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wMonday, April 29, 2002 | |
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more shit with my sister. woke up this morning at 9am (well earlier, 9am is when i got out of bed), showered, got ready to take her back to school. i go downstairs and she's decided she needs to watch all this stuff that's saved in the tivo... i could have gone to volunteer for a campaign at 11am, i signed up as a volunteer, and i got called about it for today, and i had to say no because she needed a ride. i tried to get her to let me take her back at 2:00 (her first class is at 5, and it's an hour away, so that'd get her there 2 hours early), but she got really upset. i asked if she wanted to go back early so she could bother all of her friends who have to go to class, she said yes. (i seriously doubt these kids go to class though) ok, so by 9:45 i could take it, said "let's go" in my whiney voice... i knew my car didn't have any gas, and the radio is still not working, so i asked my sister to drive her car. plus, she's not used to driving the freeway for any long period of time. but then when we went outside she remembered my dad had her car. ok, we'll take mine. then she said if the radio didn't work she'd bring cd's, i said it was the whole player, she whined a little, then i said we could get it fixed (the dealer has to reset the thing since the battery died on the car), but she said no, she has to go to school right now. as we were pulling out of our neighborhood i figured i call my mom and see if maybe she had my dad's car (the trade when my dad has to go to court or pick up a client or something), but as i'm picking up my cell phone she starts yelling at me, "don't call her, why are you doing that, god jenny, just DRIVE!" i said "don't yell at me." then like 2 blocks later she complained about my driving. 2 more blocks and she snapped at me about something. then she asked about the radio and i said it wasn't my fault, when the battery goes there's a code you punch in, and if you do it wrong 4 times, the stereo locks up. my dad got in the car to drive it 3 blocks to the service station and punch so many buttons on the radio it locked up. is it my fault he didn't take 2 minutes to read the book? i think not. she said something about i shouldn't be upset about not having the radio, and i said it was just like her and her ring, and she snapped "no, that's to-tally different". to which i said "why, because it's you?" so she starts yelling and saying it's all my fault because i could have taken it to the dealer and all i do is sit around the house all day. then i told her that i could have worked today, but i didn't because i was taking her back. then i said i didn't want to take her back because she'd just yelled at me 3 times, so when i got to the next signal, i turned around and went home. we hadn't even gone a mile. on the way back she was yelling at me saying that i was just upset about the radio, and if i wanted we could go buy a boom box. i said no. the she got real indignant and said that i couldn't work anyway, so i might as well take her. i said no thanks, i'd rather sit at home and do nothing. so she says she hopes i realize i'm just doing this because of what she said about the radio, and i said "yep, that's right". thens he started yelling at me about how i just admitted that was true, i just old her "no, i just don't care what you think the reason is." i told her she had been yelling at me since we got in the car, and she needed to be nicer to the people who do things for her. i told her she was selfish. she said she wasn't selfish. i asked her to name one thing she'd ever done for me, she said she couldn't think of one. i told her that's because she's selfish, so she said "i'm only selfish with you." i told her that one of the people she's not selfish with can take her back then. i suggested she get my mom to take her to the train station, but apparently the last train leaves at like 9:45, although at this point, it wasn't really my problem... i pointed out that it was 10:00 and she has 7 hours before her class started, she'd find a way. she said "ok, i'm sorry!" said, snapped, yelled, whatever... i said "no you're not." she said "i said i'm sorry, just take me!" when we got home, she called my mom at work and told her she said something about the radio and i turned around and brought her home. that's it, one sentence. my mom asked to speak to me, and as soon as i pick up the phone, she starts telling me how wrong i am, she didn't even ask me what happened, she just accept the other version as the truth. so then i told her all the times she yelled at me, to which my mom said "this isn't the time to start dredging everything up." i told her i wasn't, all that happened before we'd gone 2 miles. then she pointed out that she was paying me (minimum wage, for 2 hours, that's like $13) i said it wasn't worth the money to be treated like that. "treated like what?" so i told her again what happened, and i actually started crying (i never cry). she told me to just cry it out, then take her. i said no way. she asked to speak to her, she told her if she apologized i'd take her. i've been trying to get my mom to make my sister say she's sorry for anything, something she's done to me for almost 20 years, and she never has once. she couldn't even get her to see why she should apologize for the way she acted all day yesterday. she just yelled "she won't accept my apology!" and hung up on her. my mom called back a minute later to ask if i was done crying. then she offered to let me drive her car because it had a radio, but it still wasn't worth it. by then my sister was on the internet, so i didn't really care how she got back. after 20 minutes i thought if she called back i'd say i'd do it for $100, and i want the check before i go. i waited more 10 minutes, when i called she said she was going to take her to the train station, she just couldn't find her a ride from the station in riverside. i said offer me more money, i'll think about it. she offer $10 an hour. yeah right, $20? atm's give out 20's like candy lady! i said try $25 an hour, she said no way. i called back 5 minutes after that and settled for $35 even and i get to take her car. then i had to give my mom my car, i totally should have gotten the extra $15 for that. i can't believe i left her alone with my car. i know she's gone through the interior, i just hope she doesn't openned the trunk, it's overflowing with all the junk i didn't want her to see back when i moved out of my apartment in january... so anyway, we get in the car, and i turn on the traffic report on the radio, and my sister seems surprised that i wasn't throwing my fit because i just wanted to listen to music... no, i kinda thought there were some important things i needed to know, for example, the really bad car fire 20 minutes out if downtown... i even made a 20 minute detour to by the kid ice cream at like 11am, yum, lunch. then, i went up to her room and filled out her summer school application. while she was sitting next to me playing with her ring, i heard a "clink" sound. all i said was "if you keep playing with it, you'll lose it again." there was 2 accidents on the way home, neither of which made the traffic report. it took me 2 hours to get home, so almost 4 hours round trip. think i should ask for more than $35? posted by Jenny on 4/29/2002 03:10:00 PM |
