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Jun. 29th, 2006 02:12 pmEveryone at UPS is an absolute moron. Hopefully this thing will show up today. I dread having to communicate with them further. The irony is delicious, however.
Meanwhile, Alla Gossar really is like the greatest song ever. I am listening to it on repeat and thinking about the herbalism course I've been toying with taking on and off for nearly a decade now. Maybe this year. In other "learning to do crap" news -- 1 year, must learn how to drive, that's the deadline. It's a career necessity, much as I loathe the idea. It's also time to start thinking about where my next Difficult Trip of Emotional Significance will take me -- eventhough it's probably a bit over a year off.
When I was a sophomore in college, I blessedly got a single after an unbelieveable clusterfuck of a freshman year that involved rape threats, an editorial about my being queer from a straight "really, I swear, I'm okay with this" roommate in the school paper and a lot of other stupidity. The first two months, I refused to use the electric lights, and remember lots of nights sitting at my Mac SE writing papers in the glow and with the light of my ever so illegal candelabra thing. The moral of this story is merely, see, I was always this type of pretentious.
Finally, my hair seems to have finally figured out its current length and is no longer irritating me, although I'll be glad when it has an extram half-inch or so.
Meanwhile, Alla Gossar really is like the greatest song ever. I am listening to it on repeat and thinking about the herbalism course I've been toying with taking on and off for nearly a decade now. Maybe this year. In other "learning to do crap" news -- 1 year, must learn how to drive, that's the deadline. It's a career necessity, much as I loathe the idea. It's also time to start thinking about where my next Difficult Trip of Emotional Significance will take me -- eventhough it's probably a bit over a year off.
When I was a sophomore in college, I blessedly got a single after an unbelieveable clusterfuck of a freshman year that involved rape threats, an editorial about my being queer from a straight "really, I swear, I'm okay with this" roommate in the school paper and a lot of other stupidity. The first two months, I refused to use the electric lights, and remember lots of nights sitting at my Mac SE writing papers in the glow and with the light of my ever so illegal candelabra thing. The moral of this story is merely, see, I was always this type of pretentious.
Finally, my hair seems to have finally figured out its current length and is no longer irritating me, although I'll be glad when it has an extram half-inch or so.