tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55754142011-09-06T04:27:01.966-04:00O to struggle against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them, to find how much one can stand! To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, face to face! To mount the scaffold, to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! To be indeed a God! - WhitmanThe Sparkly Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00744989283707977907noreply@blogger.comBlogger5991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575414.post-1154309135319507862006-07-30T21:24:00.000-04:002006-07-30T21:25:35.320-04:00

Today was insane. Let's start off with that. After yesterday's rambling and weirdness, and Friday's having to wear petticoats to keep the bigwigs happy, Sunday was perfect for a break.It started out with a spritsail setting on the Godspeed, and as the first time, getting terribly confused in which did what and why wouldn't this work? But eventually Jaie and Kai figured things out, we cleaned up

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All the applications have been sent out. I am nervous and yet calm. The packing has been started and is nearly finished. A house has yet to be officially found (I'm moving to a condo with a newly from work.).  An attempt to console a friend has failed.  A girls' night planned. Groceries bought, and a roast in the oven.  A job has been garnered, at Paul's Deli, where there is a yummy and flirty

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After much pleading, and promises to wear girl clothes half of the week, and boy clothes the other half....I DID IT.Went through the lines and safety precautions with the Captain, grabbed a harness, and went aloft to set the mainsail of the Discovery. The most terrifying part was making the step from the shrouds of the rigging, to the footropes, and learning to properly balance myself on the yard

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The heat does funny things with one's head. I'm blaming the next few statements on said heated brain mush.I'm getting aggravated with Jamestown. Specifically, the management at the ships.Specifically the fact that I'm female. Why oh why couldn't I have been born a boy? Being a boy would put me in slops right away, and not this bullshit "I'll talk to the costume department" I've been hearing for

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A handful of Boston photos here. I've decided I need a new digital camera. Mine's 3 years old now, and I'm not happy with the photos I took.Life's changing again. So far, I've decided I'm applying to aid on the SSV Tole Mour out of Long Beach, CA, C.A. Thayer out of San Francisco, or the Schooner Virginia out of Norfolk, or possibly somewhere else if that comes up. Leaning hard on the Tole Mour,

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And other important life lessons.I'd really forgotten how nice it was to spend time with BJ and just talk with him. And laugh. And of all the people in my life right now, he is one of a few that I can say anything to, and feel comfortable doing so. And of all things, feel more stable afterwords. Funny, as we're both in unstable points in our lives right now. He's just that kind of friend.(For

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So have I mentioned I'm going to Boston yet?No? Well I am.Like.. now!Enjoy your week, guys.

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"There's something evil about a world in which I can think of a thousand jobs I'd like, and none of them will support me. Puppy rancher, wild mushroom collector, designer of fantasy postal stamps, incense critic. I'd like to run a sticker museum, where I'd curate shows: The History of Scratch and Sniffs, or Great Designs: Stars and Rainbows. But who would come?"-from Wide Eyed by Trinie Dalton

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This place of not knowing where I belong has become familiar to me. Yesterday the four of us headed out to Chincoteaque beach, and after several hours of mad libs, we finally arrived at the Island, and spent a couple of hours at the beach. I did have one very nice comfort today, however, aside from having fun snorting salt water, and finding sand in every orifice (In other words, once out in the

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That is, the week/end of hell is over.After planning to move into the house on B*** Street on Saturday (July 1), calling the parents to bring down furniture and house things for the day after, finding a coworker to help me move on Saturday, and working until 1730 on Saturday, the boys from said house call me to inform them that the landlord hs decided he will raise rent to $2000 a month, because

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Mattel Announces The Release Today of their "Barbies of the City" Linewith the first issue representing Baltimore:Columbia Barbie:This princess Barbie is only sold at the Mall in Columbia. She comes withan assortment of Kate Spade handbags, a Lexus, a lapdog and a cookiecutter house. Options include tummy tuck, face lift and a workaholic Ken.Towson Barbie:This trendy homemaker Barbie is available

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World was in the face of the beloved--,but suddenly it poured out and was gone:world is outside, world can not be grasped.Why didn't I, from the full, beloved faceas I raised it to my lips, why didn't I drinkworld, so near that I couldn't almost taste it?Ah, I drank. Insatiably I drank.But I was filled up also, with too muchworld, and, drinking, I myself ran over.- Rainier Maria Rilke

