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May. 9th, 2005
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May. 9th, 2005 10:57 amPhaedra asks me, "How you doing, today?" and after I manage to make it sound more like Phae's voice in my head rather than Joey's, I can say that I woke up in a foul, terrible mood, and then slowly worked my way towards neutral.
I am stressing out a bit. So far my To-Do list is right on schedule, with a bit of procrastination on last night's tasks, which is what set me off this morning. Already I am feeling better, but I tell ya, this Hivemeet thing has gotten so much bigger and more involved than I thought it would ever be. I am worried about meeting people, and being able to pay attention to everyone. I am worried about being accomodating and also taking care of my own needs. I am worried about being so overwhelmed that I will prevent myself from having a good time. I hope people can navigate the city OK, but I know they will be able to, and everything will be fine. I want everyone to have fun. I want to take lots of photos, and feel like there's enough time for everything. I want people to be self-sufficient and also able to ask for help if needed.
It is very grey and humid today in Chicago, and I feel tired, because I did not get enough sleep.
I am extremely excited, and also feeling overscheduled. I hope I can make the most of this week. I have some pampering scheduled for tomorrow night, and laundry for Wednesday night. Thursday, I will likely flip out over burritos with my friend Sam. Thursday afternoon, the beekeepers start arriving.
No one knows what's up with my cousin Ronnie. I am hoping today is the day they remove the tube in her throat, so she can talk, and that they move her out of ICU. Modern medicine seems so fickle, even though they must be doing the best they can over there.
I've got tension in my shoulders. I am wearing all black, down to my black tights, and I am wearing a tarot pendant of the Ace of Wands, even though I don't look particularly eccentric and/or goth. I am tired, and need a nap. I will probably get a veggie sandwich for lunch, and have an apple and a tangerine as well.
People are being very belligerent on the phones today. My sweet operator persona is a little hurt by it, as she's just trying to help people, see, and acting like a gruff spoiled brat isn't going to get you helped any faster or better.
I am stressing out a bit. So far my To-Do list is right on schedule, with a bit of procrastination on last night's tasks, which is what set me off this morning. Already I am feeling better, but I tell ya, this Hivemeet thing has gotten so much bigger and more involved than I thought it would ever be. I am worried about meeting people, and being able to pay attention to everyone. I am worried about being accomodating and also taking care of my own needs. I am worried about being so overwhelmed that I will prevent myself from having a good time. I hope people can navigate the city OK, but I know they will be able to, and everything will be fine. I want everyone to have fun. I want to take lots of photos, and feel like there's enough time for everything. I want people to be self-sufficient and also able to ask for help if needed.
It is very grey and humid today in Chicago, and I feel tired, because I did not get enough sleep.
I am extremely excited, and also feeling overscheduled. I hope I can make the most of this week. I have some pampering scheduled for tomorrow night, and laundry for Wednesday night. Thursday, I will likely flip out over burritos with my friend Sam. Thursday afternoon, the beekeepers start arriving.
No one knows what's up with my cousin Ronnie. I am hoping today is the day they remove the tube in her throat, so she can talk, and that they move her out of ICU. Modern medicine seems so fickle, even though they must be doing the best they can over there.
I've got tension in my shoulders. I am wearing all black, down to my black tights, and I am wearing a tarot pendant of the Ace of Wands, even though I don't look particularly eccentric and/or goth. I am tired, and need a nap. I will probably get a veggie sandwich for lunch, and have an apple and a tangerine as well.
People are being very belligerent on the phones today. My sweet operator persona is a little hurt by it, as she's just trying to help people, see, and acting like a gruff spoiled brat isn't going to get you helped any faster or better.
mom
05-08-05 06:11:43 PM
We all live in a yellow submarine
gl
krystyn
05-08-05 06:13:34 PM
You are a nerd!
mom
05-08-05 06:14:05 PM
Just like u
krystyn
05-08-05 06:15:43 PM
Hahaha!!
mom
05-08-05 06:17:00 PM
Do u think Ro suspects
krystyn
05-08-05 06:19:09 PM
He probably thinks the battery is low!