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my mom found the ring on my sister's dresser. we were downstairs watching this movie i ran out to rent for her 5 days ago because she needed it for class. i turned to her and asked if she was going to apologize and she said no. then a few minutes later my mother called downstairs "you can apologize to the whole family now for the way you've been acting." anyway... i've been trying to get her to watch this movie because i had to take it back by midnight. i finally told her a few hours ago that that meant i didn't want to be rushing out at 11:55. at least she drove me to the store, i just had to get out of the car. (but get this, she kept insisting she didn't have to write a paper on the movie, but then 40 minutes before it's due she suddenly wants to watch the dvd extras for insight for a paper...) ok, we get home and she says she needs to use the phone. fine, whatever, i'm going to use my parents computer to write logitech and find out why the fuck their mouses freeze twice per day. (and now seemed like a good time since it won't unfreeze at all anymore...) so i guess the phone cut out on her 30 seconds in to her call, because i hear angry grunting... i went in there, and she said the phone wouldn't hang up... i unplugged the portable and the regular phone seemed to work... then it cut out on her again, so i suggested she use her cell phone. she said the battery was dead (ok, her fault for leaving her charger at school, again). so i told her to use my mom's cell phone, it's in the car. she started screaming about how it's cold and she's not going out there to talk in the garage. bring it inside. "no, i'm not doing that because it's a bad connection and it costs money, YOU don't have to use aol, i need to make a call!" ok, all she was doing was calling a friend at school to ask if this friend thought she should got o a concert or magic mountain next weekend. and she's going to see this friend tomorrow at school and probably stay up until 3am talking to her or whatever they do... and she is for-ev-er going online and using the house phone at the same time, doing things like passing messages back and forth between a friend she's im-ing and a friend she's talking to when she's going to be seeing both of them in a few hours too. but what i actually said was, "the cell phone is free, but if you use the phone, it's a pay call." guess who's stomping out to the car to get the cell phone. by the way, anyone else see a pattern of irrational selfishness? i'm trying to remember when the irrational teenage stuff subsided... maybe half way between 20 and 21? posted by Jenny on 4/28/2002 11:49:00 PM |
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ok, just because i have this obsessive need to be right, i went back to ye olde diaryland thingy and pulled this up (the update was the next day, fyi) 2001-08-16 - 11:34 p.m. so i'm sitting around last night thinking about how i haven't written here in a while... and right now i'm downstairs in my parent's computer room using my sister's new computer which she's had for a few hours... her room is above me... she's really pissed off and like jumping up and down so hard it feels like the roof is going to collapse, and then she went in the bathroom and started banging things against the counter and then she started slamming doors i'm so not about to go up there cause she'll totally attack me ok, so finally my mom comes out of her room and starts yelling at her to stop, the finally she says "what are you doing in your sister's room" she thought i was in her room making all that noise and my sister does this door slamming, counter banging crap all the time, i've never done that, well, i've slammed doors, but not in at least 5 years so then my mom starts asking where i am and my sister says downstairs, and then after a few more stupid questions my mom finally catches on that i'm not the one making all that noise and she starts acting all nice to my sister like first of all she assumes i'm the crazy one, and second i get yelled at and she gets love and understanding, whatsupwiththat? just a little update: she tore the toilet from its setting, and the other toilet in my parent's room has been broken for years, i'm going crazy because these people just don't get that when there are 4 people and 1 bathroom you have to be considerate and not take all day... posted by Jenny on 4/28/2002 09:52:00 PM |
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today i was getting out of my car and i heard a "clink" sound... so i looked down, nothing. checked my pockets, no quarter. i look down, don't see a quarter. "what's TAKING you so long?!" jump to attention, it's my sister, and she's in a mood. then as we're walking through the massive lot there's another "clink" and we both look down like we dropped change, but then kept going. so like an hour later we're standing in line to see this panel discussion or whatever, and sort of discussion lunch. by now my dad has given me $20, so i ask if she wants anything, and i don't get an answer, but whatever, cause i'm not in a hurry or anything, and then all of a sudden: "oh my god where's my ring!" i dunno, she has a lot of rings, they're always all over the counter in the bathroom or just lying on the grey shag rug by the shower or something. my mom starts asking her all these questions like "which one, is it too big, did it just fall off, are you sure you wore it today?" of course she refuses to answer these, but then just snaps "see the indent on my finger, it's too tight, i play with it all the time!" i'm like totally lost (afterall, it's not the first ring she's lost), so i ask "which ring?" finally after asked 3 time i get snapped at and find out which one. then i ask if she though maybe the clink in the parking lot was her ring "what clink, there was no clink, why didn't you tell me about a clink!" so my mom tells her don't worry, when the woman who made it went out of business she bought another one to give as a gift and still has it. then my sister gets all like "but it's not the one i've had since 7th grade." end of discussion, no one can talk to her for the rest of the day, she'll just yell at you. (and i did spend the day around her, so i know) as i was going to get food i asked if she wanted anything and she said "i'm not hungry anymore!" well, said, shouted, whatever. i bought her peanut m&m's anyway, she just snatched them from my hand and put them in her bag. she was quiet for like a half hour, then my aunt tried to ask her a question, and my mom and i were like "don't talk to her!" so then when we were leaving a little over an hour later, she's walking through the parking lot looking down, and she goes "this is where the clink happened i remember because i didn't want to pick up the change if i dropped it" wtf! she totally yelled at me like it was my fault that her ring fell off and i heard it clink and she didn't... and that's really my ongoing problem with her, she bites our heads off all the time like things are our faults when really it's things that are out of anyone's control, or maybe even her friends putting her in situations she doesn't help herself to get out of. whatever, she's 19, the friends thing she'll either figure out or be used and unappreciated for the rest of her life. but the misplaced anger thing, someone has to do something about that. and it's always been a problem. i can name 20 times going back to 1st grade she came home from a bad day of school, ran in the house and hit me repeatedly. my mother used to say so what, i'm bigger, but guess what, 13 years later it still goes on unchecked. a few weeks ago she got in a fight with my parents because she wanted to go out with a friend and my parents wanted her to study. so my mom wasn't going to let her go out at all, and since she had no car and was stuck here for the weekend, she really couldn't go out. but my parents were going out to dinner and wanted us to go, so i said i thought she should be allowed to go out with her friend as long as she was home by 8, which was like almost 2 hours away. (let's disregard that she frequently says she's going out to dinner at 5 with this and doesn't get back before midnight, and on the occasions she's been given a curfew always missed it...) well, by the time they got this all sorted out it was down to like a little over and hour and a half, and her friend wouldn't meet my parent's conditions saying that they were going to sushi, and you needed more than an hour to talk, and including travel time and whatnot there was no way. she wanted my parents to drive her, which they were like, no way, that's not the direction we're going in. but my sister was only here because it was the one saturday a month the dentist sees patients, and it was in the middle of finals (and she did barely squeek out a d in one class she never went to). well, ok, we saw a musical too, but, i dunno, the point is, my parents "sponsored" the trip home. ok, well my long winded point was, when my parents left, she went in to my room and signed on to aol, and started im-ing people, and when i went back in to my room she started yelling at me saying "what are you doing here!" and i finally said "you do realize this isn't my fault", and she goes "what-ever!" this of course not being one of the times she outright SAID something was my fault. now back to tonight... i'm sitting here im-ing with someone, and i hear yelling upstairs "but it's tarnished! fix it!" so i ask "did you find the ring somewhere?" and i get yelled at "no! she has another one but it's tarnished!" then she comes downstairs and starts yelling and whining about how she wants her ring and i finally just said "then you should have been more careful with it." and she exploded. my mother said "stop" ooh, big words, wonder if she'll listen... but that really is it... if the ring's so important, don't wear it, put it somewhere safe. if the reason you have the ring is to wear it, then don't play with it when it's on. and if you lose it, it's just a ring, get over it. ok, so as i'm typing this i hear things being thrown around and slammed really hard in the other room, and crying. i don't have much sympathy for the crying at this point. then, after like 20 minutes of this, her phone rang, and she was all sweetness and light to her friends, telling them how great friday night was and how much she misses them (oh great, i'm stuck in a car with her tomorrow for an hour...) i'm going to go out there and ask if she's taping 6 feet under and see if i get yelled at now that she's off the phone... wow, i got a nod... usually she'd explode again, do we see possible growth? i doubt it... posted by Jenny on 4/28/2002 09:42:00 PM |
