Mediocrity Safe Zone.

Changing over, slowly.

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 20:05:33 -0500

I now blog at http://annacrucis.blogspot.com/

Commenting enabled. Because I’m vain like that.

To a small audience.

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 13:40:00 -0500

I was hoping to come up with something witty, useful, or intelligent. I didn’t. I can, however, promise more of the same in the future.

In the meantime, enjoy the lyrics to one of my favorite tunes, “Pepper,” by the Butthole Surfers (such a lovely name, no?)

Oh, and I hate IBM. More on that later.

Now, here are the lyrics…

Marky got with Sharon
And Sharon got Cherese
She was sharing Sharon’s outlook
On the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
And Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin’
They were doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train
They were all in love with dyin’
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don’t mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look
Through other people’s eyes

Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don’t mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people’s eyes

Another Mikey took a knife
While arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever-present
Football player rapist
They were all in love with dyin’
They were doing it in Texas
Pauly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
He got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin’
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don’t mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people’s eyes

Fun...but turn off your pop-up blocker.

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 13:40:56 -0500

Fun...but turn off your pop-up blocker.:

Trust me…it’s funny.

Canned biscuits.

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 22:11:26 -0500

*rip…rip…rip…* FUCK!

w00t, again!

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 16:03:15 -0500

Mr. Cool Guy from my Pre-Cal class hooked me up for wireless at the school. Yay! Now I can waste time from any table in the cafeteria!

(No, I don’t remember his name)

The holidays have begun. Yum. Oreo Truffles…

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 16:23:21 -0500

The holidays have begun.

Yum.

Oreo Truffles…

dorkmath (paraphrase)

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 13:28:00 -0500

Me: Kiss my asymptote.

Bo: I would, but I can never get close enough.

(wit=amazing—response in less than 2 seconds. No wonder I love him.)

Relationships.

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 14:39:23 -0400

One is being loved until the person knows you.

The other is being known until the person loves you.

The first happens often, and almost always ends in failure.

If you’re lucky enough to experience the second, keep it, and never let go.

If the grass starts to look greener on the other side of the fence, turn around and change your grass into a garden, and never look back.

That’s only if the soil is arable, of course.

Writing on the Wall...or whiteboard...

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 10:35:27 -0400

Anit is not Boring.

The writer of said insult will be visited, off-season, by the Testicle-Eating Easter Weasel.

May God have mercy on your soul.

w00t!

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 16:14:18 -0400

After weeks of wondering what that song was (refer to previous post), I’ve FOUND IT!!

Song: “Life for Rent”

Artist: Dido

Album: “Life for Rent”

Other good songs on there, too, like “Don’t Leave Home.” I normally don’t like “chick” music, but her stuff rules.

Even though I usually avoid rap, I like how her tune “Thank You” was mixed in Eminem’s “Stan” (a very disturbing song, but makes a deep impression).

Yeah, I know. You care deeply. Meh.

I hate Barium.

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 11:29:20 -0400

Really. Even if it’s apple flavored.

I like painkillers mixed with Ativan, though. Fun stuff, until you fall asleep.

Well, I don’t have appendicitis, but I get checked for a hernia tomorrow. My body, I think, is trying to secede from my head.

The word for today? Ow.

Three cheers for the year of Whiskey, Tangos and Foxtrots. Drunk dancing, anyone?

Somebody turn off the fan...

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 15:27:59 -0400

Okay. Please. Because the s**t just keeps flying. Between my stuff and family stuff (husband’s side), it’s an effing mess.

Conversations at the Buffet (paraphrase)

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 11:56:05 -0400

Mich: What’s that stuff that comes out of the toaster?

Me: Ummm…Toast?

Me (eating an ice cream cone): You know, I think they make Communion Wafers out of the bottoms of these cones.

Mich: Yeah.

Me: They just saw them off, stamp a cross on them, and there you go.

Mich: (Laughing)

Me: They don’t say “Eat It All” on them though. Like “Shut up and eat your Jesus.”

Both: (Laughing hysterically)

Ethan: Stop laughing!

Ethan: Look, Mommy! This is disgusting!

Me: Yes it is. Eat it.

I’m so ready for winter. (our creation last year…or...

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 22:02:38 -0400

I’m so ready for winter.

(our creation last year…or was it two years ago? The Snow Queen.)

Dork.

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 13:31:09 -0400

Yes. I’m a dork.

You know why?

Because I name inanimate objects. Like my bright red (no flames, sadly) KitchenAid 5-quart Artisan stand mixer, Chairman Kaga.

Now I have a hot pink TI-84 Plus Silver Edition graphing calculator.

I named it Cindy Vertex.

Yes.

I’m a dork.

Update on this "Grandma"

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 14:56:20 -0400

She lives in a castle. With towers. And wore long dresses. The castle had really huge fireplaces.

She played backgammon with him (the kid rolls a mean game, too), had curly hair (light brown) and blue eyes.

Oh, and with the backgammon—she always let him win.

Creepy.

Dang!

Thu, 23 Aug 2007 17:06:39 -0400

So, there was this great song playing at the grocery store (Bloom actually plays good music) and I have NO IDEA what the song is…it had a Dido/Fiona Apple/Norah Jones-ish kind of feel and kept repeating something about “what I have is not my own” at the end. It had a great groove, and I can’t find it!!! RRRRRGH!

w00t. There it is.

Wed, 22 Aug 2007 18:47:34 -0400

Finally, we have reached a point where the blogs can be less sad and introspective, and more the happy kinds of things that I usually write.

Plus, I just like the “word” w00t. But not “lol.” That’s not a word.

Old and trusted.

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 19:33:21 -0400

Yeah…there have been some bad things in the past with some people, and I have said my apologies. I am letting go of everything, since part of my therapy is letting go of the past, and the anger/guilt associated with it.

Just feeling the love and support from everyone this past couple of weeks has made a huge difference in my life.

Big hugs to the old and trusted friends—Lis, Bri, Mich, and Chris. You’ve seen me at my worst, and I hope that you’ll see me at my best as I get even better than ever.

Snake in the corner.

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 16:29:10 -0400

Recovery has been good, and today I felt almost 90% me. I spent two hours on the phone with Mom, and that helped. But I told her something that still gets to me.

After something as intense as the last few weeks happens, it is not easy to feel entirely safe and content. It’s like being in a wonderful house, with everything you need to keep you happy and well, but knowing that there is a deadly snake sleeping in a corner of one of the rooms, and you never know when that snake will decide to awaken and strike. The CB therapist says we will get rid of that problem, and I want to believe her, but after feeling the way I did, I don’t ever want to go back to that level of darkness again. I don’t know if any amount of talking will make the fear completely disappear. I have to have faith, though. Mind over matter, you know.