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[Sep. 2nd, 2009|05:55 pm] |
really quick update...
I PAID OFF MY STUDENT LOANS TODAY!
Fuck VCU. That's my mantra. Now I need to rack up more loans somewhere else and maybe even finish a degree... eeheeh1
I protested Whole Foods in Arlington today because their CEO is an idiot. www.singlepayeraction.org
notable things... 1. i got paid to do this 2. by ralph nader's cousin 3. fox news national interviewed me and are likely going to run the story.
Also... I'm currently in an apartment in Falls Church that Environmental Defense Action Fund is paying for, because I'm the Arlington canvass director. This means I hire/coordinate 6 people to work like 2 hours a day for $100 plus gas reimbursements. They get people to fill out postcards to mail to Senators Warner and Webb about clean energy legislation, as well as calling their office and harassing them a bunch. It's pretty sweet. I'm robbing the Dems, basically.
This job ends Oct 2nd... then whaaat will i dooo? I've gotta lotta loot, 0 debt, and 0 prospects. WTF? |
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[Aug. 18th, 2009|02:30 am] |
i am currently being paid quite well to hire and manage 6 people. the job for the 6 people takes 1-2 hours to complete, pays $90 a day, and is basically harassing the VA senators about clean energy legislation via getting people to fill out postcards to send them as well as calling their office about it.
the fact that i'm HERE makes this a cake walk because not only do i know a ton of people to give jobs to but i know the good petition spots. i've basically employed my entire house. michael and my mom are doing my data entry shifts, daniel and tim are canvassing. i've got ruslan full time and alex ruiz has been coming with me almost every day. ben's likely going to do a minimum of full time, and other people are going to do shifts here and there. marty's been here a few days and tyler gets here tomorrow or the next day. and those are my employees... ha. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2009|11:14 pm] |
current:
1. today kim brought her new massage table over and gave me an awesome massage. she says i am extremely right bodied and need to use my left body more. hmm.
2. i went into warrenton but then decides to drive to The Plains then took a bunch of hilly back roads through farmlands and ended up farther north in the county where it's one huge farm estate after the other, with an occasional break for an expensive restaurant/hotel/resort combo in an estate-like building. it's so much more impressive to have a huge estate with a name, most of which can't be seen from the road, and have a ton of landscaping and they're up long windy roads, and just massive houses that are of course one of a kind instead of these dumbasses who buy multi-million dollar sub division mansions closer to DC with 0 land and 0 privacy. it's funny how much people spend on stupid houses in Fairfax County etc, and they think that's all there is. if i had enough money i'd have a crazy victorian house built, or i'd buy an old one, that's far off the road... but then also have an apartment in a city because i'm neurotic like that. yes, and then i will never move again, it's so true.
3. my kombucha homebrew was done today. they are soooo freakin' delicious. i made strawberry and blackberry kombuchas.
4. rachel and i went on a dinner date to Faang, it was tasty. she is going to come over tomorrow, trim my hair, do my make up, then we are going to have a ridiculous photo shoot.
5. i have to get up at 6am to take my mom, daniel, tim, and ellie to dulles airport because they're flying to aruba. they all got plane tickets in february when they were only $400. my mom rented some resort there with a few bedrooms and a kitchen, so its big enough for everyone. now tickets are like $650 and honestly if i were to spend that on a plane ticket i'd like to be gone longer than 1 week so i'm just not going. plus, i'm supposed to go to nyc next week anyway for this activist training conference thing. i was also going to leave a few days ago and go to philly to visit coral and rogers playing a show tomorrow, then to poughkeepsie, then to nyc, but i didn't feeeel like doing all of that... but kim's having a going away party tomorrow anyway, so i am going to that of course.
6. i feel like my life is boring and uneventful but i guess it really isn't. i've been here a month now, almost, so that feels a little weird. i've been asleep most of it, so whatever.
7. life right now feels really weird because i have never been quite this directionless, i really have no future prospects currently, i am just dealing with immediate concerns but i guess that's better than neglecting them which is what i typically do. but what will i be doing next month? i don't have any idea. rachel asked me if i'm going to take classes, i mean i guess i still could... it's possible. i doubt it though. i can't forsee myself being anywhere in particular next month. i keep telling my mom i'm going to fly to europe and not come back until i'm out of money. if i were really going to do that i don't know where i'd go, i'm too indecisive, i need someone to make decisions for me and i will just critique the details. |
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[Aug. 1st, 2009|06:51 pm] |
1. i do not like feeling bad, so i am fixing it
2. last night was the craziest lightening storm maybe ever. i went to a show in amissville at this place that would make a great squat. it was 2 creepy abandoned buildings by a mucky lake, i was told that the guy who built it had it modeled after hitler's chateau. the last tenants died of heroin overdoses. a bunch of bands played, i left when it started raining because i was parked in a field and i knew i'd get stuck.
