"You got to live it up before you give it up," that's what they say, according to the nun. But, I had a lovely weekend. You can read all about it here, I'm not going to type it twice. Our Moxy assignment for Easter break was to record what we did in the blog.
Tomorrow, I will probably sleeeeeep in and do laundry. Make sure I have everything I need for my trip. I remember now, I was suppose to get a little thing of baby powder. I was at Target twice, but I forgot.
I will send lots of love from Canada, love in the shape of a magnet that says "Vancouver." That's not love! But, it might as well be.
For now, I'm watching this movie on Lifetime called "Shattered Vows." There was a nun and a good-looking, young priest parking in a car, it was dark, and the gestures and speech were awkward. Looked good...
-A
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
You know...
"These are sleepwalker bells," Stacy said, "the kids wear them on their wrists. I found them after the flood."
-You know, the flood.
-You know, the flood.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Andrew
So, my betta, Andrew, died. I left the window open a little when I left my dorm Sunday, and I came back Thursday to find the poor thing frozen! When I came in the room of course the first thing I do is see if the fish are fine, and I tapped in the tank where Andrew was "resting," but he didn't respond. :(
I was going to get into all the nice memories I have of that fish, but, well I actually just don't feel like it. I have them in my heart! Ha. Oh shit, he's just a little fish.
Though, the last time I cleaned his tank, I remember this: In my Ethics class, we were talking about the differences between humans and animals. In my strings of thoughts as I was cleaning the tank and thinking about the class, I realized how I make this little contained world for a little fish and how big my world is compared to his. How out of all the things that I do; have a job, read about time warps, write poems, and then I take care of this little insignificant fishy.
He wasn't that insigificant though. He was smart and had personality, for a fish. I took good care of him (until I let him freeze to death, Jesus Christ). When I brought him home, in the pouring rain, from the store he looked like he was going to die of malnourishment and lonliness. Oh, and when I was in the store buying him and his tank, I remember talking to him in the buggy, saying that we were going to be friends.
And when you put your finger up to the tank, or when you put your finger in his water, he would flare at it.
There was the time I put my tiger barb in the tank with him and Andrew beat his ass.
And he always knew it was time to eat when I would take his food container and shake it over the tank, and he would come swimming out from his cuppy and chomp, chomp.
His bubble nests!
He got really healthy and big. I was looking at bettas at the store the other day, before I came back and found him, and I saw how bad these bettas looked. I thought, My fish is so healthy and happy! Meanwhile, the poor thing is suffering and because of me.
It's ironic, that of all people it's me that killed him anyway. I guess I was like God to him...
There's more, like the time he jumped out of my hand while I was cleaning his tank and I freaked out. Or, the time I left him at my parents' house for a week while I was still at schoo, and he apparently was really depressed until I finally came home and he saw me. And then I left the window open. I'm so sorry!!!
So, he has a nice "coffin" to swim around in now. I miss him already.
See you later, Andrew!
I was going to get into all the nice memories I have of that fish, but, well I actually just don't feel like it. I have them in my heart! Ha. Oh shit, he's just a little fish.
Though, the last time I cleaned his tank, I remember this: In my Ethics class, we were talking about the differences between humans and animals. In my strings of thoughts as I was cleaning the tank and thinking about the class, I realized how I make this little contained world for a little fish and how big my world is compared to his. How out of all the things that I do; have a job, read about time warps, write poems, and then I take care of this little insignificant fishy.
He wasn't that insigificant though. He was smart and had personality, for a fish. I took good care of him (until I let him freeze to death, Jesus Christ). When I brought him home, in the pouring rain, from the store he looked like he was going to die of malnourishment and lonliness. Oh, and when I was in the store buying him and his tank, I remember talking to him in the buggy, saying that we were going to be friends.
And when you put your finger up to the tank, or when you put your finger in his water, he would flare at it.
There was the time I put my tiger barb in the tank with him and Andrew beat his ass.
And he always knew it was time to eat when I would take his food container and shake it over the tank, and he would come swimming out from his cuppy and chomp, chomp.
His bubble nests!
He got really healthy and big. I was looking at bettas at the store the other day, before I came back and found him, and I saw how bad these bettas looked. I thought, My fish is so healthy and happy! Meanwhile, the poor thing is suffering and because of me.
