12 hours of sleep.
That's what I got last night.
I feel like a million bucks, or I did at 11:15 this morning when I woke up.
Then, running outside on this perfect Fall day.
It was a perfect way to take back my sleepless nights.
No worries. I'm well again, now.
31 October 2005
30 October 2005
The Sleep Eater
If I didn't know any better, I'd say my Sleep Eater was peanut butter.
But it's not.
I haven't had peanut butter in a month, I think, so that can't be why my legs are itching.
I even showered and put on lotion (which I despise) before I went to bed - so I'm not dirty or alligator-skinned.
It's the third night in a row that I've awakened around 3 or 4 am, almost wide awake. Before tonight, I was able to go back to sleep after thirty minutes or so of flipping and flopping around in bed.
Today, however, it's five til seven and I've been awake since 3:30 am. I'm starving but almost feel nauseated.
I was able to do a lot of work on my online resume, though, which is nice and means I'll have less work to do this coming week. Brilliant!
Now for sleep...
But it's not.
I haven't had peanut butter in a month, I think, so that can't be why my legs are itching.
I even showered and put on lotion (which I despise) before I went to bed - so I'm not dirty or alligator-skinned.
It's the third night in a row that I've awakened around 3 or 4 am, almost wide awake. Before tonight, I was able to go back to sleep after thirty minutes or so of flipping and flopping around in bed.
Today, however, it's five til seven and I've been awake since 3:30 am. I'm starving but almost feel nauseated.
I was able to do a lot of work on my online resume, though, which is nice and means I'll have less work to do this coming week. Brilliant!
Now for sleep...
29 October 2005
I need my eyes checked
This morning I was reading a small section of a pretty cheesy Christian daily inspirational thing. Sometimes you can find gems amidst the cheese.
The text was talking about the vision God has placed in your heart and that you shouldn't abandon it simply because you can't see how to get from here to there.
Then it said, "Whether it's leading in the bedroom, starting your own business..." I stopped and said, "What? The bedroom?" I thought this was a bit more conservative than that.
Upon re-reading, it said, "Whether it's leading in the boardroom..."
The text was talking about the vision God has placed in your heart and that you shouldn't abandon it simply because you can't see how to get from here to there.
Then it said, "Whether it's leading in the bedroom, starting your own business..." I stopped and said, "What? The bedroom?" I thought this was a bit more conservative than that.
Upon re-reading, it said, "Whether it's leading in the boardroom..."
28 October 2005
15-year old face
I was asked yesterday by a very cute old man in a perfect old-man hat who was walking his tiny, rat-like dog, if I was in high school.
The dog, on a side note, peed on the grass by tucking his tiny butt underneath himself, and pulling his lower legs off the ground - it was an Olympic gymnastics move - truly astounding.
When I said to the gentleman, "No, actually I'm in graduate school," he paused and asked what I was going to be.
"A Librarian," I said, smiling.
He nodded his head pronouncedly saying, "There's nothing wrong with that." And after a moment of silence added, "It'll make you smart."
There you have it. That's why I'm in library school - because it'll make me smart.
The dog, on a side note, peed on the grass by tucking his tiny butt underneath himself, and pulling his lower legs off the ground - it was an Olympic gymnastics move - truly astounding.
When I said to the gentleman, "No, actually I'm in graduate school," he paused and asked what I was going to be.
"A Librarian," I said, smiling.
He nodded his head pronouncedly saying, "There's nothing wrong with that." And after a moment of silence added, "It'll make you smart."
There you have it. That's why I'm in library school - because it'll make me smart.
27 October 2005
Lost in my dreams
Perhaps it was because I didn't watch Lost last night.
Or the fact that I still have to wait two weeks for the new episode when someone dies.
But last night, the cast of Lost showed up in my dreams.
I thought upon first reflection that I had been a part of the show on the island. But that isn't true. We were in a bungalow-ish hotel, only we were secretly all sharing one room. We couldn't leave, we had no contact with the outside world, and no one was to know we were there. There was a cupboard, with a key that only Jack had, through which we got our daily food rations. So I guess the producers and a food lady knew about us. But that was it.
In the particular scene of which I was a part, I was friends with Jack, Lock, Kate, and some other people who probably aren't actually on the show, but they were in my dream. The producers of the show were trying to introduce new characters by throwing random people from the street or from auditions into the room with us. It was a small one room bungalow. And the people who were thrown in, didn't even last the night. They were removed the next morning - despite our efforts to encourage them to stay. When the newbies left, we were distraught because some of the actual hotel guests from the outside had seen us, all piled on top of one another in this small room. And one man had this knowing look; we could tell he despised us.
It was so strange, but so vivid. One of the ladies had peeling maroon finger-nail polish. That's how detailed it was.
Or the fact that I still have to wait two weeks for the new episode when someone dies.
But last night, the cast of Lost showed up in my dreams.
I thought upon first reflection that I had been a part of the show on the island. But that isn't true. We were in a bungalow-ish hotel, only we were secretly all sharing one room. We couldn't leave, we had no contact with the outside world, and no one was to know we were there. There was a cupboard, with a key that only Jack had, through which we got our daily food rations. So I guess the producers and a food lady knew about us. But that was it.
