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[Sep. 21st, 2006|11:45 pm] |
sleep, my child, sleep. why do i insist on staying up so late? it's only quarter to twelve but provided that i have to be up at 6, it's late. i really need 7 hours to be fully functional. 6 and i'm good but need caffeine every 2-4 hours or so. 5 hours, bottomless cup. 3 or less is no caffeine or i'll end up nervous and jittery. instead i'm just in this zombie state, but i actually end up being quite productive. 4 hours is a judgement call. i prefer 6+ hours or less than 3.
anyway i've realized that i'm online a lot, but i don't really get anything accomplished. it's just my 5 minute breaks between chunks of studying. a lot of my time is spent trying to find something good to listen to, but i should maybe update in lj more or communicate with people or something like that. i don't use im though, and really don't want to.
ok this has been a short and sweet entry, and now i'm going to take the advice of my opening. |
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[Sep. 12th, 2006|03:59 pm] |
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| | au port, camille | ] |
Every year for the past five years or so my birthday wish has been to have no debilitating diseases or further complications from diabetes. I got tired of that and wanted to wish for something else this year, so what happens. I go to bed at 163, 20 minutes later I feel odd and think, maybe my blood sugars low but I just took it and it was kinda high. It's fucking 49. How can that happen in 20 minutes? Then at 4 am it's 398, then at 6 am I'm waking up shaking and swaying and it's 29. Next year I'm sticking to my old wish. The funny thing is that usually I'm rendered useless for the first half of my day after ups and downs like that. Today I felt like I had more energy than ever. I actually felt really good, unfortunately it'll all probably accelerate my decline and i'll end up with cognitive deterioration and nueropathy. I really shouldn't subject you guys to all this blood sugar babble. I should just give my endocrinologist a direct link to my lj so he can witness the toll this takes on me. He called me today after looking at my blood sugars that I sent him friggin 2 weeks ago and left a message saying "everything seems fine. sorry it took me so long to get back to you. i think we'll keep you doses the same" ha! i gotta fax him todays numbers and all of last weeks so he can see just how great things are going.
Anyway my birthday was really great aside from the media slamming 9/11 propaganda in everyone's face. I celebrated over the weekend and went out to dinner with Anna at a really good vegetarian place and then we got drunk off of 2 glasses of wine each. I have no tolerance for alcohol whatsoever. I used to be able to drink 5 drinks and not feel a thing. Now after two when I get up I have my "don't look drunk, don't stumble" mantra going through my head. Sunday I went with my parent's to Lauren's restaurant to celebrate with them. Loren is moving to Nicaragua till November, so I won't be seeing her for a while. Everyone is friggin leaving. Whether it be Alaska, California, Brasil, or NIcaragua. I wanna go too. waaah.
I don't know what's different about this year, but I've been making all these resolutions like it's friggin new years. I feel like it's the perfect time to absolve some aspects of my life and character that have been leading me to feelings of hopelessness and angst. God, it sounds like I go around depressed all the time. Really it's not that. I go around indifferent. I want to actually care about things.
Ok well, one of my resolutions is to keep it up with working out, so I'm gonna do that and pray that I don't pass out and die from a low blood sugar. |
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| my life as of late |
[Sep. 4th, 2006|11:35 am] |
i got into a car accident the other day. it was raining and as i was ascending an off ramp i conveniently slid into the barrier. then in an effort to avoid someone turning the sharp corner and running into me, i quickly backed out of my position and backed into the other barrier. ah, yes. it would have been comedic if didn't have to think about the expense and i wasn't shaking uncontrollably. this is my first accident, suffice it to say i hate driving and always have. i just do it because i'm condemned to suburban nj. luckily i didn't get into an accident with another car, and i'm hoping it's only cosmetic and not functional damage that my car has incurred. i'll find that out tomorrow. so on top of medical, school, and transportation expenses i have to add in accident expenses. it just never ends. i'm beyond hopelessness and anger--insouscience is my coping mechanism. it works for me.
