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Jun. 20th, 2009 @ 10:32 pm incommunicado
My cellphone was briefly introduced to the washing machine. It's currently in critical condition, but the prognosis is optimistic. I'll be leaving it off to dry out for a week while on vacation.

Also, I'll be on vacation in North Carolina with no internet for a week.

Peace out.
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Mar. 27th, 2009 @ 09:13 pm Jobbing
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While talking through a long day of work with my dad, I found myself saying this: "I don't think I want any job that I don't about enough to cry over." The more I think it over, the truer it seems. I'm a little bit worried about what this means for my long-term mental health.




(There later followed this 5th grade dialogue:

"Angel! God, get away from me, you're making me claustrophobic!"
"What? You're afraid of Santa Claus? That doesn't even make sense!")
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Dec. 3rd, 2008 @ 07:22 pm (no subject)
mood: confusedconfused
Today I looked up from my book, inside my parents more-or-less perfectly put together house, while Simon and Garfunkel sang about hammers and nails, and my eyes focused on a bowl of potpourri. I couldn't...I can't even express the confusion that that little bowl evoked in me. How did I get here? How did they get here? How do you become the type of person who has...little bowls of scented wood chippings? And dining room tables and credenzas. What the hell is a credenza? Why would you scent it? And is there some class you go to once you reach a certain level of maturity, so that suddenly you know how many pieces of dishware go in a dinner set, and exactly what pieces those should be? How do people figure this out? I'm not complaining or belittling it, I just feel like the type of person I am now is so very, very far away from the type of person who would own a credenza with aromatic thingys on it. Actually, I think what I'm asking is...how do you know how to be a grown-up? And I'm projecting on to the furniture.

When does that transition happen? Slowly when you're not paying attention? One day do you share a dorm room, the next an apartment, then a house with 5 others, 3 others, 1 other? And suddenly you have to decorate that house? I wonder if I was on that road in Davis -- I had my own place, my own car, paid my own bills -- and derailed myself totally. I own nothing. I have 3 pairs of pants, a couple of t-shirts, and a laptop computer somewhere in the mail. I live with my parents. How can I be an adult who owns furniture when I sleep in a room with neon pink walkman wallpaper? (No, I'm not kidding. But dear god I wish I was). What am I doing? What road am I on? I know that a lot of this is readjustment issues, because I can process no scary/bad emotion in a healthy way, but I still feel lost. What happened to those last two years? What did I gain from that? Some days I feel like they didn't even happen. The effects are there, but its as if the cause was a dream, and that scares the living be-jesus out of me.

Last night, I looked out my window and had to fight the urge to yank it open, climb down off the roof and go running barefoot for the nearest airport. Sprinting. The thought of freedom...of owning nothing in a world that owns nothing...was so appealing. I miss packing my life into a backpack and heading for the next adventure. I miss so much being Nomvula and walking to school at sunrise. I miss sitting on my front porch at sunset, drinking a mug of wine and greeting people as they walked home from church. I think I'm grieving for the last two years and don't know how to do it. So I panic about potpourri on the credenza.
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May. 14th, 2007 @ 04:16 pm Monkeys Stole My Birth Control
Current Location: bfsa
...I think the title sort of says it all. Because it really happened. Monkeys got into my friends bag, wrangled out one of the boxes of bc that she was picking up for me in Pretoria, and then ran up a tree with it.

Monkeys ran up a tree with my birth control.

Fortunately they dropped it a couple minutes later. My friend didn't tell me until after she'd handed off the back. The box is a little chewed on, but the actual pills are unharmed.

Monkeys stole my birth control.

WTF Africa.






(I'm posting this here because I can only picture my grandparents, aunts, uncles, parents, parent's co-workers, etc...with images of my birth control dancing through their heads. As awesome as this story is, I just can't do that to them.)
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Jul. 24th, 2006 @ 10:19 am Day 1.5 in Philly
Current Location: Philadelphia
mood: bouncybouncy
music: delighted
Well, I can't get blogspot to work at the moment, so I'll just post here and cut and paste later.  Today is my first official day of peace corps staging.  I'm sitting in a hotel in the historic district of Philadelphia, getting ready to go check out a few touristy things and then head to lunch with a bunch of my training class whom I've previously met online. 

