it's raining

Yayyyyyy, rain. So I find myself caring about work stuff when I'm really not that kind of person. Don't get me wrong, I care about what I need to and when I need to. I'm not a total sociopath...but I've been way too concerned with everything else. Time to move on...

no mas Tuna

Well, children, it's been too long. There's a reason, you know. Sadly, the internet has had to go in the interest of cutting expenditures. I'm poor. And Sonoma County is not the place for poor college students trying to scrape by with their gpa and their sanity. I'm much better off than I have been in years, don't get me wrong. My rent and car payments are never late, I'm much more financially secure than in a very long time. The problem lies in the cost of living in the area. Despite my best attempts, my burly improvements in the budgeting area, and my heroic self denial in the shopping arena, I can't do it. That paired with the apparently impending concentration camp-like qualities of my work environment since the supervisory changes have forced me to change plans for the near future. San Francisco is going to have to wait until after school, I'm thinking I'll go up to Washington where my cousin lives. It's extraordinarily cheap, it snows, and I'd be able to be closer to her and the boys. And I'd get the fuck out of this area code. These factors are all appealing as hell, just so you know. It's not for sure as Craig-o would say, but it's looking better and better....

We'll see, huh?

Guess Where La Julie Is?

It's time for the first of many rousing games of "where is la Julie?" Well, at the very last minute I managed to escape the dreaded 707 area code and I now find myself in the much favorable 702 one. On the offchance you're not an area code encylopedia, I'm in Reno. Welll, Sparks, technically. Yes, Craig decided that we were coming so he could watch the latest NASCAR race in style. He decided this at like 9 last night while we were working, and we left town at a hair after midnight. Yayyyyyyy! I love that I'm out of town. Life is good.

Well, I'd think about it, but I hate orange...

Your Blog Should Be Orange

Your writing has a star quality - it's charming, bold, and flamboyant. You write what's on your mind, without fear of embarrassment later. You are one of the most honest bloggers around, and people appreciate your daring persona.

What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?

Well, everyone's blogging is putting me to shame, so I guess I'd better get on it. I just had a lovely dinner with Devorah. She's just such a beautiful person, she makes me glad to be a woman and she always makes me feel so.....honest! And hey, she tells me how people are gossipping that Craig and I are together. HAHA! I can think of two things wrong with that idea. Damn, that's funny I don't care who you are. Anyway, Devorah and I always have such wonderful talks, even if it's just one of our commuting calls, where we catch up in the half hour it takes for one of us to get to or from work. I always discover wonderful bloggable things while enjoying these talks, but only some of it makes it here. Tonight you might just get the part about my complete inability or unwillingness to really depend on another human being for anything important. But first, something more interesting....

Rachel has been my best friend for going on 11 years now. We met one of our first days of high school in social studies class, Mr. Cullanan's as I recall. She sat next to me, and one of us (probably me) was going to be missing a class and we swapped phone numbers for the homework. The rest is history, and much of it downhill if you were to ask our at the time tormented parents. We've gone through moving out of Sebastopol, out of the county, even to the opposite side of the state. We've been through boys, girls, camping, too many intoxicants, and both too much and too little partying. We've been essentially thrown out of school, we've cut more classes together than any two people should, and we've redeemed ourselves. We've been through breakfasts of sparkling cider, strawberries, and brie in Ives Park to sandwiches and Schwan's juice at the graveyard, the crypt to be specific. We've been through all kinds of crazy shit at the crypt and the graveyard, come to think of it. We've been through weddings, a couple births, and too much death for our tender years. In the past few years we've gone through changing from two of a kind to two very different people, and then now a comfortable blend of the two... Rachel is like my sister. And tonight, despite the fact that I feel as though I know her like a sister, she surprised me with a whole different side of her. There was something she had been keeping from me, and while I always had a sort of feeling about it, I believed her when she denied it! Well, first of all, who the hell knew?! And second of all, damn you're good! Like, infinitely better than me! Third, and most importantly, I have this to say:

ROCK (and blog) ON TIGERLILY!!!!

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Okay, I'm done. You'll have to wait eagerly for my fascinating bit of self analysis.

There, ya hear that? That's the sound of sarcasm dripping from that last statement I made. Okay, goodnight.

music: the Postal Service (OMG I LOOOVE THEM!)

I just found a link to pics of the cat I had with my ex.

http://www.catster.com/?218585

God, I so miss him. I'm going to go off myself now....or make breakfast, one of the two...

uit pensionering

Well good grief. Despite that I don't seem to blog more than once in a while anymore, I still manage to interact with people socially in the non-blog universe. Well, not this weekend, boy! Eeeegads! I was all excited because I had a full three day weekend, no school friday, nothing. It was wide open, baby! Well, thursday night I started to feel smarmy and by friday morning I was half dead. I remained that way until hmmm, this morning? I still am sick, sound like hell at the present anyway. But I don't feel quite so horrible. I went to the doctor yesterday, oh I adore Kaiser. I was told that the bronchitis I had a month and a half ago or so must not have gone away entirely and that it was in danger of turning into pneumonia if we didn't handle our business. Fannnnfuckingtastic. I suppose that explains why I've been so damned exhausted. Anywho, I've had pneumonia twice, three times would be getting ridiculous.