i can already tell this semester is going to be unbearable, but in a different way from summer. i was studying like crazy and basically teaching myself chem because my professor was uninformed and incompetant. this semester 2.5 out of 5 professors fall under that catagory--yes, i said 2.5. and i feel like i already know so much of the stuff i'm learning. for example, i have to take intro to psych, because i never took it in undergrad. but all the info aquired from highschool psych, psychoanalytic literary theory, bio, a&p, lit&pschy, independent reading, and other random english classes pretty much cover everything and more than what we're doing. plus, our professor just states all these "facts" and leaves no room for discussion. i want to refute half the shit he says, because i don't purely ascribe to the freudian doctrine or genetics or any of the other things he presents to these impressiable students. this is why we end up with dumb asses in the world. i'm possibly a dumb ass too, but at least i'm an argumentative one that contemplates things more than one should.
teaching is truly and art form and i'm realizing that not many possess it. i've reached a level of intolerance that i didn't have in undergrad. i'm at the point where if you're going to be a crappy teacher you might as well let me sit in the borders or my cafe and do the reading on my own so i don't have to waste 3 hours a week in your class. i had some english professors at rutgers that were insupportable, but at least i could go back home and imitate them. these professors aren't even worth that much.
i can't wait till i'm done with this prerequisite shit and i can officially start my program next fall. hopefully i'll encounter someone with a firm grasp of subject matter who can actually teach it. i love going to class if you can entertain me. that's all i ask. i considered going back to rutgers to take the remainder of my prerequisites, but it's about a third of the price at community college and all the schools i'm applying too suggest that you just save your money and take them at community. the one exception is u penn. they have an amazing nursing program, but i don't even think i'm going to apply there. i don't think i'm competitive enough, because although i have a 4.0 in prerequs i took them at comm. coll and it seems like a lot of there applicants have a BS and possibly MS and studied shit like genetics and human nuerobiology. yeah, there are some BA candidates, but i think i'd rather get into a program finish my BSN in a year in an accelerated program and if i can do a straight transition into the MSN program. or i can always apply to MSN programs, and possibly the U Penn program after I have a little bit more to add to my accomplishments.
so i'm doing volunteer work with type 2 diabetics and hypertensive patients at a community center in elizabeth. i absolutely love it, and it makes me feel so at peace with the decisions i've made in regards to my education. the free time i have from school--since i'm hardly doing anything in my classes-- is spent researching everything about my clients meds, their nutritional needs, and manipulating some of their recipes into something healthier, yet still appealing. so many of their doctors expect them to completely change their food choices without taking into consideration that there are ethnic, cultural, economical, religious, etc. factors that influence their food choices. my title is nutritionist and health counselor and everyone knows i'm not a registered dietician or nurse, but after talking to them and spending the day there and just jumping in and assisting and advising people they gave me the position. it worked out really well, and although i feel a little on edge that a nun runs some of the programs i'm dealing with it. two years of catholic school prepared me for their antics...actualy not all of them are that bad.
one professor who is going to write me a letter of recommendation is pissing me off. he thinks i'm wasting my time persuing a MSN and certification as a diabetes educator and thinks i should apply to med school. while this is flattering it also bothers me that people fail to see the scope of upper level nursing. i want to have an adequate amount of time with my patients and play a significant role in their lives and nursing fosters that relationship more than MD or even DO. or at least that's my perception. i'm going to be doing a bit of hospital volunteer work this semester and if i find that i'm wrong i can always change my mind. i've already taken a few of the courses i need for the MCATs, but i really think nursing is what i want to do. i have to resist the pressure from this professor and my father's family and really focus on what i want. i don't need to go through another experience like the whole LSAT thing. maybe i can just become a professional standardized test taker...LSAT, MCAT, GRE, SAT, blah blah blah.
ok this was a fucking long ass update. i hope i didn't bore anyone and i hope you're commaphobic and love run-ons. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2006|04:21 pm] |
today i'm ecstatic. of course if my moodswings are consistant i'll be devestated about some detail of my life tomorrow. but for now i may as well bask in today's happenings. i get to coordinate my own program geared toward lower income diabetics and hypertensive patients that recieve medications from a clinic/soup kitchen/community outreach program in elizabeth. i'm going to organize group events such as cooking and educational programs along with individual counseling. the woman i spoke to was really enthusiastic about my involvement and we really hit it off. next friday i get to check the place out and can then better plan my program. i won't start until after labor day so i have a bit of time to prepare and do research on what exactly people have available to them with programs such as WIC.
