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| 04:03pm 18/01/2006 |
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Honda General Warranty Provisions
The warranties in this booklet do not cover:
-The failure of any part or accessory due to:
-Abuse, misuse, accidental damage, or acts of God.
Maybe that's why my transmission hasn't been running smoothly. |
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| 01:31pm 06/01/2006 |
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Does anyone still read this thing? If I actually kept this up, I would have days and days worth of very interesting information to write down here. But I haven't kept it up, at all.
So, let's try to summarize, shall we?
End of last semester, things were a little iffy on some fronts... but excellent on others. Basically, since, oh, October 18th or so, I have been happier than I've ever been. The beginning of December was absolutely beautiful. Once Christmas Eve came around... ehhhh. Family troubles. Yup. They are okay, though, for the most part. After Karen's purse getting stolen and losing, oh, a couple thousand dollars of cash and then some. And having to go to Traverse City. But then I hosted a holiday party, and it was nice. Then I went to The Bang for New Year's, which was mostly nice. Then I've been struggling with the fact that I'm back to school and will be straight for the next year plus. I only have a four day break between winter and spring semesters. Then summer semester. Then fall again! Then winter! Anyway. I'm trying not to worry too much, but at the same time, I really want to work hard because nothing interests me more than my classes this term.
Love life is going smoothly. I like being a part of together/notquitetogether relationships.
So. Anyway. Even though I haven't yet finished my first painting (doh!) I am very inspired and things. I had a few sculptural ideas that I would like to work on this month. Maybe I can see about getting my table design actually made by someone. I will start sketching, and continue to practice my writing. I will be starting my thesis this term, I think. Oh, oh!
So that's all, really.
My New Year's resolution is to start making commitments and actually keeping them. This includes deciding what to eat for dinner in less than twenty minutes. |
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| Oh yeah |
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| 10:15pm 30/10/2005 |
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Look for me in this month's issue of Bust magazine!
[Thanks Kelsie!] |
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| Songs! |
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| 01:51pm 29/10/2005 |
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THE RULES: List five songs that you are currently loving. It doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the songs in your blog. Then tag five other Xanga/LiveJournal friends to see what they're listening to. [I like what Julie did. Anyone that reads this -- you're tagged! Technically. Although I usually protest such chains, but this is fun.]
1. The Postal Service - Nothing better
2. The Statler Brothers - Flowers on the wall
3. Mates of State - Proofs
4. Buena Vista Social Club/Ibrahim Ferrer - Marieta
5. Death Cab for Cutie - I will follow you into the dark |
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| The day I conquered Ann Arbor |
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| 01:20pm 29/10/2005 |
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Ignoring numerous warnings advising me from doing so, I have [again] completed a U-turn on State Street.
This time, however, was different from others.
Once I succeeded in getting my Civic to two-point itself around, I straightened out only to face the menace of a sedan belonging to the Ann Arbor police force.
I completed my mission, pulled into my destined parking space, turned off the car, and ducked. While it is rather shameful of me to deny my action, I got away with it.
I'm sure that there was nothing more to the situation than the officer having a better call to respond to, or my fortune of encountering one too lazy to turn his own car around. Either way, I have managed to luck out again, and that is what really matters here. |
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| 09:54am 24/09/2005 |
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Why don't the grudges I hold ever go away? I don't know if I should get over them, or if that would be a terrible mistake. I'll forget about why I'm upset until I finally remind myself... so is it then just masochistic? Is it true that I would rather be unhappy than not?
Of course not.
Of course, it's not that other people in my life bring me down. It's my fault that I let them. I'm willing to admit that, no problem. I've even been willing to put some work into changing that. But you will never get me to settle, and I don't see that as a problem at all.
I don't wish to always be completely enchanted by life.
I also don't throw a hissyfit everytime it doesn't go my way.
I'm much more accepting than most people [I suppose] realize, concerning everyday happenings and the people that I meet.
Yes, I get myself into my own messes. I don't know how to get around it, I guess. I just do what's right when it's right, and somehow that's wrong. Maybe not wrong, but it'll lead eventually to something I tried to avoid in the first place.
The only things I hate are the people that try to stop me from enjoying my life. If I feel that you are putting any restraint on me whatsoever, I will hold it against you, indefinitely. In all actuality, I am not the negative one. I'm just bitter from always having to keep those with a negative influence out of my sight.
As I've said before, I only take myself too seriously so that no one else has to. |
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| 11:57am 28/08/2005 |
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I've been turned on to a pretty good song. Elvis's 'Kentucky Rain'.... although I would change the lyrics, if it were up to me. Which it isn't.
I think Liberty Video has lost their copy of Sex and the City's Season Two Disc One.
On another superficial girl thought... why am I happy when I'm watching a movie and the male lead that I'm "totally in love with" falls in love with the leading lady... but sad when real life boys fall in love with other women? Shouldn't I feel the same way in both situations? I like people being in love... unless I know them. I don't get it.
Why am I a sucker for so many things?
Why don't I understand the purpose of ankle boots?
And why can't I try them on through eBay?
Why are there 3 items listed for "black leather kitten boot" and 39 items for "black leather kitten"?