In the particular scene of which I was a part, I was friends with Jack, Lock, Kate, and some other people who probably aren't actually on the show, but they were in my dream. The producers of the show were trying to introduce new characters by throwing random people from the street or from auditions into the room with us. It was a small one room bungalow. And the people who were thrown in, didn't even last the night. They were removed the next morning - despite our efforts to encourage them to stay. When the newbies left, we were distraught because some of the actual hotel guests from the outside had seen us, all piled on top of one another in this small room. And one man had this knowing look; we could tell he despised us.
It was so strange, but so vivid. One of the ladies had peeling maroon finger-nail polish. That's how detailed it was.
26 October 2005
Last week in review
For the best recounting of the Matt Nathanson show on Monday night, you must read Liz's blog. This is why I love having writers for friends - they make everything so vivid and real.
In other news, I'm learning html and I think I'm really going to enjoy it. I'm creating an online resume and next week it'll be something else, but it's fun to know what the techies know. Or at least a tiny portion of what they know.
I now have the coolest bookends ever. For graduation last May, Leslie got me bookends of the Parthenon. They are heavy wrought iron and absolutely beautiful. Tracy recently sent me a package - which is so nice - that included these old-looking bookends: one side has 4 increasingly taller green books with gold accents and the other has two small books (one red, one green) standing on top of a larger brown one, which is laying down, and another tiny yellow one is propped up diagonally. I wish I could draw a picture, or take a picture, but I don't have a digital camera. Anyway, these wood bookends are awesome and will someday be the perfect thing for my bookshelves (Beauty & the Beast library style). Both of these bookends are from a consignment shop near Concord. I really need to go to this store.
In other news, I'm learning html and I think I'm really going to enjoy it. I'm creating an online resume and next week it'll be something else, but it's fun to know what the techies know. Or at least a tiny portion of what they know.
I now have the coolest bookends ever. For graduation last May, Leslie got me bookends of the Parthenon. They are heavy wrought iron and absolutely beautiful. Tracy recently sent me a package - which is so nice - that included these old-looking bookends: one side has 4 increasingly taller green books with gold accents and the other has two small books (one red, one green) standing on top of a larger brown one, which is laying down, and another tiny yellow one is propped up diagonally. I wish I could draw a picture, or take a picture, but I don't have a digital camera. Anyway, these wood bookends are awesome and will someday be the perfect thing for my bookshelves (Beauty & the Beast library style). Both of these bookends are from a consignment shop near Concord. I really need to go to this store.
23 October 2005
Cheers!
Here's to Nickel Creek, best bluegrass band I've seen or heard. To great live performances at amazing venues, to Long Islands when you need them, and the smell of pot when you don't need it.
Here's the Year of the Music! May this year beat out the Year of the P**l's.
Thanks, Katie, for getting us the tickets and making it possible to experience such transcendant brilliance.
18 October 2005
Recently,
I've become painfully conscious of how much I use dashes, italics, and exclamation points.
Please tell me when it gets annoying. I don't want to let it reach the point where my friends roll their eyes at my emails and letters. Where I should be embarrassed but am not quite quick enough to catch on.
Dear friends, let me know.
Please tell me when it gets annoying. I don't want to let it reach the point where my friends roll their eyes at my emails and letters. Where I should be embarrassed but am not quite quick enough to catch on.
Dear friends, let me know.
Facts of Life
Sometimes, there is nothing more satisfying than a great big bowl of Grape-Nuts with honey.
Wow.
I'm set for days.
Wow.
I'm set for days.
What we do in secret
We're not supposed to talk about what we do in secret.
But this is funny.
I was home alone last night and I was hungry. So I made pancakes. In heels. And jeans. And a thrift store t-shirt.
The heels are fuschia and 4 inches tall.
If only you were here.
But this is funny.
I was home alone last night and I was hungry. So I made pancakes. In heels. And jeans. And a thrift store t-shirt.
The heels are fuschia and 4 inches tall.
If only you were here.
17 October 2005
For those of you who don't check out the GOFR
Look at her! Her hair...her grown-upness.
No wonder she sounds like an adult on the phone.
16 October 2005
To the three of you
I discovered tonight in some random musings that the only people who have broken my heart are the ones whose hearts I broke first.
Talk about reciprocation.
And so, to the three of you, I'm sorry. Even now. So many years later. I still hurt. And I'm still sorry.
Talk about reciprocation.
And so, to the three of you, I'm sorry. Even now. So many years later. I still hurt. And I'm still sorry.
14 October 2005
The Ides of October - not quite so ominous as March
Never knew I loved the month of October so much.
But I do.
This is my new favorite picture of Maddie. She's practicing being a flower girl. How cute? I always say that. And it's always true.
She called today to mention she had some bad milk this morning that made her want to throw up, but she didn't, thank goodness.
Katie, at 5 months, has rolled over for the first time and has picked up her older sister's habit of coughing for attention. It's not a hearty cough, it's a pathetic look-at-me-I'm-so-neglected kind of cough. Maddie definitely did that when she was a baby, too. Do all babies do this?