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what i'm listening to: "you miss the point completely i get the point exactly" one awkward conversation can ruin my whole day in the company of strangers with some vulgar shit to say. cocktail hour social like an obsolete machine spitting anecdotes and boring jokes from someone else’s spleen. and i always seem to miss the point completely (and here i am again). culture baron trainwreck and it’s hard to look away but i’m yawning like a kid in a carpet store. refusing to be interesting is a funny way to go but i guess you know your business--you’re the one who makes the windstorm blow. and i always say i miss the point completely (and here i am again, here i am again). and i always wish you’d behave more discreetly; it’s kind of puzzling, but you’re falling into place (it’s what you do best). you’re a popular opinion, you’re an easy thing to foster, you’re an ostentatious tourist, you’re a predictable posture, you are a record left on the dashboard, you’re a nasty little hang. you miss the point completely i get the point exactly you miss the point completely i get the point exactly you miss the point completely i get the point exactly no you miss the point completely no i get the point exactly no you miss the point completely no you miss the point-a! (interlude français) it sort of made me laugh when it came up on my playlist, cause i had muted it when i called the pb (think i should just call him "pb"?) well anyway, that convo lasted all of 3 minutes. we don't do too well on the phone. that's probably my fault, i always call at weird times and with no real reason... and i think i tend to interrupt him. he really should just tell me to shut up sometimes, i talk too much. oh well, i'm not about to dwell on that. so when this song started i laughed cause: "one awkward conversation can ruin my whole day." haha, just had said awkward conversation and woudn't it be silly if it ruined my whole day (or the 3 hours left before i go to bed). btw, it's by harvey danger (you know, "i've been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding.") Harvey Danger posted by Jenny on 4/24/2002 10:13:00 PM |
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i told my mom today that i didn't really like my therapist and i wanted to find a new one. she asked why, i told her she doesn't listen to me, and i told her about the grandma thing (cause my mom doesn't like my grandma, so i figured that'd convince her). no go then i tried to hugging thing, which she said "so don't hug her if you don't want to." but then i told her how she blocks the door to her office. this got her attention. but, she wanted to know everything she's said to me and exactly what i've told her that she hasn't listened to. yeah right, so not telling you that. she didn't seem to think i'd find another therapist so cheap (typical), so i said maybe i could take a few weeks off and save some money. we'll see what she "decides" for me :-/ posted by Jenny on 4/24/2002 06:48:00 PM |
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Him [8:36 PM]: well, i think you may idealize other grandmothers a bit. but yours does seem to get pretty manipulative and expect you to fill up a lot more of her life than you should really be expected to fill up Me [8:40 PM]: i asked my sister if she thought i was like her, she said "i dunno" Him [8:42 PM]: i don't think you seem veyr much like her, from what i've heard. you have unfortunate qualities, but i'm not sure they're the same ones. ; ) Him [8:45 PM]: still there? Me [8:45 PM]: yeah Him [8:46 PM]: eveyrthing all right? hope i wasn't insulting...we both have qualities we wish we didn't. Me [8:46 PM]: nope, i was reading something Him [8:46 PM]: ah, okay. Me [8:46 PM]: i told my therapist today that i wondered if people were afraid to tell me bad things about myself because of the way they thought i'd react Him [8:47 PM]: that might be...i do get the impression you often don't react that well, although to me you do react pretty well. Me [8:47 PM]: i said i'd probably say "no i'm not", or "yeah but...", but i'd still think about what they said and probably realize it was true Him [8:47 PM]: if it was, anyway. Me [8:47 PM]: well... depending on who said it, i'd think about what made them think i was that way Him [8:48 PM]: that's only logical. Me [8:48 PM]: do you think i nag you about things? Him [8:49 PM]: sometimes. you stop when i ask you to, though. Him [8:49 PM]: i think i probably need it a lot of the time, too. Him [8:49 PM]: i really don't get this stupid hugging thing. Me [8:50 PM]: thank you, someone who agrees with me Me [8:50 PM]: i was just thinking all the times i've said things like "go out, lose weight so you'll want to go out" stuff like that is basically nagging Him [8:50 PM]: i just don't know what you're going to get out of it. i can't believe your lack of interest in hugging everybody is enough of a problem that it has to be dealt with before other issues can be addressed. Him [8:51 PM]: well, i think it's usually constructive criticism, and i need a little bit of it now and then. i think it's probably tougher for you than for me--you never know how i'll react, or qutie when i'll get tired of it. but when you know i am tired of it, you usually back off. Me [8:51 PM]: oh, hugging the therapist, i thought you meant like im hugs, those i don't get the point ;) Him [8:52 PM]: oh...i do that sometimes. it's awfully corny, though! Me [8:53 PM]: yeah, i was wondering if you thought i get on your c ase about things because i want you to change for me or something... because then it would be nagging... i just kinda think you need your butt kicked or you'll sit around and be a lump ;) Me [8:53 PM]: oh, maybe i've given 3-4 im hugs, you do it nightly ;) this gives me reason to be all high and mighty, somehow... Him [8:54 PM]: somehow. ; ) Me [8:54 PM]: anyway, i've moved on from obsessing about this... now i'm on to my old lady hands Him [8:55 PM]: your old lady hands? Me [8:56 PM]: yep... i took a picture of my hands holding my camera in a mirror and it turns out i have old lady hands... Him [8:57 PM]: in what way are they old lady hands? Me [8:58 PM]: i'll send you the pic... Him [9:03 PM]: 'tain't here yet! Me [9:03 PM]: alright, i cropped the fucking thing so it wasn't so big Me [9:03 PM]: i dunno, one hand just looks all wrinkly... Me [9:04 PM]: i guess they're not so old lady-ish on the backs, just the palms Him [9:05 PM]: i don't see what's so bad. Me [9:05 PM]: prolly cause you have old man hands ;) Me [9:05 PM]: the scan doesn't look as wrinkly as the photo Him [9:06 PM]: maybe you're still growing into your hands. Me [9:06 PM]: proximo-distal development, they should have stopped growing first ;) Him [9:07 PM]: what in the world is proximo-distal development? Me [9:08 PM]: proximo-distal, cephalo-caudal look it up ;) Him [9:09 PM]: near to far...i guess i could have figured that out. and head to tail? Me [9:09 PM]: yeah Him [9:09 PM]: ah, i'm so clever. Me [9:09 PM]: might be proximal distal, now that i think about it... Me [9:10 PM]: seeing as how i heard it in lecture and didn't read it in the text, that i recall anyways Him [9:10 PM]: what class was that in? Me [9:10 PM]: pysch see how much crap he puts up with from me? btw, i think i was doing ok on the neurotic scale, but this hand thing has to make me at least a 4 ---x------ > neurotic (4 out of 10) and i showed the actual picture to my mom, and she agreed, they're wrinkly... posted by Jenny on 4/24/2002 02:02:00 AM |
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i finally took my camera back to the repair place today. i think it's been over a month, but i lost the receipt, so i'm not sure. anyway, it turns out the mete works fine, the camera just has to be half cocked like it's an on/off switch... duh. well, that's good to know ;) i did feel like an idiot when they guy was telling me though. oh well, i pay him and not the other way around, right? 
