tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70638682011-04-21T17:54:20.469-05:00A collection of thoughts, links, and ramblings from my tragically ordinary mind.Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.comBlogger1411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1176607821711359882007-04-14T22:27:00.000-05:002007-04-14T22:30:21.723-05:00

Thanks to popular demand (ok, more like one person nagging me to get back online), peacegrrl has returned. Alas, Blogger is going through some changes and won't let me upgrade to the new version of their blogging software, and I needed a serious change of scenery, so I've moved over to Wordpress. Come check it out...The Nifty New PlaceSee you soon!

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1150739211910318652006-06-19T12:33:00.001-05:002006-06-19T12:46:51.936-05:00

OK, I know I've been gone for a while. A lot of things have gone down since early May, the hardest of which was losing my little nephew on Mother's day, after just a few hours here on earth. In the midst of the tough times in my family, along with work and some assorted grad school nightmares, it's been hard to get on here and write. Partly because I've made most of my posts so generic and

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OK, I know I've been gone for a while. A lot of things have gone down since early May, the hardest of which was losing my little nephew on Mother's day, after just a few hours here on earth. In the midst of the tough times in my family, along with work and some assorted grad school nightmares, it's been hard to get on here and write. Partly because I've made most of my posts so generic and

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1146771738597651592006-05-04T14:16:00.000-05:002006-05-04T14:42:18.613-05:00

Ahhhh. My classes are over. The last paper has been turned in. My grueling annual self-evaluation for work is complete. All that remains is to check a few hundred residents out of the buildings, and summer will have officially begun! It's about time. Of course, even though the pace might be slower over the next few months, my world will still be pretty busy. Two courses left (plus program

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1146529775524503712006-05-01T19:01:00.000-05:002006-05-01T19:29:35.546-05:00

Alrighty, a few things to ramble about. First off, work has actually been pretty good. My staff and I went to a baseball game last night, which was super fun (even though we lost. Badly.) It was Dollar Dog night...mmm, nothing like cheap hot dogs, cheap seats, and staff bonding. It was an excellent time. I also survived a weekend on duty without any major campus-wide meltdowns. I'm happy

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1145652440818193302006-04-21T15:42:00.000-05:002006-04-21T15:47:20.840-05:00

I wrote this in a journal sometime in August and unearthed it last night. I think I may have been onto something. My question is, who was that person? Where has all of that optimism and insight gone in the last eight months?8/11/05How many things in this life do we leave undone for fear that we'll look stupid? And in spite of all our grown up, mature inhibitions, how often do we end up

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I can't concentrate on anything today. The window is wide open and this amazing early-spring breeze is circulating through my office, making it seem obscene to pour my energy into things like end-of-year reports and budget balancing. Scantily clad students are lying in the sun all over campus today, and I can't say I blame them. Spring in Ohio is a WAY bigger deal than it is down south. We bundle

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That would be me. I'm honestly starting to think I'm some kind of freak. Last week and the week before, I was a bundle of nerves, stress, and depression. This week, I'm a bundle of nerves, stress, and strange euphoria. I look back at journal entries from January, when I was on an optimism kick, and I wonder, who the hell was that? Then I look at stuff from last week, when I was

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1144357635067060792006-04-06T15:39:00.000-05:002006-04-06T16:07:15.133-05:00

All pictures courtesy of islegavia, who actually survived an entire week with me and my family (and we both came out alive!)The Alamo... ...and the Alamo Crackers. Me and my tacky Texas mugHuntsville Prison...also known as The WallsBig pecan (actually, it's really just a big hunk of painted cement)Only in Texas.More about the trip--and my sloppy life--coming soon...-pg

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So I got back from Indianapolis about 48 hours ago, and in a little more than 12 I'll be on the way to Texas. Thank goodness I have a washer and dryer in my apartment, or clean underwear would definitely be a problem after my 2-week travel marathon. Islegavia has decided to brave the wilds of H-town with me, so I'm hoping it's a success. My family--mom with a broken arm, sister three months

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1142457985196208172006-03-15T14:38:00.000-05:002006-03-15T16:26:25.250-05:00

So I just ate a king-size Three Musketeers bar. It's divided into two little bars, so that ideally you will eat one and save the other for later. As if. Three Musketeers is not a choice candy bar, it's the one I get because it's supposedly "big on chocolate, not on fat." But that fluffy crap in the middle is SO not chocolate. All you're really getting is the outside shell, and of course the

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1141696095286445822006-03-06T20:44:00.000-05:002006-03-06T20:48:15.296-05:00

