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chrystallineI've been debating; LJ has a postdating option I haven't tried yet, or I could continue with my habit of enormous posts with LJ cuts. Ah, what's the point of postdating? I don't really remember all the dates on these things anyway. Doesn't really matter; the point is, they happened.
Let's face it; I've never been very consistent with journals. I remember getting diaries as presents back when I was 11 or 12, and I never wrote more than a dozen entries. "Dear diary" always struck me as ridiculous; who was I writing FOR? At least here there's the possibility that people might read what I have to say. Seems a bit egotistical to think people want to read about my everyday life, but I guarantee there's no other way I'd be keeping a written log of the goings-on in my life;) At any rate, this is what I've been up to lately.
I have a bit of a guy problem. Until recently, I wasn't having too much trouble: guys drop hints, I ignore the hints, nothing happens. Guys ask for my phone number or offer theirs, I let them know I'm not interested in anything more than friendship, they say okay and go away. Recently, however, one of them upped the stakes. There are a lot of messengers coming and going every day, and most of them flirt at least a little, but this one always had flattering compliments and sweet words. Over the top, I mean. About, oh, a couple of months ago, he came into the office and said my desk looked like it needed something more. I laughed and said I didn't see how; with the computer, the phone, the lamp, the clock, the pen stand, the flower vase, the file stand, the letter tray, and the day calendar, I don't see how anything else would *fit* on the desk. He said he didn't know what, but it needed something more, and if he brought it would I accept it? I figured it would be harmless, some little trinket like a paperweight or something, so I said okay. Fast forward about a month...he came in on a special trip with a two-foot tall gift bag! I didn't know what to say, but looked at the items in the bag anyway. A rotating stand, a package of batteries, and a smallish blue box that weighed about five pounds. Now, about the time I felt the weight of that box, I knew I had a problem. On the one hand, I had told him before I'd accept something. On the other, this wasn't anything like what I was expecting. Say this for him, he's got taste. It should be obvious from my NAME here that I like crystal. What was in the box: a chunk of cut crystal 5 inches tall and about 2 inches square with a pattern of etching/bubbles in the middle that form a 3D image of hummingbirds and roses. How he managed to combine three of my favorite things when I've never told him any of that, I don't know, but it's gorgeous. He wouldn't take it back, either. The first time I saw him afterward I tried to give it back to him, but he refused, even though I explained that I can't give him what he's looking for.
He claimed he was okay with friendship only, but a few weeks after that he came back (again, completely off-duty; he wasn't sent to pick up or drop off anything) to talk and to bring me a letter he'd written. He said he kept getting tongue-tied around me and couldn't say what he wanted to say (which struck me as odd, since he'd been quite glib - part of what triggered my "kinda creepy guy" alert) so he'd written it all down. Firstly, he misspelled my name, and my given name is VERY common. It's not hard to spell it right, yet he managed to find a unique spelling I've never seen anywhere else. Add to that the fact that his claims of being satisfied with just friendship were blown out of the water by the content of that letter. I don't want anyone talking to me like that! "Hands on (my) skin," indeed! Bleh!
I haven't seen him since I started wearing my late Grandmother's engagement ring, but the last time I thought I was in the clear, he came back with that letter. Oh, and he told me I should post it on the internet and see who answered! I still don't get that; I ended up throwing it away.
My parents tried to get photos for me to pick an imaginary boyfriend (so I can keep a photo on my desk to discourage would-be Romeos), but none of the pictures turned out well enough to be useful. My brother's friends thought it was absolutely hilarious when my parents explained the situation to them; I wish I could have seen the poses. I have a nice 4x6 inch frame I can use, preferably horizontally. I'm toying with the idea of setting up an email address for pictures and asking if anyone wants to send digital images of guys who wouldn't mind being my Faux Beau (I'll call him William, after my Grandfather;)
I also have an ant problem. It is a never-ending war between me and the ants living in my wall. They come out of tiny little cracks and holes, and when I get maintenance to caulk one opening, they dig their way through again. It's very frustrating. I can't leave any food out; I had two pizzas sitting on the counter for maybe two hours (I figured I'd let them cool a bit before I put them in the fridge, and I was doing something else), and that was all it took - ants everywhere. I had the ant control guy put the anti-ant gel all along the counter, and they retaliated by forming a 15 foot line a half-inch thick all the way across the room on the CARPET so they could swarm all over the cat food. That was a very stressful day, and they all hid when maintenance came, so the maintenance guys didn't see what was driving me crazy. The ants were back all over the floor when I got home later that night, though, and I planned to leave another note in the apartment office pleading for help when I went to work. Fortunately for me, though, I heard the maintenance guys in the corridor, and I was able to flag them down and show them the line of ants. Thankfully, they were able to do something about them that day, and I had a few relatively ant-free weeks. They're back again, though, and it's getting tiresome. Someone told me that the ants are particularly bad this year because of the drought; I hope she's right. I like my apartment complex a lot, other than the ants.