this is a picture i took looking down in to a mirror, then i reversed it, just cause... don't my hands look like old lady hands? (at least the one on the left does) 
my single yellow iris. there was a purple one a few weeks ago, didn't have film back then though. next year i'm gonna plant lots of irises, cause they're fucking cool. 
a cake i made last week. well, half of it. after this i piled on lots of whipped cream and added another layer, nifty, eh? 
the ikea stoplight i got for my birthday lying on my mother's entry rug, shh, don't tell. (man this is underexposed) posted by Jenny on 4/23/2002 07:28:00 PM |
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yeah, my therapist really doesn't listen... she asked me why my grandmother irritates me so much, because she says everything i've said about her is a what a normal 85 year old does. uh no normal grandmothers love their grandchildren unconditionally. my grandma has me and my sister. she places conditions on me, and she completely ignores my sister, that is not normal. her whole world revolves around me. if i don't call her for 6 days she gets really upset and starts calling my father and asking why i never call her. not just this once, every week since i was 10. then she refuses to call me for another week because she's still waiting for me to call her. meanwhile i'm off having a life. then, after 2 weeks she calls me to tell me how much i've upset her. then she tells me all about how she's in therapy and all she's talked about for 2 weeks is how poorly i treat her. since i refuse to be manipulated like this, i just shrug her off. then she calls my father and tells him she's very upset with me. this causes him to bite his lower lip and scowl at me. meanwhile she has lots of friends and goes out and does things practically every day. so why is it that her whole life's happiness depends on me acting like i want to talk to her and have lunch with her? i try to tell her i don't like it when she acts like this, or i don't like it when she asks me questions over and over. (you know, ask again til you get the answer you want) i tell her i don't want to talk about my therapy (or other things) and she ignores me and just keeps asking questions about it. then she turns everything around puts it back on me treating her poorly. sometimes she even says it's my mother turning me against her. i told my therapist she continually asks me when i'm going to graduate college so i can get married, and i keep telling her i don't want to talk about it. i told my therapist she's been trying to get me to go out on a date with my pedatrician's grandson since i was 18, and i keep asking her to stop trying to fix me up. i told my therapist that she tells 2nd and 3rd cousins that i'm eager to meet them, then forces me to spend friday and saturday nights with them even though they clearly have no interest in meeting me. i told my therapist that she tells me every year she won't give me a birthday gift unless call her and see her once a week. and what did my therapist say? that i don't like these things because i do them too. she said i'm pointing a finger and 3 are pointing back at me. ok. yes, i have bad qualities. yes, sometimes i criticize these qualities when i see them in others. but i DO NOT do any of the things that my grandma does to me. posted by Jenny on 4/23/2002 05:42:00 PM |
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ok, so i waited until after midnight to post this so it would be at the top of the page... isn't that somehow a sign of anal retentiveness? well, i guess you kind of have to be with html... 
chronicle books posted by Jenny on 4/23/2002 12:00:00 AM |
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wMonday, April 22, 2002 | |
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Me [9:49 PM]: ugh, i have to go see my therapist tomorrow... i think that means bathing and taking off my nomo shirt ;) Me [9:49 PM]: good think i remembered now though Him [9:50 PM]: you really aren't getting out much, eh? Me [9:50 PM]: nope Me [9:50 PM]: haven't gone past the mailbox since thursday Me [9:50 PM]: jealous? ;) Him [9:53 PM]: thursday? did you quit that job? Me [9:53 PM]: she hasn't called back Me [9:54 PM]: if i don't get paid by this weekend i'll bug her about it Him [9:55 PM]: not going past the mailbox since thursday is quite a while, yes...you haven't even had to go to a store? Me [9:58 PM]: i live with my parents Him [9:58 PM]: yeah, but still... Me [9:58 PM]: so i ask for stuff when they go Him [9:58 PM]: are you planning to talk to the therapist about anything in particular? Me [9:59 PM]: no Me [9:59 PM]: i don't really want to go, she like blocks her offrice dorr and makes me hug her, i hate that Him [10:01 PM]: every time? Me [10:01 PM]: like the last 3-4 times Him [10:01 PM]: that's weird. i wouldn't like that either. Me [10:02 PM]: i'm not terribly happy with her as my therapist, i'm gonna stop going soon, but i don't want another therapist cause i don't want to tell all the background stuff again Him [10:05 PM]: i can see how that would be pretty tiresome to do over again. you started with this therapist because your granmda picked her, i think, right? Me [10:07 PM]: nope, a friend of a family friend recommended her Him [10:07 PM]: you are just SO not the right person for a huggy therapist. Him [10:08 PM]: maybe she figures you need it thrust upon you, but if it's just one thing making you want to quit, i can't see how there's a benefit. Me [10:11 PM]: i don't think she listens anyways Him [10:11 PM]: how can she not listen? Me [10:12 PM]: i was telling her that i hadn't reallt been sleeping for a few days and she went "remember i asked you to make a list of childhood traumas" Me [10:13 PM]: and i had already told her i couldn't just remember them on cue because i'm over a lot of them Me [10:13 PM]: and i thought she should be listening to a sign that my anxiety is back Him [10:14 PM]: well, she clearly has her own course that she wants to take...that doesn't sound right to me either, but of course i don't really know much about the way it's all suposed to work. (idle chit chat i took out to spare you) Him [10:44 PM]: well, i think i'm about to go...good luck with the therapist...refuse to hug her and see what happens...maybe it'll be interesting yeah, that about sums it up for me... posted by Jenny on 4/22/2002 11:12:00 PM |
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Take the What High School Stereotype Are You? quiz, by Angel. posted by Jenny on 4/22/2002 10:00:00 AM |
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wSunday, April 21, 2002 | |
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well, i just set the date back on my computer to get this to work... (someone wanna tell the people that make cuteftp that their free trial is vulnerable to that?) 
