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29 WED 2002 - 9.48p
today was chiropractic fun day. what an experience that was!! i have no idea what to think of it, but i am keeping my expectations low. the doc seemed to think that a combination of newt's teeth and saddle are what's making him out of whack. he said that he was off in quite a few places (neck, withers, back under the saddle, and pelvis). the first thing he did was something to elongate the spine. he grabbed a hold of newt's tail and told me that as he leaned back, pulling the tail, newt would lean forward... i was like, "yeah, right. he's gonna give you a hoof to the face, buddy." but sure enough, newt put his nose almost all the way to the ground and stretched out like a cat when this guy leaned his weight back. unreal!

he adjusted every place where his spine was off... it didn't really seem like he did too much because newt hardly reacted. he'd just jump a little when the guy did the adjustment. when he adjusted his withers, i could hear a slight 'pop' and that was a little icky, but i'm sure it was good. newt remained very calm the whole time and even had moments where he looked downright relaxed. it was crazy, because he showed me such weird things... like newt's hips aren't equally level (because his spine is off in the pelvis). he gave me some homeopathic anti-inflammatory stuff to give to newt for the next week. i get to ride him again on friday. we also have homework: stretching excercises for newter. i have to take a carrot, and put it back by his hip and make him reach around for it. he can do it really well one way, but the other way he really struggles to bend around to get it. he tries very hard, though, because he likes carrots.

so... if the saddle is indeed the culprit, i'll know fairly quickly. i do have robin's saddle now, which i really believe newt likes better than my own. i guess i'll have to try to get as much as i can for mine, and try to find something new. it would be great to be able to find something used instead of pouring a ton of money into a new saddle (which i'd have to break in... yuck!)... but i'm keeping an open mind. i'm going to borrow several saddles from friends and see if i can find something newt and i both agree on.

nothing else new to report. i work with ivy again tomorrow. fun!

28 MAY 2002 - 8.06p
i am decided. i want to be one of the deals, only lacey claims i am not greasy enough to be a deal. fuck it, i can try to be greasier. i will try with all my might. the life as naked o'malley is not nearly so much fun as it used to be... i want to be naked deal.

today i started my new job with ivy. we looked at blues clues stuff on the internet and tried to print out a picture of joe, only we were failures. maybe next time.

tomorrow we take newt to the vet. i'm nervous. and very skeptical. oh well... like tricia pointed out, physical therapy was considered "alternative medicine" fifty years ago... and now it's super common. we'll see, i guess. i have nothing to lose except more money.

my birthday is in less than a month!!! we will begin celebrating a bit early this year, as my party is june 14. anybody and everybody is invited... email me for directions. i promise, it will be better than the taco party because it is at lacey's and stupid bob sure as hell won't be there.

hey, guess what? today i realized that i am in a very powerful position. i guess i hadn't quite thought of it before, which is odd. it made me laugh out loud when i thought of it. somebody must trust me an awful lot... that makes me laugh a little bit, too.

26 MAY 2002 - 9.08p
Tricia and I trailered our horses to the park today. I figured a long walk certainly wouldn't kill Newt if the light exercise isn't making him worse (it isn't really making him any better, though). We had a really nice time... it was a beautiful day and I gladly spent it on the back of my horse. I can barely manage to get through a visit to the barn without getting a little teary and depressed... I really needed a day like today to just enjoy my horse for what he is. He got off the trailer and was VERY full of himself, probably looking for a horse show. That depressed me... but it was so nice to ride along the river and not have to think about whether or not my horse was lame.

He's going to see the "witch doctor" on Wednesday. I'm a little nervous... but I guess I've exhausted all my other sources. I'd like to have some faith in the whole holistic medicine thing... but truthfully, I don't know too terribly much about it.

