Friday, June 28, 2002
Be careful what you wish for...

I'm not going to date him. I think we may have to have "that talk" soon, too. He's nothing of what I thought he is, and as it turns out, I think he may be one of those high-maintenance friendships too that I really don't have time for. He's mean (not in the way that I am - I'm mean in jest and stop when I've gone too far. He's mean about damn near everything). He's immature: he does that constant slight tickle/poke thing that is so annoying that you cant decide which would be more painful - electric shock or being stuck with him for another hour (AND I asked him to stop MANY times, and he never did.) He's nothing like me: I thought actually he was a lot like me when we first met, but apparantly I was overtired. Yes, he calls. A lot. Multiple times a day. It's walking that fine line between really nice and attentive and downright creepy.

Don't get me wrong - he is a great guy and will possibly be perfect for some girl... just... I'm definately not that girl.

[I take that back - he's not mean, per se... he's just really judgemental. He's actually quite nice, but he seems really close-minded about a lot of things.]

In other news...

Ben Folds kicks such ass, I seriously will be high about him for a week. I saw him at Summerfest in Milwaukee tonight. It was one of the best things I have been to in AGES.

I *heart* Ben Folds.


Wednesday, June 26, 2002
For those of you who were wondering why I've been so quiet, I'm back home (in Wisconsin) spending some much needed time with my cutie nephew and my great family. I probably wont be adding anything major until I get home. Also, that redesign is coming - who knew that a 40 hour work week would wear me out like that. You'd think that being used to 60 hour weeks between work and school, 40 would be cake. Not true.

I am such a wus.


Saturday, June 22, 2002
The new boy called AGAIN. I could totally get used to the idea of boys who actually call.


Friday, June 21, 2002
I just made two excellent mix cds for this. Basically, we were given three names and are supposed to send them each a mix cd of women artists. I made not one, but two for each, in the themes of "Stay In Bed" and "Get Up" (based less on the lyrics and more on the music) I cheated, a little, and added a couple Frente! tracks and a Letters to Cleo track. My point with including those is not the band behind them, but the sass of the singers. Kay Hanley from Letters to Cleo was the voice on the Josie & The Pussycats soundtrack (yes, I know how badly the movie sucked), and I want to expose more people to her talent.

Unfortunately, I could not find Sinead, Aimee Mann, Juliana Hatfield, or anything of that sort left in my collection ever since D-Day. However, I included the following artists:

Tasmin Archer
Jewel (there is one song I like... otherwise she annoys the shit out of me)
Dusty Springfield (yes, Son of a Preacher Man)
Norah Jones
Lauryn Hill
Tori Amos
Luscious Jackson
Sarah McLachlan
Ella Fitzgerald
Indigo Girls
Fiona Apple
Macy Gray
Letters to Cleo

I know there are many that I would have loved to include, but I don't have the money right now to go scoop them up (yet). I thought about downloading some such free music through one of the "cat-wearing-headphones" knock-offs, but my computer seems to think its a bad idea and rejects my efforts.

*Do note that the mixes rock in spite of it all...


Somehow, some way, the display on the television in my room has switched entirely to Spanish. It makes me wonder what exactly I do in my sleep...


Wednesday, June 19, 2002
...and then the comments grabbed their hat and coat, looked sadly back at her from the doorway, and slowly closed the door behind them.

So long dear friend. I have no idea where you went, but hopefully you will stop by again soon.


Tuesday, June 18, 2002
"Guys and dolls. We're just a buncha crazy guys and dolls...."

"Luke be a jedi toniiiight. Luke be a jedi tonight.
Do it for Yoda while I get our guests a soda...
Do it for Chewy and the Ewoks...
and all the other puppets..."


Wednesday, June 12, 2002
Apparantly karma is a very angry woman.

It looks like I actually am not getting the apartment (I don't make enough money to satisfy them) and I lost the boy's number.


(update: I found his number. Rock.)


Still no word on the apartment.


I'd like to know if I need to get a mattress or not.


Tuesday, June 11, 2002
I met a boy.

He is smart, funny, cute, very nice, and we have so many things in common it's just sick. A good example: We both went to the same college in Milwaukee for the same degree (he a year before I), and now we are both going to the same school in Arizona for the same degree (I a year before he). Weird, no?

I think I like him. We are talking about getting together again before I go back home for my summer break...

It just feels right. I mean, hell... when given the finger he gives it right back. Kick ass!