As these messages were traveling and bouncing off satellites, I was sitting in the back seat of the car, and mom was in the front passenger seat. Our phones would beep at intervals, mine a little more often because I was texting with Jinxie - which is what I think inspired my mom to start texting me on her phone.
She cracks me up.
05-08-05 06:11:43 PM
We all live in a yellow submarine
gl
krystyn
05-08-05 06:13:34 PM
You are a nerd!
mom
05-08-05 06:14:05 PM
Just like u
krystyn
05-08-05 06:15:43 PM
Hahaha!!
mom
05-08-05 06:17:00 PM
Do u think Ro suspects
krystyn
05-08-05 06:19:09 PM
He probably thinks the battery is low!
As these messages were traveling and bouncing off satellites, I was sitting in the back seat of the car, and mom was in the front passenger seat. Our phones would beep at intervals, mine a little more often because I was texting with Jinxie - which is what I think inspired my mom to start texting me on her phone.
She cracks me up.
It was warm today. Heavy, humid air. Not as heavy, nor, really, as humid as it could have been. But, you know, the water glasses sweat, and you can taste the wet a little on your tongue, like limestone at the beginning of a storm.
And it's raining now, see, still light out and in sunset mode, but the cars are swishing slickly on pavement, and the air is moving in small moisture-motivated puffs through the open window here in my home.
And "All I Ask" from Crowded House's Woodface album comes on, and suddenly I feel sweet and meek and worn out by summer heat. I am either walking the three miles to and from my summer job at the silkscreening shop, or I am waiting for the bus. I have Woodface on cassette, and the top of my head is hot from the sun baking it, and I keep folding out the liner card so I can look at the four boys up to their necks in wood shavings, with Tim's wavy dark hair and silver streaky, and the absolutely scrumptious lines around Neil's eyes. I have an old Sony Walkman, lid a little flappy, in grey plastic and silvered accent lines.
Over and over and over, until the last bit of "Italian Plastic" was memorized, and that talky bit at the end of "Whispers and Moans" (and remembering this is one of the songs where the audience claps along during live shows) ...
Transportation to the land of 18, of cheap canvas shoes and the weird, chemical smell of 4-ply auto-carbon invoicing sheets, and rotund bosses in their wood-paneled office. Summer, summer, summer, where I believed for most of it I would take a year before going off to college, because, well, who could afford it?
I ended up going, special admittance and gift grants out the wazoo.
Neil says
And it's raining now, see, still light out and in sunset mode, but the cars are swishing slickly on pavement, and the air is moving in small moisture-motivated puffs through the open window here in my home.
And "All I Ask" from Crowded House's Woodface album comes on, and suddenly I feel sweet and meek and worn out by summer heat. I am either walking the three miles to and from my summer job at the silkscreening shop, or I am waiting for the bus. I have Woodface on cassette, and the top of my head is hot from the sun baking it, and I keep folding out the liner card so I can look at the four boys up to their necks in wood shavings, with Tim's wavy dark hair and silver streaky, and the absolutely scrumptious lines around Neil's eyes. I have an old Sony Walkman, lid a little flappy, in grey plastic and silvered accent lines.
Over and over and over, until the last bit of "Italian Plastic" was memorized, and that talky bit at the end of "Whispers and Moans" (and remembering this is one of the songs where the audience claps along during live shows) ...
Transportation to the land of 18, of cheap canvas shoes and the weird, chemical smell of 4-ply auto-carbon invoicing sheets, and rotund bosses in their wood-paneled office. Summer, summer, summer, where I believed for most of it I would take a year before going off to college, because, well, who could afford it?
I ended up going, special admittance and gift grants out the wazoo.
Neil says
We are the mirrors of each other
In a lifetime of suspicion
Cleansed in a moment, a flash of recognition
You gave your life for it
Worth its weight in gold and growing empires
Art collectors and Alans sound investments
Will one day be forgotten, one day be forgotten, yeah!