Something interesting about my horse issues lately... I rode Newtie last night after work. It was starting to get dark and I was the only person at the barn and I didn't feel like getting off and running inside to turn the outdoor ring lights on (I was riding there)... so I just tried to rush and get a decent workout in before it was too dark. Newt felt slightly shitty (I'm convinced Robin's saddle is helping!), but not horrible... I cantered a bit and he wanted to GO, so I let him. I have no idea what came over me, but there was a little (2') jump set up in the ring... I cantered Newt over it twice. It was the first time I've jumped him since October. I really had to fight the tears back and I'm not sure why. He galloped off after the jump both times, shaking his head and playing like he was just so happy to jump. I trotted him then and he felt completely 100% sound... really weird. I don't know if he was just all excited from jumping and forgot he was lame or what. I just don't know.

Tonight I'm going to karaoke with Victoria. I haven't seen her in a couple of months, so it's about time for us to update one another on recent goings on. She's probably going to kill me. Oh well.

It's really been a boring weekend. I'm back to typing with caps. Don't know how or why that happened again. I should get ready to meet Victoria now.

24 MAY 2002 - 4.38p
Looks like I may have myself a second job. I'm very excited about it, mainly because it's with my dear friend Ivy. I will also be grateful for the extra income. I'm going in on Tuesday to meet the people to make sure they approve of Ivy's recommendation (I'm sure it was glowing).

Last night John and I went to see a Mexican film called y tu mama tambien. fuck caps. i'm done capitalizing properly... how did i ever get into that habit, anyway? back to what i was saying... the film wasn't so bad. i did not fall asleep, and i actually left in a much better mood than i was when i got there. thanks for taking me out, john. i had a nice time. and i don't even care that you didn't call me once yet today... yeah, right.

i'm fairly certain i'm depressed again. i've had a few high points in the week, but as far as other things go, i'm feeling quite shitty. i wish i could get out of it. i haven't heard back from the vet/chiro yet. the more time goes by without hearing from them, the more skeptical i am growing that it's actually going to work. i really have to talk to joanne about things.

i have to take a shower and go to work now. have a good weekend, everybody.

23 MAY 2002 - 7.25p
I'm not really sure where to start. I guess yeterday would work... so... yesterday, not much happened. Lacey came over and we watched that creepy guy jump off a pole on tv. Then we made a very brief appearance at 80's night... it was so lame. I'm glad we left when we did. We came back here and I burned the best Breeders song onto a cd for Lacey... the song appeared 11 times on the cd, along with a few other gems. I think Lacey enjoyed it.

Today I went out to Robin's in the morning to pick up her saddle and play with her horses. It was fun... the Eh? horse seems to be doing well. I think he was happy to see me, because he got all snuggly and sweet with me. He's a cutie. Riding him was odd... he was very good with steering and such, but he kept spooking at dumb things... and the spooks were more than just gawky baby spooks. They were the type of spook where the horse runs sideways across the arena with no warning. He was much braver than that at Timberlane. Weird.

Then I went to ride Newt. I wish I could say it was great riding him in her saddle, but things didn't feel all that different... so I don't know what to do. Give it a day, I guess... that's all I can do. I did call the vet/chiropractor guy today to try to set something up for next week... but the receptionist had no idea what I was talking about when I said I needed to set up an appointment at Dr. Sivula's house... so hopefully someone will get back to me on it.

I do plan on looking at a horse soon. I might call on him tomorrow... I just don't feel on doing it tonight. He's a thoroughbred, off the track... and he looks pretty cute and athletic in his picture. I think with his high socks he might be able to be double registered as a paint, in addition to his thoroughbred papers. I have owned quarter horses for ten years... and if I get him, I obviously won't be showing the AQHA circuit anymore. I really need to decide what I'm doing... I just wish things would fall into place.

Tonight I'm going to see a film with John. I have no idea what we're going to see. I guess I can always fall asleep during the film if I hate it.

21 MAY 2002 - 8.21p
I just had the most amusing conversation with Joanne. She walked into the room just now and asked if the cd playing is what I've been searching for all day. I said it was. Then...

Joanne: I don't remember the Breeders sounding like this.
Me: So, how did they sound then?
Joanne: Not like this! They did that song that went hmm hmm hmmm hmm (more humming... and even more humming). A little girl sang it.
Me: What are you talking about?
Joanne: Weren't they from Ireland?
Me: Um, no. They're from Dayton.
Joanne: Really? What did they sing? Could you hum something like I just did?
Me: Um, no.
Joanne: Well, this definitely doesn't sound like the Breeders. I can't believe you looked all day for this.