Sunday, June 09, 2002
Wish me luck:

Still waiting to see if I got the apartment. It's tiny, the bathroom is barely big enough for the toilet, but it's cute, clean and I'd have room for an "office". PLUS, it's under 10 minutes from school.

No. more. commute.
Can it get any better?

I'm not good at waiting.


Friday, June 07, 2002
I can't wait to switch to Moveable Type. Blogger has gotten really buggy.


Today my credit is on the up-and-up. Years ago, I had a really bad roommate (court cases, stolen clothes, she owes me $1700 etcetc). Today, I called my credit agency and found that one bill still remained on my credit - an Ameritech bill for 179.91. I went ahead and paid it *ouch* and then learned it can take up to 30 days to show up on my credit report. Unfortunately now, I have enough for move-in costs on my (possible) apartment, but not enough for them to hold an apartment for an extra month. grrr.

Apparantly the fates think I am made of money.


I Am Sam is possibly one of the most passionate and well-written movies I have seen in a long time. Sean Penn was brilliant, and Dakota Fanning is going to be huge. (The scary part is that she was born the YEAR I GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL!!)

It comes out Tuesday. Rent it, please. Trust me, this one is damn good, but bring the tissue.


China all the way to New York
I can feel the distance getting close
You're right next to me
But I need an airplane
I can feel the distance as you breathe

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you
How can I when you build a great wall around you
In your eyes I saw a future together
You just look away in the distance

China decorates our table
Funny how the cracks don't seem to show
Pour the wine dear
You say we'll take a holiday
But we never can agree on where to go

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you
How can I when you build a great wall around you
In your eyes I saw a future together
You just look away in the distance

China all the way to New York
Maybe you got lost in Mexico
You're right next to me
I think that you can hear me
Funny how the distance learns to grow

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you
How can I when you build a great wall around you

I can feel the distance
I can feel the distance
I can feel the distance getting close

~ "China", Tori Amos


Sometimes I sit here and feel completely anti-social. On those days, I won't read your web pages and look at your new pictures.

I'm sorry.

Tonight, however, I cannot get enough. For whatever reason, I feel as if I am outside of society's circle, and that I can't even charm my way in. I need interaction; I need mental stimulation.

I can't seem to find what I'm looking for, and I can't seem to stop looking.

Charm isn't good enough tonight.


Thursday, June 06, 2002

I found the perfect apartment (only have to see it) and it's GREAT except they need a checkstub that shows I make 2-1/2 times rent each month. Uh, no.

Yeah, looks like I'll be needing a cosigner.


I. cant. wait. [via jish]

I may make a birthday trek out to Cali to see it. Unfortunately, I'm a Tolkien snob in some aspects. I'm waiting until the extended director's cut comes out on DVD to purchase it.



A couple of nights ago, on my way home from school, I cried. Not a lot, not a little, just enough to blur your vision and to make you feel exhausted.

The culprit: the Smashing Pumpkins cover of Landslide.

It was 1995, and I was into my second semester at UW-Whitewater for Commercial Art. I had recently found the club scene in Milwaukee, as well as the rave scene, so my studies were not high on my list of priorities. Every Sunday, I would drive to pick up Sarah and we would head to club. Once there, I would pop a large number of Ephedrine (bad, bad!), and dance myself sore for hours on end. When they finally kicked us out at 2 a.m., a large number of us would head to one of the local dives: Webbs, Pizza Shuttle ("The Shithole") or sometimes out to Walker's Point Cafe. We would eat, drink wild amounts of coffee, and basically run amuck for a few hours before heading home. Usually around 3 or 4 a.m., Sarah and I would head home. I'd drop her off, and would make it to my dorm anywhere between 4:30 and 5:30 a.m. (Note that I had a 5 credit astronomy lab at 7:30) I would crawl up to my loft, and try to sleep, but with that much caffiene and ephedrine in your system, it makes it quite difficult. So, I would put my headphones on and listen to Pisces Iscariot to fall asleep. Many times I would lie there, and put Landslide on repeat, until I slowly unwound enough to get a nap.

Now, every time I hear that version of that song, I can still smell the way our dorm room smelled. I can feel the way if felt to be so high up in that loft. I remember washing my dishes in the bathroom sink, the wooly mammoth loft leg, the Grease renditions in the hallway. The soap operas and the 14 of us who were inseperable. I haven't heard from any of them in probably 6 years. Part of me wishes I could go back, but the rest of me knows that as much fun as we had, it was good for the time it happened, and nothing more.

So, what's your token nostalgia song?