It's ironic, that of all people it's me that killed him anyway. I guess I was like God to him...
There's more, like the time he jumped out of my hand while I was cleaning his tank and I freaked out. Or, the time I left him at my parents' house for a week while I was still at schoo, and he apparently was really depressed until I finally came home and he saw me. And then I left the window open. I'm so sorry!!!
So, he has a nice "coffin" to swim around in now. I miss him already.
See you later, Andrew!
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Asbestos Update...
“Frequently Asked Question” file - Basement renovations. Many people have stopped me to inquire about the beautiful color of blue paint on the walls of the new sorting area (formerly known as “Shipping.”) Hammer-Mann Designwerks selected the color. It’s Swiss Blue from Benjamin Moore Paints.
So, there was harmful fibers in the walls and ceilings of the library basement, but let's talk about the PAINT.
The above (in blue) is from my inter-library email, pertaining to the asbestos thing I talked about here on Saturday. Nothing about the oporation, but all about the paint. Funny.
So, there was harmful fibers in the walls and ceilings of the library basement, but let's talk about the PAINT.
The above (in blue) is from my inter-library email, pertaining to the asbestos thing I talked about here on Saturday. Nothing about the oporation, but all about the paint. Funny.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Hubble Telescope, E.T.A. Hoffman...
Rate it! This link takes you to Space.com's Hubble Telescope images. They're all very beautiful, but Space.com wants you to Rate it!, pick your favorite ones. They will probably select the highest rated ones for Space.com wallpapers.
I am reading Tales of Hoffman a collection of short stories by the German horror writer E.T.A. Hoffman. I've read "The Sandman" a few weeks ago, and I enjoyed that. Now I am reading "Mademoiselle de Scudery." It's sort of reminding me of a Noir film, it has mystery and detectives and perversions. Dr. Dennison let me borrow this book again.
Thursday he asked me after class, "Angela, do you have anything to read over Spring break? Want to come look for something to read in my office?" Ooo, look through Dennison's books. How nice is that of him to ask me if I want to borrow a book from him? Whenever I go to his office I find myself panning over his shelves of all the horror, science fiction, surrealism, Irish authors, all the kooky stuff. Lots of out-of-print things, Dover editions, and Penguin Classics. And then there's the dollar store painting the size of a 3x5 notecard that he knocked over when he was telling me about it. It's a neat little thing, with thick paint, Van Gogh 3-D paint strokes (what are those called?), and it's of two women by a body of water and there's a sail boat -I think, it's a little abstract.
But anyway, ETA, TEA, ATE, EAT, E.T.A. Hoffman. I re-borrowed this book to finish reading over break. We read Hoffman in my Vampire Lit class sophomore year, I think the story was called "Aurelia" and it was about ghouls, yum yum. The last scene of the short story was a group of naked women eating dead bodies. I liked that one. A few weeks ago, Dennison shows me this book, says "The Sandman" is something I should read. "It's like they're just written for Angela," he says on the stories. Like I said, I do enjoy it. "The Sandman" had some dark humor in it, scared little children, vampiric woman (actually in this tale, the vampiric woman was only a "robot" sort of, as much as a robot there could have been in the early 1800s. This mad scientist created this woman to do nothing but look pretty and say "Oh!" and "Ah!" and it further eats away at this guy, Nathaniel. He becomes more and more depressed and disillusioned from this woman, but mostly from the haunting of Coppelius, this disgusting, evil, fat, sweaty, ugly man who Nathaniel always had mistaken for the "sandman" when he was young, and who had murdered Nathaniel's father. There's a lot of little plot things in this short story, I think maybe a little too much for it's length (and "Mademoiselle" seems the same way so far), but the theme of the story was that man has no power over things he cannot see. (That was so not PC, Humans have no power over the things she or he cannot see.) Nathaniel feels that the evil and paranormal essences of things like Coppelius and the "robot" woman are in control of him. This is kind of like in The Lost Stradivarius too...
Also, last night I went to Century III Mall with Ringa, Suzanne, and Shannon. It was fun to go to a mall, and I bought a new cardigan. It's gray, it's comfortable, it was 7 dollars, and it tells dirty jokes. We drove around some, at dinner, had icecream at Eat n Park where Ringa knows all the servers and seaters (because she makes friends at restaurants so she can get the good seats and the free drinks. Walking into a restaurant with Ringa is like walking into a place with the Don, and everyone kisses her hand.)