i've got a lot of other stuff going on as well...or about to go on, but i just realized that i gotta run. i'll update more later. |
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[Aug. 16th, 2006|10:56 pm] |
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Fuck! Help me, please. I just copied an email I wrote on IE and then accidentally copied something else and think i lost the email. Is there anything I can do to retrieve previously copied materials? Unfortunately I don't have clipboard or anything like that. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2006|12:51 pm] |
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| | au port, camille | ] |
my tongue is numb which means my blood sugar is low, so i'm eating these disgusting glucose tabs (think the flavour of tums). i used to have more symptoms of hypoglycemia: shaky, hot, and confused (i still get that one). the decrease in symptoms means i don't realize i'm hypoglycemic until my blood sugar is in the 40s sometimes 50s. luckily today i caught myself in the 50s. i went to bed at 63. i only know this because i usually take my bloodsugar before i go to sleep. so, i had some glucose tabs and then woke up at 53. at lunch i was again 53. i can't decipher between langour that's symtomatic of hypoglycemia and that which is just my natural disposition. i can't say i necessarily preferred being high all the time as i was in college. i felt shitty and constantly feared for the state of my long term health. now i can't figure out if i'm frazzled and confused because i'm stupid or because my bloodsugar is making me stupid. is it just going to get worse? i feel like an old lady.
anyway, i was in the midst of revamping my resume when i started feeling low. i have off for the next two weeks before classes begin again and substitute teaching and tutoring resume but i'm thinking i want a change. plus i can't really afford to have two weeks off. i've learned that i'm better off working or taking classes, because i have no self discipline. when i have time off i always think "oh i can get so much accomplished that i haven't had the time to". that just about never happens. i'm better off being someone's "a few dollars more than minimum wage chump". i'll definitely continue tutoring a few hours a week but i don't want to sub.
i'm in love with camille. she's this french singer that rocks. pure genius. check her out.
i'd like to write an lj entry that does not revolve around my every complaint about blood sugars, work, and school.
maybe next time. ok i'm off to finish this resume and marvel at the insignificance of my accomplishments. i hope this is just a passing phase. and i hope this pessimism is just a result of my low blood sugars. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2006|07:50 pm] |
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i'm really irratated by something i just read in one of my friends lj entries, but i totally shouldn't be. i'm taking it way out of context, and it shouldn't even matter to me at this point in my life. maybe i just need something to be upset about that doesn't involve all the other factors that have recently caused me angst and the resultant oxygen deprivation. |
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| so this is what i'm doing with my life |
[Feb. 17th, 2006|01:14 pm] |
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i have a bio lab exam and a bio lecture exam next week. have i done any studying today? no. do i have a ton of tissue slides to study? yes. will i fail? well, i probably shouldn't jinx myself, but i don't think i will. just because i study this stuff everyday. yes, i procrastinate, but i'm also fascinated with the stuff. i also have an unhealthy obsession with getting every answer right especially since i marred my 100% for quizes in lab by getting a 95% on the last one. it isn'tso much that i got one wrong. it's that the question was so easy and i just didn't bother to look over my stuff. carelessness is worse than not knowing.
anyway it's come to my attention that probably nobody knows what i'm in school for or what it is that i'd like to accomplish. now, i'm somewhat apprehensive about discussing the whole thing on lj, because i'm sure people think i'm a crack head with no direction. i mean i got my BA in English with a minor in Spanish and was going planning on getting my MFA in acting. that was mainly because the prospects of not being a student after having been one for 17 years was petrifying and i just wanted to get into some program and continue in the shelters of pedagogy. that being said, i do enjoy acting, but i don't think the MFA direction would have been optimal for me nor do i honestly feel like focusing on acting right now. but someday i may.
then came law school which was total bullshit, because it was all my father.
then i traveled. and traveled. and traveled. and loved it. and i'd like to just continue traveling, but my health insurance coverage under my parents is up and i'm paying riduculous amounts out of pocket for health insurance.
anyway in chile i actually taught a few english classes. i by no means want take up teaching english as a foreign language as a career. however, i did enjoy it and i think my students enjoyed having me as their teacher. i'm actually quite entertaining in the classroom. so currently i substitute teach. well it's more like i'm certified to substitute teach but i never work because my class schedule doesn't allow me to. i tutor quite a bit though: writing skills, esl, and beginner spanish, spelling...ok, i'm kidding about the spelling part. anyway, sometimes it scares me that i have a hand in one's education. i truly worry that i'll seriously fuck someone up along the way.