21 MAY 2002 - 8.06p
Finally found the Breeders cd. I can't even count how many stores I went to/called... it finally appeared, in the most magical of ways. Maybe today wasn't a complete waste. I can rest now. If anybody would like a copy of this, I will gladly burn it for you, providing you buy me a drink. I have been through too much for this cd to freely give it away without some sort of reward in return. Seriously... this has been a day long adventure.

In other news, I spent the majority of my day yesterday in a deep, ugly funk. Despite my haircut this morning, and my obsession with trying to find Title TK, I am still not myself. I had a minor breakdown at the barn, while grazing the Newt. Tricia innocently asked me how he was doing, and I lost it. Later on, I lost it again when she asked me what my mom thought of my horse situation. It's weird, because this is the most stress I have had to deal with in a while... and I'm not even in school. Sigh, I miss school. There is nothing that makes me feel so lazy and apathetic as CSU.

I do fully intend on becoming an alcoholic, starting tomorrow night. If anybody wants a copy of the cd, please bring me a bevvy tomorrow night, and I will burn my heart out for you. Then you have to leave, because I want to drink alone... like a true alcoholic!

[now playing: the breeders - 'title tk'... it's about damn time.]

21 MAY 2002 - 1.12p
I have been everywhere trying to find the Breeders cd. In fact, I have lost count of how many places I've gone to. The most amusing was when I asked a kid (probably not older than 19) at a record store if today was indeed the day it came out. He looked at me and said, "the Breeders...?" like he was completely baffled. I am in an alternate universe where they don't exist, apparently.

The last place I went to did say that the distributor ran out and that they should have them tomorrow. I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!! Don't they understand?!?!

21 MAY 2002 - 3.36a
The Breeders are touring again. I will cry if I don't see them. I'm not going to let what might have happened with Belle and Sebastian happen again. We will get tickets ASAP. I don't know where I'm going to see them... but I will. I want to see them in Toronto. Tomorrow (today), I will buy the new album.

I got a new toothbrush. It kicks ass. Tomorrow I am having my hair cut. I will be a new girl... and I will get the new Breeders cd after my haircut. I am going to force it to be a good day, since today wasn't.

I just got home from Ed's. We boozed and the hedset boys played on a treadmill with a little car. I laughed. And Ed confirmed that it is possible to be my friend and cuddle with me. I'm just like that.

19 MAY 2002 - 11.19p
Forget what I said about Jeff Probst. He's only 5'9". Gross.

19 MAY 2002 - 11.09p
I would totally do it to Jeff Probst. I want Brett to go on Survivor because he might be able to hook me up with Jeff Probst. Hey, Brett... let me know if you want me to make your tape. You could go to Thailand!

I'm really sore from riding that horse yesterday. It saddens me that I'm so out of shape.

What's up with the Preston School of Industry on a Labatt's commercial? Bleh. First the Shins, now this.

I don't really have anything else to talk about. I'm reading Ethan Frome right now. Survivor is over. I'm actually putting in decent hours at work. I need a haircut, and I'm going to try to get one this week. I finally took Belle and Sebastian out of my cd player in my car... I put in Ryan Adams again... still in love with track 9. I think that's about it, really.

19 MAY 2002 - 12.45a
Oh, I am so tired. I know I said I would update sooner... but it has been a very interesting few days. Nothing could have prepared me for it. My emotions have totally been all over the fucking place... if it isn't one thing, it's another. I'm actually doing well, despite any dramas. What else can I do? If I let myself get upset, I'm admitting defeat.

We saw Ted Leo on Thursday night. He was adorable as ever, even if he wasn't wearing his denim Slayer jacket. However, John is significantly taller than Teddy... so... John - 1, Teddy - 0... in case anybody is keeping score.

