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Saturday night Shawnapos;s friend Wyatt took us on a tour of an abandoned elementary school that attaches to our campus. It was terrifying and beautiful, and surreal beyond belief, I canapos;t fully describe it in words. When I get my camera, max and I are going to go back during the day and take pictures. Iapos;ll post some here.

We saw "Machinal" today, a play written in the twenties, about the machine-like coldness of that society. The special effects and set design were wonderful, especially the wooden electric chair that follows our heroine around as she moves through her world.
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Friday afternoon I left work early for an appointment. It was a lovely, autumn day and I enjoyed it during my drive to my appointment. I could have done without the doctor making me jump out of my skin when he pressed on the sore parts of my hands. I declined his offer on how to resolve the problem (needles, yuck). He suggested I return in four months, I countered with six months. Small doses works for me. I spent the rest of the day with hands on ice, off and on.

Then a visit to my brotherapos;s where he and I and my sister-in-law watched "Iron Man." I love that movie.

I made it home in time to try to watch Sanctuary. Thereapos;s no way around it for me--Sanctuary is a bad show. Iapos;ve tried to watch it three times now. Its ideas and writing and acting, all sub-par (seriously, I havenapos;t rolled my eyes this much since I was a teenager). Maybe it worked better on the web? I like Amanda Tapping, but not here. The character of the daughter is boring. The main guy reads like a weaker and less interesting Daniel Jackson--i canapos;t help it, the guy reminds me of Daniel in the early seasons of SG1. So, unless in the game of apos;spot that Stargate actorapos;, David Hewlett or Joe Flanigan or Rachel Luttrell or Jason Mamoa or Michael Shanks shows up, I wonapos;t be watching Sanctuary.

As for SGAapos;s latest? I am thrilled by the confident competence of McKay when he has to save himself. I adore Sheppard (what wasnapos;t to love about that fond smile he gave Rodney). Ronon is adorable and Teyla exudes calm and strength. I enjoy the friendship and cohesion of the team. I continue to not like Carson much (he was never a favorite).

Only eight episodes left. I, for one, will be sad

How does one train a puppy to stop chasing the cat? To stay out of particular room?

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Oh my god I love October, can you guess why? Am I that predictable? (yes)

This year Iapos;ve been slowly putting a really neat costume together. Well in theory itapos;s neat, but I donapos;t think I have the height to quite pull it off. 5apos;6 ainapos;t all that threatening. Anyways. Thereapos;s still a couple things that Iapos;m waiting on in the mail and tomorrow Iapos;m going hunting for some longpile brown fur - to SEW WITH This incompetent fool is going to attempt to make a big, fluffy canine tail. Odds are itapos;ll turn out looking like a dead thing at the side of a road but you never know. :)
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i woke up this morning rmbing the dream i had, and wishing it was real because everything would be much simpler and clearer.
i think the act of buying coffee at the drink stall ytd must have done it. Plus everything from hearing the bouncing of balls against the walls to morning assemblys.

(:

Itapos;s true we donapos;t know what weapos;ve got until its gone,
but we donapos;t know what weapos;ve been missing until it arrives.

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WITH�LOVE�:D

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So the Sidewalk Solutions men finally replaced the sidewalk. Much less sturn und drang than anticipated: one day to jackhammer it out and bulldoze it flat, concrete poured the next day, cleanup the third day, done and done

After they left the first day, I checked for tree roots where the crack was; nothin but dirt. Apparently the city inspector agreed. So the evergreen stays WOOHOO

I tried to keep the kids off it while it dried the second day (actually, one of the workers stayed til it was nearly done), but someone snuck past the many, many sawhorse barriers and drew some smiley faces and scuffed it up with the little bit of still-soft concrete sitting on the side.

So I went out there with some water and a whisk broom and...made it much, much worse trying to clear off the mess. When the workers returned for the cleanup, they spent a long time trying to repair the damage; it looks OK now, but not as good as if the hooligans had just left it the frack alone.

