend and it was only 2-days long since VA Tech has classes today.
So, for now, my life as a student and a apartment dweller is working out ok but I know one thing. I know that when I do have my house and my yard with my pets and my crafts, it is going to be one hell of a fun place to be.