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I’ve had a bumper crop of lemons in my lifeI’ve had a hurricane of citrus flavored strifeBut I got a half an hour And a juicer and a carving knife I’ve seen the future and it looks like lemonade I’ve seen the future and it looks like lemonade Mix an ocean of a potion Make you wish you never stayedI’m gonna sugarcoat the sour things I say

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Curious? No, not me... (but they have overnights! And sailing programs!)No, she's not a pretty ship, but she's old, dating to 1895. Maybe one day..I don't know. Feeling restless again. Part of is the Red... he hasn't called. Still. I wonder if I'm doing something wrong in these relationships... the fire is too attractive to me. Funny, I used to be terrified of fire when I was a child, and half of

The Sparkly Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00744989283707977907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575414.post-1153233463767507642006-06-22T18:37:00.000-04:002006-07-18T10:41:05.663-04:00

I am not going to have Cheerwine for a long, long time. Or rum.It's hot.My brain is so full of twisty thoughts that it feels like it's going to explode.And I'm making soup tonight. Considering it involves ham, onion, and black beans, and various spices, it's a ridiculously cheap mix for a week or so of meals. And I've been craving bean soup. What I really would love is to grill an onion.But then

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Funny, isn't it? I'm still homesick, not just for my hometown, but for my family, I admit it. When I was home last weekend, I had dinner with them the first night, and after a few more hours, I was ready to get out of the house again. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with my folks, or living with them, just that I not only enjoy the independence I have here, but also the distance. Mom's

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Day Three - Friday:The morning spent sleeping in and watching The Punisher with Mom and Jacob, Allie arrived after her morning classes to make our mall trip so I "could spend money." Hurray for polka dots and much fast food. Within minutes of remarking that unlike most mall trips, we hadn't bumped into anyone we knew, who did we run into, but Seanshine. Seanshine the Boy that Fell Off the Face of

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Day One - Wednesday:The train leaves the station at 0936, but rather than simply arrive at the station, suitcase in hand, I have decided life must become a little more complicated. I arrive at the bus/train station at 0800, grab a coffee and a muffin, drop off some dvds at the library, and trek six or so blocks to the main store in Colonial Williamsburg to retrieve my paycheck from last week. By

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I am safely back home.That is to say, I am on the Constellation, in the midst of an overnight.

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1. If biker is going straight, and driver is making a right turn onto road, beeping one's horns does not mean you can pull out in front of me and cause me to skid to stop. It's called right of way. I'm gonna use it, dammit!2. Don't yell at me that you can't see me. My legs glow in the dark, so it's impossible to miss me.3. Riding a bike in shorts gives new meaning to the word "chafing." Oww.4. I

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I AM NEVER GOING 36 HOURS WITHOUT SHOWERING AGAIN. I smell repulsive. (Er, the dirty clothing smelled repulsive and my newly-washed body smells like baby powder. Anyway...) This is not me overreacting. Target brand Febreeze does nothing when one does not wish to wash their shift everyday. And of course, everyone that visited Jamestown HAD to take a photo hugging me. Sogrosssogrosssogross.Aside

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Last night led to an overwhelming need to scratch an itch - a need that I've been feeling for months with all the crazy stress and anger and emotions that I never planned on or wanted.That itch that is simply put, being literally lost in music.The concert (music itself) was amazing. Absolutely worth every dime, as Flogging Molly usually plays with great energy. Not *as* great as their concert

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1. The air while riding in the afternoon sun is a hybrid of simmering roadkill, honeysuckles, and weed.2. #$%#@$$@#$ bars and pubs that won't allow those under 21 in after 9pm, even when one is out of her mind enough to agree to karaoke with Mother Hen and Britt from CW, and various other CW folk.3. Soooooo many wine and beer tastings (for free!) and being under 21.4. Tidewater area drivers.5.

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Boondock Saints sold out. MEHHHHHH. So instead we saw Da Vinci Code, which, after reading the book, was an even bigger disappointment. I don't mean anything was wrong with it, it just was as overrated as the book (funny that...).Day spent at CW, being bitched at by the OCD-ing neat-freak for everything, from coming over to her register, to not putting the pen on the right side of the keyboard.