Friday morning, I spent a good portion of my morning on the phone with an equine chiropractor/vet in Jefferson, Ohio. I'm still waiting for his references, which were supposed to be phoned to me by that afternoon. Hrmm. Anyhow, he could totally sense my frustration and even though he won't travel to Timberlane for just one horse, and his clinic won't accomdate horses (he does small animals in the clinic, travels out for the horses), he offered to let me haul Newt to his own house. I told him the entire history of my problems with Newt... he was very sympathetic and assured me he would try his best to help. I am very skeptical about this, but it's worth a shot. I'm at the end of my rope, and I don't know what else to do. I don't believe the horse has any leg or foot problems, as previously diagnosed... and what this guy had to offer about my troubles seemed to make sense.

I worked last night, and again this morning... and I work the next three days. Not fun, especially since I know the majority of my shift on Monday and Tuesday will involve sitting in front of the computer editing the mailing list. I don't know how computer nerds like David can sit in front of a screen for that long. Complete insanity, I tell you.

Tonight I went out to eat with my friend Stephanie. She has a few really cool horses... one of which is a horse that competes at CCI** events (a big effing deal!) at the Intermediate level. Truman (her horse at this level) is a true athlete, and a few years ago I used to help her ride him when she didn't have time. I got to ride him again today... holy shit, I am out of shape. Since the level that Truman competes at is extremely grueling, he has to stay conditioned... he has a predetermined schedule of exactly what he's supposed to do. Today he had to trot for thirty minutes, and then do two sets of 8 minute gallops. Fuck, I could barely get him through the thirty minutes of trotting... I had to break to the walk once or twice, but I tried. By the time we got to the gallops, my legs were jello. I really want to ride as well as I used to, and riding crippled Newt (who never has to do this type of intense work, even when he's showing every weekend) isn't really helping me to do that. So... Stephanie has offered Truman to me a couple of times a week. I get to ride one of the top horses in the nation at this level, and improve my riding all at the same time. It's really cool of her to let me do that.

Anyhow, Steph and I went out to eat tonight after a session at the barn. It was good to hang out with her... we used to be fairly close a few years ago, but between my horse show travels and her completely different horse show travels (she spends winters in Florida to show and train!), we haven't been able to sit down and talk for a long time. It was a good night, and really interesting to see how we both accomplished our goals and were kind of at a "now what?" stage in our riding careers. She and I have both had several national placings, which neither of us would have predicted three years ago... and we're both struggling to figure out what to do next. Luckily, she has the means to own several young prospects that she can bring through the ranks, all the while keeping her reliable upper-level Truman. I'm thinking of starting to look for a young prospect again. I sent out some emails just now...

I have no idea what I'm doing. About anything.

15 MAY 2002 - 1.18a
Thanks to Paul Cox for putting the Alanis Morisette lyric generator link on his blog. We had a lot of fun with it today... I would like to include one I wrote with Alanis, called "Will to Live." Although it may seem true to life, I assure you, nobody is breaking my will to live... especially John.

"Will to Live"

I feel miserable
Wives make me ill
I feel miserable
Cigarettes tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Too many drinks are dragging me down to the depths of misery
I want to die

Is it because of married boys that I feel this way?
With the brown rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of steve from blues clues, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.

John Broke My Will to Live
John Broke My Will to Live
John Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
John Broke My Will to Live

I feel miserable
Belle and sebastian records rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Blues clues handy dandy notebooks defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Cars are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die

Is it because of married boys that I feel this way?
With the brown rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Am I lost in tale of steve from blues clues, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.

John Broke My Will to Live
John Broke My Will to Live
Oh God, john Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
John Broke My Will to Live

Honestly, John... you did not break my will to live. I just thought the random lyric generator was a hoot. Thanks, Paul Cox. This made my day.

I would like to add that I will probably not be writing a blog entry until Friday. I like my blog too much, so I want to distance myself from it a bit... if you know what I mean.

14 MAY 2002 - 12.49p
You know how I don't eat meat? Well, I am feeling really shitty and sad right now, so I'm going to go to Burger King to get a Shaq Pack. That is the only thing that's going to make me feel better, I swear. The fries come with cheese!

[now plaing: belle and sebastian - 'fold your hands child, you walk like a peasant']

14 MAY 2002 - 12.11a
Tired. I thought I was going to bed almost an hour ago after I got off the phone with John. But then I decided I wouldn't be able to fall asleep with my stomach rumbling, so I ate. Now I can't sleep because I am too full. Gah.