Ok. I realize, as I have stated time and time again, that I am the only female alive willing to admit that I find Phillip Seymour Hoffman remotely attractive. This isn't an actor with a fan site full of screensavers and wallpaper and gushing comments. But I can't help it. I love him. And now he has an OSCAR, so back off!!!Oh, Phillip (can I call you Phil?), when did my affections begin? Maybe it

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1140723367215270482006-02-23T14:15:00.000-05:002006-02-23T14:36:07.266-05:00

I don't really have anything new or interesting to say, but I'm sick of that super-depressing post from last Friday being the first thing on the page. So here I am. Thursday afternoons are my favorite--I'm done with class for the week, only in the office until five, and the weekend is finally within striking distance. Yesterday was such a horrible day that I went ahead and took care of all of

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That's a line from Muriel's Wedding. When she says it, she's a tearful, snot-covered mess, lamenting her aloneness and feeling pretty much like nothing. Not unlike how I feel at the moment.Tonight's whatever-it-was with Crush was most assuredly NOT a date. I grew suspicious of this when I paid for my own movie ticket. Ambiguity was introduced when he bought the coffee, but the fears were

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1140136157927120452006-02-16T19:14:00.000-05:002006-02-16T19:29:17.943-05:00

I've been sucked into the revolution, and I have a myspace page now. I don't think it's nearly as cool as the blog, but it does have a musical soundtrack, which is kind of nice. Check it out if you get a chance.Also--the crush and I have a pseudo-date this weekend. I call it "date" because it involves dinner and a movie and only the two of us. AND I swear, there has been some major flirting

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1140056780249158292006-02-15T20:56:00.000-05:002006-02-15T21:26:20.296-05:00

So the big news for the year is...I'm going to be an aunt! It's all very unexpected, but sister peacegrrl is due on September 28th. I'm extremely jazzed. I think being the spoiling eccentric aunt will be awesome. And when the baby starts to smell or get annoying, I can just give her back! :-) Of course this is me putting a positive spin on the fact that I'm a little jealous that my sister,

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I'll skip the apologies about never posting and get right to the good stuff.First, I'm pissed at that fucker James Frey. I take back anything nice I said about his damn book in earlier posts. And that's all I have to say about that.Next up. I am ADDICTED to Project Runway. That may surprise most people. It certainly surprised me--I mean, one look in my closet is all it takes to determine that

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So everything's going well. Work is OK, it's a fresh new year, and I'm even trying the optimism thing. And then today I wake up, have a productive day, and at about 5pm, out of nowhere--sometime during the walk from the main office to my apartment--comes the crash. For reasons I can't explain, I just got this overwhelming feeling of sadness and dread. And then on top of that I was pissed,

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OK, I know it's been a while. My readership is starting to drop off quite significantly. There are a few reasons for my delay in posting, so bear with me. First, I've been busy with work and training, and second, I'm sick, or getting sick, or something, with a sinus thing topped off by a headache that has made it really hard to spend any time in front of a computer screen. And thirdly and most

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1136075734258902772005-12-31T19:11:00.000-05:002005-12-31T19:35:34.266-05:00

Alrighty, time for a 2005 recap.Major surgeries: 1Cars hit by: 1Relatives lost: 1Beloved family pets lost: 1Doomed relationships: 1Infatuations: 3Drunk-dialing fiascos: 2Smoking relapses: 1Sisters sucked into abusive relationships: 1Pounds gained: 15OK, so it wasn't exactly the best year. But a few good things did happen--I got into yet another grad school, met some great people, visited 7

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First a clarification...my whole rant about sex in that last post wasn't related to the guy I spent the majority of it talking about. That was actually residual frustration from other undefined relationships. Sorry for any confusion.Also, I forgot to say, for those following along at home, that the friend I was sort of clashing with when I wrote this post and I have made up, and all is well.