3. my kombucha is ready tomorrow!!!
4. i pulled a hmac with my facebooks. only hmac will know what i'm talking about.
5. speaking of, i will be in nyc next week from the 10th-14th and maybe more...
6. everyone else in my house will be in aruba. fuck.
7. "10s of thousands of people" were called for some telemarketing robocall, accidently using my phone number. the call backs are STILL coming in. how this happened is sort of my fault. i don't feel like explaining.
8. i went to the bunnyman bridge with Kaze on friday night. there were 2 other cars of people there. when i went in the tunnel and started loudly going on about summoning satan and how i'd lured victims from maryland (the 2 cars had maryland tags) to sacrifice to the bunnyman... 1 car of people sped off and the other people got back in their car when i started walking towards them and wouldn't come back out. loralynne's afriad of the bunnyman, she read about him when she was reading about things to do in VA, so i called her house right before midnight. the call cut off at midnight and i didn't have cell service again until 12:01, when i called back mike said that he figured i hung up right at midnight just to fuck with them, and when i told him i didn't his response was "so the satanic murderous bunnyman ghost didn't take your soul, he just interrupted your cell phone call?" yes, exactly. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2009|12:12 am] |
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super depressed day: got nothing done. got up early and finished bank stuff, stock stuff, filled out UVA hospital papers and mailed stuff, then got really depressed about it. its hard to explain why, but i knew i would, so if i had a 'real' job i would have never done this on a day i was supposed to go to work. i guess it's like, for over 4 years i've known that i'm supposed to go to the doctor but i just have not, and to actually send in papers to try to go back is verrry depressing. it is like someone talking about going back to school for 4.5 years then finally filling out a FAFSA and doing the essay and sending the transcripts, filling out the application, and mailing it. it's like, you feel different once it's actually happening. you might not get accepted to the school, i might just get another fucked up diagnosis. i applied for americorp new orleans things, and although i haven't heard back it is unlikely (add: very) that i'd be able to do that on account of going to the doctor. my life has 0 direction other than inevitable numerous trips to Charlottesville to get poked at with needles. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2009|11:48 pm] |
I always go from thinking I have a really great, lucky life to really hating it. People I know always tell me I have a "charmed" life and in a lot of ways I do. I always have. I always will.
Today I saw some ridiculous designer dresses I ordered have been shipped out. I talked to my stock broker about transferring stocks. I went around and took money out of 3 checking accounts, and on the way home the hundred dollar bills fell out of their envelopes from the compartment under my steering wheel where I stowed them, and poured over my feet. I like to drive barefoot, short trips and long trips. Money poured into my pink and orange Ralph Lauren espadrilles. When I got them, I meant to embroider flowers or something onto the tops, but then I went to Florida and didn't have time. Now they have mud on one heel from stepping in a puddle when I was picking blueberries. I went the wrong way, I found fruit. It was sweet. I baked muffins and pancakes for the kids I stayed with at the New College dorms in Sarasota. I never lived in the dorms, I never felt like a college student. I sort of felt like a bug, one that's in a jar. It's just a matter of time, it's going to run out of oxygen.
I mean, why do you think my skin is so pale, anyway?
Finally having to deal with the contents of my bank accounts feels really strange. Before now they've been imaginary numbers on a screen that came from pieces of paper that sat on my desk for weeks before I took them to the bank. I scribbled some numbers down, and my address, and did what I always do. You know, if it all blew out the window I wouldn't care. I don't even remember where it came from- several different places, I guess. I've basically been traveling aimlessly for over two years now. My whole life is one aimless venture. I've got stories, though, and that's worth much more to me than green pieces of paper. I feel like, if I'm poor, I'll die. But right now, being poor is what I have to be so I can sit there and let the phlebotomist take dozens of tubes of blood out of my arm, and mark them all with different color stickers. Then a few minutes later they'll give me a piece of paper and a nurse to explain it to me, even though I taught myself to read it a long time ago. It's just a blood count- platelets, WBCs, RBCs, and their components. Sometimes every one of them is low, sometimes every one of them is high. It depends on what kind of mood my bloods in, I guess. Blood is completely unaffected by money.