Tonight at work, I told Marcy my whole car drama... she couldn't believe I didn't have my own set of jumper cables. Good god, why would I have a need for my own jumper cables?! Apparently she does... and good thing, too, because she left her lights on at work tonight and needed a jump from me to get home. Crazy.

It should be a good week. Hopefully I will get to see John tomorrow... then I work with Marcy again on Wednesday, which means we'll probably go for Long Island ice teas after work because we are trashy... and on Thursday, John and I are going to see Ted Leo because he is hot.

Horse is well... he wasn't so gimpy today... didn't even feel a trace of the hitch in his stride. I'd really like to jump him this year, but I'll take what I can get, I guess.

I smoke too much.

[now playing: the pixies - 'doolittle' cd]

13 MAY 2002 - 12.06a
I forgot to add that I saw some dumb girl from high school at the after party. She was stupid, and she totally remembered my name, but I had no idea what hers was... she wasn't even in my class! I think she was a year younger. Oh well. It was just a weird place to run into somebody.

12 MAY 2002 - 10.39p
Okay... I am slightly rested now, and barely in a better mood than I was yesterday. I feel up for tackling my blog now.

John came over Thursday... we visited for a while, and when he left I probably should have started on a paper that was due the following morning. No... I sat around and watched Survivor and then Ivy called because she needed the Dave Davis final. She came over and we were going to go out for coffee... I wanted to show her how clean my car was... but the dome light wouldn't go on... it was kind of half-assed on, like the battery was dying. Ivy suggested I try starting my car, as all signs were pointing towards a dead battery. Sure enough, it was as dead as could be. So, we decided to get coffee and then call Triple A. But at some point while driving for coffee, I decided to call Brett because he is smart and always knows what to do in states of emergency. He agreed it was the battery, and conveniently Paul H was there, and he had jumper cables. They came over to my house, and Ivy and I stopped at the store. Brett had to pull his car on the grass to hook the cable things up to my car. My car still wouldn't start. I don't know if Brett and Paul H just didn't do it right or what... I will still maintain that Brett is one of the smartest people I know.

Anyhow, after it wouldn't start, I had a minor fit in my driveway... I was on the phone bitching at Joanne, who was bitching at me... we were trying to change fuses... I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that I had to drive to Detroit the next day to see Belle and Sebastian with Amy. There was no way in hell I could miss it. I was slightly less concerned about my paper that was due at 8:30 the following morning. Brett and Paul went home. Ivy stayed to work on her Dave Davis final. I called Triple A and waited for them to come. Oh yeah, here's a new view of Ivy, since I'm sure you're all tired of looking at her cleavage.

Triple A finally came, and gave me a jump which worked on the first try. Hmm... guess it wasn't a fuse. I was still a little scared about driving, etc. the next day, but these sorts of things ALWAYS happen to me, so I'm pretty used to it by now. All I can really do is shrug it off, you know?

Ivy typed her final on my computer and then emailed it to Dave Davis. I thought I'd share part of the email that Ivy sent to Mr. Davis. Part of it is cut off, but you can still kind of tell what it says. Actually, she didn't send it, but she had fun creating some hypothetical emails to DD.

I was grateful that Ivy stuck around long enough to make sure I wasn't going to die. After she left, I continued drinking the Boone's and wrote my paper in a rush. I think I finished well after 2 a.m. Yuck.

My car started like a champ in the morning, and I rushed off to school to turn in my paper. While I was walking back to my car, I realized I hadn't sold my books back yet and figured I'd run home, then drive back to school, as the extra cash would be helpful in Detroit. I went home, changed my clothes for riding, and gathered all of my books, then drove downtown again... oh, and I stopped and got a bagel on the way. Once I was done waiting in line, I found out I needed my student ID to sell my books. Ha. What ID? That was stolen with everything else at New Year's. Oh well... the guy said they could do it with a copy of my schedule and another photo ID. Bah. I got in my car and drove to see Newt.