I finally called my alma mater for connections, though. They gave my contact info to an alumna in the area who has been out here for a few years doing indie stuff and working on festivals, but she's no closer to an "Industry" job than I am. Well, that may be changing, but still! The school has some industry contacts; they told us when we were there that this or that faculty member was out here visiting alumni. So where are they? Ah, that's a complicated situation, but I've pretty much accepted that I'll get no help from my alma mater in this regard. It seems that God is telling me to wait. Two hardest things in the human life: forgiveness and patience. Waiting is HARD...
In the meantime, I've been keeping up with my friend in NJ by phone; it's become a habit to call every Saturday. The rest of my friends, though - it's harder to catch them by phone, and I've not been doing well at keeping up with email. I'm trying to work on that. I'm getting reinvolved in my yahoo groups, too, or trying to. I've been so topsy-turvy that I haven't been even reading most of the messages for the past few months. A week ago Saturday I managed to get in touch with a few friends from school that I haven't been able to contact much - we had a marvelous IM session, and I got my NJ friend on the phone, so she and I were on the phone AND on the IM chat, and the two guys on IM (MSN, Yahoo, AIM, ICQ, how many of these do we need, I wonder?), and I was laughing SO hard. It was almost like when we were in school together. I miss that sometimes. Not the schoolwork, but the friendship, hanging around together and having fun being cinema geeks;) That's the part that's great about school.
I wish I had my sewing machine and dressmaker dummy, though; I'd love to try making some of those fancy dresses I imagine all the time. And my rocailles - those are all still in AL, and I wish I had those. Rocailles bracelets sell for $15 here; I could do THAT.
I also need to finish updating my website & res, and get some headshots taken. I'm thinking I may be spreading myself too thin, though. Even though I've got Incredimail sorting my mail as it comes in, I'm on a lot of lists, so I get a lot of mail. (I'm SO thankful for spam filters and message rules...) I'm also on the DAZ message board, and am trying to help the Christians in Animation board get started. Oh, and lurking at IMDb's Shop Talk Actors board. And popping in and out of Terry Rossio's Wordplay site. That's a lot to keep up with, I'm thinking. I just know I'm forgetting something, too...
Oh, well.
Really funny (though you'd have to have had Grover's book to 'get' it, I think): http://www.qwantz.com/20040302.html
Something I snatched from...somebody...
Let's face it; I've never been very consistent with journals. I remember getting diaries as presents back when I was 11 or 12, and I never wrote more than a dozen entries. "Dear diary" always struck me as ridiculous; who was I writing FOR? At least here there's the possibility that people might read what I have to say. Seems a bit egotistical to think people want to read about my everyday life, but I guarantee there's no other way I'd be keeping a written log of the goings-on in my life;) At any rate, this is what I've been up to lately.
I have a bit of a guy problem. Until recently, I wasn't having too much trouble: guys drop hints, I ignore the hints, nothing happens. Guys ask for my phone number or offer theirs, I let them know I'm not interested in anything more than friendship, they say okay and go away. Recently, however, one of them upped the stakes. There are a lot of messengers coming and going every day, and most of them flirt at least a little, but this one always had flattering compliments and sweet words. Over the top, I mean. About, oh, a couple of months ago, he came into the office and said my desk looked like it needed something more. I laughed and said I didn't see how; with the computer, the phone, the lamp, the clock, the pen stand, the flower vase, the file stand, the letter tray, and the day calendar, I don't see how anything else would *fit* on the desk. He said he didn't know what, but it needed something more, and if he brought it would I accept it? I figured it would be harmless, some little trinket like a paperweight or something, so I said okay. Fast forward about a month...he came in on a special trip with a two-foot tall gift bag! I didn't know what to say, but looked at the items in the bag anyway. A rotating stand, a package of batteries, and a smallish blue box that weighed about five pounds. Now, about the time I felt the weight of that box, I knew I had a problem. On the one hand, I had told him before I'd accept something. On the other, this wasn't anything like what I was expecting. Say this for him, he's got taste. It should be obvious from my NAME here that I like crystal. What was in the box: a chunk of cut crystal 5 inches tall and about 2 inches square with a pattern of etching/bubbles in the middle that form a 3D image of hummingbirds and roses. How he managed to combine three of my favorite things when I've never told him any of that, I don't know, but it's gorgeous. He wouldn't take it back, either. The first time I saw him afterward I tried to give it back to him, but he refused, even though I explained that I can't give him what he's looking for.
He claimed he was okay with friendship only, but a few weeks after that he came back (again, completely off-duty; he wasn't sent to pick up or drop off anything) to talk and to bring me a letter he'd written. He said he kept getting tongue-tied around me and couldn't say what he wanted to say (which struck me as odd, since he'd been quite glib - part of what triggered my "kinda creepy guy" alert) so he'd written it all down. Firstly, he misspelled my name, and my given name is VERY common. It's not hard to spell it right, yet he managed to find a unique spelling I've never seen anywhere else. Add to that the fact that his claims of being satisfied with just friendship were blown out of the water by the content of that letter. I don't want anyone talking to me like that! "Hands on (my) skin," indeed! Bleh!
I haven't seen him since I started wearing my late Grandmother's engagement ring, but the last time I thought I was in the clear, he came back with that letter. Oh, and he told me I should post it on the internet and see who answered! I still don't get that; I ended up throwing it away.
