Image work for the day! Simple can be exotic.

I just got off the phone with Boy, it was a great conversation. No real direction, he told me about the car show he went to, we talked about his job (so much better now that he is actually an employee and no longer an agency worker. It is so good to see him happy about the direction his life is going. It is so good to see him happy, period.

He came to help me organize and unpack my room. We also went for a run/walk yesterday(and my ankles are sore.) He is an organizational wizard… My room looks actually livable, and comfortable, and is clean. I really think I’m going to like having this one. And I have a room all to myself so I don’t have to worry about
a silly roomate.

Speaking of roomates, Becky, my roomate from last year (who is a residence assistant this year)
bought me a birthday present right under my nose at GenCon, and I didn’t even realize it.
She got me a Xena Warrior Princess Poster, and even had it laminated for me. Wow. I put it up,
right away with the evol tacky stuff. ;P It’s pretty awesome. Xena is cool, I wish I were
a kick butt chick like her. Give me time World, soon, as I train my body(with help of course)
I will have a physique that is ready to take on all the monsters of the universive. ROWRRR

eer, well, at least I’ll be able to fit into a two piece bathing suit… giggle.

One other thing, my mom has decided to give me incentive to finish my horrendous paper of angst.


My incomplete paper from last semester.

She will buy me a web cam if i finish in two weeks.

So please please help me!

I just got off the phone with Boy, it was a great conversation. No real direction, he told me about the car show he went to, we talked about his job (so much better now that he is actually an employee and no longer an agency worker. It is so good to see him happy about the direction his life is going. It is so good to see him happy, period.

He came to help me organize and unpack my room. We also went for a run/walk yesterday(and my ankles are sore.) He is an organizational wizard… My room looks actually livable, and comfortable, and is clean. I really think I’m going to like having this one. And I have a room all to myself so I don’t have to worry about
a silly roomate.

Speaking of roomates, Becky, my roomate from last year (who is a residence assistant this year)
bought me a birthday present right under my nose at GenCon, and I didn’t even realize it.
She got me a Xena Warrior Princess Poster, and even had it laminated for me. Wow. I put it up,
right away with the evol tacky stuff. ;P It’s pretty awesome. Xena is cool, I wish I were
a kick butt chick like her. Give me time World, soon, as I train my body(with help of course)
I will have a physique that is ready to take on all the monsters of the universive. ROWRRR

eer, well, at least I’ll be able to fit into a two piece bathing suit… giggle.

One other thing, my mom has decided to give me incentive to finish my horrendous paper of angst.


My incomplete paper from last semester.

She will buy me a web cam if i finish in two weeks.

So please please help me!

I wasn’t happy with the face from yesterday, so I redid it! go, look!

mmm, a break before mind-numbing form coding… This is what I’ve done so far, not as happy with it as much as I was with yesterday’s
scene.
Also…

again, more writing here later…

Now,its later, and I’m tired, I’ve been tired all week… I want/need more exercise, organization of my room.

I worked hard today to get some semblance of order, well, order with boxes in places..
Most of my dishes were washed tonight, I missed three cups… But washing those dishes that’s
about as far as I got, wanted to do laundry too, but couldn’t muster the energy…



I sat and watched a new anime I bought (Princess Minerva, not really bad, not not close to good)

and then I sat and watched Star Trek(original, not extra crispy)

Boy said he’d come by sometime this weekend and help me get organized, see all the good things he does for me! He even took my mini-golfing on my birthday and out to Carlos O’ Kelly’s(think good mexican). He even taped the Packers game to take me out, WOW! (And for those of you who think it can’t possibly be a big deal, you must not live near Wisconsin.) And I really needed to get out, because I had been moping on my 20th birthday. He really really really, made it special.(really!–giggle)

He told me that night, as we reminisced about our bbs days, that people knew…

That he had told them, that I’d be his someday, Guinan, Picard, Hugh, and even Justin(in his own lil paranoid way) knew about Boy’s interest in me…

I was so blind! But Boy corrects me when I say that, says it was innocence.

But all those people, my friends, everyone knew but me.



I’m sure it was for the best. And I played it pretty cool then too, allowed myself to date
while having a crush on this guy(OOH major crush–like I drempt of him before I ever met him face to face)

Mmm, warm happy thoughts of Boy…

Tired sleepy thoughts of bed…

Dream Well!

I’ll add to this entry later, but what I’ve been working on is this

Lance,

Yes you, my co-worker. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

You have been driving me up the wall, do you realize this?

I have attempted to treat you well this summer, I enjoy your humor(most of the time)

So why have you been treating me so badly?

What is the point of your infantile allegations? Where does this get us?

Do you realize that in the 10 secs after I had first met you, my frosh year, the ten seconds before I was informed that you were dating someone, I actually thought you might be fun to date?


And seeing that as no option, I treated you as a friend. Why are you treating me as dirt?

I am not ignoring you, I am not ignoring you, can you hear me say it?

Can you believe me when I say it?