I got home from Newt, packed in a rush, printed out my school schedule and figured I'd drive to CSU for one final time and leave for Detroit directly from school. I called Amy on my way to school, just to let her know I was running late. While I was talking to her, it occurred to me that I'd left the clothes I was planning on wearing to the show that night hanging in my closet. BAH! So I finished driving to school, sold my books, came home, picked up my clothes, and then FINALLY I was on my way to Detroit.

The ride was smooth... my car was a saint. I actually arrived in Detroit slightly before Amy, but it all worked out because I couldn't find the hotel. I drove past it about twelve times before I finally saw it. Cell phones are great, because I was able to talk to her and help her find it, too, all while standing outside so she could see me and find the hotel better than I did.

It was good to see Amy again... it's been a few years! We were so terribly excited and happy to get the room after some drama at the desk. Our cars were valet parked and I just tried not to imagine anything bad happening to my car in scary Detroit while someone else had the keys for it. We went up to our room... I had all my stuff and Amy had the bin.

We showered and made ourselves presentable. I was tired, after only a few hours of sleep, but I couldn't help but be excited for the show. Amy and I both decided not to take our cameras, as we were afraid we'd be stuck at the door of the theater if they were found. We took a cab to the venue... it's too bad it was a short ride, as our cab driver was quite the comedian. He was asking what we were doing that night... Amy told him we were going to see a Scottish band. He asked if they wore kilts... then he suggested that if we liked looking at men's legs, we should take a look at his three legs. Woah Nellie!

The line was around the block when we got to the State Theater... we trudged to the back of the line, and got our wristbands to drink. The guy who gave them to us told us that we could go to the State Bar (attached to the Theater) for a pre-show drink and then just get into the venue through a side entrance once doors opened. I was all about going to the bar... it was surprisingly uncrowded, considering the masses just outside. We had enough time for like two sips of a beer, then they opened the doors and we breezed right through. Security never checked us (boys were getting patted down, girls were being waved through), so we totally could have sneaked cameras in without a problem. LAME.

We met up with Amy's friends Shawn and Emily in front of the stage. They were in the very front, centered for prime sound, as Shawn was taping the show. Yay, bootleggers! While Amy talked to them, I noticed the friend of the guy next to me was running to the bar. I was about done with my beer, so I asked if he'd get me one while he was up there because I didn't want to move. He had no problem with it, which was super cool of him. The guy next to me (friend of the bar runner) started talking to me. Turns out he was from Cleveland, too. He was very tall and he works at the museum. And he'd seen Belle and Sebastian in NYC, Philly, and Toronto. But then he started getting all snotty and when he found out I had horses, he called me a WASP and I didn't want to talk to him anymore. His friend came back with my beer and I stopped talking to him.

The Slumber Party played... I had seen them already on New Year's Eve, opening for Yo La Tengo. I didn't like them then, I didn't like them the second time, either. Boring. Belle and Sebastian came on and I was awed. We were so very, very close and they sounded so very, very good. Honestly... there were a million of them on stage... and they were so smooth and so perfect and the sound was amazing. They played such good songs! And the tour manager (I think his name was Neil) was celebrating the birth of his baby daughter that day... and they passed around a bottle of champagne and I was lucky enough to get one of the first swigs. But I'm convinced that if I get herpes somewhere along the line, it will be from sharing a bottle with a bunch of nasty people. During my favorite song, "Dirty Dream Number Two," Stuart pulled these twin girls on stage to dance. It was cute, and they got to do the spoken part of the song and then hold the microphone for Stuart for the last verse.

After the show was over (we got an encore!), we milled around and got a ride to the afterparty thing with a girl named Julie. She seemed nice enough. The dancing twins were coming with us, too. They were cute and from Canada and sweet. After much driving around (and stopping for directions), we finally found the Museum of Contemporary Art where the afterparty was being held. It really wasn't much of a museum, but the party was cool. I ran into Larry walking into the place... he was headed out to get some liquor, so I had him get me some beer. We hung out for a while, Amy introduced me to so many people and I can't remember any of their names right now. It was fun, very social. I went to look for Larry, as he'd been gone for quite a bit and I found him outside. My bottle opener was back at the hotel on my keys. It sucked, especially when he decided to buy Heineken for me (which was fine, except for having to ask people for a bottle opener). We partied and danced and drank and were silly... half the band was there, which was neat. I had a good time. Yay.