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Mopey feelings should only occur on mopey-weather days. Not gorgeous days like today. Hard to stay angry. But I will, because I deserve to be angry.I am going to put agression into useful behavior, like biking for five more miles than needed, and cleaning and laundry. The construction worker flirt said there was something "irresistable" about me. I told him it was the sweaty costume. If it'll

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From Baltimore Diary:Briggs & Stratton is sponsoring a program called “Diamonds in the Rough”. The prize is $20,000 and a baseball clinic from Lou Brock and Carlton Fisk.One of the finalists is a student from the Westport/Mt. Winans area of Baltimore, named Andre. The ballfield in that neighborhood is in terrible shape because it’s been essentially abandoned by Baltimore’s Parks and Recreation

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Ah, Loveyou expertknifethrower, outlining my bodywith your gleaming bladesas I stand trembling hereagainst the bedroom wall.I was distractedfor months by the colorof your flowers,by all your flowerywords, for where you come fromit is always tropical.Now I am ready for youto do your worst. Look,I am opening my blouse--hereis my uncovered heart.Just aim for it.

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"Sea-Fever" by John MasefieldI must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And

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1. Did I miss the memo for Drive Like a Dumbass Day or something today? Came thisclose to several accidents today. Crossing on a crosswalk with the little blinky walking dude, and a semi makes a right turn in front of me, with cars following. Bastards pulling out of driveways without looking. A sixty-something yelling at me that he can't see "a biker at dusk" - nevermind that he didn't have any

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(Only iTunes would play Kylie Minogue, Social Distortion, the Spice Girls, and Queen right after one another.)Woohoo! My next day off is May 25th. Yes, this is after yesterday's events, so don't feel sorry:0615: Alarm0617: Meargh?0618: Up. Up. Up. Elaaaaan. Up.0619: *slams hand into alarm* Up.0620: *resets alarm for 0630*0627: "I'm not going into work today. I feel like smushed poo."0630: Ah!

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chichithebunny: Anyway, I tell everyone who will listen, girls are much easierdistinctly elan: Perhaps I should just adopt ;)chichithebunny: and you think that will be easier? At least if they are your own flesh and blood, that will stop you from killing themchichithebunny: Girls can be 'bitches' you knowdistinctly elan: Don't I know it!chichithebunny: I have a few of them at work. I thought I

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Highlights of the Weekend:Dinner with several English actors from CWMy first Tequila (yay!) shots with PeterHaving one of said English actors calling me the "visage of spring"Paychecks!!Being kissed goodbye in the morning when he didn't know I was awakeCommendations about my orientation tour in front of supervisorLowlights:Missing bus on way home tonight = bike ride from Jamestown to

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I like my job. I really do. Watching that visitor realize that no, these ships are not the Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria; nor are they the original ships that sailed over nearly 400 years ago; or even that yes, this ship is floating, and not rocking because of some mechanical system we have rigged because we are flush with taxpayers' dollars; and that no, I am not the original cabin boy or

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Just because she can..That went well. Bwahahah.By "that," I mean the meet-up with Red, Quiche-girl, and Allister at Pints and Pipes, a local Irish/English pub owned by two fantastic guys, and featuring the yummiest Shephard's Pie. Also, home for tonight at least, to Seven Nations.By "well," I mean completely unexpected. While Allister is nice and sweet and yummy, he is a puppy. A cute little

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So.. last night, Red, Peter, Quiche-girl, and I got together for dinner and movies, along with a new fellow Red met through CW.Yummy is not the word to describe him. Crazy blue eyes, tall, and a smooth-as-butta North Carolinean accent.Heh.Name is Allister.And he's in complete lust infatuation love like all of the above with me. With a side of stalker-behavior. Should I be complaining about three

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I am much amused. This poor fellow has it tough, even after he went out and bought all the fancy equipment and outfits (with the original premise of saving money by not buying gasoline), in the Big Scary City full of cars. He obviously never had to cart eggs or gallons of milk (because 1) I drink a lot of milk, and 2) no way on earth am I going to pay that much for that little milk) up the hill

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Oh the Girls of dear old Baltimore,So beautiful and fair,With eyes like diamonds sparkling,And richly flowing hair.Their hearts are light and cheerful,And their spirits ever gay,The Girls of dear old Baltimore,How beautiful are they.They smile when we are happy,When we are sad they sigh,When anguish wrings our bosoms,The tear they gently dry,Oh happy is this city that owns their tender sway,The

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It's been a while since I finished the book, but it's such chock full of quotes that I have to share."When I was a boy my grandfather died, and he was a sculptor. He was also a very kind man who had a lot of love to give to the world, and he helped clean up the slum of our town; and he made toys for us and he did a million things in his lifetime; he was always busy with his hands. And when he

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Today was wonderously gorgeous. I've *finally* come out of this schlump fully; apparently a day spent in bed was what I needed to jump back into life.Worked at Colonial Williamsburg today, and spent the day literally bouncing around with pigtails flying, bantering with Dana in Queen lyrics, and generally having a grand time. As my costume has yet to be ready, I was issued a temp costume, and

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"I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly," she said. If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he'd say, that's grass! A pink blur! That's a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn't that funny, and sad, too?""