Recently, I have grown way overtired off the jibes you push my way, and having decided to ride the storm and not respond. I hear, I catalog, and have attempted to go on.


WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR FRIENDSHIP. You used to treat me as if I held some value, I am not used to being treated the way you treat me. You say you do not hold grudges, blah you lie, I really didn’t realize I had slighted you last week.

If I shrugged it off like it was nothing THAT IS BECAUSE IT WAS NOTHING.

What is it with you? I want to know, I want to know.

I hated to be picked on, I hate to be left behind. But, my friend, I find it very difficult to hate people. I respect your talent in programming, and your humor.

Why kind of apology were you giving me when you said “I feel our production level in the office, my production level dropped when you entered”

What in the world am I supposed to do about YOUR production level.

I really wanted to hit you today, just throw out my arm and hit you, mentally, my fists were clenched. I was close to seeing red.

That is why I had to leave for a walk. It has been several months since I have been that angry at anyone, Do you understand how hard it is for me to hate people?

But with every day I feel less and less the need to reconcile with you.

What can I say to you, that would make you understand?

I feel like you no longer consider me your friend, and you must not, the way you verbally
walk over me, the way you back out of every offer to help. I needed help to move in, I understand you have your own problems, I’d even care.

But just tell me if you don’t want to help, just say no, just

I’m afraid I can’t take much more of this. I’m afraid I’ve misjudged you, misplaced my friendship in you. And I’m sorry I didn’t want to live with a zillon people, and I’m sorry I make more cash than you, and I’m sorry you haven’t got that special someone that you want.


But just DEAL, get over it, get over my alleged trangressions. I didn’t mean most of them anyway. And If I get more caustic as the days go by, it’s because I’m really really tired of the way you’re treating me, and I have begun to fight back a little bit.

–Stacie

Well, now I’m twenty.

Having a blah day, it’s all gray, no fun… feeling a mix of apathy, dispair and laziness. I should have just gotten out of the house instead of moping around like I have.

I did read a really neat short story by Mike Resnick(out of my fathers gift to me.)

It was so good it almost made me cry. The title is, “For I have touched the Sky.”

Resnick is one of my most favorite authors.

My B-day started out great, with Boy, as midnight hit after we watched a classic werewolf flic titled “the howling.”

And I half-remember having a strange dream where I watched myself at age 10 kiss a rock-star, and then lead another friend away age ten. And I was myself, the one watching, tried to tell the rock-star that that was my first kiss, but he didn’t understand
because of all the wierd time-travel stuff. It was like I was traveling with him.



really really odd.

We will have to see how long I like this page like this, but the top frame /\ will look prettier when I return to Photoshop5 and my room at school.


My very messy room, well messy full of boxes and lumber for my lofts, ACK! Of course, Vincent(my computer) is all set up. But everything else is in disarray, and between I.T. training last week, and my laziness, nothing has been straightened. Well, I was waiting for my lofts to be put together, so I could use the floor space under, but it’s all just excuses. I mean, what else could it be except for laziness, if I wont even plug in my microwave to make myself some eggs.


HULLO–nuking takes no time.


And my tv hasn’t been hooked up or plugged in either, but I guess I really haven’t had much time in my room after all.

I turn twenty tomorrow. (not 21 as Ryan keeps joking,’ 21, right?’) I can’t believe I’ve survived this long. Or lived, and learned,
Today is my last day as a teenager. But I have nothing to worry about, as I look at my mother I realize I will always be this silly.

My rents are proof that you don’t have to grow up when you become adults.
Well, at least that you can still have fun and a kick butt sense of humor.

Boy did take his first day off to help me move, and he did help oh so much.
Actually, all the others I had asked to help me never really did, *pout*

But he was incredible, he went home with swollen hands and feet, it took 4.5 carfulls to get all my stuff to my new room. And then we had to run
the couch over.(and figure out how to get in the building without an afterhours key.)


“Baby, you’ve go so much….stuff…”

I guess I should get rid of some of it, huh…

Even more training today, we learned spreadsheets(many varieties)

word processors(many flavors) and powerpoint.

Here is what I did…

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Walked a mile tonight… my body is shaping up… mmm tired…

Dream well.

Woo, I did all my laundry last night, no really, all of it, two set of sheets, three blankets, two loads of whites and one big load of darks. Moving into fall res-hall on Wednesday.

In training right now, Vax stuff… check out Bio page, changes happening all throughout Quixotica.

My boss is awesome, he’s teaching Lance and I how to juggle clubs. Also teaching us how to juggle balls better, with tricks and stuff. I learned how to ‘Quick start’. You throw all three balls up in the air with one hand and start your pattern from there. I love juggling, it’s relaxing, steady rythmn/rate.

My freshman year I used to juggle everywhere, to and from classes, up and down stairs, through the graveyard.(that might have been going a little to far.)


Boy is coming by tonight, to help me pack for moving tomorrow, his choice, using his shiny new benefits(day off every two weeks aside from weekends.) I’m all excited to see him. On a slight natural buzz, happy is good.