We found Julie asleep in her car and woke her up to drive us back. She'd driven 12 hours straight from Philly and was planning on sleeping the night in Detroit in her car... crazy girl. So we brought her back to our hotel room and let her crash there, because we're nice like that. Amy and I were starving, so we decided to break into the food she'd brought with her. It was on ice in the Meijer bags she'd brought it in... only the ice was from earlier in the afternoon... so it was kind of a drippy mess. Amy straightened the mess out and soon we had a delightful tray of goodies! It was so unbelievably nice to eat, as neither one of us had really had any food during the day.

We ate the yummy spinach dip and rye bread and cheese and crackers and then we got silly and started taking pictures since we didn't get to take any at the show. I found out that if you take a picture of yourself in a mirror, you won't be able to see your face because of the flash. And, if you take a picture of yourself and a friend in a mirror, you won't be able to see yourself, or your friend. Oh well.

Amy reorganized her Scrabble board. You see, she likes to play a special kind of Scrabble that involves pot, I guess.

Oh, the entire time we were eating and being silly, that Julie girl was asleep. I didn't hear a peep from her, nor did I hear a peep from her in the morning. She was gone when I woke up (so was Amy, but she had to leave for Chicago early with the Canadian twin girls).

After sleeping and waking up and driving home and stuff, I was so sad that I didn't get to go to Chicago. I wanted to so badly, as I'd had so much fun in Detroit. But I'm hearing that Chicago wasn't as much fun... I feel bad, because I was so cranky yesterday that I wished the Chicago-goers a bad time. Sorry about that. I'm still sad I didn't get to go, even if it wasn't as much fun... I really wanted to be there.

I'm tired of the blog. Goodnight.

12 MAY 2002 - 1.20a
I am tired and cranky because I am not in Chicago. David just called and told me a few songs Belle and Sebastian played there... of course, they were all the songs I wanted to hear that they didn't play in Detroit. I didn't want to talk to him after that. So I didn't. I am really pissed I was not in Chicago. Grouchy. And very sad, too. I'm just having a bad day... probably from lack of sleep or whatever, but I don't want anybody to have a good time tonight in Chicago (no offense).

I'm very tired. I'm sure I'll write more about it tomorrow. Just to summarize... my car died on Thursday night, I was sure I probably wasn't going to the show. Then my car came back to life. I went to the show, had such a nice time (the only thing that might have made it nicer... I'll stop myself from saying it. I know somebody knows what I'm talking about). Had too good of a time at the afterparty... I think I was giving beer away left and right. My car wasn't broken into. Yeah, I'll talk more later.

I'm also supposed to mention that if anybody is interested in my friend John from German class (not to be confused with that "other John"), you can send me an email and I'll get you his number. All of a sudden my website has turned into an online dating service and I am ashamed. But I totally don't care because I am exhausted. I'm tired and emotional and stuff. Happy, John?

One more thing... Brigid, if you read this, I am too sleep deprived to email you. Maybe tomorrow! I just wanted you to know I listened to the Ryan Adams cd and loved it. Track 9 is excellent, and that track alone kept me occupied a good portion of my drive to Detroit. Thank you!!!

05 MAY 2002 - 5.07p
Aahhhh... school is almost over. We had our last German class on Friday. Ivy and I went to school together, stopping at the West Side Market to pick up a lovely raspberry torte for Professor Hinze. There was enough for the whole class, but of course we forgot simple things like utensils and napkins, so we had to make do with paper towels. The cake was delicous, as shown here by George. He couldn't get enough of it... and he also couldn't get enough of Ivy. Here is a nice picture of some of the members of our German class with our beloved Professor Hinze. And I'd like to mention that George feels like he doesn't get enough shout outs here. Hey, George... what's up?