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I just had dinner with the guy I've been into all semester. I haven't said much about him lately, I know--partly because there hasn't been a lot of new stuff to report, and partly because I don't want to jinx it. But I'll bring you up to speed. We spend a lot of platonic time together--lunches, dinners, long conversations, etc. According to He's Just Not That Into You, this is "hanging out,"

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1134706327116641242005-12-15T22:48:00.000-05:002005-12-15T23:12:07.153-05:00

I have been awful about keeping this blog updated for the past few months. And I'll tell you why. This semester has been hell. There's no other way to put it. And I hate the idea of putting more depression and sadness out into the world through this blog, so I try not to post unless I have something at least moderately happy or profound to say. Unfortunately, there just hasn't been much good

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1133315526678055182005-11-29T20:37:00.000-05:002005-11-29T20:52:06.686-05:00

So here we are, at that akward little crevice between Thanksgiving and Christmas, when everyone's shopping like crazy and doing their best to get into the "holiday spirit." I got a few days away from the Ohio blizzard and hung out in the Houston smog, where it was 80 degrees on Thanksgiving, which I think is just plain wierd. Thanksgiving was ok. Lots of turkey and stuffing and family drama,

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Well, it's officially that time of the year--the snow has been flying since yesterday afternoon. At least it's not sticking to anything. It's seriously gloomy out there, though, which makes it hard to crawl out from under the flannel sheets in the morning. I need to get some of those full-spectrum lightbulbs or something. I think Seasonal Affective Disorder is already setting in. Then again,

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So I know that I've been lousy about keeping up with the blog lately. I have a few excuses...my computer froze up when I tried to update last week and I lost my post, and I've been too crabby to write much. Plus I fear that my posts aren't very interesting, especially compared with my friends who are off on fabulous adventures, or getting married, or are just way more creative than I am. I think

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1130905228681340622005-11-01T23:11:00.000-05:002005-11-01T23:26:31.433-05:00

A rundown...1. I bought the book Between A Rock And A Hard Place on Sunday and it's been practically impossible to put down. Holy crap. This guy's story is unbelievable. The way he describes his completely organic connection with the outdoors, his ascent to absolute despair and his climb out of it...damn, it's good. Favorite line so far: "A crystalline moment shatters and the world is a different

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1130437206160167182005-10-27T13:10:00.000-05:002005-10-27T13:20:06.173-05:00

Well, today is a better day. It probably shouldn't be--after all, I have a dentist appointment at 4, it's cloudy and freezing outside, and I'm in the midst of that one week a month that all females curse--but I find myself doing ok for a change. I aced a midterm (in a subject I don't even grasp), which is an awesome feeling--I can't believe I'm not flunking out of grad school in the midst of

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1130283134517419022005-10-25T17:46:00.000-05:002005-10-25T18:32:14.563-05:00

So I know I've been slacking with the whole blog thing lately, and I'm sorry. But to tell you the truth, it's mainly because I can't find anything happy to write about and I'm tired of being a downer. I think my life is turning into the book of Job or something. Ed died. A week later, my dog died. Three weeks after that, my aunt had a stroke. And now my sister's in this relationship that

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1129745678608230282005-10-19T12:58:00.000-05:002005-10-19T13:14:38.616-05:00

Can't think of anything interesting to write today, so I stole this from bookgerm's live journal.x your confessions...[ ] I collect comic books.[ ] I am keeping a secret from the world[x] I watch the news[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs[ ] I own something from Hot Topic[x] I like Disney movies Exept for Pocahontas and all those Lion King sequels[x] I curse regularly[ ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real

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I know I haven't posted in a while...there just hasn't been much interesting to talk about. It's the normal fall routine--work too hard, sleep too little, complain. There haven't been any new developments in my continuing search for a Mature Relationship, either (although hope springs eternal!) I'm about to head home to Texas for a break, so hopefully when I get back I'll have lots more to say

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1128391058783421882005-10-03T20:29:00.000-05:002005-10-03T20:57:38.823-05:00

Well, the euphoria of last Wednesday has definitely given way to serious nastiness. Everything fell apart the next day--the mean parents returned. Work started to suck again. And then, to add insult to injury, my dog died. Today my continued lack of sleep (I wasn't allowed to take a sleeping pill last night thanks to duty), along with an uncool run-in with this mean crazy woman in one of my

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1128014292788217332005-09-29T12:13:00.000-05:002005-09-29T12:18:12.790-05:00

Just wanted to let everybody know that I've turned on word verification for comments, which means that before the blog will publish your comments you'll have to type in a word that appears in a funky little box on your screen. Why have I added this extra step? Because I'm tired of getting comments that link me to websites on how to get rid of my back pain, where to find a better mortage rate,

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1127964346267048362005-09-28T22:13:00.000-05:002005-09-28T22:25:46.273-05:00

Okay, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Seriously. Things are going way too well. Maybe it's lack of sleep that's making me so damn peppy...I haven't gotten more than an average of 4-5 hours a night in a while. In any case, the week goes on and every day seems to kick a little more ass than the one before it. First off, I TOTALLY got a raise yesterday!!! Whoo-hoo!!!! Here's to a