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from PartiallyClips.comSpent much of the day on the Discovery by myself, and heard of several commendations givien to my boss from visitors about moi. I kick ass, apparently. The ships are most definitely not home, still a job, but I like it. (He likes it! Hey Mikey!)A lady asked me today if there where any squirrels in the area (um.. hello?!), and what kind of animal the feathered bird [a

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but if you try sometimes...Sunday was to be my first day in costume on the ships. Both the Captain (my supervisor) and Boatswain (secondary) were off, but had promised to set out my costume for me. That was a bit of adventure in and of itself. First a search off the employee areas, costume shop, locker room, and pier buildings, with no luck. Finally it turned up, and bringing out everything out

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I'm rather glad this is another Williamsburg, entirely.http://www.caplakesting.com/2006_catalog/de/index.htmA nude Britney Spears on a bearskin rug while giving birth to her firstborn marks a ‘first’ for Pro-Life. Pop-star Britney Spears is the “ideal” model for Pro-Life and the subject of a dedication at Capla Kesting Fine Art in Brooklyn’s Williamsburg gallery district, in what is proclaimed

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Things are getting better. I'm working an average of four days a week at Jamestown, and LOVING it. The weekend was a rollar coaster, and the rest of this month promises to continue as such, but so far on the ships I'm happy, and they'll become a second home soon enough.. last weekend was spent as a "ghost" of sorts, just listening to demos and questions, and I caught myself a handful of times

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Hairspray easily makes one of my top ten favorite movies. It's quirky, and stupid, and drenched in Baltimoronese.. there's nothing not to love (now if only it and Pecker - another of the same caliber - would arrive today. USPS is ridiculously slow here.)Anyhow, years ago, the movie was made into a Broadway musical. And last year, got a new cast. NONE OF WHICH ARE HOMEGROWN FOLK. NONE OF WHICH

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Jamestown... Aweighing real anchors (sheet and stream). Firing blanks and dry firings from the cannon. Teaching 200,000 students a year. Musket firing classes. Letting sail out every morning and reefing it at night. Sailing several times a year. Running around in slops half the time and dresses the other half.Good News: A slight swell to the head when I found out yesterday I am the youngest

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One would think that after living in Williamsburg for nearly two months now, one would have a general sense of direction. Skills at guiding oneself from place to place.I am not that one.Apparently when I was made, I got jipped on the rather important North-South-East-West common sense genes.Which means that my four-and-a-half-mile journey to the library this afternoon turned into a six-mile

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It makes perfect sense that this strip would be originally published on my birthdate, doesn't it?There's a kid at the table next to mine that I swear was in Theatre class with me last semester. Seth or Peter or something like that. Brilliant kid in a very quirky, scripts-detailing-breadfights-with-Captain-Kangaroo sort of way (I kid you not). But in Williamsburg?! I also seem to have to

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Know thyself.I's so simple to say, to believe, isn't it? Be yourself. Who am I, however? I feel so very lost sometimes. Part of it is the constant wanderlust again I had thought moving, a change of scenery, would take care of. But part of it is a deeper escape, I think. An escape I have only grasped through reading, or theatre. An escape from me, really.It is also a constant desire to be part of

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Disclaimer: I am in no way a cynic. I don't think I ever will be a cynic. My hands and nose may be always cold, but my heart is not. Every bit of my soul believes in the clichéd ideals of love, and those little girl dreams still exist. But all the same, I have made it a tradition of sorts to put effort and time into a rant about the forty-fifth day of the year. And so here goes.I will never be a

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"We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course."- Memoirs of a Geisha,Arthur GoldenThe weekend is over and done with. Nothing more to say. I enjoyed myself thoroughly, found that my actions could cause more than one set of hackles to rise, and found some amazingly wonderful liquid known as

