2001-05-30 ± 11:00 a.m.
how bout I throw a bunch of stuff on a page and call it an "entry"?

moved all of my stuff to the 'rents haus. huge part of my life ("the college years in the college town") = over.
my entire back and both of my arms are screaming because I forced them to take batting practice for upwards of forty-five minutes on Monday. I hadn't swung a bat (save for at a midnight game of "diag wiffle ball" last month...but that bat was plastic) in years. I was knocking them pretty far, and that felt good. it's nice to be reminded that you can do things that other people would never think you capable of.
I'm not a skinny little girl and people are always a bit surprised when I do a little fake cheerleader kick or the splits...always give them what they least expect.

I wish that I had charming little stories to share, but alas my life has slowed down. no need to fret. I'll be moving in less than three weeks and you can bet on some drama from that.
tomorrow I'm off to chicago to visit monsieur denis. quite possibly the last time I ever see him. hmmmm. four days in chi-town oughta be a bliz-asst.

this entry has been very much akin to pig droppings, so I shall conclude with some thought provoking (though perhaps a bit trite) banter....
I'm constantly surprised when people accuse me of thinking a lot (some ex-boyfriends might even tell you "too much)...I have this little joke with my father...I always tell him what I've been thinking about when driving. because when I'm driving I'm usually doing one of two things...a) singing my ass off b) working through something (resolving world hunger, trying to decide what I'd say if elected to an office, telling off that bitch from my past). most of the time I probably look a little strange, since my mouth is moving and I might look a little passionate. but the thing that my dad and I always laugh about happened when I was still in high school. I came home one day and said "why do we clap to show appreciation? it seems like a silly thing to do, slam our hands together, who came up with that?" and my family gave me that look that I've become accustomed too and one of them said "when do you think up this stuff?" and I said "when I'm driving, what else am I supposed to do? think about driving?"

seriously kids...people waste a lot of time. thinking is the easiest thing to do, and yet hardly anyone ever does it. tsk tsk tsk.

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I do not aspire to be cast in a lawyer joke - 2004-02-10
update - 2003-11-04
girl...you'll be a woman...soon. - 2003-08-12