Ideas for Activities with Elderly People: posted by Jenny on 4/21/2002 12:22:00 PM |
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"When an Aries child is born to a Leo parent, good natured friction is likely to arise. Both Signs are complex and dynamic with a healthy spirit of competition just to keep things interesting. The Aries child and the Leo parent push each other to accomplish more and better things, and there is a lot of action in this family relationship. Both Signs want to be the boss, and problems can begin when their egos get in the way. As relatives and as individuals, this pair has genuine admiration and respect for each other, but they need to learn to take turns commanding and giving orders. Simply selecting a box of cereal or a pizza topping can often lead to World War III. Both Signs can be impatient and proud. Despite their sometimes noisy differences, Aries often looks to Leo as a guide or counselor. Leo is the Lion, the leader, while Aries can be the lamb. As in the myth of the Lion and the Lamb, with a little work and a lot of patience their differences can be overcome, and life can be harmonious. The best aspect of the Aries-Leo family relationship is its powerful co-action and mutual admiration when they're dedicated to seeing things through and getting over life's rough spots. The Aries child's impulses are often rounded out and followed through with the Leo parent's helpful guidance. Their mutual energy and love for one another makes theirs a dynamic relationship." posted by Jenny on 4/21/2002 10:08:00 AM |
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wSaturday, April 20, 2002 | |
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if this picture was in black and white, it would look even dirtier (look closely, the girl's dress is green, his pants are black, shame on you for thinking otherwise!) 
so i got this book from the pb for my birthday, "the good citizen's handbook" it's pretty damn funny. it's basically old public service ads from the 50's yes, that picture up there is totally legit. i've scanned a few more, i think i'll postone every so often. i would also highly recommended heading on over to chronicle books, because their stuff is great... they published that "worst case scenario survival guide", i bought the postcards planning to send them like holiday cards, but i could bare to part with them. turns out they sell worst case scenario holiday cards, can't wait til next year. so it appears i've used up my free trial of cuteftp... i reinstalled it, but now my uploads aren't showing up... anyone wanna suggest a new ftp client? posted by Jenny on 4/20/2002 11:12:00 PM |
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wThursday, April 18, 2002 | |
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i had lunch with my grandma today. it started last night when i called her (4 times cause her damn line was busy). when i finally got through she asked me again about the thing in the valley. god she's annoyingly persistent. here's that story: the other day when she called she asked if we were invited to see a cousin's first grandchild in the valley in may. i said yes. she asked if we were going. i said i didn't know because the invitation had just arrived in the mail and i was the only one who had seen it. she reminded me that she can't go unless we give her a ride. i said ok. she told me to keep her posted so then like the 2nd thing she asks me last night is are we taking her to the thing. i said i didn't know. she told me to have my dad call her yeah right... i tell him to call, he doesn't call, she calls me again and asks why he didn't call. so i took to phone in to his room, stood between him and the tv and asked him loud enough for her to hear me asking. his response? "i don't know, we haven't discussed it" i relay the info... her respose? "well, i have to know, because i have to call and say i got the invite and pretend to gush over the picture, and they'll ask if i'm coming, so i can't call until you decide if you're taking me because i don't know anyone else on the westside, so you see why i have to know?" well no, i really don't see why it's so important... but i manage to get myself out of this phone call, and then i asked my dad if he could think about it or else she's just going to ask me 3 times the next day... and he says, "naw, i think i'll just let her sit and stew for awhile" grr, thanks dad. so then the next day i wake up and i thought i heard the phone ringing downstairs, but it ain't my phone, so i don't care... but i did finally pick it up like around 10:45, it was her. some bullshit about her doctor gave her the wrong medicine, and it was almost life or death, we had to go to kaiser and pick up a perscription, so i should pick her up early for lunch (although i already was picking her up "early", since i was planning on taking her home early)... i tell her fine, i'll be there in 15 minutes from the second she got in my car there was just an endless stream of questions and comments from this woman that slowly drove me crazy! for one thing she asked me if i'd heard anything from my sister lately. i said no. of course she doesn't believe me, so she asked if she'd called i said no. she asked if i'd called her i said no like i was annoyed. she acted hurt and wounded. whatever... she also brought up the thing about her eye again, and i tried to cut her off by saying she'd already told me, but she went in to how the doctor's going to test it one more time... all i can think is "oh good, i think you should drive yourself to the appointment, that sounds safe..." then she asked me what my parents are up to lately. i said i don't know. she said she doesn't believe that. i said "what? just because i live in their house doesn't mean i have to talk to them" so then i get this antiquated idea that she has that families sit down to a 2 hours dinner every night and discuss things... i'm not fuckng 8 years old anymore, i occupy space in their house but i can do what i want to without reporting to them, and vice versa. then she asks me about my doctor's appointment at 2:00. i never said i had a doctor's appointment, so i just said i had to be somewhere around then, but it wasn't firm (all the while thinking "cause i'm sure as hell dumping you at the old folks home before 2:00" then she said she thought i was seeing a pyschologist... you'd think someone with a master's in child pyschology would know that therapists aren't doctors... i said "pyschologists aren't doctors." she said "i thought you went to therapy on thursdays" i have no idea where she got that idea from, but i wasn't about to tell her i went in tuesday because she'd just ask me 20 million more questions and expect to be told what i tell the therapist and what the therapist told me back. so then she says she thinks i need to go once a week and have a set appoinment. i just told her sometimes it was a week, sometimes it was 10 days sort of non-chalantly without looking at her, cause, i mean, we were in the pharmacy line at kaiser... she turned her nose up at that. whatthefuck? don't you think my therapist knows better than she does how often i need to see her? she then proceeded to tell me that her gyneclogist retired and she had to see a new one yesterday. ok, so don't need to know about an 85 year old and her gyno... at this point i'm well entrenched in my "feigning indifference" mode, and i don't even care if it's upsetting her more than i alreay upset her by not calling for 9 days and get this... not only did she not take the medication we had to pick up... the pharmacist said it had to me refrigerated, and she let it defrost in the car instead of "wasting out time together" stopping to put it in the fridge. then for the rest of the day he kept asking me if i was angry, or unhappy, or why i was staring off in to space. because she keeps asking me fucking questions! i also got to hear all the stories about who's in the hospital, and the long list of friends who caused car accidents this month... oh, and of course she asked when i was going to get married and offered to set me up with some nice jewish boys, again (she offered again, i'll never take her up on this offer) there's this one she keeps saying wants to meet me... i know this trick... she keeps telling him i want to meet him, so he dislikes me as much as i dislike him, and we've never even met. then when i was dropping her off she says: let's be friends as she's openning the car door: so kill the attitude and as she's closing it: because you hurt me when you act like this god! motherfucking goddamn ::grumble grumble:: i went home and caught my mother on her lunch hour and demanded that we get priority ring so i never pick up the phone when grandma calls again. then i went to work in the sweatshop for 6 hours. posted by Jenny on 4/18/2002 09:25:00 PM |