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(Except for that whole cooking/crafty thing.)Albeit an otherwise monotonous week, two Very Good Things have taken place.1. I have my Learner's Permit. (Yes, this is a large, blaring, BEWARE sign.) Yes, I did fail the first time around when I took it on Monday. But went in again today, was out within the half-hour(!), and walked out of the building not only with a craptabulous photo on the Permit,

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Again, my mood varies from melancholy to content.On one hand, I am worried. Extremely stressed. I've slept little in the past week. Money is running out, and I'm making nothing considering the hours I've worked these weeks. The restaurant is empty most days, even the night I've worked I only had three tables, and I ran the place alone. Tonight I work from 1900-0300, and the same hours tomorrow,

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I'm starting to wonder whether karma really does exist, and from that I'd assume there was a system of points each of us alotted for our lives. Worry points, happy points, jealousy points, bitchy points, compassionate points, et cetera. So we each receive a flat amount of points from each pot, and then according to how we use up, or dole out our points, we receive points from others.Hopefully

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Anyone up for visiting the Aquarium this Friday evening? Just $5 after 5pm, and it'll be my last night in Baltimore, so make it special, people.This is a really odd night for me, I suppose. Plans again fell through with a friend having to work, so I went out with the parentals to dinner earlier in the evening, to a place in Dundalk called Michael's, and had a 40-ounce porterhouse steak. Seriously

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Apparently the one way God/parentals/church can get to my grimy little heart is by taking away my voice.But you know, the Absolutely Number One Best Thing about not having a voice on Christmas is not being able to answer any questions. Okay, s there are only two questions my aunts and grandma ever ask, and seeing the family usually goes something like this.Mom-Mom/Aunt SoandSo: Honey! Give me a

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I have a little over a week left here in Baltimore.I'm missing her already. Little things I've noticed at various times of my life and the past few years that bring a downpour of memories.Looking down at the American Visionary Art Museum from Federal Hill with Ben last summer. The players of Much Ado About Nothing with the backdrop of the cityscape on a hot evening in August. Cheering in the

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We were robbed tonight.All surreal-like, in that Pulp Fiction-esque"You want this sweater, honey?""Yes, sweetie, in the mustard orange tone.""Alright, everybody be cool, THIS IS A ROBBERY!"At which point, I, in my undercover super-secret GapWear, dove into a changing room stall, called on the power of all that is effeminate and Gaptastic, and promptly beat the woman and child over the head with

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Class as usual. History 111 bores me to tears. Seriously. He's rambling about the constitution, and I should be on the edge of my seat, but I'm falling asleep in class. And I'm not even tired. I'm sorry, but placing a "Profeesor" before your surname does not make you a teacher. And writing an outline on the chalkboard, and then skimming over the subjects in the outline does not make it a

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(Made most of these up years ago, I've updated since. Any other suggestions would be wonderful.)In no particular order:1. Try sushi March 052. Ride in a hot air balloon3. Build a real, life-size snowman4. Get a tattoo May 055. Learn to surf6. Visit all 50 states (11/50)7. Go skydiving8. See a show on Broadway9. Read the entire LOTR series (2/3)10. Read The Hobbit Summer 0411. Spend a year on

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Two days.That's all. The next two Fridays are scheduled overnights at the Constellation, and then I no longer have a position at the ship. No longer am I Able Seaman. EDIT: Bossman called, asking if I still wanted to work the occasional overnight (One or two in November and December) I said yes. In other news, the Whiner resigned from the ship today. Whoa. Connie has been crippled.Today was my

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Life is good. It really, really is.I had the weekend off, and spent Saturday with much sleeping in (woot! Eight hours!), then walked down to Herring Run for the Lauraville Faire, where there were many lovely ladies dancing and much fun. Then drifted to the HampdenFest, and shopped a bit and enjoyed some of the bands playing in the Avenue. Sunday was... *drumroll* the day of Ren Faire goodness.The

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I scored major brownie points for showing up at the Constitution Forum Essex was holding, and my second history professor was there. Yeppers, only student there out of all three of his classes. Basically, in May of this year, Congress passed a law saying that all federal-funded schools (i.e., public schools) are "required to hold an educational program pertaining to the United States Constitution