My parents tried to get photos for me to pick an imaginary boyfriend (so I can keep a photo on my desk to discourage would-be Romeos), but none of the pictures turned out well enough to be useful. My brother's friends thought it was absolutely hilarious when my parents explained the situation to them; I wish I could have seen the poses. I have a nice 4x6 inch frame I can use, preferably horizontally. I'm toying with the idea of setting up an email address for pictures and asking if anyone wants to send digital images of guys who wouldn't mind being my Faux Beau (I'll call him William, after my Grandfather;)
I also have an ant problem. It is a never-ending war between me and the ants living in my wall. They come out of tiny little cracks and holes, and when I get maintenance to caulk one opening, they dig their way through again. It's very frustrating. I can't leave any food out; I had two pizzas sitting on the counter for maybe two hours (I figured I'd let them cool a bit before I put them in the fridge, and I was doing something else), and that was all it took - ants everywhere. I had the ant control guy put the anti-ant gel all along the counter, and they retaliated by forming a 15 foot line a half-inch thick all the way across the room on the CARPET so they could swarm all over the cat food. That was a very stressful day, and they all hid when maintenance came, so the maintenance guys didn't see what was driving me crazy. The ants were back all over the floor when I got home later that night, though, and I planned to leave another note in the apartment office pleading for help when I went to work. Fortunately for me, though, I heard the maintenance guys in the corridor, and I was able to flag them down and show them the line of ants. Thankfully, they were able to do something about them that day, and I had a few relatively ant-free weeks. They're back again, though, and it's getting tiresome. Someone told me that the ants are particularly bad this year because of the drought; I hope she's right. I like my apartment complex a lot, other than the ants.
I finally called my alma mater for connections, though. They gave my contact info to an alumna in the area who has been out here for a few years doing indie stuff and working on festivals, but she's no closer to an "Industry" job than I am. Well, that may be changing, but still! The school has some industry contacts; they told us when we were there that this or that faculty member was out here visiting alumni. So where are they? Ah, that's a complicated situation, but I've pretty much accepted that I'll get no help from my alma mater in this regard. It seems that God is telling me to wait. Two hardest things in the human life: forgiveness and patience. Waiting is HARD...
In the meantime, I've been keeping up with my friend in NJ by phone; it's become a habit to call every Saturday. The rest of my friends, though - it's harder to catch them by phone, and I've not been doing well at keeping up with email. I'm trying to work on that. I'm getting reinvolved in my yahoo groups, too, or trying to. I've been so topsy-turvy that I haven't been even reading most of the messages for the past few months. A week ago Saturday I managed to get in touch with a few friends from school that I haven't been able to contact much - we had a marvelous IM session, and I got my NJ friend on the phone, so she and I were on the phone AND on the IM chat, and the two guys on IM (MSN, Yahoo, AIM, ICQ, how many of these do we need, I wonder?), and I was laughing SO hard. It was almost like when we were in school together. I miss that sometimes. Not the schoolwork, but the friendship, hanging around together and having fun being cinema geeks;) That's the part that's great about school.
I wish I had my sewing machine and dressmaker dummy, though; I'd love to try making some of those fancy dresses I imagine all the time. And my rocailles - those are all still in AL, and I wish I had those. Rocailles bracelets sell for $15 here; I could do THAT.
I also need to finish updating my website & res, and get some headshots taken. I'm thinking I may be spreading myself too thin, though. Even though I've got Incredimail sorting my mail as it comes in, I'm on a lot of lists, so I get a lot of mail. (I'm SO thankful for spam filters and message rules...) I'm also on the DAZ message board, and am trying to help the Christians in Animation board get started. Oh, and lurking at IMDb's Shop Talk Actors board. And popping in and out of Terry Rossio's Wordplay site. That's a lot to keep up with, I'm thinking. I just know I'm forgetting something, too...
Oh, well.
Really funny (though you'd have to have had Grover's book to 'get' it, I think): http://www.qwantz.com/20040302.html
Something I snatched from...somebody...
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Re: Dearie, Dear
Date: 2004-09-01 06:44 pm (UTC)Thanks! I needed a laugh this evening; came home to another long line of ants in my apartment and a "Your rent goes up on Oct 1" letter :/ No way I can afford that, so looks like I'll be apartment hunting again.
I do tend to feel guilty for neglecting my friends, though. (and a little in awe of people who actually read the entirety - what is that, a page and a half? Two pages? I'm wordy...) I guess I keep comparing the way I interacted when I was jobless and had a lot of time with the amount of time I have for online interaction now, and, well, it just doesn't match up (funny thing, right? ;) But thank you; I appreciate your friendship.
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Date: 2004-09-01 01:51 pm (UTC)If you're looking for a photo, you can always buy prints from eBay of actors, in your case who are relatively unknown to the general public. And if he for some reason recognises the actor, you can just say you're a fan and try again.
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Date: 2004-09-01 06:55 pm (UTC)And yes, it's disturbing. If he can't take no for an answer when he's only just met me, there's NO way I'm going to trust him away from the safety of the office.
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Date: 2009-08-24 01:20 am (UTC)