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"[8:02 PM]: sorry about last night...it had been kind of a lousy day for various reasons! " ::thud:: think he's been reading this? posted by Jenny on 4/17/2002 08:31:00 PM |
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ok, so i ended kind of abruptly earlier when i looked at the windows clock and realized i had to go to "work" the roommate of a friend of a family member (complicated?) needs help putting together her jewlery for a big order she's shipping this week my fingers are raw from tying knots in leather cord for 5 hours. i could have stayed longer, i mean, she's paying me, but it's essentially sweatshop labor, and my fingers hurt, so i left... ok the pb... he's so fucking moody lately why? because his baseball team has been losing. well, i know that's not the only reason, it's just the excuse he uses... i mean, he's ok most of the time, but when they lose he just lets himself get so down it's impossible to have a conversation with him. although i also think that a little of that comes from the type of conversations we've been having lately... like whenever i flirt with him like he used to flirt with me, he shuts down. fine, whatever, you decide when it's ok to flirt... cause, i mean, it's obvious that before he was just fantasizing about stuff... and now that we're together (well, sort of) it's obvious that everything i say is meant to be reality oh, that's not obvious? thank god, i didn't think it was either... anyone got any advice here? like tomorrow do i just come right out and say it's bugging me? i don't think it's all that important, but how long do i keep it in the back of my mind before i totally snap? and whenever a discussion gets too complicated, he just signs off and goes to bed, and then i'm staring at a long im feeling like an asshole. we weren't fighting, but when he does that, it feels like we were... does he think every little disagreement is a fight? i don't. does he think i need him to agree with me on everything? i don't. (although, it would be nice if he would try to see where i'm coming from sometimes...) the next day he's always all happy and ready to talk to me about benign stuff again... fuck, i'm not over it, you left me to fester... grr, that little personality quirk is gonna take me awhile to get used to... posted by Jenny on 4/17/2002 07:39:00 PM |
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charting my path to "neurotic": -----x---- > neurotic (6 out of 10) ok, tell me if this is totally irrational, or if there's some small reason that makes it somewhat acceptable... when i first started getting all flirty with the pb (lt's say a year ago) he'd say things of a racy nature (geez, am i typing this?) and i'd balk at it "uh no, i'll never do that". and i'm not talking about anything all that risque either. for example, sharing a bed. i hate sharing. this is my personal space, don't invade it. but then the first time i went to see him, he said he didn't see a reason why i wouldn't sleep in his bed, and i didn't either, so i did. that first night was hell. ergnomics - where can you put your arm and not have it go numb. but what was surprising was he held me all night, and i liked it. odd, since i had been so adamant for so long that i couldn't share. but here's where i border on neurotic: i miss sleeping in a bed with him (not anyone, just him). but at the same time, i berate myself for such a pathetic 180. posted by Jenny on 4/17/2002 11:22:00 AM |
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wTuesday, April 16, 2002 | |
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saw my therapist today, blah blah blah my grandmother called to tell me she's upset with me because i don't call her which isn't true, i do call, i just don't leave a message, cause then she'll call back at a time i don't feel like talking she tells me that the doctor said she has no vision in her bad eye big surprise, she hasn't seen out of that eye in 13 years, maybe longer of course, if i bring it up again she'll deny she told me. my mother thinks maybe she meant peripheral vision or something. probably not, but she'll spin it that way she's had like 3 cornea transplants that i remember. why? they don't work... the eye is all shrivelled and gross, and whenever she says "look me in the eye" it makes my skin crawl. maybe these corneas should be going to someone who actually has a chance to see again. ya know, since there's like no blood flow going to her eye whatsoever she's been going on and on for 2 months about how the doctor was going to do this test today and she'd know for sure if she had a chance at seeing so she could get this procedure done. now today she tells me the doctor is giving her the test one more time in 2 weeks. lady! you are motherfucking blind! get it?!? when i first told my mother that she called, my mother was like "oh well, i don't think she should be driving, looks like we will be getting the camry" well of course she shouldn't be driving... but if my parents go over there tomorrow and force her to give up driving, and then take her car in a month, it will always seem to her like they took away her independence and all they wanted from her was the car. i don't understand why it can't just wait 2 weeks... don't get me wrong, i don't think old people should be driving when it's this bad, but, i don't want to be the one taking their cars away, cause grandma kick and screaming just isn't pretty posted by Jenny on 4/16/2002 08:27:00 PM |
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wMonday, April 15, 2002 | |
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i think it rained this morning. no fair, i didn't sign on for rain! well, hehe, ok, i was born here, but still, NO RAIN! last night i was wordoxing with will he beat me when he used the "n" in my onion to spell anus yum, anus onions, anyone wanna come over for dinner? posted by Jenny on 4/15/2002 11:36:00 AM |
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wFriday, April 12, 2002 | |
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grr i just had the most aggravating conversation with my mother i took her to the market. first of all, on the way there (all of 2 blocks) she searched through everything and asked suspicious questions about every little thing she found. then when we get there, i'm dropping her off, and she sees something as she's standing up, and starts asking about it. i just yelled "get out of the car, i'm blocking trafic". then she demands that i open the trunk, and i told her to just put the 4 bags in the backseat "so you don't want me looking in your trunk, eh? hmm, i wonder what you're hiding" i say nothing, just turn my knuckles white gripping the wheel. ok, so we get home, and she says "you ARE going to help me with the bags" like it's a question... i grabbed the 2 bags closest to my side of the car, and she screeches to the whole neighborhood "oh, sure, leave me with the HEA-VY ones!" (yes, that's right, 2 slightly heavier bags for you, and i'll lock the car, open the gate, unlock the front door and turn off the alarm, you bitch) ok, now the aggravating part: while we were out for 15 minutes her sister called and left a message "it's me, call me back NOW, where are you?" after having dinner with her 9 out of 10 days i managed to avoid the 3 straight days she spent here last weekend, but now i'm trying to figure out if i have to see her on sunday, and if i don't, if i have to see her on saturday instead... me: what time are we taking (my sister) back on sunday? her: why are you asking? me: she asked me if i knew because she wants to go back early her: EARLY! me: yea... her: she told you that? me: she said we're taking her friend back too her: too bad me: her friend needs to be back early her: auntie invited us out to dinner sunday me i don't want to go out to dinner her: but she invited us, you're going me: maybe we could go somewhere in westwood (where the friend is) cause it's convienent her: but she wants to go to, uh uh uh...you know! me: daily grill? her: yea! me: ugh... (i haaate it there) her: you're going me: can't you suggest hamlet gardens? her: it's not open on sundays me: every time we drive by you say you didn't realize it was open on sundays! her: she invited us me: so? you can suggest something else and explain it's more convienent, she has the option of saying "no" her: she invited us to daily grill me: i haaaate daily grill her: she invited us, you're going ok, here's the thing... my aunt (great aunt, actually) is loaded. she eats dinner out every night of the week. every tuesday she takes my aunt (mom's sister). ever other tuesday she takes my mom too. every 6 weeks or so she invites my dad and which ever kid (me or my sister) happens to be home to dinner. 