So...what's new and exciting in Julie-Land... Not much! It's vaguely possible that I might go to my cousin's for Christmas, turns out I have a three day weekend that weekend, too! Smashing. Ohhh, 4 days 'til Harry Potter! Yayyyy!!! The question is, who am I going with?

So my boss left on thursday. No mas Gabrielle. It's a shame, really. As evil and unfair as she could be, ultimately she was cooler than any boss I've ever had. *sigh* Damn. I'm terrified of what they'll find to replace her. Supposedly our regional manager is taking the place on the interim. Ohhh scary. Very scary. I've heard all scary accounts of her mangerial style except two. Crikey. This can't be a good thing.

I started working out at Curves again, I haven't done it in years. The assistant manager, Cheryl, looks and acts like my old friend Cathy in Oakdale. Cathy was the assistant lab manager and my Oakdale mom. She watched out for me and was there for me in good times and in very very bad times. I miss her, wish I could get ahold of her... Seeing Cheryl reminds me how much I miss her!

Well, I can't see how this blog is anything interesting to anyone but me, so I'll cut it short after this definition from urbandictionary.com:

blogsmack
Using a blog to broadcast something slanderous, disrespectful, scandalous or embarrassing about someone.

The President was blogsmacked around the internet today, with left-wing bloggers having a field day with his latest antics in the Oval Office.

She got fired when she was blogsmacked by a disgruntled former employee who decided to write about her prior convictions on his blog.

It's been forever since I posted, so here I am!!!! It may be brief, but it's a post nonetheless. Life is good, had today off... I have work tomorrow and I'm going to get yelled at because of a patient's paranoia. Yep, mmhmm. That's greaaaat. But hey, it won't be the first time. I've decided to throw an anniversary party for my parent's 30th. I'm a little concerned about my complete lack of funds, but I'm going to try to pull something together anyway. Hmmm, what else? I voted, did you? It's a waste of time but I always do it anyway, just so I can say I did. And also so I can bitch about what a complete waste of time it is. Yup. Anywho, I have come to the realization that despite some definite left tendencies I am actuallly propelled to the right by the moronic unstable freaks that compse most of the liberal parties. They are so illogical and uncivilized in many of their arguments that by sheer horror I find myself racing in the opposite direction. Scary, huh? Perhaps we need to think about how we present ourselves.

Sono stanco

I am exhausted. I had a lonnnnnnng and partially grumpy day. I need to clean the litter box, come up with a ten minute signed story for which I really don't know the signs, take the garbage out, and hang out with Craig-o-roo. I just want to go to bed and not be stressed about the goddamned story for ASL....

not

going

to

happen.

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Necesito un gatito

Para mi amigo, el Jason.

Figure it out, my little friends.


Castro was FAAABULOUS!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!! I love love loved it. We went to see the Saw 2 before it all, it was good, twisted, but not quite as fabulous as the first of course. And they left it open for a third, and I don't think that's going to be a good thing. But it was fun, nonetheless. Then we cruised on down to the Castro and had a fabulous time. There were tons of cool costumes.... I had my pic taken with a guy in a UPS uniform that had stuffed dogs sewn onto it everywhere like they were attacking him. It was fucking hysterical. Then there was the FEMA guy. He was dressed in a suit and tie and had a FEMA sign on his hat. Attached to the back of the hat was an arrow facing behind him that read "disaster." Smashing. There were Adam and Steve, Spy A and Spy B, some lovely drag queens, and a wolf in grandma's nightgown. There were three stages, all of which playing good music, and enough cute girls to give that evening an extra special kick. ;-) And now, my dissertation....

Halloween in the Castro is a massive event spread over I believe 12 city blocks. Everywhere you turn you are bombarded with impossibly loud music and thousands upon thousands of people. The estimate for last night alone was around 300,000. Many of said people were intoxicated in one form or another. Many of them are simply hell bent on bad behavior. Add to this the inherent adult nature of the Castro after hours (especially during an event), and you have the makings of a wild night. As well it should be. My issue lies with the moronic trash that insists upon bringing their dogs and small children. Neither dogs nor small children enjoy being stepped on or assaulted with incredibly loud noises. Children (and the rest of us, for that matter) don't especially need to witness fat bald men in tissue box costumes that read "Blow Me Tissue" and sporting a 12 inch dildo from their pants. And that was the mild stuff. I'd like to know, who the hell believes it's cute, fun, or beneficial to subject animals and children to this kind of event?! Fuck! They're the same group of people who insist upon bringing their dogs to firework displays. I'm sorry, but unless your dog is deaf and loves huge crowds, you should have your animal taken away. Likewise, the uncivilized trash that brings their children, furry or otherwise, to any such event should also have custody revoked. Could we be more disrespectful of an individual's wellbeing? Some of the people I witnessed last night appeared not to care, they were merely bringing their kids because they couldn't get a sitter. And goddamn it, they weren't going to let a little thing like a child get in their way! Others truly seemed to think it was a good idea, that their children would enjoy seeing 400lb. women on scooters baring their massive breasts for horrified onlookers. I'm not biased. Whether it was malicious disregard for child welfare or sheer, ignorant, stupidity, I believe all these vile creatures should have their children and animals taken away permanently and undergo sterilization, forced or voluntary. Yep, it's true.

:-)