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*fidgetfidgetfidget*

It's too hot, and it's 20 degrees cooler than it will be all summer.

On the good side, these shorts should fit through the whole summer. I am not sure whether to feel amused or old after realizing that they're older than [livejournal.com profile] silkensteel's oldest daughter, who is a teenager. How the heck did I get old enough to own clothing that I can still wear that is older than a teenager?

Actually, they may be a few years younger than her, but not much.


I was just reading through my old journal and found this:
http://therealocelot.livejournal.com/76869.html

"You know you're pregnant when you want yogurt, and get upset at the idea of having ice cream as an alternative, since there is no yogurt in the house."

This time around, it's black bean soup instead of ice cream.

It makes me feel a little better about the lack of symptoms I'm experiencing right now. Some stuff that I thought happened at around this point last time (such as not being able to lie on my stomach comfortably) actually happened about a month later.

My hormones need to CALM THE FUCK DOWN AND LEAVE ME ALONE FOR 5 MINUTES!!!!!!

I don't think I was this bad until about 7 months or so last time around.

I'm not looking forward to this summer.

I am, however, looking forward to X-Men 3.
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Do you ever wonder if the people you think about ever think about you?

Do you ever wonder if there is someone thinking about you that you rarely or never think about?
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My inner 13 year old is very much enjoying Phantom Of The Opera.

If only Christine were less annoying. I'd probably be terribly annoyed with the Phantom too, except anyone is an improvement over the horribly nasal one I saw when I was 13. And Raoul, while possessing some amount of charm, isn't nearly as cute as that one was. I had a ridiculous crush on him.

So much fun seeing movies a year after the rest of the world.
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I should be asleep. I have to wake up in 6 hours, and tomorrow is a fun fun day of train and bus rides. Whee!

I hate the end of vacations. I hope to take a vacation sometime where I can just stay until I'm really ready to leave. In this case, that would probably be another 3 days or so - enough time to visit with a few more friends, and go to the zoo once the holiday crowds have died down a little. But Leif and I miss [livejournal.com profile] koyote, and I expect my dad, Leif, and I would go a little stir crazy unless I managed to keep Leif out of the house every waking moment.

My dad visits garage sales frequently. Maybe I should request some age appropriate toys next time we head down for a visit. It's so much easier at my mom's - Leif has several stepcousins around his age, so they're both somewhat childproofed and decently stocked with entertainment.

This particular trip was better than usual, though. I actually got to socialize (with [livejournal.com profile] tangodiva and Margret). Wow. I think this is the first time in years I've had a conversation longer than 5 minutes with a Coronado person (actually located in Coronado at the time) who wasn't a teacher.

I walked by my old house this evening. It was remodeled into a McMansion after we moved out (more than 15 years ago), which always seems weird to me. The house behind it is still the same, though. They even have the same tree (a type of bottlebrush tree, IIRC) with distinctive smelling leaves. It's kind of a peppery, citrusy smell. When I was a kid, I'd break one off and scratch and sniff it whenever I walked by. Sometimes I'd even chew them up - it tasted kind of good, but left my mouth feeling kind of chalky. I did it again today. It didn't kill me back then, after all.

I was thinking during the walk about how I find it much easier to walk without a specific destination here in Coronado. Maybe because it's easier to breathe here. Maybe because if you walk ten blocks in pretty much any direction, you hit the ocean (or the street I grew up on). Maybe just because I did it all the time in high school, and developed the good associations, and I just haven't done that in Davis yet.

Or it could be the weather. We had a bad winter storm today, and 50% of the day was quite pleasant to walk around in a light jacket.

The high school auditorium was torn down, as were my illusions that my grandfather was the one who painted the weird puzzle piece seagull mural on the front. My dad says it wasn't him. I'm not sure which is more upsetting, not that either really places high on the life trauma scale.

I should know better than to write at midnight. I write weird stuff.

Space

Jun. 21st, 2004 11:44 pm
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I realize it's very self-centered, but hearing about SpaceShip One is somewhat bittersweet for me.

We were almost there.

Before the AOL offer came up, our main plan was to move to Mojave. Cheap housing prices in an area that was about to take off (Literally!). The weather leaves something to be desired, but probably no moreso than here.

Now the takeoff happened, and the housing prices aren't particularly low anymore.

It may still happen, but not as easily.

The part that really gets me is that, if we were moving away from VA a little more than a week earlier than we are, we'd have been able to go to the takeoff today. My mom's, where we'll be visiting, is an hour and a half away.

I don't really regret that we moved here. There's a lot we could have probably handled better (getting rid of more stuff before moving, buying less stuff here, and so on), but the move itself wasn't really a bad choice. It's too bad, for example, that we didn't buy some sort of condo/house/land, either here or in Mojave. Either way, the prices have gone up enough that we'd have come out ahead.

The Firestar series by Michael Flynn is a pretty good SF series about the rise of commercialized spaceflight.

We may perhaps be going to the new Air&Space Smithsonian tomorrow with Christof's grandparents and Leif's cousin, depending on timing. That would be appropriate. I hope we can make it, as that's one of the things we'd like to do before we leave.
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When I was in 6th grade, my whole class went to camp for a week at Mount Palomar.