7 out of 10 times it's the daily grill. it's not a bad place, we just never like anything on the menu, and my mother makes us pretend we like it even though we don't. which is so ridiculous, this woman eats out 7 nights a week, it's no skin off her back to go somewhere else, she always says he just picks it cause she doesn't know where else to take us. and i know she eats at hamlet gardens all the time, she's taken my mother there before. i'd hate to think this is something petty on my mother's part, like trying to keep her kids (ok, just me) from a restaurant. i wouldn't put it past her, it just almost seems too petty. (and i called hamlet gardens, they're open til 10 on sundays, fyi) and why do i absolutely have to go anyway? isn't there inherent in an "invitation" the option of declining? i know my great aunt, and she invited us tuesday night when she was out with my aunt. my mother's known about this for 4 days, and she wouldn't have told me about today had i not brought it up first. i fucking hate that. had i not brought it up, she would have tried to claim she told me and i just forgot, grrr. and her tone of voice was just so bitchy. the way she said everything was like "nothing else matters except bending ourselves to auntie's every whim", whereas auntie would be the first to tell you she'd just as soon not feel "obligated" to wallow in the dirt with us, her least-socially acceptable relatives. (this is a woman who has something horrible to say about her own kids, grandkids, everyone) personally, i'd just as soon forgo a $13 piece of chicken and appetizer, or a $19 piece of fish plus a refill on my coke once a month and not have to put up with this... but until then, what am i going to wear? is it possible to "dress to impress" when a person in donna karan is looking at an old navy shirt for the 3rd time? i'll let you know... posted by Jenny on 4/12/2002 06:40:00 PM |
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ok, so i rethought one answer i was on the fence about, and now:
i dunno... he's like my favorite muppet, i'm not so sure this exactly me... if i chang my answer about the play to "comic relief" i'm kermit, now that's not right either, but, hell, it's a muppet quiz! btw, seen the muppet's in 3-d movie at california adventure (or some park in florida), it kicks ass! (i wonder if it's possible to be the swedish chef...) 
hmm, the picture's in the directory, i wonder what attribues a swedish chef has... posted by Jenny on 4/12/2002 04:41:00 PM |
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sometimes i take these things, i guess i'll start putting the more interesting ones here...
even though scooter's cool, i'm totally not scooter... i'm not quiet or organized, and keeping a sunny attitude? ha! posted by Jenny on 4/12/2002 04:25:00 PM |
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i've got the most inane thing stuck in my head: Here’s our jingle for Goldfish® We wrote a song for Goldfish The wholesome snack that smiles back until you bite their heads off! i love that one ;) when i'm in the car this one always makes me laugh: Here’s our jingle for Goldfish The radio jingle for Goldfish Close your eyes and try to picture crunchy little Goldfish That is unless you’re driving would i ever actually eat a cheesy goldfish snack? hell no! goldfish jingles posted by Jenny on 4/11/2002 02:27:00 PM |
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something else about therapy that seemed interesting... i was saying how i get a lot of my negativity from my mother because nothing is ever good enough for her, and i used the example of giving her a mother's day gift i made in school and getting "it's nice but..." then i said my grandmother was the same way to my mom and she just doesn't realize it then i said i wonder if my grandma realized she was like that to my mom and my therapist said no, self-actualization has only been widely accept for about 25 years... so that puts me in like the first generation... ok, my point: think about how 5 years from now there's going to be a generation that was raised on ritalin... posted by Jenny on 4/11/2002 01:40:00 AM |
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wWednesday, April 10, 2002 | |
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i have insalled an 80 gb hd all by myself go me posted by Jenny on 4/10/2002 10:07:00 PM |
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i saw my therapist today i don't really like her, but my parents say if i want to live in their house i have to go to therapy why don't they have to go to therapy to live in their house? (doesn't that sound like a line from 6 feet under?) anyway, i talked to her about going to see the pseudo-boyfriend this weekend, and his baggage... and i told her about saying that it was hard for me to be around him when he has dealings with his baggage (aka old bag) and she got all excited that i said that i hadn't talked about him since february cause she's really down on the whole situation then she asked what this incident has taught me, and i said "that i'm attracted to an emotionally detached man" and she disagreed not that he's not emotionally detached, just that that wasn't the lesson to be learned then later my mother asks me when i'm going next week, and i just sort of mentioned that in a year this will have cost her $5200 she started yelling "i thought she said it would only take 10 weeks!" "um no, she said every week for 10 weeks, then maybe i don't have to come as often" i originally only wanted to do every other week, but, i dunno, 7 weeks ago 10 weeks didn't seem like it was all that long but my mother's reaction was so uninformed... i mean, if the oncologist tells you that you need 4 rounds of chemo, and then after 4 your cancer is spreading and they want to do a 5th, do you refuse because they said 4 and it should have been a medical certainty? "i can cure you in 10 weeks" if only... besides, i become more and more certain all the time that i'm the only person around here who doesn't need therapy posted by Jenny on 4/10/2002 05:55:00 PM |
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i am a completely fucked up person no really i went off my prozac a little over a month ago (because i ran out, not because i don't need it) and i'm such a bitch to some people this probably leads these people to discount my prozac withdrawl fits, but i swear that doesn't make what i'm saying any less true, they're still wrong, and i'm still right, i just can't let them be wrong, i have to argue things to death so i'm wrong to push the point, but i'm still right in principle ;) posted by Jenny on 4/09/2002 10:16:00 PM |
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ok, so here's why my pseudo-boyfriend isn't losing his pseudo title any time soon: his ex drives me crazy i know i said i was giving up im's and chat for a month... oh well, now i giving up chat for a month... so last night (well, wednesday night, depending on when i post this) we were talking in im's (yeah, i know, but he emailed me and said he missed me, and, i missed talking to him, so...) and i forgot how we got on the subject, but i asked if he could tell the difference between when someone is suggesting he change to better himself or if they're just criticizing to get him to be more like they want him to be so he said yeah, he ex criticized (very good grasshopper, you've taken my bait) and we talked about that a little, and i find myself telling him that she genuinely liked him, damn i'm way too nice to her then we talked about other stuff, and he brings up that she emailed him a poem and he hadn't opened it yet... then he opened it, and it was about her missing him... now, how long do you think it's been since he broke up with her... a month... 2 months... try 3 years... 