Turtles Bring Their Homes With Them Too.
My roommate and I have delcared that "We, Frances Elaine Doherty and I, Angela Nicole Jinhee Kalu Gray, will herby go to Spain in the the summer of 2006." Yestersday we randomly decided that we are going...So yeah that is that...We are going. I swear, two "onlies" if they say they want to do something they will do it. Come on people, we are used to getting our way! I have been researching work permits, housing, etc. I get chills thinking about our futuristic adventure...
Over hump day...yeah, now on to hump weekend...err, not just kidding. Anyways, I have an article to finish up for Friday's paper and my deadline is tomorrow at 5. I am researching differentiations in professor salaries here at the U. I have to interview the lowest and the highest paid professors. I interviewed the lowest paid prof ("Hey, so how does it feel to be the lowest paid professor at the University?") and need to interview the highest ("So, let me get this straight,.. you're loaded?")
My largest project for this week and the weekend will be hauling all my crap home ; I came here with a couple carts and ever since then have succeeded at bringing more and more shit. I just like having my surroundings feel like home and feel like me. Where ever I go, I obviously bring myself and therefore, I bring my home... In my room, I have pictures of people I have met, postcards of countries I have visited and closet doors with several quotes on small pieces of shredded paper from ceiling to floor. The walls are covered with global maps of the world at different points in time. Shelves filled with antique cameras, records and knacks I collect, my violin, guitar and sheet music. I have newspaper articles, monologues, and letters from or about important people in my life (maybe you, if your reading)...(doubt it, sorry) and people I get my aspirations from (Greek goddesses to U.S. Senators to Journalists to Revolutionists. ) I also have a rather extensive collection of books by Hemmingway, Franken, Chomsky and Zinn. My collection of documentaries matches ranging from (every documentary freak's favorite) "The Fog of War," (Robert "Strange" McNamara -- what were his parents thinking?), to any war documentary in the last century. Yes, I am a nerd.
Speaking of movies, you must see "Downfall," it is amazing. Extremely controversial in European countries over the humanization of Adolf Hitler, but I think it is important in history to gain multiple aspects and angles of figures like him. It is a 3 hour movie all in German...I saw it 3 times... A couple summers back a guy came into Ragstock where I worked at the time and asked for black hair dye and told me he was trying out for the part as Hitler for an upcoming movie. He even gave me a practice monologue--in the middle of the store for all to see, it was quite an interesting day at work to say the least.
My roommate and I are actually hanging out this weekend; we're going to a formal cocktail party together. I love drinking with my roommate, we have fun and she takes care of me...she has to considering a shot and a half of tequila and I am bombed! I can't stand emotional drunks. I laugh at the girls sitting in the corner on their cells crying and smearing their mascara all over so they look like Marilyn Manson. I know there are guys like that too, so don't accuse me of ripping on girls... I mean I dislike the girls who dislike girls and only have guy friends...i s s u e s... Anyways, I am such a happy drunk, it's great really, sometimes I lie, usually when I get bored, and sometimes I am more blunt (yes, for those who know me, "more" blunt, if that is possible) and loss regard for the content that pours out of my mouth. For example, one night my roommate and I were at a party and I started giving a rather in depth, 15 minute long explanation of my favorite male body parts. (Legs...) I fucking just kept going and going. Nonetheless, I am a good time...
I've always had a leg fetish, I cannot say why. It's like a guy's legs can tell a lot about him, where he has been, what he does, etc. It is kind of awkward, "Hey baby can I feel up you manly swirls of leg hair, yumm." I love the runner legs, but it can vary. I mean I am attracted to a lot of different types of people. I like the athlete (not a jersy chaser, but like the idea of being active and competitive), the artist (whether photographer or painter, something so sexy about creativity and being able to express it), the outdoors enthusiast (love the outdoors!), the musician (the whole romantic acoustic showing of "write me a song, sing it and whisper it in my ear shit), and the nerd, I love nerds, (intelligence is hot). I ultimately, like a "man's man," (not a beer chuggin', truck drivin', SOB.) I like a guy who is headstrong, knows who he is and can carry himself well; and therefore, my theology is if he can do that he can carry me with at his side.