One of my strongest memories was from one night, when we had a campfire. We were singing songs, and one of the songs (in fact, the only one I remember) was "I've Been Working On The Railroad."

Something about this group of kids, with our preteen cliques and rivalries, sitting around in the dark singing a children's song, was absolutely beautiful and haunting.

It's become Leif's falling asleep song. I sing him other songs when I put him to bed, but he doesn't fall asleep until I do "I've Been Working On The Railroad."

Memories

Aug. 25th, 2003 12:42 am
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Leif and I took a nap for an hour or so today. I swear he noticably grew during it.

I seem to have gotten my period back. Bah. I was really hoping I'd be one of those people who didn't get it back for months.

Yesterday we drove out to the middle of nowhere for a Mars-viewing party. It ended up being kind of a bust - we got started late, then had a diaper incident when we stopped at the store to get flashlights, then I mis-read the directions and got us a little lost. People were still there when we finally made it, but it was a bit chilly and starting to cloud over. Not an utter waste of time, though. I still had fun.

The unaccustomed chilliness and being out under the stars at night reminded me that it was almost exactly two years from the day [livejournal.com profile] koyote and I first met.

We were listening to the radio in the car on the way there, and a song came on that brought back very intense memories of one of the best times I had in high school.

It was from the talent show that took place during my freshman or sophmore year. Must have been freshman, because my sophmore year pretty much sucked entirely except for Spanish class, and now that I think about it, some of the people I'm remembering graduated my freshman year. Anyways, I was working one of the spotlights. Chris M., who I had a crush on, was on the other one. It was great fun - the only chance I ever had on the headphones. That had been one of my goals since I got started with drama in third grade (Actually my goal was to be stage manager, till I got to high school and realized that stage managers generally aged about 10 years from the stress and lack of sleep. Plus I got a job my Junior year, and didn't have time for it anymore). Chris always made fun of Izola, who sang "Memories" from Cats, which always got him yelled at by Brian (I realize that this whole story has become nonsensical to anyone who didn't attend high school with me. Oh well).

Anyways, this ties back to the present day because the Drama Club did a lip sync to "Polka Your Eyes Out", one of Weird Al's medley thingies. The song on the radio last night, "Enter Sandman", was part of the medley. This isn't a song I hear frequently, which is probably why it brought back the memory so strongly. I have a lot of songs that have memories associated with them, but if they're songs I like or songs that were popular at the time of the memory(which tends to be the case), I've listened to them often enough that the association with any one event tends to lessen.

Not so with this one. I heard it and I was there, as distinctly as if I'd literally been transported back in time.

Of course, next time I hear it, it will have another memory attached to it, so I doubt the effect will be as strong.

My earliest memory is meeting Laura G., who was my best friend until 1st grade or so. Her family had just moved into the house behind ours. I was out riding my tricycle around the block with my mom. She was riding her hot wheels in the driveway. I remember thinking hot wheels were much cooler than tricycles. I must have been three at the time, since she was a bit older than me, and I remember going to her fourth birthday party.

That's the earliest memory that I can actually place in time. I may have earlier memories, but since I don't know when they take place, I'm not certain. I do have vague impressions from around the time my brother was born (I was almost 3), but nothing distinct, and some of it may be "memories" from photographs I've seen.

What's your earliest memory?
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When Leif was first born, he used to wave his hands around in this really graceful, expressive way, like he was telling a story or casting a spell. I called it "pretty hands". He hasn't done it in a while. His movements are generally more purposeful now.

I miss it. It's hard to believe that I'll never see him as little as he was again.
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I wonder what it says when, while looking at the message boards on classmates.com, you see a posting asking about a certain teacher and think, "Was he the one who hijacked a plane to Cuba, or the one who started the drug smuggling operation?"

I'm tempted to pay my $5.00 or whatever just to ask the question.

In other classmates.com news, of interest to exactly two of you, who probably already know anyways... Mrs. Clark, Mrs. Stansbury, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Duby, Mr. Thangaraj, Mr Collom and Mrs. Howse retired last year. I thought Mrs. Clark and Mr. Collom retired a few years ago, actually. Mr. Thangaraj surprises me - I didn't know he was that old. That was posted by Linda Kullman.
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I've had really stupid songs stuck in my head today.
Continue reading only if you're not susceptible to earworms or are a masochist )
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Everyone else is writing warthoughts, so I may as well, too.
Read more... )
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I saw Orion tonight. It's the first time this year, and the first sighting of Orion has, for some reason, always been a significant point for me.

I think the first time I ever identified Orion on my own was also a Halloween. Around Halloween anways, as I was walking to a Halloween party at Kris' house with Jorge at the time.

(Note to self: Why do I consider it Kris' house rather than Karl's?)

The next year I didn't see it until the night before Thanksgiving, the night of an illicit Internet meet. Olivia - you were my excuse to my parents :)

Jorge ended up dating one of my best friends (who knows if they're still together...last I saw either of them was close to two years ago), Kris died in a plane crash, and I'm here, doing whatever it is that I'm doing.

I think I've had too much sugar today.

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