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But next time back, I'm swearing,I'll settle down in my hometown,and go no more seafaring.I need to find a new haven, a new safe place.The problem, as well as the great thing about Connie, is that she's my sanctuary. She always has been. On board her, in my uniform, and in my character's head, I'm on a stage, and all I have to think about is the subject at hand. No relationships, no parents, no

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Go figure.So I'm talking with this guy, a kid I rode the bus to and from with when I went to City, so I haven't seen him in a handful of years and we just recently got in contact with each other. And it's lunch, so I'm takling, and the subject leads to school and eventually career, and he asks, if there were no holds barred, money and time were not a problem, what would I do?"I'd travel, and see

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From Wednesday:Things from Feeney's history class in high school are coming back to me, and there's a rather *nice* ex-Marine in my speech class.It's weird to sit in a class and not be the monority (only white kid/chick); I've never seen so much diversity at a school before - I have a grandma in my theatre class, kids from Kenya, China, Austrailia, Iran, and Bulgaria in speech, and it just has a

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Well fiddle-dee-dee.So this is college. In all honesty, it's not what I had expected. With only four classes, and classes only three days a week makes me feel like I have a great deal of time, and am not working hard enough.I'll probably be kicking myself for this later when I have twenty hours to work and a paper to write.But thus far I'm liking the teachers, and how the classes seem to be

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There is good, there is good, there is untapped good!I'm feeling on top of the world, partly because of school, and partly because I have my passion back. Now before you ask why I was skipping through the museum earlier and telling R "It's back!" let me explain. When I first started, and up until a few months ago, I adored my job. Couldn't be happier. Then for various reasons, I suppose, I fell.

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Ahh! It's attack of the white bread!Oh dear lord, coming back to find the house empty of the brother and the parentals (until Wednesday), and discovering homemade peach ice cream in the fridge is a most wonderful welcome home present.Holy crap, I had the most amazing week ever. Well, maybe not ever, but at least in a very long while.Saturday was the party in DC, and it was fecking awesome. I got

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I really do prefer a dreamless sleep over dreams that keep me thinking all day.I'm at a point in my life, once again, that I am just waiting. Waiting for this semester to start and finish. Waiting for various people to make their move - I'm tired of being the mover and shaker. Waiting for something good to come along.I know, I know, I need to bide my time, and things will change. But, I'm

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I want adventure in the great wide somewhere.Am I supposed to react to things? How am I supposed to feel? Am I supposed to feel anything?I don't feel happy; I don't feel sad. I just feel.. nothing.Listless.Maybe school will change things. Give me goals. Motivation. Excitement. Maybe. But the way I'm dragging my feet about it almost scares me. It feels like I'm just jumping from one big event to

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Oh.My.God.Jason Mraz's new album is outstanding.The parentals are dicks. They finally realized I am spending next week with the sister, and have advised me to sleep with my knife, for fear of her molesting me in my sleep. If they only knew.. for god's sake, she's my sister.. not a chick I have the hots for at all.But I refuse to be angry. No one at work is hurting me or irritating me this week. I

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I never did mention that I actually went last week, but last weekend on Federal Hill The Shakespeare Project was performing Much Ado About Nothing, and they were absolutely fabulous. That is all. LEONATO: Well then, go you into hell?BEATRICE: No; but to the gate; and there will the devil meet me, like an old cuckold, with horns on his head, and say, 'Get you to heaven, Beatrice, get you to heaven

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almost...done!I think having a MySpace or weblog, or even LiveJournal, has caused me to be even more introspective than I already was, and probably not in a good way.I need to stop settling. I need someone who will sweep me off my feet, someone I'll be invigorated by. I need to feel alive again; not just for a few moments or a few days, but alive.I need to be content, for once. No, not content

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So I'm listening to talk radio (on my own. Scary, I know.) And they're talking about abortion - the whys, the reasons, moral stuff, etc.A few months ago, I watched The Cider House Rules for the first time. Mom reccomended it to me, only saying the film was very controversial. As it is. Part of the story revolves around an orphanage and a doctor, set in a time before Roe v. Wade. The doctor trains

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Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant): Come on, we belong together, Jones. Me, you. Poor little skirt.If I can't make it with you,I can't make it with anyone.Bridget Jones (Renée Zellweger):That's not a good enough offer for me.I'm not willing to gamble my whole life...on someone who's...well, not quite sure.It's like you said.I'm still looking for something...more extraordinary than that.(From Bridget