i'm not waitressing. i should though. i need the extra money. but it's hard to think about going back to that. i had major anxiety problems while working at TGI's.
anyway, you're probably wondering why i'm taking bio classes. well, i'm going to apply to accelerated 2nd degree BSN/MSN programs over the fall. first, i have to take a bunch of science prerequisites which i'm taking at community college. notice i'm not saying "i'm doing this because i want to be a nurse." i mean, yeah, i'll be one, but what has always made me uncomfortable is the thought that i should be in school to be someone or something. and that that's what you do when you're an adult. you have to have a straight forward answer to the "what are you?" or "what do you do?" question. in college and shortly after i had this anxiety that i thought would pass as soon as i just chose what i wanted to be. as soon as i chose it and was on the way to being it i'd have an answer to the question that everyone asks. i could say "i'm a lawyer" or "i'm a professional actress" (a poor one probably that can't afford diabetes supplies but at least i'd have an answer for the question.)
so i came to the decision to go to school for my BSN/MSN because basically having diabetes pisses me off. more often than not i don't like the way care is administered. and i think there are better ways that health professionals could relate to their patients. i'm not going to school to be a nurse. i'm going to school so i can have a way of working with diabetics and hopefully alleviate some of the stress, anger, guilt and frustration felt by diabetics. i'm not saying this is the hardest disease to put up with. some diabetics might even think i'm overdramatising what it's like to live with diabetes.
once i'm further into things i'd like to explore the prospects of teach a college nursing course. my specific dream is to teach a class that focuses on interactions between patient and health professional and how if this relationship has a level of trust, understanding, and guidance can assist in inspiring a patient to take better care of him or herself. or at least not go away feeling like shit. i don't expect everyone to throw away all their oreos after seeing me. fuck, i wouldn't throw away my oreos. but i do know that negative messages, such as "it's your fault. you're going to die," in my experience (seriously when i was younger i had a doctor say something like that to me) do a lot more harm than good and put patients in jeopardy. if you can't turn to your doctor or nurse practitioner and tell them your worries because you're scared they'll turn them all back on you and make you feel guilty for eating that cookie or drinking that glass of wine who can you ask that will actually know?
in the mean time i'd like to start a type one diabetics social kinda group for those over 18. i'm not exactly sure what it call it. not a support group, but i don't know if social is right either. anyway i think it would be hot. i'd call it shooters and pumpers. thats not a porno title. shooters pertains to the old school method of using syringens and pumpers to those on the pump. anyway, the objective would be to take a positive approach in coping with the frustrations of dealing with this disease in a safe space that fosters discussion of our struggles with others who truly understand without feeling judged or shamed. only problem is that there are probably like 2 people that would come since there probably aren't that many type oners around here.
anyway it took me a while to decide that nursing was the best outlet for what i'd like to accomplish. i was actually thinking health psychologist would better suit me, but while money is by far not everything to me, health insurance is. job placement and availability, salary, and benifits looked kinda grim whereas nursing was looking pretty fucking awesome in those catagories. plus, i can do some work abroad if i ever have the urge, and i most definitely will. one more thing, if one more person tells me "if you're going to be a nurse why not just be a doctor?" i'll kill them.
so there. now you know what i'm up to. also, as you already know everything with me is subject to change. |
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| since everybody is talking about it.... |
[Feb. 16th, 2006|11:27 pm] |
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| | stand up, sit down, radiohead | ] |
so will i. i just came from brokeback mountain with my long lost friend amy. i hadn't seen her in years and then the forces of fate in trader joes brought us together again. anyway brokeback... as my grandmother would say "it'll do" meaning it wasn't particularily notable and she could've done without it, but she didn't necessarily suffer through it. i will say that i however did somewhat suffer through it. i tend to suffer through movies that take place in the midwest or south. those areas of the US make me extremely unconfortable. i just wanted them to get the fuck out of the middle of the country. everything about it seems so tediously boring. plus i hate country music. and yes i'm a north eastern pretentous snob. i even get queezy thinking about south jersey. i will note that i am from CENTRAL JERSEY. i've had a few heated arguments with anna and slavica over this. they are under the impression that central jersey doesn't exist. there's north and south and i'm on the south side. i know this may sound like a joke, but i'm serious. and i'm sure there are midwesterners and southerners and south jersey peeps on my friends list and i apologize to them. it's probably too late for that though.