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1127772052696535782005-09-26T16:35:00.000-05:002005-09-26T17:00:52.726-05:00

It's happy times in Peacegrrl land today. I know...this is highly unusual. And on a MONDAY, nonetheless. But I just can't be pissy right now. Here's why...first, my family escaped Rita without even a power outage. The worst result of the storm for peacegrrl mama was that she said she'd been eating chicken for six days (apparently that's what they stocked up on...), was sick of chicken, never

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1127508150882413582005-09-23T15:23:00.000-05:002005-09-25T17:02:18.593-05:00

I honestly can't believe it. Is God trying to tell us something? Is global warming really THAT out of control? What the hell is happening? I could go on and on about the bigger issues at hand--the thousands of evacuees that found refuge in Houston, who probably feel like the hurricanes are chasing them...the craziness on I-45...the repeat flooding in the Ninth Ward of New Orleans that seems bent

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Goodbye, Ed...and thanks for the love and blessings that you brought into my life. I will never, ever, forget you.-pg

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OK, I honestly don't think things could get any crazier in my world. Last week I had to go flying down to Texas because things are NOT good at home. Ed is slipping away from us way faster than we expected, so I needed to be with the family. And then I turned around and came back to the worst damn roommate conflict I've ever seen and a stack of incident reports for drunk residents, and tommorow I

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1125891010922422352005-09-04T22:18:00.000-05:002005-09-04T22:30:10.930-05:00

I have a knack for seeing the "downer" in just about anything. I'm also pretty good at finding people and entities to lash out at when something's happening that I can't explain or understand. My last post came from that place. The truth is, I'm still disheartened and disappointed with the lack of preparation for something we should have expected. But I needed to hear good news, and I thank

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1125676470907805512005-09-02T10:30:00.000-05:002005-09-02T10:54:30.936-05:00

I am disillusioned by what is happening in my country.It was easy for us to rally together as a nation after September 11. We were united against a common enemy. People of all colors, creeds, and socio-economic status were affected. We didn't dare criticize our government, at least not during those first hours. We were unprepared, yes, but we pulled ourselves together and by a day or two

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1125259791479371052005-08-28T15:07:00.000-05:002005-08-28T15:09:51.486-05:00

Would somebody PLEASE explain the popped collar thing to me? They're all over campus. When did a too-tight polyester polo with a flipped-up collar suddenly become "cool"?

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Last night I consumed a few too many alcoholic beverages. Seeing as my body was already completely exhausted from seven straight 10+ hour workdays, no decent or nutritionally sound meals in over a week, and sleep deprivation due to the non-stop arrival of first-year students, I'm thinking it was a bad idea. Today I feel disoriented, used-up, and ancient. And since I turn into an even worse

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1125087161523141722005-08-26T14:46:00.000-05:002005-08-26T15:12:41.530-05:00

Well, here it goes: Year # 2 in Northeast Ohio. It's been a whacked-out couple of weeks, with pretty much non-stop work, and I know it's only going to get worse. The good news is that amidst all the chaos, I've managed to spend quality time with my friends and keep up the steady stream of pessimistic humor that I'm known for. I'm jealous of the fabulous vacations that everyone's got under

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1123818377432548892005-08-11T22:08:00.000-05:002005-08-11T22:46:17.446-05:00

OK, it's been over a month since I posted, and I'm sending out apologies to anybody who was wondering if I'm still alive. The last few weeks have been...challenging. The slow pace of the summer is over for me, and I can't seem to clear the cobwebs out of my brain and get rolling again. There are so many things that I've left undone that I hardly know where to begin. It feels like a train came

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1120939426293927242005-07-09T14:58:00.000-05:002005-07-09T15:03:46.296-05:00

Just putting in a quick plug for ALS research and awareness before I head out tommorow. If you've been following the fledgling scarf project and want to know more about Lou Gherig's Disease and what you can do to help, click here: http://www.mdausa.org Thanks! And if you're interested in ordering a scarf, just let me know! :-)-pg

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So I guess I've gotten into a once-a-week posting habit. If I had anything witty or insightful to say, I'd post more often, but unfortunately the lack of interaction with students and the break from classes has turned my brain into mush. Occasionally something comes along to stimulate it...but it's usually bad news.I woke up yesterday morning to the tragedy in London. One minute the spotlight is

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So haven't posted in a while, for the simple reason that I'm too pissy for the blog these days. I mean, I know negativity is sort of my trademark, but there comes a point where even I get tired of my own complaining. Plus, really, things aren't that bad, I'm just bored. And kinda bummed because numerous attempts to get together for a visit with The Boy have been failures, and I feel like we're at