Last night was excellent, Nicolette and I got into town at about 11pm, I met my roommate for the next few days -- who is wonderful, and then we headed out to find something to eat.  We discovered this cool irish pub with a kitchen thats open until 1 only a few blocks away and sat outside just people watcing for a few hours.  Philly has one hell of a nightlife, even at 1am on a Sunday people were all over the place.  Actually, its a lot like New York, only in miniature.

I was so terrified the night before last.  I was having panic attacks, and freaking out over nothing, and breaking down.  But now -- now I am so excited I can't believe it.  This is going to be great!!!!!!
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Jul. 19th, 2006 @ 03:07 pm wow!
mood: elated
music: something downstairs
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I just found mr. Kroeller's contact info! I had posted something on craigs list ages ago, and today there was an email in my inbox. How cool is that?
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Jul. 18th, 2006 @ 01:14 pm In Which Many Adventures Occur
Current Location: Ventura
mood: happyhappy
music: Metallica - "Wherever I May Roam"
some of them even on purpose.

So here's the thing:  I like beer.  Not even in a 'hooray it gets you drunk!' sort of way (though thats fun too) but in a 'ooh, so many neat varieties and flavors' style.  And there's this local microbrewery not far from Ventura that makes some truly phenomenal beer.  This stuff is amazing, and you can't really get it outside of the central coast without a whole lot of searching. So of course I wanted to get a chance to check it out before ditching the country for two years.  entanglement (with no influence from me whatsoever, I swear...) has also recently decided that she enjoys a good high quality microbrew now and again.  So together we decided that we would take a short day trip up to slo and enjoy whatever we found there.

All I really remembered about the location of the firestone brewery was that it was about where the 154 and the 101 hit, somewhere near San Luis Obispo.  Kels wanted to see her younger brother, who lives in slo, so we decided we'd head up there and he would come with us.  He said he'd been there before and that it wasn't far. 

Well, that was the plan.  (Those of you more geographically inclined than me may already see 2 initial problems with the above, and where one of our adventures is starting to pop up).

To synopsize:
-Kels' car was molested (she says) or maybe just waved off (I say) by a high as hell, purple polyester pimp hat wearing hippy at lightning in a bottle, when all we really wanted was a port-a-potty. 
-Turns out that the firestone grill her brother had alluded to -- in addition to being an hour further north than we had originally expected -- had absolutely nothing to do with the firestone beers we were really after.  (Although it did, on the bright side, alleviate any fears kels may have had about her brother sporting a fake id with the blasé attitude of a pro).
-When we finally did make it to firestone -- heaven!  They have a reserve that defies anything you may have previously considered to be beer.  Its rich, and thick, and amazing.  So of course I wanted to bring some home.  Except they don't sell it in 6 packs -- only cases.  And the cases are 50 bucks.  And they were out of the 22oz bottles.  So I got a growler.  Which, it turns out, is approximately a half gallon of beer that you can only store for 3 days and must then drink immediately and completely.  Oops.
-The car keys may or may not have gotten locked into the car at an arco in Buellton, where my mother may or may not have spent much of her youth hanging out. 
-We then drank the jug of beer and watched dr. who until 4 in the morning at dragonwoman's place.

Not a bad day, all in all.

Oh, and I discovered the wonder that is Gogol Bordello.



Double Oh -- 5 more days.
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Jul. 3rd, 2006 @ 08:22 pm mmm
Current Location: Ventura
mood: fullfull
Oh man. South African curry, ridiculously authentic dim sum, and sushi, all in two days. Man I love southern california.

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Jul. 2nd, 2006 @ 01:14 pm On Friday Night...
 entanglement said it already, but:

A good friend will bail you out of jail.  Your best friend will be sitting right next to you saying, "damn, we fucked up."

Its funnier in the Hollywood Presbyterian ER at 3 in the morning.
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Jun. 26th, 2006 @ 01:35 pm (no subject)
Current Location: Ventura
mood: calmcalm
For anybody who is interested, all further Peace Corps related posts will be taking place at slainteafrica.blogspot.com, which (very) roughly and idiomatically translates to "Here's to Africa"  (And when I say roughly and idiomatically, I mean that 'slainte' translates to 'health!' but is used as a toast.  So it sort of works in an American idiom.  What the hell, I liked it).
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