anyway driving home from the movies i was thinking of the ones i've seen this month. that's what i do when i'm driving and trying to stay awake.
nanny mcphee (sp?) ...totally disturbing. i generally love emma thompson, but she should be ashamed of herself. she should have kept the wart.
match point. ummm i just remember that scarlett johanson (sp?) was hot, and i'm also conviced that if she had played nanny mcphee she would have insisted on keeping the warts and the other facial accoutrements.
tristam shandy. hahaha!
capote. quite good. and if i ever have a kid i think i'll name it harper. i dunno why but i like the name.
king kong. i went to this movie to humour my father. it was a painful experience. no one, not even naomi watts, can possibly manage to have "perfectly messy hair" after being jossled about by a gorilla.
transamerica. i'm too tired to go into what i thought about this movie but i give it 4 out of 5. actually at this point i give it 5 out of 5 but i'm having a hard time thinking clearly.
anyway that's it. i know there's more, but i'm tired and disoriented...and i'm beginning to understand where all my money has gone this month and would rather not focus on that. ignore the typos and whatnot. not that i usually care about them anyway. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2006|09:59 am] |
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STUDY! i barely even post in lj anymore, but of course my friends page is always there when i need to procrastinate. i even checked my myspace which really means i don't feel like studying. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2006|12:07 am] |
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can my pride be of such importance that i truly want to die right now? yes. although i'm sure i'll change my mind shortly.
i just wrote what i thought was a witty and coherent (achieving coherency is a bit of a feat for me, because i ramble and go off into 10 or so topics that had something to do with the first, but i never finish explaining the first until the last sentence of whatever it is i'm writing. for that reason i appreciate brackets & dashes and have a fondness for run-ons) email to someone. now i'd like this someone to think i'm about 25% more witty and coherent than i actually am. so of course it backfires through some freak malfunction of my fucking computer and the person gets my unfinished email. so this wonderfully incomplete email abruptly ends with 3 consecutive sentences stating basically the same thing but at varying degrees of laugh factor and wit. the first sentence for example would warrant a "heh," 2nd a "haha," and the third, which was just right, a "haha! god, she's so fucking witty and hilarious." but of course, i didn't get the chance to erase the "heh" and "haha" sentences, so now it's just "she's so pathetic. i can't believe she goes to such lengths to write a simple email."
i should just go to sleep to get my mind of this horrible incident and forget about the fact that i'm starving due to the basal rate fast i'm doing (diabetes stuff).
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| Taken from Jen |
[Dec. 29th, 2005|06:15 pm] |
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| | mecano, hijo de la luna | ] |
1. Take five (random!) books off your bookshelf.
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph
Who that cares so much to know the history of man, and how the mysterious mixture behaves under the varying experiments of Time, has not dwelt, at least briefly, on the life of Saint Theresa, has not smiled with some gentleness at the thought of the little girl walking forth one morning hand-in-hand with her smaller brother, to go and seek martyrdom in the country of the Moors? Vio muchas noches junto al fuego deseando la compania de una mujer a la cual pudiera besar, una mujer a la que pudiera abrazar, una mujer...como ella. Venus had locked the door, but there were the windows. Y en uno de esos trozos transparentes del muro de piedra yo habia visto a esta muchacha y habia creido ingenuamente que venia por otro tunel paralelo a mio, cuando en realidad pertenecia al acho mundo, al mundo sin limites de los que no viven en tuneles.* Though tested to the utmost both in heaven and on earth, the Pandavas transcended the frailties of their humanity and rose to the heights of their divinity due to His grace alone, thus providing a unique lesson, inspiring the generations to follow in times to come.