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Most people who I'm close to (and a few that I'm not) are pretty well aware of my political views. Why? Because I can't seem to shut up about them. Whenever somebody in Washington does something idiotic, I seem to go a little crazy. I've probably written a letter to my congressional representatives once a week for the last six months (Tim Ryan always replies, too. He probably thinks I'm a stalker

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Okay, so to start off, I've replaced my blog profile picture and brought back the one with the beer. I admit it, I made a change, and it just didn't go over. The thing with the blog pic is that it's important to me that it's not a terribly recognizable shot. Granted, I've given WAY too many friends this URL so a lot of people know the peacegrrl behind the blog, but I don't want random folks--say

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I knew a guy once, I guess I still know sort of know him, who liked Tequiza--you know, that tequila-and-lime flavored beer that Anheuser-Busch puts out. He liked Tequiza, and Corona, and Dos Aquis. This guy was one piece of work. Tall, and so good looking that it was almost surreal. He was the Cool Dude. The one who talked to everybody, even the unpopular folks. Who could do anything. Win

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I haven't posted in a while. This seems a little odd to me--work is slow, I'm taking a break from classes, and I have free time all over the place, so one would think I'd be blogging like crazy. But the truth is that I just haven't felt very inspired. My life is in the midst of a sort of stalemate at the moment. People are out of town--doing summer vacation stuff, or at new jobs, or just

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So yes, I like to be smug and talk about the decline of modern television and how it's all crap, with a few notable exceptions. But let's face it--the idiot box is just about always on. I'm not even watching it half the time. I just like the noise. It serves as a nice, steady connection with the outside world. And there's always The Daily Show and reruns of The West Wing, plus the fact that TNT

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My blogiversary was Sunday--that's right, one solid year of verbal exhibitionism! And you know what I realized today? My very first post, back on May 22, 2004, was all about The Boy. And my last post, exactly one year later, was about...The Boy. Oh, man, I need to get a more interesting life. I can't believe that in a few days the boy and I are actually supposed to meet up. If he doesn't show,

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I think I've made a big mistake.I've spent the past month or so believing in this fairy-tale notion that The Boy had really changed, that maybe he isn't such a Boy anymore. Of course I got my badly-needed reality call in the form of a rumor that turned out to be true.It's so funny how we choose what we're going to believe, and base our feelings entirely upon that. It was easy to create a fantasy

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My mind is clicking along on overtime lately. I've got this idea that I've been rolling around, bouncing off of a few people here and there, and chewing on to decide if it's the right thing right now. And think its time has come. Those of you who know me know that I tend to get a little excited about certain causes. And that I often feel a little empty, like I'm not doing enough in the world to

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Okay, I'm getting a little impatient.I'm waiting for the eye doctor to call and say my new glasses are ready. Waiting for my "Strike Out ALS" bracelets to get here in the mail. Waiting for residents to leave. Waiting for my knee to stop throbbing. Waiting for the police to give me information about my accident's status. Waiting for my internet connection to get set up, for May 28 to get here so I

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So the funny thing about the title of this post is that currently, in my case, it's true. I do look like I've been hit by a car. Probably because on Saturday night, I was hit by a car. Really. I was crossing the parking lot and some girl didn't see me. Now don't freak out, I'm okay. I got a black eye and my glasses broke, and my left arm doesn't work right, and I have some seriously gnarly

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I have this tattoo on the thumb of my left hand. It's an icthus, the little fish symbol used in Christianity. I got it a few years ago, and half the time I actually forget it's there. So today I was at this awards breakfast thingee, sitting next to a colleague who's known for being pretty open about his spirituality (and fairly conservative ideology). And I'm plowing into my lemon-poppyseed

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I haven't posted in over a week, and I hate to come back with a downer, but today is just not working out for me. Everything is crooked or backwards or isn't coming out right. Even the weather is confused--it's 40 degrees with melting snow outside. In late April. I guess it goes along with my mood.The weekend was wierd, for one. It was a rare situation, but an unpleasant one anyway--one of

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So I waited until today to file my taxes. Shame on me. I suppose I have an excuse...one of my doomed romances was an accountant who said he'd do my taxes for me. After the demise of the "relationship," I held out hope until the last possible moment, hoping he'd reappear--not because I was interested anymore (he's the "Shallow Asshole!" from one of my scarier posts), but because I was praying he'd

