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[Mar. 30th, 2006|12:27 am] |
Okay, I was a little quick to judge.
I'm not always left with NOTHING.
Sometimes, years later, someone will smack me in the face with a really good piece of advice, like "If you cry, the terrorists win."
Now that is a statement I can appreciate. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2006|07:24 pm] |
Sorry I haven't responded to well wishes.
Things have gotten tougher than ever.
Zach revealed on Saturday that he was not ready for this relationship, and that I would have to move. We are still very friendly, and I am moving in the same building. Don't worry, we talked about EVERYTHING that might happen. We have always loved eachother, and have always been friends, so I'm going to sit out for a while, and see what happens. If it's meant to be, it will be. For now, I'm excited to finally have my own place, but leaving our home is very very hard, and Smith the cat is caught in a custody battle!! (Actually I'm taking him, but we're in the same building, and he'll have some nights/weekends with his dad). I REFUSE to get into another relationship for a long time. If anybody even sees me attempting it, please stop me. Really.
I've been staying with a manager from work who I've always really liked, and it's been fun. She has a VERY SMALL dog, Phoebe (a "teacup" Yorkshire terrier) who is full of love, and very sweet.
So, I've pulled myself out of this heartache (this past weekend, my Dad had to come up and stay Saturday night, then it ended up that Sunday I basically hit bottom - he had to come and take me home and I was off work Monday and Tuesday while my grandmother took meticulous care of me) Wednesday Zach and I talked and checked out the apartment (it's still being built) and I felt that things were going to be okay.
Then, today, my Dad called, my previously mentioned Grandmother who was taking such good care of me is in the hospital for the second time in two weeks. 88 years old with pneumonia last week and something that I can't pronounce this week. I don't know if she'll be okay. At 88, who can ever know? And it was just another thing.
Anyway, this entry is two-fold. Your thoughts and prayers, though not always responded to (this week has been horrifying) are so appreciated, and I can really use them now more than ever - your Rachael is trying to keep smiling but sometimes it can be so hard. Impossible even. Also, I will be getting a new power cord for my ibook soon, I ordered it yesterday - I hope apple is kind to me - getting it tomorrow would be great, then I can get online and talk to people. I've been living for Zach for so long, in my own happy shell, I forgot there is a whole world of love out there waiting for me. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2006|10:06 pm] |
Well, I just got back from driving myself, admitting myself to, and driving myself back from the emergency room.
If that's not a sign of independence I don't know what is.
Independence or something. Scary that the only person here who I'm comfortable asking a big favor from is Zach, and he's at bars most nights (so what if it's his job?)
If you're wondering why the emergency room, my gall bladder is being removed soon, and I'm experiencing trouble with that - top it off with a urinary tract infection, and who knew one girl could be so damn lucky? |
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[Feb. 12th, 2006|09:02 am] |
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I was just reading some livejournal entries of mine, of other people, and I realized - who have I been trying to fool? I've tried to include myself in the lives of people who are in a different world than I am in. I've always gotten a high from being interested in the interests of others and immersing myself in brand new things - I've never really thought to myself - "I have no access to this person's world. This person's world is not my world."
I have an idea that I would put every effort into marrying a prince just to experience - and probably fail at - being a princess.
But, ironically, back at the beginning is where I was doing okay. Granted, it was probably not the right time, but watching tv, cooking at home and playing with my cat is where I truly belong.
Why do I beg to be taken out when I don't like drinking, I hate the smell of smoke and my stomach hurts when I try to eat anything that I don't cook myself? Probably only to drive Zach crazy.
Right now, however, we have to put a house-wide effort into cleaning. I'll wash the dishes and dust. He'll put his clothes away and vacuum, and Smythe will dry mop the bathroom floor (I'll just put a ball in there and he'll slide around.)
(Wow - I need some updated user pics - I don't look like any of these anymore!) |
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[Feb. 7th, 2006|07:28 am] |
Well, Smith bit through my power cord for my ibook, which means I have to use Zach's hp...which somehow made me realize I haven't checked out livejournal in possibly months. Strange.
Life's been pretty typical - filled with wanting to leave my job, realizing it wasn't so bad and staying. Smither has been scratching and biting me to shreds, but he gets neutered on the 3rd, so hopefully he will calm down.
I have to get ready for work now, but hopefully I'll remember to update more often. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2005|10:42 am] |
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If only I'd known JTT makes a guest appearance in Smallville, I would have started watching it long ago... |
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[Nov. 6th, 2005|04:32 pm] |
His name is Smith, and he's the most loving kitten ever...
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[Oct. 15th, 2005|04:08 pm] |
So, after some struggling and discussing, Zach and I have agreed that it is best for me to go forward with my plan to open a bookstore in downtown. I'm meeting with a small business counselor (the University has a free program and they set you up with a counselor to help with everything from the business plan to the financing to the accounting to the software, which is good because I have nothing but a passion).
And the goal is to open by late next year. Ideally it would be in conjunction with the start of the 06 school year, but I don't exactly foresee that happening. However, that is the goal.
We struggled because of money issues, etc. But I've visited, left and revisited this idea several times in the past year, and every time I try to forget it, it comes back to haunt me tenfold. Most recently, I was shopping in some great downtown stores, and out of nowhere started asking questions and letting them know that I was interested in opening my own shop. They were excited about it, and gave me contacts and advice - so I think now I'm ready to take the plunge. If I lose some money, it's not going to kill me, but I shouldn't. Everyone I've mentioned this to has been interested (even my optometrist today!) and, as always, I have a huge network of very supportive friends.
I have a feeling this is what you'll be hearing about for a while. Any ideas for interesting unique spins, let me know. |
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[Oct. 7th, 2005|08:53 am] |
Getting psyched for my first training type job at work. It's the first day a new class is on the phones and I'll be the person assigned to that class to answer their questions about stuff. Pretty fun. Though I have to stop trying so hard at work, because, as Jim from The Office says, "If this were my career, I'd throw myself in front of a train." And that is true.
The play is going so well. Dr. DeRitter actually came for the two student matinees, as an expert, the topic being gothic literature. He had a lot of fascinating things to say about the nature of this play and the society from which it is fashioned. Very enlightening.
Only three more performances left, and I've gotten my last check already. Somehow I'm thinking I should have started those equity points. But...bah. I don't want to be an actor. No. no. no.
Doing those whitening strips. Not too sure about the results. I guess my teeth are getting whiter. I can see how these are addictive though, because the whiter my teeth get, I want them to be white white, whiter than pearls, snow, aspirin, etc....
AH! 7 minutes til I leave for work. I am nervous. That is silly. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2005|07:32 am] |
yesterday was the high school student matinee.
Later at Giant...
Kid: This is going to sound awkward...
Me: Uh huh...
Kid: But have you ever been in a play...at the Northeast Theatre...
Me: Like...today?
Which is what he meant. And that only sounded awkward because he made it seem like he saw me in a play when he was 4. |
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