*my accents marks/tildes aren't working on this computer right now. |
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[Dec. 24th, 2005|05:32 pm] |
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| | miranda, otra vez | ] |
i'm at gustavo's house right now, because we're going to have a christmas eve dinner. but for now he's playing video games with his brother. i've never understood alure of video games with exception to nintendo's little mermaid (it's the only game i've ever won) and tetris. i guess i never got into them because my parent's waited so long to get us a nintendo so we just never got obsessed with that stuff. thank god. no offense to the gamers out there.
so i'm probably years behind, but i just discovered the suicide girls. i was online yesterday googling "paperdolls" (don't ask) which took me to this clothing website that had some photo projects, some of which were really impressive. and then there was mention of "the suicide girls", and i had heard of them before but didn't really know what it was. so i googled them. then i watched this video with this chick talking about how innovative and accepting the group is and all this stuff about them being feminist driven. and she says something to the effect of "there are all kinds of girls here, and that's what's so great about it. you can just be accepted for who you are. there are nerds, punks, skater girls, skinny girls, bigger girls" when she got to the bigger girl thing i thought"are you fucking kidding me!?" there was no type of big girl on that thing. maybe 2 curvy ones, but that's as close as they got. what a joke. and then theres a quote on the site talking about how the pics of the girls are so great and they have imperfections but they're beautiful with them. i wanna know what kinda imperfections they're talking about, because everyone looked like the models you see in any fashion mag. they just had tats and piercings. so as for being an all inclusive group, i think that's bullshit. but you probably knew that already. talk about shamelessly using "feminism" and "acceptance" as a marketing ploy.
i gotta go. gus is done playing his video game. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 23rd, 2005|04:15 pm] |
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| | Punk Rock Xmas, Ramones...thanks to twilightbadgirl :o) | ] |
It's amazing how being broke can cause a burst of creativity. I'm totally crafting out right now. Unfortunately I'm at that point where things start getting a little disorganized and my floor starts throwing up arts and crafts supplies...paints, exacto knives, waxed paper, paper, beads, yarn...but, of course, I can't find the friggin pencil that I just had in my hand. Well, I suppose I'll just have to get up and make my way through this obstacle course to rummage through my stuff and find another. |
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[Dec. 20th, 2005|11:33 am] |
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I'm crying over blood glucose test strips right now. My insurance company is telling me that I can't get a refill on test strips till January 10th. I have none left. So now I'm going to charge $62 that I don't have on fucking test strips. I just love that I'm always doing something wrong. Apparently I'm testing too much now, but the only reason I do it is so I can maintain a decent A1c level. When I was younger I would get reprimanded for never testing and could have cared less about my A1c. So now what the fuck do I do? |
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[Nov. 29th, 2005|10:37 pm] |
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| | i'm sorry, madonna | ] |
does anyone know how to make a website? i need to make one using flash. i should restate that. i don't need to. it's not obligatory, but i'd like to as it really would be benificial for this project i'm working on.
anyway flash aside, i know i've been gone for a while. after having been absent from lj for so long it's hard to know where to start. i went to a really good Bitch concert in williamsburg a week or two ago with anna. i suppose that's interesting. i'm back from chile. that's something as well, but it doesn't seem to make much of a difference when it comes to my friends list. the majority of those on my friends don't live closeby anymore or never did.
this update is quite pointless with the acception of soliciting some help and letting people know that i haven't completely abandoned lj.
oh news that may excite some...or maybe not. anna, who worked on the JCM movie, is now my heroe. she's got all the hookups. while working on the movie she helped Bitch out with her wardrobe and after the concert she and anna talked for a second and she remembered anna's name. also she went to a screening of the unedited movie at MW's apartment in the city. so exciting stuff is happening to her, but not so much to me, not since i returned. my time in chile was quite eventful. i should have updated then. maybe things around here will start to get ljworthy. if not i'll have to intentionally start some scandal or another just so i have something to write about. |
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[Jul. 16th, 2005|07:10 pm] |
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i really want to change the layout of my lj, but i don´t even know where to begin. i don´t even know how to make username links in my updates. anybody wanna help me? |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 9th, 2005|03:54 pm] |
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| |  tired | ] |
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| | air, highschool lover | ] |
estoy en un internet cafe, pero tengo que irme pronto porque no puedo respirar. tres días atras yo vi piñero el mercado central, un candidato presidencial. apoyo cualquiera persona que quiere pasar una ley contra fumando en lugares públicos...pero lementable no pieso que nadie tiene una ley contra el fumar en su agenda. *tos, tos* |
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