Shannon insisted we drive through the cemetary on the South Side slopes, and the car, of course, got stuck on a patch of ice and were we stuck for about 20 minutes at 3 AM in the cemetary looking down at the city. It was a little creepy and gave me the heebie jeebies!!! In another cemetary we were driving through in West Mifflin, we saw some deer, but we could only see their sillouettes against the sky, which was a little pinkish, reddish, magenta colored. The buck was watching us watch him, very, very still. It was pretty.
I am going home after work today. And in just about three weeks, I'll be off to Vancouver!
I am reading Tales of Hoffman a collection of short stories by the German horror writer E.T.A. Hoffman. I've read "The Sandman" a few weeks ago, and I enjoyed that. Now I am reading "Mademoiselle de Scudery." It's sort of reminding me of a Noir film, it has mystery and detectives and perversions. Dr. Dennison let me borrow this book again.
Thursday he asked me after class, "Angela, do you have anything to read over Spring break? Want to come look for something to read in my office?" Ooo, look through Dennison's books. How nice is that of him to ask me if I want to borrow a book from him? Whenever I go to his office I find myself panning over his shelves of all the horror, science fiction, surrealism, Irish authors, all the kooky stuff. Lots of out-of-print things, Dover editions, and Penguin Classics. And then there's the dollar store painting the size of a 3x5 notecard that he knocked over when he was telling me about it. It's a neat little thing, with thick paint, Van Gogh 3-D paint strokes (what are those called?), and it's of two women by a body of water and there's a sail boat -I think, it's a little abstract.
But anyway, ETA, TEA, ATE, EAT, E.T.A. Hoffman. I re-borrowed this book to finish reading over break. We read Hoffman in my Vampire Lit class sophomore year, I think the story was called "Aurelia" and it was about ghouls, yum yum. The last scene of the short story was a group of naked women eating dead bodies. I liked that one. A few weeks ago, Dennison shows me this book, says "The Sandman" is something I should read. "It's like they're just written for Angela," he says on the stories. Like I said, I do enjoy it. "The Sandman" had some dark humor in it, scared little children, vampiric woman (actually in this tale, the vampiric woman was only a "robot" sort of, as much as a robot there could have been in the early 1800s. This mad scientist created this woman to do nothing but look pretty and say "Oh!" and "Ah!" and it further eats away at this guy, Nathaniel. He becomes more and more depressed and disillusioned from this woman, but mostly from the haunting of Coppelius, this disgusting, evil, fat, sweaty, ugly man who Nathaniel always had mistaken for the "sandman" when he was young, and who had murdered Nathaniel's father. There's a lot of little plot things in this short story, I think maybe a little too much for it's length (and "Mademoiselle" seems the same way so far), but the theme of the story was that man has no power over things he cannot see. (That was so not PC, Humans have no power over the things she or he cannot see.) Nathaniel feels that the evil and paranormal essences of things like Coppelius and the "robot" woman are in control of him. This is kind of like in The Lost Stradivarius too...
Also, last night I went to Century III Mall with Ringa, Suzanne, and Shannon. It was fun to go to a mall, and I bought a new cardigan. It's gray, it's comfortable, it was 7 dollars, and it tells dirty jokes. We drove around some, at dinner, had icecream at Eat n Park where Ringa knows all the servers and seaters (because she makes friends at restaurants so she can get the good seats and the free drinks. Walking into a restaurant with Ringa is like walking into a place with the Don, and everyone kisses her hand.)
Shannon insisted we drive through the cemetary on the South Side slopes, and the car, of course, got stuck on a patch of ice and were we stuck for about 20 minutes at 3 AM in the cemetary looking down at the city. It was a little creepy and gave me the heebie jeebies!!! In another cemetary we were driving through in West Mifflin, we saw some deer, but we could only see their sillouettes against the sky, which was a little pinkish, reddish, magenta colored. The buck was watching us watch him, very, very still. It was pretty.
I am going home after work today. And in just about three weeks, I'll be off to Vancouver!
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Watch out for the asbestos
-said one of my co-workers (at the Carnegie Library) this morning. Indeed, when I reached the basement I noticed that the shipping department was all closed off with a bright orange and black sign saying "DANGEROUS! KEEP OUT!"