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Yay for having no nightmares last night! Nothing, no sadness, no guilt, just free. Finally. Yes, it's something I have to work at. But I can finally touch it. Now to enjoy the next eight hours at the Connie! I have also decided, I'm going to throw myself into my job simply because I like it. That's it. No stress that I'm not meeting Bossman's expectations, no jealousy over someone's promotion

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I want to be soft and resolved, clean of slate, and releasedI have some of the most amazing friends in the world. Reading everyone's comments brought tears to my eyes this afternoon, thank you so much for always being there. Another chick who reads the weblog suggested revenge... "Have his address? Take a shoe box, put a dead woodchuck in it and attach a note. 'My love for you, much like this

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Why don't you just leave?I had nightmares again last night. About the bastard, of all people. It seems like no matter what I do, he's always a step behind me. Always there, watching, smirking, trying to pull me down. Telling me I'm not good enough for him. Shoving her in my face and saying she's so much better, and worth staying loyal to.Everything I do, everytime I push myself or pick myself up

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So when can I find a foothold? It's been a good couple weeks since I've posted on here, for various reasons. I'm still sticking to my decision; I have, however, decided to work a few days a month at the ship, just to make sure I remember the tours and information, and frankly to make sure they remember me. The play has affected me greatly - it's a wonderful feeling to get back into theatre after

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Hard Decisions and Thunderstorms.Wednesday morning at five o'clockAs the day beginsSilently closing her bedroom doorLeaving the note that she hoped would say moreI've made a choice today.. and I think it is not one I will regret for a while.She goes down the stairs to the kitchenClutching her handkerchiefQuietly turning the backdoor keyStepping outside, she is freeBased on a good deal of anger at

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Frou Frou - "Hear Me Out"I join the queue on your answerphone,And all I am - is holding breath.Just pick up, I know you're there.Can't you hear - I'm not myself.Oh go ahead and lie to me,You could say anythingSmall talk will be - just fineYour voice is everythingSo listen up - this sun hasn't setI refuse to believe that it's only me feelingIt's him again. The boy I was.. attracted to and falling

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Something far away from a puny and pious life!I finally saw Dead Poet's Society a couple weeks back.. and fell in love with a poem read in the movie. I need to start memorizing this.. it's breathtaking.A Song of Joysby Walt WhitmanO to make the most jubilant song!Full of music--full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!Full of common employments--full of grain and trees.O for the voices of animals--O

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Free Fridays (Holy Crap, Lions!) and More..How'd I go from having no free time whatsoever to a good number of free hours/days/nights?Yay for weird summer schedules.So.. if anyone wants to plan something, I'm free (and now that I've discovered Orpheus, my Friday evenings are begging to be filled with much dancing):12 (Sunday) after 170013 (Monday) is empty before 1900 - baseball game!17 (Friday)

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Well you aren't engaged... yet!It was another good weekend. We were supposed to have a final rehearsal for LGon Friday night (after three or four straight nights a week, for four weeks) but after a blowout between several of the leads and the directors, they dropped the rehearsal to only needing the leads, so after I worked from nine until four that afternoon, I was home free.And as it was one of

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I'm not tired. I'm not tired. I promise.(This entry is completely excused from any and all grammatical, spelling, and rambling errors, and does NOT claim to be free of any mumbling and blather whatsoever. Read at your own risk.)It's been a bit of insane weekend... and you know what lesson I've learned from it? Think about the here and now.. not the after part. Not so much do stupid things and

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Feeling less tired than I did this weekend, and the massive tours of the week are over. Looking forward to the weekend with HornyScot. And.. then what?For Sean-Boy to visit? (and me to fall again?) For the Darkman to come back? For the play to be done with, or at least the rehearsals?What am I looking forward to? Nothing. There's nothing to look forward to. I'm lonely. Empty. I've poured myself

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WooHoo!!*Snoopy dance* HornyScot and I will be spending The Weekend off in Rehobeth Breach with my grandparents, the sun, and bikinis!!So very excited.