In the past 4 years I've never had to worry when I looked at my checking account to see if I can buy groceries or pay my bills or go shopping or go to the bar, I just do it. I've just had to wonder "where did this bruise come from?" Then I tell myself that I clearly ran into something and forgot, but I know that I'm lying.
I really can't believe that I'm 23 and I still have to deal with this. I don't know, when I was 18, I thought it was fleeting. I didn't think I was even sick then, the sheets of papers with numbers on them that all said 'L' for Low next to them had the same effect to me as the dollar amounts on the screen of my bank accounts right now. I think I ate too much acid when I was 18... 17... 16...
My perceptions of reality are completely bizarre, it can be good and bad. It's always either charmed or totally fucked. It's finally occurred to me recently that I've got pretty text book commitment phobia, and isn't ironic, to give someone who's afraid to sign sign a lease or get their own cell phone plan, even, chronic incurable diseases.
I can run, but I can't hide... I just hope that when I go the wrong way I keep getting fruit. That at least makes things bearable, and tasty. |
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[Jul. 21st, 2009|12:15 am] |
general indecision aka business as usual.
yesterday i randomly decided to drive to richmond to get my phone charger, a kombucha culture, and a bday card from world of mirth. i knew no place in warrenton would have a decent card, and that world of mirth would have something suiting. they aim to please. so, on facebook (i have been facebook obsessed since i got back because i hadn't had a cell phone to use constantly) kaze and i decided to go right then. i haven't spent much time with kaze recently but he's always a favorite. if i stick around here i am sure i will see a lot of him. these days he has an apartment in bealeton but works in the senate doing techy stuff and apparently watching a ton of Gitmo trials. richmond was a ridiculous yet short trip, i was only there for 3-4 hours. brooke's new job is "threading eyebrows" and she, drunkely, in the dark offered to thread mine. of course i agree, because 'no' isn't exactly in my vocabulary. well, before i knew it i was basically screaming because that shit HURTS! i am convinced she wears a leather mask to work. the process is more less taking a piece of string/flossy stuff and removing eyebrows with it, somehow. crazy.
today jared told me he decided i'm moving in with him and charlie. tonight chris sent me a text asking if i'm going to move in with him or what. tonight i got a questionable message from a boy in australia. i get many of those. how can i take someone in australia seriously? i really can't. i don't take people even here seriously.
nordstrom in richmond heard through the freakin' grapevine that i am back in town and are actively trying to get me to come take my old job back. they're getting HR on my case. you'd think they'd be tired of me! hilarious.
oh, and i interviewed with americorp new orleans this afternoon. in between florida robocalls and things with that.
i think i found an MFA program i might wanna do. which is HUGE because the reason i haven't finished my BFA is because i decided a BFA is worthless to me. so, maybe i will finish it.
where? when?
apparently i can go get my old job back and live with jared, haha. sarah thinks i should just move to australia.
life is... silly. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2009|12:51 am] |
other than rachels on tuesday, i think it was, i've been cooped up at home all week other than my short daily ventures to get coffee and things. so tonight i was talked into going to bburg (you can infer the location) for margaritas. even though i said i'm not feeling well and i'm tired and i have work stuff to do, went out, decided social interaction would probably make me feel better. yeah, well, don't invite me over if you're going to be busy shooting dope in the bathroom the whole time. i will probably just get up and leave when you go out to smoke a cigarette. he will probably not die. he will probably live to be super old like Burroughs and torture me for the rest of my life. as long as i allow it, that is.
this is why i hate fauquier, this is why i say "i can't handle being home." watching people destroy themselves sucks. and, i find it very insulting, given my personal woes... people that would otherwise be healthy making themselves sick is pretty incredible. |
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[Jul. 17th, 2009|01:11 pm] |
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in the past week i've spent a ridiculous amount of hours in bed. hopefully next week is 56 or less. we shall see. |
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[Jul. 16th, 2009|09:18 pm] |
if it weren't for robocalls from VA tomorrow i'd be
going to see chris's band play in huntington
then i'd be meeting up with roger to go hang out in a castle in pittsburgh with some anarchists for a week then going to poughkeepsie to see amanda<3 and schenectady to see mike and LL then probably down to the city then stopping in baltimore to see sarah on the way back. oh, and by this time coral would be back in philly and i'd go there, too. FUCK. |
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