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It smells like spring today...the sun is out, the sky is a mind-blowing blue without a cloud in sight. It's Friday and the weekend is stretched out in front of me without too much to clutter it up. It's a nice feeling, knowing there's nothing to do, after six days of running.Nashville was a good trip. I spent a lot of time (some might say a bit too much time) with coworkers who have become

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So I'm blogging from Nashville, standing at a cyber cafe with people crammed on both sides of me, but it's daylight so I don't think anyone is surfing porn. So far the conference I'm at has been pretty cool, although I have yet to actually go to any programs! I did get to hear Mitch Albom speak last night. To tell the truth, I didn't really think it would be anything special--I hadn't read

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I wrote this great post a few days ago, all about friendship and family and my birthday, yadda yadda, and Blogger ate it. And I don't remember anything that I said. But really, it was good. Trust me. Today I don't have any particularly profound thoughts to pass along. I'm feeling seriously guilty because I had a gnarly stomach thing going on yesterday and couldn't come to work, and tommorow

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Something beautiful is happening on campus today. Amid the stale-beer smell leftover from last night's festivities, the kids are on the move. Dirty laundry is being carted out, doors are being slammed, cars are illegally parked in front of the buildings. Spring Break is finally here. And it's even a little spring-like outside today, too. I mean, it's not above 45 or anything, but the sun is

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Something I've discovered about these yanks: they take St. Patrick's Day very seriously. Drinking at 7am, green beer, wierd-ass Irish folk music playing over the speaker in the caf...it's all part of the fun. I'd be a lot more excited about the whole thing if I could really participate, but seriously, how fun is it to embarass yourself at the bar when half of your discipline cases are looking on?

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So there's a lot to blog about...besides wanting to get to the bottom of this whole Modest Mouse controversy, there's been a lot going on in my world this week. But since I have to run off to a meeting in a few minutes, I think I'll just share some lovely Iron and Wine lyrics. There might not be a great love in my life right now, but I can live vicariously through the tapestry of Sam Beam's

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So, who's coming to Bonnaroo with me? Jack Johnson, Modest Mouse, Iron and Wine, O.A.R., and, oh yeah, that guy DAVE MATTHEWS will all be waiting for us in Manchester, Tennessee, from June 10-12. It just so happens that my summer classes don't start until the 13th. I will take this as a sign from God that I must be there. I'd prefer not to go alone, though, so if anybody wants to camp, jam to

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It's nice to know that when life starts to crumble--a guy turns into an asshole, your jeans don't fit right, and work is a mess--there are people out there to pick you back up, dust you off, and remind you that life doesn't suck. I guess that's the only upside to being down in the dumps--the reminders of how lucky you really are. Today my buddy g-lo presented me with the new Iron and Wine ep,

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Stuff first.I'm feeling a bit better, having had a weekend to feel sorry for myself and reflect on my pissiness. I've mulled over bad relationships, reflected on good (but brief) ones, had entirely too much Malibu rum, done some ill-advised drunk dialing, watched Garden State, considered and promptly vetoed the idea of becoming a lesbian (can't help it, I'm too straight for my own good), and now

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Alrighty, I never thought of myself as a psycho-feminist. A feminist, yes--supportive of the idea that women should have choices, freedoms, and equal rights. But not a man-hating, "a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle," super-angry hardcore whining feminist. But today I'm not so sure. I have the notion at this particular moment that heterosexual men (maybe not all, but certainly

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So the new guy in my life that I mentioned is not "the crush" that I was talking about a few weeks ago. THAT guy is, I think, a bit wierd. I mean, it's one thing to talk about sex, but quite another to ask questions as though you're taking notes or conducting a survey. Nope, not cool. This NEW guy has thus far proven not to have any extreme wierdness going on. I know, for those of you

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I don't even know where to begin. I'm one of those nerds who still gets excited about the big Hollywood schmooze-fest. I love movies. And I mean it when I say that. I look forward to Fridays because Ebert's new reviews come out. The happiest month of my year is February, when Turner Classic Movies does the 31 Days of Oscar. I've been known to skip a meal so I can buy a movie ticket. I

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Right now it's about 25 degrees outside. It's incredibly windy, snowing like crazy...and THE SUN IS OUT. What the HELL is that? And three days ago it was 65. I know, I know, some of you are probably sick of my comments about the weather in Ohio. But come on!!! This is seriously wierd stuff! I could theoretically get myself a tan while I shovel the snow out from behind my truck. Bizzare. Is it the