Ivy and I had absolutely nothing to do on Friday night... so after dismissing the idea of going to Cleveland's only all-male review, we went to the bank and then to the Super K. Just inside, we stopped to check out all of the prizes we could win for fifty cents in the giant claw game. Ivy really had her eye on the Mexico license plate frame. We wandered around a bit, and I started taking down some ideas for potential birthday gifts (reminder... my birthday is June 27th. I'll be 21!)... If I wasn't afraid of water, I would want this. And if I enjoyed fishing, I might want this, that is, assuming that is for fishing. It was really gross, whatever it's supposed to be used for. I do not want a bike for my birthday, as I have apparently forgotten how to ride one. We looked at toys, including this fine Ken doll. Hmmmm... I wonder what his "surprise gift" for Barbie could be? I finally decided that should I get a Ken doll for my birthday, I want it to be this one... concert Ken... complete with tickets and binoculars! And I would make him take the Princess of China (pictured on his right) to see somebody shitty like the Dave Matthews Band.

As if our visit to the super K wasn't disturbing enough, we saw this and this. What's really disturbing is that the lard boxes are slightly askew, suggesting that somebody has either purchased some, or considered purchasing some. Bleh! And our little Ivy had us all convinced she was a vegan... I learned at super K that she loves nothing more than a big, thick sausage. She also had fun playing with the coconuts, which really do have milk inside!

I had a pretty shitty day at work on Saturday. Lil' Jen had to take her SATs and left me on the busiest morning of the marble show all alone. Gah! Insanity! Luckily, Lacey showed up out of nowhere. Whew! We had a good time... I let her play with a marble that costs nearly 0. I think it was a Mark Matthews predator series cheetah. I know my marbles. Work kind of sucked after Lacey left. I don't want to talk about how I got scammed big time... hopefully the situation righted itself after I left. I'm a little ashamed and embarrassed to go in for the reception tonight... I'll have to face Maggie and apologize profusely for being stupid.

Last night we went to see the Whores play at the Symposium. I had a great time with Lacey, and it was certainly fun to hear Ray change the lyrics to my favorite ATW song to what I think they should be. Funny stuff, yeah.

I had quite possibly one of the most entertaining conversations I have ever had with John last night. I was half asleep for most of it, but I do remember talking about Blues Clues. I'm not really sure what else to say about it, other than I just wanted to mention it so he could smile about it on Monday when he finally gets to read the blog.

02 MAY 2002 - 9.24p
I'd like to warmly thank my good friend Paul Cox for once again linking to my blog from his. I love you, Paul Cox.

I'd also like to take this time to direct people looking for pictures from the Taco Party to my ...

HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I just went to see what date I wrote the Taco Party entry was written on... and somebody has invaded my blog!! No worries, though... it was just my beloved Paul Cox! Thank you for archiving for me, as well as updating my links! And an extra special thanks for that Breeders record that I've wanted for my entire life. So, when exactly will you be mailing it?

Anyhow. The Taco Party entry can be found by clicking the most recent archive in the links on your left. I think the date of the entry might have been April 27. All pictures are available there.

Tonight was my very last Dave Davis class ever! Will I miss it? No. He tried to get me to read some paper I wrote on Paul Cox the glass blower. No way, I wasn't going to read it aloud, in front of the whole class. Mostly because it was all bunk. I don't think Paul Cox really blows glass (unless he's been hiding something from me!). It was kind of sad, because it was the last class I will ever have with my dear friend John... except for those two classes we have together next week, right John?

Drama started to unfold yesterday when Joanne informed me that she will be out of town next Thursday through Saturday... that left me without a dogsitter for the Pheebs while I'm at Belle and Sebastian with dear Amy. Sensing my desparation, Amy promptly emailed my friends, making a plea for one of them to watch my dog. I was beginning to feel a bit defeated, but Ivy has offered to watch my lovely Phoebe. I told her she could even kidnap her if she wanted, as long as she returned her home safely by the time I came back from Michigan. Thank you, Amy. Thank you, Ivy. I love you both.

I'm going to leave Paul Cox's blog entry down there. It's cute. So, Paul Cox... don't erase it.

02 MAY 2002 - 2.05a
hi meghan. this is paul cox. i'm sorry we don't talk as frequently as we used to, but i wanted to let you know that i'll be mailing you the breeders record that you've wanted for, like, ever. i also archived last month for you, because i'm just as nice as david is. good night.

love,
paul