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Ben had the balls to visit the ship on Saturday, a few hours before I showedf up for work that afternoon.I'd made myself forget that he was finished with college for the year.My stupidity and nervousness scares me.. my hurt has turned into a bitter hatred of him, but when I remember what almost happened when he visited at Christmas, I honestly don't know if I can trust myself. Yes, I tell myself

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Meh. (Crazy Doodle Bitch!This week promises to be calmer than last, partly because the Blast preparations are finished and done with and the party over. I have tomorrow off, and after and exausting week[end] like this one, I need the day to sleep in. Rehearsal tomorrow night, then 0900-1900 Tuesday through Thursday, with a three-hour rehearsal after everyday, and an overnight(ON) on Friday. Then,

The Sparkly Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00744989283707977907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575414.post-1116700871098008082005-05-21T14:17:00.000-04:002005-05-21T14:41:11.106-04:00

Last night was wonderful, and to top it all off I got paid for it..The Friday before Preakness is always Constellation's biggest fundraiser of the year, the Blast, and as it's a "Connie Party," things are much more relaxed than other 'catered events,' which are usually for someone or a company unrelated to the ship. Anyhow, there was the normal silent auction (One of the prizes included a huge

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Always doing my part in promoting Connie events, and more information can be found on the USS Constellation Museum website.WORLD PREMIERE OF LEVY’S GHOST ABOARD USS CONSTELLATIONSUMMARY: Levy's Ghost celebrates the struggles and accomplishments of the 19th century American-born Jew and unsung Naval hero Uriah Phillips Levy. Throughout his illustrious career, Levy led the fight to abolish flogging

The Sparkly Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00744989283707977907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575414.post-1116221449298336492005-05-16T01:29:00.000-04:002005-05-16T01:30:49.306-04:00

Overnight Recap...Not terribly much to report. Friday's was for the most part, like I said, a bunch of whiny twits. I'm quite happy I was only cook and could head off to 'liberty' soon as dinner was finished (in the world Mr. Glenn, the Master-at-Arms, and I have created, my character is now engaged to the lovely Miss Shannon Glenn, and of course, he visited her whilst on leave). And then we have

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My second Friday off in two weeks, and this time, I have nothing to do after I finish work as Ship's Cook for the overnight. Contemplate staying the night and volunteering, but no, these kids are twits, not even middle schoolers and already they're quite far down that path of flippy skirts and tank tops and eyeliner and cell phones that are all paid for by Mommy and Daddy. Doubt I could stand

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Dressed up for the event, of course. That event being, My Saturday Night Off.It's a week into May. And the temperatures have been in the fifty's all week. *grumble* Still, the weatherman predicted it would warm up by the weekend, and so I planned accordingly - summer dress and heels. But when the news called for rain by the afternoon, and then in the evening, did I take a jacket or the like? (hah

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Not just to play with, but REALLY loves you. Then you become real.First there was Ben, and I was happy, in that giddy, look forward to the future way. Then hurt, and bitter pain, and finally months later, anger. Mixed in there was a period of trying to fill that hole. There was flicker of hope that someone else would, but soon it died, as I deep down expected it would. And at long last a

The Sparkly Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00744989283707977907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575414.post-1115955632766626222005-05-12T23:33:00.000-04:002005-05-12T23:40:32.796-04:00

Public Service AnnouncementUp for a game on June 14th? The Orioles versus Houston (and aside from Kat, I doubt there's anyone who'd be partisan to both teams), and tickets are only $8 a pop.Not to mention a month in advance for Q's scheduling needs, and in the summer so Boy Bander and Beanpole can take those hours... Order tickets here..By the way, if you haven't seen Ladder 49, see it. SEE. IT.

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" 'Damn.' That's a Bad Foul Word." (as opposed to a good foul word, like odiferous.)Classify under: OvernightSRowdy bunch. Bleach the Superkids, double the group's numbers, then put them all in Scout uniforms and have them respond occasionally to a "Sign's Up!" There you have it, the sixty kiddies and chaperones of DOOM!!! And a sweetheart, eleven year old Elliot, who has Down's Syndrome, but is

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Am I the only one who felt like people were moving like molasses today? Two pretty bad school group tours, not so much because they were ignorant or loud, but they were dead. Blank. Boring. And moved slower than I ever could. The kind of tours I sort of float through. Done well, but I just can't get through to them, or excite them about anything. Closest I got to interesting them was Gun Drill,

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After A Whileby Veronica A. ShoffstallAfter a while you learnthe subtle difference betweenholding a hand and chaining a souland you learnthat love doesn't mean leaningand company doesn't always mean security.And you begin to learnthat kisses aren't contractsand presents aren't promisesand you begin to accept your defeatswith your head up and your eyes aheadwith the grace of woman, not the grief

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