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So first of all, it's after five on a friday and I'm in the office updating my blog. I am a loser, loser, loser!!!!Secondly, I have spent my day sitting at my desk, eating chocolate mini-donuts, looking for a pattern for a knitted ipod cozy (I'm making it for a guy, I am SUCH a loser!), and getting mad at the piece of crap res services room change website that doesn't update automatically so now

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The meaningless sex comment, I mean. I've been thinking a lot about relationships, quasi-relationships, and the lack of value that I seem to have been putting on myself and my own standards in some of the situations I've found myself in lately. I guess it started a few days ago when I talked to a person with whom I had sort of a fling a few years ago. There was something about the way he

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On Friday night I went out to a local bar, and really, I should know better. I'm in a college town, for crying out loud. If I've had a long week dealing with frustrating undergrads, the last place I need to go is a smoke-filled hole packed with them! I was with my friends, and the conversation and alcohol were good, but the sweaty, short frat boy who sloshed his beer onto my shoe as he crossed

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I am enormously pissy today. Have been all week, as a matter of fact. I've had a headache for three days, I'm stressing out about a staff problem that I can't seem to fix no matter what I do, I miss my mom, and it's starting to feel like Friday will NEVER get here. And I just found out that while Modest Mouse will be in Houston on Feb. 20, they aren't coming anywhere near Ohio. I'm not motivated

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First off, the very nice housekeeper came by earlier and vacuumed my entire office. And then I spent the afternoon stuffing my face with Munchies Ultimate Cheddar Snack Mix, and now there are little pieces of Crispix all over the floor. I am a slob. Next, my credit score sucks, which I pretty much suspected, but it still stings to know that I was right. I'm trying to avoid working this summer by

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Check out Jim Wallis on The Daily Show. It's possible to believe in God, have morals, question the government...and have a sense of humor!!!

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I'm so used to everything in my life--work, relationships, the state of my apartment--being a mess that when I actually feel a sense of order, it kind of freaks me out. Today is one of those days. My job is going well, I'm feeling good about my place in the world, and I even vacuumed and did laundry this weekend. I haven't really thought about The Boy in weeks, I'm not worried about Blind Date

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I know, negativity is usually what I do best. But what can I say? It's a good day--in spite of the fact that this guy just kicked off another four years in office. To start with, I'm off to nerd greatness with my triumphant return to grad school. Last night's class is going to be pretty easy. I think tonight's might give me a little more trouble...it's College Student Development, so at the very

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So first off, a shout-out to my homies Nick and Vixen, for the happy thoughts. I'm feeling a bit better today. First off, I discovered this amazing thing called a Liberal Studies master's degree, in which I can basically take whatever classes I want, figure out a way to tie them together, and voila! Degree! And the program advisor says that my hodgepodge of English, counseling, and student

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I'm a bit pained right now. Call it part 23 of my never-ending quarterlife crisis, but I'm trying to figure out what purpose my life serves. I need perspective and some suggestions. Right now I seem to live for sorting out the messes of sniveling 18-20 year-olds who drink too much, smoke too much pot, and have, for the most part, oblivious parents who are content to keep shelling out the $2500

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Somehow the words of Death Cab for Cutie sum up my thoughts on the advent of 2005. I guess I should be nice and optimistic and thinking about new beginnings and all, but mainly I'm lamenting the loss of my lovely winter break. No, I didn't blog as promised. I was too busy sleeping in and sitting on my ass. Soooo relaxing. Even two weeks of sleeping on a couch couldn't bring me down from the

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I realize that I have been remiss in terms of blog consistency...the half-dozen faithful readers of peacegrrl's world are surely lamenting the fact that it's been over a week since I've posted. I have a good excuse. I was dealing with the end-of-semester funfest that is Winter Closing. It was all worth it, though to see that beautiful sight on Saturday morning...an empty parking lot. So now

Peacegrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681048753989218499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7063868.post-1102978077728293662004-12-13T17:39:00.000-05:002004-12-13T17:47:57.726-05:00

First of all, why in the hell should I care about this? A rich white guy kills his wife and unborn child. Yes, it's sad. But poor people do it all the time and no one cares. Who gets to decide what's "news" and what isn't? And why is Peterson's death sentence the lead headline, with "Seven Marines Killed In Iraq" buried underneath it? This country is so fucked up... Hey, at least my no

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It's here. Finally, after all of the hype and stories people tried to scare me with, after the extensive coat shopping and boot advice, it has arrived. Snow. So far I've only fallen on my ass once, but that's not exactly good news, since it's only been snowing since Saturday and there's only about an inch on the ground. How many more times will I eat it over the next three to four months?