Mainly I am happy that the tree is staying, and that my prop mgr didnapos;t drop by as planned.

Oh yeah, and the tree, the TREE When he dropped by weeks ago to inspect the sidewalk damage, he did a tour of the (exterior) premises and decided the neighborapos;s mimosa overhanging the garage had to be cut back. He penciled that in for my biannual gardener visit.

Sure enough, about a week later, my lazy Sunday afternoon nap was interrupted by loud loud chainsaws. When I went outside to see who had done what, the mimosa was hacked to bits All of the lovely branches shielding my backyard from the prying eyes of passersby (no fence)? GONE

The branches over the neighborapos;s yard were gone as well; turns out my prop mgr had nothing to do with it and was unaware of it. So apparently the neighbors reached the same conclusion at exactly the same time?

And yeah, itapos;s easier to get my car into the garage, and now I donapos;t whack my head when I ride my bike down the driveway, but yeesh. The backyard feels so...exposed now.

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Yah know what? Classic mean girls. Yah, that didnapos;t really state much. Or did it state everything? I have been...and will continue to be...a mean girl. But Iapos;m not a "clasic" mean girl. I donapos;t put other people down to make myself feel better. I donapos;t put people down because its fun and Iapos;m witty enough to do it. I donapos;t get any joy in making people cry, upset, or just mad. But when I read old journal entries...and look back at my life...I am amused. Really Ohhhh I was bad. I was terrible. But I was attacked first. I donapos;t tend to make the first move.
Girl walking in front of me with friend...They turn around, look at me, and then start laughing. Sooo kitty grabs her sweet little pony tail, pulls her backwards, and slams that pretty head into the wall. I was provoked, I swear That was freshman year. Fun, huh? Thats just an example. Iapos;m better with words. Like the 5 foot tall freshman that wanted to kick my ass when I was a senior. Held up five bucks and said "Iapos;ll pay you five bucks if your short lil leg can reach my ass" She didnapos;t like that, and bothered me no more. Maybe because I continued to remind her I still had that five bucks for her. Hmmmmm, maybe not.
Now today was fun...because I donapos;t get along with my store manager, and she thinks she is the shit...sometimes. Today seemed to be one of those times. Now earlier I had checked my schedule and saw I did not exist on it. Asked her about it, and she said she hadnapos;t seen the schedule, the other manager, Yolanda, had made it, and she would look into it. Well later on while I was being my usual sweet self ( a wise ass) my store manager said (jokingly) that if I kept it up I would no longer be on the schedule. "I am the boss. I hold the big key. I have a say in everything that goes on." And what did kitty say to that? "If thats true, then why didnapos;t you have a clue about the schedule next week?" Ahhh, point for kitty. Defeated lil store manager.
And my hair is braided today...so I was called pig-tails all day. And when my store manager asked how long it took to braid my hair, I answered sweetly that Junior does it for me. "You wake him up at 4 am to braid your hair?" "No," I said. "I wake him up at 4:30." She laughed and said "Thats not much better. I would never do that." I just looked at her and said "And this is why you and I are not married." and miss store manager with a response to everything HAD to say "Youapos;d never survive a marriage with me." So quick-witted me just laughed and told her "No darling, you wouldnapos;t survive a marraige with ME. After all...Iapos;m the one waking your ass up to braid my hair." No response...she walked away. Fine. Weapos;re sooooo over.