Redesign Promising 101:

In this class, we strive to teach you to effectively and efficiently promise a redesign of your website, preferably on multiple occasions, without actually ever giving one. We challenge you to retain belief each and every time you make this promise. Success in this class is based on...

No seriously. Finals end this time, next week. In my week of free time, I WILL do that redesign I have been promising. Actually, I've grown tired of the way this site looks, so it may get a bit of an overhaul... we'll see.


Wednesday, June 05, 2002
Ringo has typhoid.

[via Helen Jane]

heh. Yeah, and George and John died in the first river crossing. Prophecies, anyone? (If Ringo actually gets typhoid, this post never happened.)


Tuesday, June 04, 2002
Oh, the irony.

After a grueling week, and much worse to come, I thought I'd treat myself to a movie tonight on my way home. I stopped at my usual theater, on a usual Wednesday night, and plopped down 6 bucks (student rate) to get in. Once inside, with time to kill, I played many an arcade game and grabbed some dinner [read: popcorn and a Mr. Pibb] and settled into the theater. It seemed that everyone felt the need to sit right next to me, in my row, in this empty theater, but I was there to see a movie I had been dying to see: Insomnia. Great flick, but here's where the irony kicks in.

I fell asleep.

Yes, that's right folks, I fell asleep in a movie called Insomnia. Between the nap-inducing allergy meds, and the lack of sleep from finals, it was bound to happen. So, anyone who saw it and wants to tell me what happened in the middle, please email me. I am pretty curious to know a few things...


Monday, June 03, 2002
Dammit, why does this sort of crap always happen to me?

So I load up my software to work on my interior for class today, and I get a Licensing pop-up. Now, the buttons wont load AT ALL. I can't head up to school, because I'm supposed to be in class (and therefore won't finish it) and now I can't work on it at home.


[I'm renigging the screaming. It seems I can work buttonless, which is extremely innefficient, but definately possible. My final may not be pretty, but hopefully it will be done.)


Sarah responds:

"Hahahahahhahahahaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!! Well, arenít you looking sexy there, Miss Thing. Heh!"

Why yes, yes I am. Too sexy in fact. Perhaps you and your financeer should take me to the Grand Prix more often.


I was just posting some big rant about people who play games in relationships. I realized that as much as you all don't want to read it, frankly I don't want to write it.

So, this is for Sarah.

(I have no shame.)


Sunday, June 02, 2002
It's Ladies Night

I sit here, doing my Interiors final, and I cannot stop listening to many of the powerful women sirens that I adore:

Amy & Emily

I'm feeling all empowered and "tough-girl". Who wants to arm wrestle?


Yesterday I received an email stating:


What the hell is a dogfart slut, and do I really want to click on a link that is so demanding?

[update: For kicks, I put that into google. Ick. I recommend not doing that.]


That's it, Blogger can kiss my ass.

This wonkiness is getting really, really old.


Massive. Crushing.



Saturday, June 01, 2002
From an IGDA (International Game Developers Association) meeting:


When it rains, it pours.

A week ago, I was apartment hunting, planning purchases, praising myself on my save-thrift and generally feeling pretty fantastic. Now, I am well in the hole, out of the running for apartments, and headed to the bank to turn in my change.

Why, you ask?

Well, a number of things, really.

~ My insurance company has been giving me the run-around on a medical bill, which I was told would be covered, then wasn't, then disputed, then an invoice for $0 was sent to me, and now it's a $110 bill... If you had trouble following that, so did I.
~ My Chevron bill is $91.48. Frankly, I think this is an error. I mean, filling up my car three times in the same week??? I doubt THAT.
~ The brake replacing. Had to be done, but crap, can I just spend ALL my savings on it?
~ Apparantly at the house I'm living at, we have water, electric, AND gas bills, all coming to between $50 - $100 each. Yow.
~ The books I've sold a have earned me $57. The bad side is that can't be deposited until the 13th, which is after 3 of the 4 bills are due.

This time it's easier to handle, moreso than last October when my car decided it wanted to piss me off. Unfortunately though, I was really excited about getting my own place again. I now feel like I am even more trapped and that my one chance at independence has been squished by those things that "build character".

Well, if nothing else, it's making me work like a horse to get it all taken care of. Thank. sweet. God. I'm going home in a month. I really need my friends and my family and some time to be Angie again, and not this thing that Angie has turned into: lonely, overworked, allergy-stricken and generally pathetic.

(Mom, I am happy though. Don't worry about me. I just need to get away for a while.)


Ok, he's no Tobey Maguire, but he sure is naked.