This is some text from an inter-library email:
Notice of Asbestos Abatement Work:
The removal and disposal of asbestos-containing materials will be conducted as a part of the Main Library basement renovation work. Abatement is required under United States Environmental Protection Agency and Allegheny County Health Department regulations when renovation work will impact asbestos-containing materials.
The work will be done in accordance with all applicable US EPA, OSHA, PA Department of Environmental Protection, PA Department of Labor & Industry and Allegheny County Health Department rules, standards and regulations. A licensed, asbestos abatement contractor shall conduct the abatement according to project requirements and all applicable regulations.
The work areas will be isolated from entry by building occupants. Continuous air monitoring shall be conducted throughout the duration of the work to ensure the integrity of the work areas and the safety of building occupants.It is common for asbestos abatement work to be conducted inside occupied buildings. The health and safety of building occupants is of primary importance.
So, I'm at work now...
meanwhile, from Shontae's bloogity bloog- "I belched in the posh Indian restaurant
(I'll call this one an homage to Angela)"
I heart you, Shontae. I heart you and I miss you, you bitch.
This is some text from an inter-library email:
Notice of Asbestos Abatement Work:
The removal and disposal of asbestos-containing materials will be conducted as a part of the Main Library basement renovation work. Abatement is required under United States Environmental Protection Agency and Allegheny County Health Department regulations when renovation work will impact asbestos-containing materials.
The work will be done in accordance with all applicable US EPA, OSHA, PA Department of Environmental Protection, PA Department of Labor & Industry and Allegheny County Health Department rules, standards and regulations. A licensed, asbestos abatement contractor shall conduct the abatement according to project requirements and all applicable regulations.
The work areas will be isolated from entry by building occupants. Continuous air monitoring shall be conducted throughout the duration of the work to ensure the integrity of the work areas and the safety of building occupants.It is common for asbestos abatement work to be conducted inside occupied buildings. The health and safety of building occupants is of primary importance.
So, I'm at work now...
meanwhile, from Shontae's bloogity bloog- "I belched in the posh Indian restaurant
(I'll call this one an homage to Angela)"
I heart you, Shontae. I heart you and I miss you, you bitch.
Friday, March 04, 2005
It's 10:17 in the PM
My lips are a little tingly. I hope I didn't eat something I am secretly allergic to. Like icecream or bottled water.
I scared Andrew by throwing my bottle of nail polish on the dresser. He was swimming up to me to say HI, but I scared him, and I tried to apologize. But he swam into his cuppy. Only, he bumped his nose on it before resituating himself and saying "I hate you! You don't understand me! Leave me alone!" slamming the door and putting on Mellon Collie and the Infinite Saddness.
Dana and I are swapping CDs for copying and making mixes for our FRIENDS. I can't guarentee that I will actually get a cd out this evening, being that 6 hours ago I said, "Yeah, I'm going to make a cd," and I still haven't the slightest what is going to be on it.
Meanwhile, only record listening to tonight, being that I am to be making cds. Compact Dics.
I scared Andrew by throwing my bottle of nail polish on the dresser. He was swimming up to me to say HI, but I scared him, and I tried to apologize. But he swam into his cuppy. Only, he bumped his nose on it before resituating himself and saying "I hate you! You don't understand me! Leave me alone!" slamming the door and putting on Mellon Collie and the Infinite Saddness.
Dana and I are swapping CDs for copying and making mixes for our FRIENDS. I can't guarentee that I will actually get a cd out this evening, being that 6 hours ago I said, "Yeah, I'm going to make a cd," and I still haven't the slightest what is going to be on it.
Meanwhile, only record listening to tonight, being that I am to be making cds. Compact Dics.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Pigs in a Blanket
Since I am going home for a week starting tomorrow, my mom wants to go out to eat with me. We always do that when we get together. Plus, I owe her, so I will be paying. Just now, I had the urge to go to Perkin's, which isn't even around here. There is one in Breezewood, off the PA Turnpike, and we go to it for breakfast when driving to my grandparent's place. I haven't gone out that way for a really long time, and I don't know why I would suddenly want to go there. They have good pancakes, in fact, they have good Pigs in a Blanket...
Will I make it to Breezewood on time?
To be continued.
Will I make it to Breezewood on time?
To be continued.
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