See Iapos;m funny. Sarcastic. Kind of a bitch. But good at what I do. And when your good at something...never do it for free. So pretty much I get paid to bullshit my way through a day...and while actually doing some work...getting on the nerves of management. But my postion is secure enough. They love me...against their will. I bring something different to the table for them. When someone pisses off someone else...Iapos;m the one over the intercom yelling "blanket party" Hahaha, too bad those who come running canapos;y actually do anything. So we just bitch, moan, and be the mean lil backstabbers that we are. Management lies to everyone. Employess backstab you. And the morning crew? We just royally fuck you over. Ohhh yah, its a good place to work. Too bad the boys I liked moved on with their jobs. Cause there used to be a whole lot of flirting. There still is...but some spies have been brought it...so I stay far away from that.
See they just transferred my supervisor. Guess she couldnapos;t handle us. Her and I would be hugging each other one day...and screaming at each other the next day. She said in her sweet voice "Kat is actually doing work?" And sweet lil me fired back with "Iapos;m not the one hiding by my damn desk everyday while thereapos;s work to do. Now pick up a box and move your ass." Yah...good times. She wanted to walk us around the store one day and point out all the things wrong so she said "Field trip children Everyone on the bus" And as usualy...my response was "Oh, are you the bus? cause we can fit a few more people." soooo Iapos;m kind of an ass. So what? Now we have a new supervisor. Iapos;ve been giving her hell all the same. Sheapos;s already thrown a box at me. I tripped her the next time she walked by. Maybe Iapos;m the reason we are going through so many supervisors????? Oh welll. I love it all the same. Cause Iapos;m me...and I donapos;t care what you think. I get treated like shit, get paid shit, and so I dish out the bullshit.

Ohhhhh yahhhhh

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New dress, a cute little baby doll number in Alice Blue, $44.57. Candles, the ones strewn all over the mostly-empty apartment, one dollar each. Finally getting up the courage to move forward in the relationship with your first ever boyfriend... Priceless. Alice had rushed through her fourth midterm in order to make everything perfect for Vincentapos;s arrival.

She was so nervous that her hands shook crazily as she put the popcorn in the microwave. They were finally going to kiss... And maybe even... Well, that was getting ahead of herself. But now that she had learned a few more details in a very awkward conversation with a friend at the college... Alice almost felt ready. Almost.

The knock at the door caused Alice to jump. She had to calm herself down and check that her wild red curls were still tied securely in their messy bun before opening the door.

"H-hi, Vincent." She stuttered nervously. He looked so sharp, so tall, so ... Dark and handsome.

"Um... Hi. Can I come in?" He asked pleasantly, smiling at her awkwardness. He had gotten used to it by now. Alice nodded and opened the door wider.

"You look really nice," She said sheepishly.

"How ironic, I was about to tell you the same thing." He smiled wider as she nervously giggled. It was adorable in a weird way. "So what excitement do you have lined up for tonight?"

Alice blushed and stuttered at the image his question conjured up. "P-p-popcorn?" She was clearly thinking about another form of excitement that she wasnapos;t sure about just yet...

Vincent nodded and sat on the couch. "Ah, so weapos;ll be enjoying more of the classics tonight." He eyed the stack of black and white movies on the floor in front of the couch. It was their usual "almost date" activity. He watched her intently, causing her to blush more.

"Um... Uh... THE�POPCORN�I should make sure it doesnapos;t burn" Alice rushed to the microwave and picked up the bag of popcorn burning her fingers in the process. "Ouch" She dropped the bag and the popcorn went everywhere

Vincent laughed,�"Looks like weapos;re having floor-popcorn again." He was at her side, helping her clean up the mess before she could apologize. "Donapos;t sweat it." He said.

Alice stared at him for a minute, gathering her courage. "Um... Vincent?"

"Hm?"

"Are we a... A couple?" She asked, staring down at the popcorn on the floor.

" Uhm... Well... We do spend a lot of time together... I guess we would meet the criteria to qualify as a couple..."

"Do you like me... Like a girlfriend?"

"Um, well... Yeah." It was Vincentapos;s turn to blush.

Aliceapos;s eyes locked on to his and she leaned in ever so slowly...��

My first kiss, with a cute boy, and he actually likes me oh my----

A knock at the door interrupted the young couple. Alice sighed, "Just one second, donapos;t move"

Whoever was on the other side of that door was going to get it good



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