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See, lots of people agree with me! I like that Howard Dean is trying to kick some DNC ass. Maybe now we'll become a REAL party. How exciting would that be? Okay, no more politics. Today is Friday and I have no plans. Tommorow I'm SUPPOSED to finally go out with Blind Date Guy again. Over the past three weeks we have had two planned dates and two cancellations. True, one was my fault, but one was

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So first of all, I'm going to bitch about today's weather. After a few weeks of nasty cold weather, the gods have smiled down and given us a 60-degree day. Unfortunately they've also given us 60-mph winds. Now come on. Is this necessary? I consider myself to be, well, a pretty solid girl. So when I walk outside and the wind knockes me off of my feet and blows me into the side of a building,

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Heads up... This is one of my posts where I digress from my normal menu of complaints about men, my job, and the ridiculously freezing cold Ohio weather. I'm going political for the next paragraph or too. Don't say I didn't warn you. Now, on to business. In times of adversity, it's natural for us to get a little jumbled up and forget our goals. Case in point: the Democratic party. We ran the

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In the spirit of winter grinchiness, here are a few things that are pissing off the Peacegrrl today: 1. The rude guy at Einstein Bros. messed up my order today. Who puts turkey on an egg sandwich? 2. One of my friends is kind of getting on my nerves, and I feel guilty about being so irritated by it. I know we're supposed to love and support our friends no matter what, but is there some kind

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So I have returned to Ohio after my six-day holiday in Texas. When I got on the plane on Monday morning, it was 70 degrees. And when I landed three hours later in Ohio, it was 35. Ick...I'm back in the land of bare trees and wind and general cold nastiness. It hasn't snowed yet (at least I wasn't here to see it) so I guess that's something to be happy about. Why don't they publish a manual

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Prepare yourself for some peacegrrl bitching. So I went on Blind Date # 2 for this fall on Saturday night. Some of you may be familiar with the fate of my last blind date. I'll bring the new folks up to speed: I met the guy for an hour of drinks and conversation, and was impressed. Unfortunately, he was not. I never heard from him again. I didn't even get the "gee thanks, but..." phone call. So

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Really, I do. I blog about whatever nonsense happens to be in my head at the moment. Then I read these other live journals where people are all profound and what not, with their poetry and their flowery descriptions of everyday life. I'm one of those creative writing people, too, but every time I try to get wordy and obscure, I think my stuff sounds stupid. Oh well. Today is the day of the

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So okay, I'm a thick chick with an appreciation of British humor, so obviously I really enjoyed the first Bridget Jones. Then I went to see the second, and while I was entertained and dug the happy ending, I've had some time to reflect on my life as it compares to Bridg's. I've concluded that I think I really should be with Colin Firth. I mean, I'm way less nuts than Bridget, I'm definitely

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Shit never works out the way I want it to. I had this epic decision-making moment last week involving a on-again, off-again toxic relationship. I wrote this fabulous letter (yeah, by hand, on PAPER) because I felt I needed to mail it off into the universe and seal the relationship's fate instead of relying on impersonal e-mail. Then I forgot to mail the letter. Then the guy came online and

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Really, I guess it's not that bad. As a friend said the other day, "look on the bright side! Bush only has four more years to screw us!" I hope that we democrats don't get all bent out of shape and stop caring. Now, more than ever, we need to keep bitching and writing letters and generally making nuiscances of ourselves. And let's face it, if there's one thing I'm good at, it's being a big

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Well, it's over. What the hell will I rant about now? And I'm so pissed off at Ohio. We not only passed an amendment to ban gay marriage and eliminate domestic partner benefits, we let our state fall to Bush by less than 200,000 votes. What the fuck? Sorry for the profanity, but really. WHAT THE FUCK? And don't even get me started on the "youth vote." Once again, the 18-30 age group

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I am very aware of this fact at the present because this morning, when I walked into my office after one of the biggest party weekends of the year and found a stack of discipline slips in my box, I didn't think to myself, "those crazy kids, I bet they had some good times!" That's more than likely what the 22-year-old version of peacegrrl, new to the student affairs field and fresh from four

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I swear, I just looked out the window and the sky is black. So much for schlepping up to the office to pick up my paycheck...on second thought, I'm broke. I'll bring an umbrella. Seriously, though, the weather is gross. Good thing I don't have any big plans tonight. I was SUPPOSED to go see a show with a very nice guy I just met, but I have to do the staff bonding thing. I'd better get into

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