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I reconnected with a friend from high school recently. It was kind of weird the way that it happened. I had been looking for this person for ages. She and I were best friends in high school. In our junior year, her family moved to another state, but she wasn’t that far away. We spent summers and long holidays together.

After graduation, we both enrolled in college. I very quickly, say after 1 class, decided that I was not in the right frame of mind to be in school and decided to take a year off. My friend was experiencing a similar situation. She eventually dropped out and came to live with me.

What happened from there was a big, long, stinky stream of ick. I will sum it up with the fact that she didn’t live with me for long and after she moved out, we didn’t speak again for well over a year. I called her up one day, just because I was thinking about her, and she told me she had had a baby and wasn’t returning to college. That was August of 1997.

After that, I thought about her often. I think you can relate if you’ve ever had that really close friend you somehow lost track of. I tried calling the old numbers, wrote the old addresses…but got nothing. And of course, I scoured the Internets looking for her.

Until about 3 weeks ago I never found a trace of her online. So one evening I am sitting here and I think, “What’re the odds she is on Myspace?” Typed in her name, and bam! There she was. I couldn’t believe it!

I sent her a message and she was thrilled to hear from me. She said she had been looking for me, too. We chatted on the phone for awhile, it was nice but a little strange.

But now, I just don’t know what to do with it. Do I try to rebuild the relationship almost 10 years after our last, stormy communication? Do we become Internet buddies? I just have no clue where it is supposed to go now.

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Last night, I am hanging out, wearing my pigtails, dancing to that infectiously happy Natasha Bedingfield song, when all of a sudden it was time to close up shop because a big ole emotional thunderstorm was heading in. And before you can say, “Why? Why Kelly Clarkson, do you sing my pain? Why you gotta go there, girl?” I’m crying all over the place.

I guess something tripped my trigger because I was all soggy.

I’m fine now, though. Super-tired and ready to hit the hay a little early tonight. Maybe it’s just all the sickies and the long work hours…perhaps I have a wee bit of writer girl burn-out.

Mondays are for Soul Food. Right click and save-as, please.

Breathe (2 AM)
by Anna Nalick

2 AM and she calls me ’cause I’m still awake,
“Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don’t love him. Winter just wasn’t my season”
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You’re all here for the very same reason

‘Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe… just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
“Just a Day”, he said down to the flask in his fist,
“Ain’t been sober, since maybe October of last year.”
Here in town you can tell he’s been down for a while,
But, my God, it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I’ll just sing about it.

Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe… just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

There’s a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout ’cause you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out
And these mistakes you’ve made, you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to

But you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.

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I bought a laptop today. It’s a graduation present to myself for all of my hard work and for being the first person in my family to ever obtain a Masters degree. Go me!

However, my purchasing experience was not all hearts and flowers thanks to the Opie Taylor look alike who was working in my neighborhood Best Buy. I should have known that the process would be arduous because I have a vagina. Tech guys, car repairmen, any kind of repairman really, seem to be under the impression that if you have a vagina you are completely gullible. You will believe whatever they say lock, stock, and barrel.

I suppose it didn’t really help matters that I went into the store looking like a flower child. I was wearing bell-bottom jeans, a tye-dyed shirt, and my hair was in pigtails. I suppose that outfit doesn’t scream “intelligence.” But that is what totally bugs me. Just because I was dressed like that doesn’t mean I am a techno-retard. So I guess I had 2 strikes against me already, what with having a vagina and being dressed like the flower child I am.

Then, I made the fatal error of asking Opie a legit question and expecting him to answer me honestly. I am not terribly familiar with the wireless technology and obviously, I readily admit it. I asked if the laptop I was looking at was wireless ready and that was Opie’s signal to go in for the kill. Why, I am still not certain, he gave me a 20 minute lecture on the different processor types (Celeron, Turion, etc.) and then emphasized how much Celeron sucked. Of course the unit I was looking at had a Celeron.

He kept beginning all of his sentence’s with, “Well, Ma’am…” in this completely condescending tone that made me feel like the techno-retard he suspected I was. I told Opie to piss off and I went to Circuit City and then eventually a different Best Buy, where I was able to get a fantastic unit (a Gateway) with kick-ass specs for the same price of the unit Opie was trying to get me not to buy. An added bonus to my day was that Opie didn’t make any commission off this techno-retarded, vagina-having, flower child.

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Do you ever wake up with the most random song stuck in your head? Like it’s there when you wake up? Damn, that drives me crazy! There’s no good explanation for it and it mostly makes me wonder what I was dreaming about. Yesterday, I woke up with “Red Neck Woman” stuck on loop, and then today it was “Why Do Fools Fall in Love?” WTF?

The worst part is it’s still going! I was sitting here reading my email, tapping my foot to the melody in my brain. I really enjoyed it when it was all silent and deserted in there. The occassional tumbleweed would roll passed. And there was definitely no jukebox from hell in there.

I closed down my former blog home and have opened up this one. I haven’t told anyone where I have moved to, and I don’t think I will. I need some of my anonymity back. Plus, I felt like I always had to be “on” on the other blog. Writing is what I do (duh! I’m a writer girl) and I will always keep some sort of electronic journal, but I don’t want to feel like I have to be Ms. Entertainment is all I really feel like doing is curling up under the covers.

So, here I am. Hopefully, I can stay put for awhile.

And the quarter is over! There is an end-of-quarter wrap up party tomorrow night, which should be fun. Words cannot express how glad I am that this quarter is done. It’s been the hardest by far.

Perhaps I will have something non-school related to say now.

I have a 10 page research paper to write tomorrow. The whole thing. Wanna know how many sources I have? NONE! Why, why do I procrastinate so??

The topic is interesting at least. I got to select it. I am writing on the vampire as a representation of the id in literature. Cool, huh? If I can manage to pull it off it might actually be pretty interesting.

P.S. I am so glad it’s Friday!

09
Mar

Remember how I said that there are two writers where I work? Me being one of them. That count has now dropped to 1. Not because I quit or got fired, but because the other writer is moving to L.A. She’ll be gone in 3-4 weeks.

!

I feel kind of excited in one way, but terrified in another. I don’t have a clue as to all the different things she does. And all of her responsibilities will be mine. AAAAAAAHHHHHH!

One more thing to stress about. My only genuine worry is that they will expect more time out of me than I can give. There’s no way I can work anymore hours until school is finished.

What a rollercoaster these last few weeks have been!

The big group project is over! YAY! Now I can move on to the 400 other things I have to do. The project presentation did go really well. The prof. said she thinks that my partner and I could publish the research we did. :)

Seriously, this quarter needs to freaking end. I am totally exhausted and could use a break.

One more quarter and then my Masters degree will be complete!

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