3 fucking years that's like more than twice as long as the entire relationship i told him he should tell her that it's ok that she's not over him, but he's moving on, and it's not appropriate for her to talk to him about this kind of stuff even when we were just friends (and i mean really, just friends) i would always tell him that he's never going to move on as long as he allows himself to get pulled back in to it with her (not the relationship, just the whole "being responsible for how she feels and her emotions" bullshit) now i'm like "i can't deal with your baggage" and i'm going to stay with him tomorrow (today, as in 12 hours) and i'm like "god, not now" he is sooo moody whenever he talks to her... he tends to snap at me, which is fun i don't really know why except that he seems to expend a lot of effort trying to avoid some big emotional scene, all the while just dragging it on so tonight i'm trying to reassure myself that i'm not going to be taking on his guilt all weekend by asking questions like "is she going to call, is she going to ask why you didn't respond to the poem" and his response "do you want me to do something to get her to leave me alone for a few days, what do you want me to say to her" no asshole, i want you to see that you're losing me here! ok, so i'm not your girlfriend... i'd at least like to think you're going to be sorry not to have me as a friend... he says he just placates her to get her out of his hair (mind telling me how long you're gonna do that, cause i'm not going to wait around forever...) and if it doesn't work out, i do want to be his friend, but, in this case, going back to "just friends" doesn't get me out of this situation i don't want to be in so after all my not so subtle hints didn't work, and i had him all but convinced it was just me being jealous of or threatened by her, i finally broke down and said: "i don't think you realize how hard it is for me to be around you when you've been dealing with her" i said i tried to be subtle, not just coming out and saying that made things worse i tried to get him to understand that it's hard for me to just come out and say how i feel, because then you've said it, and it's out there, and you can't take it back, and you can't control it anymore then he said the only thing he sympathized with was how hard it was for me when he was being so difficult to be around... then again, he also said he didn't realize he was being that way... anyone else see where i'm coming from here? wouldn't it just sound like me being pissed off if i told him, "if it doesn't work out between us, it's not going to work out with most people, because you're not extricating yourself from her"? does that make it any less true? (and just to let you know, he read this poem at 2am, then by 8pm the next night he had an email saying she knew he had readit, but he hadn't responded, how is this not the mark of a crazy person?) posted by Jenny on 4/05/2002 12:43:00 AM |
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I love a site with a sense of humor Disclaimer: No actual sheep were harmed (or even consulted) during the research and development of this product. Love Ewe is entirely artificial. Any resemblance to actual sheep, living or dead, is coincidental. We are concerned about those of you who haven't had a real date with a real woman since the last ice age and who have been looking at this fine piece of artificial mutton above and thinking that the Love Ewe is the answer to your sick, twisted little fantasies. We suggest that rather than making us an intimate part of your bizarre life, that you should perhaps tear yourself away from your computer for longer than it takes to open a bag of cheez-os. Go for a walk in a park, play kick-ball, watch a sunset, feel some sand between your toes, then come back and order one of these for a friend. yep, that's love ewe, the inflatable love sheep... now most sites that sell toys of this nature would get all serious and tell you about it's indestructability and other features, but these guys just make fun of hygienically challenged star trek fans, a welcome departure posted by Jenny on 4/05/2002 12:04:00 AM |
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Link my psuedo-boyfriend sent me yeah, ok, i don't really have a boyfriend, which is just as well, since i hate labels anyway... but i did get this link from a male friend today, who probably just had a heart attack to see himself refered to as my boyfriend, hehehe, i'm evil posted by Jenny on 4/04/2002 06:03:00 PM |
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ok, so lemme tell you about my car, and at the same time illustrate that my mother is crazy she comes home for lunch, and my first inkling is "get the hell out of the house" but i had lunch first anyway then, she's hounding me about going to see my therapist and drop off my dry cleaning... i still had an hour, and, i mean, the cleaner takes 10 minutes and even with the added distance the therapist is 20 minutes away, but i leave, if for no other reason to avoid the nagging unfortunately my car wouldn't start, the damn automatic locks wouldn't even work grrr, i now have to go back inside and face the beast me: my car won't start her: whWHA-WHAAT! (think kyle's mom) me: it won't start, even the automatic locks won't work her: your car won't start! me: yes... her: did you park it in the driveway last night? me: yes her: did daddy put it in the driveway this morning? me: no, because i left it in the driveway last night her: what are you going to do, you have to go see the therapist me: well, if you would get up, i could take you back to work and use your car her: how will i get home? me: call me and i'll pick you up so now i remind her to get my sister's address so she can mail her this package, and we go outside, and as i'm getting in to her car... her: did you try to start the car? my inner dialogue: no, i just fucking asked it politely if it would like to start today what i actually said: THE CAR WON'T START! then, today, she asks me to plant all these flowers i have around so i do it, and i basically clean up, but there's some dirt on the patio from the containers what can i do, it's 4:00 and it's 60 degrees out, i swpet it in to a pile, and i was going to clean it up in the morning when i could hose it down the driveway or into a flower bed... but i wasn't about to hose down the whole patio and leave the whole yard wet all night apparently while i was inside not giving a crap, the wind blew it around a little bit 5:00, my mom comes home, comes in the house, looks around a little, and then goes outside and starts screaming (not yelling, screaming): "you are such a slob!" i calmly say, "does the whole neighborhood need to know that, come inside and close the door" ok, long story short part: she goes upstairs, sees that i left the tv on, starts slamming doors, and i'm downstairs rolling my eyes... then 2 hours later i decide to go see about dinner, and find my dad in the kitchen making hot dogs, he tells me that she's pissed at me and isn't making dinner... so i tell him about the screaming fit, and his response: "well, she's just trying to undo all the good that comes from therapy" then the pyscho comes downstairs to get her hot dog and starts criticizing everything at 8:30 i went out to get fast food, she had comments about that too ok, what have we learned: dad=asshole mom=crazybitch posted by Jenny on 4/04/2002 12:02:00 AM |
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did i mention yesterday was my birthday? well anyway, i bring it up because i was carrying all this stuff inside last night, and i knew i didn't have house keys, but i also knew i didn't need them because the door was open... well, anyway, last night at 3:30 my dad throws up the door to my room, i woke up totally disoriented, and he asks me where my keys are, i say, "um, hmm, let me think... i don't know" so he leaves, and comes back 3 minutes later, and says my car alarm is going off, he needs the keys... yeah, um, still disoriented, don't ask me questions then like 6 minutes later my mom tells me it's stopped, but they need the keys before it goes off again, i told her it wouldn't, i can't remember if they let me go back to sleep then or not sidenote: what good is a car alarm? do you actually do anything when one goes off? i know people who hit the panic button when they lose their car in a parking lot, i hope some day they don't really expect some sort of assistance... ok, well, my point was, this morning, my car wouldn't start apparently i left it running all night posted by Jenny on 4/02/2002 07:44:00 PM |
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today i used the emergency feminine product i keep in my car... the whole ride home i was thinking "what if there's an emergency and i need it, and i don't have it" i guess you never realize you're having an emergency when you actually are... posted by Jenny on 4/01/2002 09:44:00 PM |
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