But I do.
This is my new favorite picture of Maddie. She's practicing being a flower girl. How cute? I always say that. And it's always true.
She called today to mention she had some bad milk this morning that made her want to throw up, but she didn't, thank goodness.
Katie, at 5 months, has rolled over for the first time and has picked up her older sister's habit of coughing for attention. It's not a hearty cough, it's a pathetic look-at-me-I'm-so-neglected kind of cough. Maddie definitely did that when she was a baby, too. Do all babies do this?
12 October 2005
Once upon a time
Once upon a time...
I didn't know about SLIS or ella or ssh or UNIX or much of anything about computers, and especially not about grep.
Thanks to SLIS and L401, however, I have a basic understanding of these interesting but most likely useless terms.
Ah, life! Learning piles of mostly useless information.
I didn't know about SLIS or ella or ssh or UNIX or much of anything about computers, and especially not about grep.
Thanks to SLIS and L401, however, I have a basic understanding of these interesting but most likely useless terms.
Ah, life! Learning piles of mostly useless information.
08 October 2005
Explanation needed
My new profile picture is me (obviously) in front of a map.
Maps are one of my most favorite things in the world. They allow you to dream simply by glancing at them.
And I love traveling, so naturally, maps inspire me.
My mom gave me two maps for my birthday - a world map and a US map. I hung one up in the basement near my work station. It's laminated, so I can write on it with dry-erase markers. I chose to outline my major road trips and the major cities I've visited. I'm pleased to announce that because of this past year's trip to Boston, I've made it to all coasts - Atlantic (Boston, NC, and FL), Gulf of Mexico (FL), and Pacific (San Diego). I really need to travel more in the Western part of the US. But living in Arizona will make that a lot easier.
When Maddie called last week, she asked me when I was moving out.
14 months, I told her.
"I'm counting down the days, too," she said.
Maps are one of my most favorite things in the world. They allow you to dream simply by glancing at them.
And I love traveling, so naturally, maps inspire me.
My mom gave me two maps for my birthday - a world map and a US map. I hung one up in the basement near my work station. It's laminated, so I can write on it with dry-erase markers. I chose to outline my major road trips and the major cities I've visited. I'm pleased to announce that because of this past year's trip to Boston, I've made it to all coasts - Atlantic (Boston, NC, and FL), Gulf of Mexico (FL), and Pacific (San Diego). I really need to travel more in the Western part of the US. But living in Arizona will make that a lot easier.
When Maddie called last week, she asked me when I was moving out.
14 months, I told her.
"I'm counting down the days, too," she said.
I needed a new profile picture
and it's October - the month of Halloween.
One thing that really disturbs me is the lack of appreciation of this month for what it is. People overlook the changing of the seasons - the amazing natural beauty this time of year - in their anticipation of what...a ghoulish holiday? It's strange to me.
Why would one choose to celebrate vampires, witches, and monsters instead of Fall with perfect outdoor sports weather and crisp breezes, leaves falling from the sky at any given moment and swirling in the streets. It's beautiful. Vampire costumes with blood dripping from teeth are conversely not beautiful, not even appealing.
Anyway, that's my rant.
I love Fall, as I've said before. And this year, I've discovered a love for October. Must be living in Bloomington.
One thing that really disturbs me is the lack of appreciation of this month for what it is. People overlook the changing of the seasons - the amazing natural beauty this time of year - in their anticipation of what...a ghoulish holiday? It's strange to me.
Why would one choose to celebrate vampires, witches, and monsters instead of Fall with perfect outdoor sports weather and crisp breezes, leaves falling from the sky at any given moment and swirling in the streets. It's beautiful. Vampire costumes with blood dripping from teeth are conversely not beautiful, not even appealing.
Anyway, that's my rant.
I love Fall, as I've said before. And this year, I've discovered a love for October. Must be living in Bloomington.
For Mary...
Mary, this one is for you, so you'd better appreciate it. I'm throwing myself out on a limb here, remember. Don't show this to anyone...
And what's this I here about you not liking Vin Diesel. Come on!
02 October 2005
Nothing is cuter than my nieces. It's a fact. No one can deny it.
Maddie has been calling me a lot recently, and nothing pleases me more or can make my day like the sound of her little voice on the other end, "Hi, Lana! Hi! It's Madeline. What're you doin'?"
She was making jokes yesterday and today she was acting as the mediator between her mother and I - telling me what Emily wanted to say to me, and then telling her mom my response and asking questions for me. It was awesome. And she's very good at enunciating.
She actually perfectly pronounced the name of a complex eastern European country yesterday, one of the 'stans'. I was so impressed I was speechless.
This is in honor of Maddie, for being my greatest joy and a constant light in my life.a
Just for fun
For kicks last year I dressed up goth with some friends. It was an incredible experience, especially at our very conservative university. We hung out in the very small student union just to see others' reactions. And it was definitely worth it.
I never thought I could pull off this look, but really our little shindig changed my mind. I could have passed as a legit goth-chick in high school. Too bad I didn't know that until I was 22.
This picture includes my friend Elaine. Aren't we sweet?
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