I'm not a bra burning, flaming (no pun intended) feminist, but I disregard many female stereotypes and love the idea of the strong and modern woman. But I swear...it is a tragic downfall how when I meet someone who meets the criteria listed above the sensitive and sweet side peaks it's ugly head. Don't tell anyone that someone could actually posess that power over me...or that I have a sensitive side...Please...I beg of you.
Over hump day...yeah, now on to hump weekend...err, not just kidding. Anyways, I have an article to finish up for Friday's paper and my deadline is tomorrow at 5. I am researching differentiations in professor salaries here at the U. I have to interview the lowest and the highest paid professors. I interviewed the lowest paid prof ("Hey, so how does it feel to be the lowest paid professor at the University?") and need to interview the highest ("So, let me get this straight,.. you're loaded?")
My largest project for this week and the weekend will be hauling all my crap home ; I came here with a couple carts and ever since then have succeeded at bringing more and more shit. I just like having my surroundings feel like home and feel like me. Where ever I go, I obviously bring myself and therefore, I bring my home... In my room, I have pictures of people I have met, postcards of countries I have visited and closet doors with several quotes on small pieces of shredded paper from ceiling to floor. The walls are covered with global maps of the world at different points in time. Shelves filled with antique cameras, records and knacks I collect, my violin, guitar and sheet music. I have newspaper articles, monologues, and letters from or about important people in my life (maybe you, if your reading)...(doubt it, sorry) and people I get my aspirations from (Greek goddesses to U.S. Senators to Journalists to Revolutionists. ) I also have a rather extensive collection of books by Hemmingway, Franken, Chomsky and Zinn. My collection of documentaries matches ranging from (every documentary freak's favorite) "The Fog of War," (Robert "Strange" McNamara -- what were his parents thinking?), to any war documentary in the last century. Yes, I am a nerd.
Speaking of movies, you must see "Downfall," it is amazing. Extremely controversial in European countries over the humanization of Adolf Hitler, but I think it is important in history to gain multiple aspects and angles of figures like him. It is a 3 hour movie all in German...I saw it 3 times... A couple summers back a guy came into Ragstock where I worked at the time and asked for black hair dye and told me he was trying out for the part as Hitler for an upcoming movie. He even gave me a practice monologue--in the middle of the store for all to see, it was quite an interesting day at work to say the least.
My roommate and I are actually hanging out this weekend; we're going to a formal cocktail party together. I love drinking with my roommate, we have fun and she takes care of me...she has to considering a shot and a half of tequila and I am bombed! I can't stand emotional drunks. I laugh at the girls sitting in the corner on their cells crying and smearing their mascara all over so they look like Marilyn Manson. I know there are guys like that too, so don't accuse me of ripping on girls... I mean I dislike the girls who dislike girls and only have guy friends...i s s u e s... Anyways, I am such a happy drunk, it's great really, sometimes I lie, usually when I get bored, and sometimes I am more blunt (yes, for those who know me, "more" blunt, if that is possible) and loss regard for the content that pours out of my mouth. For example, one night my roommate and I were at a party and I started giving a rather in depth, 15 minute long explanation of my favorite male body parts. (Legs...) I fucking just kept going and going. Nonetheless, I am a good time...
I've always had a leg fetish, I cannot say why. It's like a guy's legs can tell a lot about him, where he has been, what he does, etc. It is kind of awkward, "Hey baby can I feel up you manly swirls of leg hair, yumm." I love the runner legs, but it can vary. I mean I am attracted to a lot of different types of people. I like the athlete (not a jersy chaser, but like the idea of being active and competitive), the artist (whether photographer or painter, something so sexy about creativity and being able to express it), the outdoors enthusiast (love the outdoors!), the musician (the whole romantic acoustic showing of "write me a song, sing it and whisper it in my ear shit), and the nerd, I love nerds, (intelligence is hot). I ultimately, like a "man's man," (not a beer chuggin', truck drivin', SOB.) I like a guy who is headstrong, knows who he is and can carry himself well; and therefore, my theology is if he can do that he can carry me with at his side.
I'm not a bra burning, flaming (no pun intended) feminist, but I disregard many female stereotypes and love the idea of the strong and modern woman. But I swear...it is a tragic downfall how when I meet someone who meets the criteria listed above the sensitive and sweet side peaks it's ugly head. Don't tell anyone that someone could actually posess that power over me...or that I have a sensitive side...Please...I beg of you.
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