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Captain's log, Star date 120610


Damn it’s windy. Not the steady kind of wind that it is easy to predict, oh no. This is the kind of wind that will go about its way as a gentle breeze, lulling you in to a false sense of security, then whip up out of nowhere and flip your skirt or muss up your hair. I was fortunately privy to the latter rather than the former, having the personality that keeps my summer wardrobe to shorts and t-shirts at best, but never something as feminine as a skirt. Besides, I’m working today, and I can’t quite justify the practicality of wearing a skirt when your job might dictate you to scrub some floors on your hands and knees.

Anyway, it’s windy. There’s this little, well, maybe not so little, orange and white fish windsock outside my window.  It has spent a good part of its day so far trying to be as horizontal as it can, and is doing quite well I might add. A rather harsh buzzing near my elbow just alerted me to a new text message. It’s from my dear friend Charlotte. She has been planning a Firefly Conversion sleepover party for weeks and I have been trying to get the time off to go. I was unsuccessful. The party has just started and she was texting me to see if I was still coming. I’m so upset! I never get to see her, ever, and the one time when I originally had the time to see her, I got a job. Fuck my life. Fuck it long, and fuck it hard, over a table, up a wall, in the bathtub, and on a park bench. I REALLY WANTED TO GO!!! But noooooo, I had to go get a job and make money, not to mention life a ridiculous distance way so even if I did decide to go, it’s take me two hours to get there, and then two hours back. I’d arrive at around 10, than I’d have to be leaving around 8 the next morning. Sleep would need to happen, but that would be unlikely with so many people high on Firefly awesomeness, and possible drunk. So no sleep, four hours of driving, and the money spent on gas, all sandwiched between two workdays. It’s a no go.

Random, but my sister told my brother the strangest thing the other day. For those of you who don’t know, girls don’t fart. Period. My brother seems to think differently. My sister Katy told Travis that when girls “fart”, the only thing that comes out are hippies and unicorns, not sticky gas like in boys. I just found that very amusing and thought I’d share it with you.

Who are you anyways? You know, I’ve been writing for who knows how long, and I’m not even entirely sure who I’m writing to. I guess it’s just you, the reader, the otherwise nameless entity that is reading my physically manifested thoughts for either your own enjoyment (this is my wish), or because it is being forced upon you by professors or as some new form of torture. I must say, both of those last ones have some appeal to me. I mean, the professor one is fairly obvious, since who wouldn’t want to think that there literary works were worth passing on to future generations. But the torture one sounds good to me as well. At first you might think “its being used as a form of torture, its so bad that it causes people pain! How could you be happy with that?” and as a possibly sane person you would be correct in your assumptions. But think of it this way. Humans as a whole seem to dwell on the negative aspects of their lives more than the positive. It’s a proven scientific fact, so don’t argue. So if you were to be tortured, in any manner, don’t you think those memories, should you live to have them, haunt you for the rest of your life? Well that’s just what I’m getting at! If my writing was used to torture people for information, they will undoubtedly be haunted by my words for the rest of their lives! What better way to live on in the minds of men! I think it’s a just as effective way to go about developing a legacy as it is to write an award winning novel.

Just had a guy come in looking for a RV space.  Did I mention I’m working right now? Well, I’m working right now, surprise! Anywhoo, oops, another person came in…annnnnd another……hang on….and done. Wow, ok, I just got really popular there for a second or two. What was I was I talking about? No matter, probably wasn’t all that important anyways. I’m listening to the Star Trek 2009 movie sound track. The ending credits are my favorite, mainly because it showcases all of the different themes throughout the movie, as well as starting off with the theme from the original TV series ( which is the best, by the way, even with all its cheesy effects and 60’s eye lighting). I’m kinda enjoying my free-write thus far, and I hope you (whomever you happen to be) are as well. I’m mostly doing this because I’m bored. Really really bored. Not much I can do about that unfortunately. I talked to my boy last night. That was really nice. I miss him something terrible sometimes, but it’s getting better. It’s like going through withdrawals for an alcoholic or drug addict. Not to say that I am addicted to him, but I was used to his presence, or at least being able to be near him if I wanted to. Now we are separated by distance and work schedules. Another way work has screwed me over this summer. No matter, I’m thinking maybe when I go to Portland on the 21st that maybe we could get together and have dinner or something. That would be fun. And I could catch-up on tickling him, because lord knows I’m behind on that. 

Ok, I'm done for now.  I only have 40 minutes til I can close *cheers*.  I did acomplish somethings today though.  I finished the laundry, booked some people for a couple nights in a few weeks (all by my self, I;m so proud of me, this is my first day working the office alone afterall), and did some beta work for my friend angelrox040, so I feel pretty good.

Rae out.


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angelrox040
Jun. 17th, 2010 04:00 pm (UTC)
what? What? WHUT?

how did I not see this appear on my friend's page *glares at Livejournal*

Awww I'm sorry you are feeling bad chica...have a lovely icon I made for cheering girls up, just for you. :D

Glad you like the soundtrack. I am expecting the deluxe version anytime now. I'm excited :D

I hope you get to see your boy soon. Remember that discussion about it's better to have loved and lost and blah blah blah? Yeah well I still think that guy can go get fucked up a tree! Distance can go get fucked up that tree too. D:< Guess I am just a tad angry today...which may or may not mean good things to the boys I am going to be hanging out with this afternoon. xp

Girls do fart unicorns...I thought you knew
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