Are these black leather kittens used in S&M play? [For those that are curious, Kate Spade purses come up, and no, they do not seem to be in any way related to kittens]
"Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked."
Okay. Well, to be honest, I need to pee. I've been enjoying shooting the shit with my friend Net here, but I should probably go do something a little more fruitful. The place is a mess. I could talk for hours, but see no need to.
In short. Yes, this past month has been especially good. Yes, I did well in my classes, thank you. Yes, my birthday is this week.
No, I don't have anything red you can borrow. No, I'm not looking forward to school starting. No, I haven't discovered how to heal sunburns in record time.
Still trying to fly kites and get out to the driving range. |
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| 11:09am 28/08/2005 |
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Two pots of feel better tea and two now-unfrozen muffins later, I am still left unsatisfied. ($7.56)
Work finally let me go home today, so I'll have lots of time to ramble and run to the laundromat. I wish they had wireless internet there, other cities do.
Yesterday I told a coworker about how I see this as a punishment from God. Though I'm not Catholic [or really even Christian at all], I justify my random sense of morality and guilt with "His Power."
I was explaining to her that I thought I was a great citizen, but maybe not a good person. That I lived the Girl Scout life, picked up after myself, looking down on those that litter, but I'm not as consistent in my personal relationships. She laughed at me, saying "Oh, to live inside of your head for one day!" I didn't get what she meant by that. Maybe I was just saying way too much of what I was feeling to someone that I'm not all that close to. I really am terrible at that sort of social boundary. I feel so open with everybody and feel no shame that if it comes to conversation, I feel no restraint in telling them my thoughts, and frankly, I think that frightens some people. I won't stop, though. This is what I do. I don't say anything too ridiculously personal.
When I was in one of my moods the other night, I wrote some poetry and prayed. It [the praying] went something a little like this. [The poetry I won't share, because it's terribly written and terribly personal]
Dear God,
I'm sorry. I know that I only pray to you when I need something. That makes me a terrible friend. Except, considering your position, I don't think you ever need anything from me in the same way. If you ever do, please, just ask. Now, on to what's really bothering me.
I know I told you that if you made everything better last time, I would never make the same mistake again. I would never lie again. I was so good at not lying, wasn't I? Maybe too good. That's what got me into this current mess. But anyway, I promise I won't do it again. If you heal me, I will fix it.
Remember, a few years ago, when I said that I would do whatever you wanted if you promised me that I'd never be sick again? You know how much I hate being sick, it's my personal hell. You could have used frogs or some sort of other plague, but you certainly caught my attention with this one.
I'll be more honest about my feelings, especially when they involve people that I know well or love. Girl Scout Honor.
Yours truly.
PS: I love my new iPod playlist. Thanks!
Prayer is no cheap prescription.
Is this what Christian Scientists do?
Looks to me like I need some major changes in my life. Or some courage. Or new jeans... but I don't think that will help. But I'll try anyway. |
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| 10:39pm 13/08/2005 |
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I'm doing much better than I have in months, thanks for asking. |
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| Last day of July before August |
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| 07:38pm 31/07/2005 |
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Today is a good day.
Thursday I was upset, and for good reason. I always felt left behind when my fellow coworkers went out together; I was never invited along.
Friday, however, there was a party. I was in no mood to go to a party, but if I want people to start inviting me, I have to show that I want to come. I'd be quite the dandy if I insisted they invite me and then refuse to show.
I had fun. I had a bit too drink but not too much. I slept very late into the next afternoon.
Then I took my blanket to the Diag to sunbathe and read up on my medieval history. This proved very successful, and then I stayed in the library until I finished Jocelin's Chronicles of the Abbey of Bury St. Edmund, or what have you. That went splendid. I then tried some of NYPD's pizza [ziti and chicken/mushroom/pesto] and rented Mona Lisa Smile.
The movie disappointed me, but I got it for free anyway. I rent too many movies and have plenty of punches on my frequent renter's card.
This morning I went running, cleaned up the apartment, and did the laundry. Then I went to Border's to get my next medieval source, which hopefully I'll read tonight. Brian took me out for dinner at Cottage Inn and that was delightful. I've never had fried pork tenderloin before. I'm still waiting on dessert.
So I just wanted to update that my weekend went well. I'm looking forward to the future again [at last!] and hopefully I can do many great things. Like get hired as a contributor to this NYC fashion mag. That would be nice.
Tomorrow I'm going to Birmingham with Karen and Matt. I'm going to check out bicycle accessories and see what this Meltin' Pot denim that Phil referred me to is all about.
Today is full of warm and fuzzy feelings. I hope they care to linger for a bit longer. |
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| 01:05pm 28/07/2005 |
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Surprise, surprise, I'm still alive. If anyone still reads this, then they should be happy to hear.
I still don't have internet at my apartment. I am going to try to get it within the next two weeks. Try to.
Today my porch is missing off my house so it's a bit of a feat to get into my place.
I've been feeling very terrible and depressed and things, a great shame for the summer.
So it doesn't make me feel like writing. Plus I need to pee.
So even though I haven't updated in forever, I'll have to continue to postpone it. I just wanted to write Something.
Something. |
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| 10:07pm 20/06/2005 |
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I haven't posted in a long time. I didn't die over in Hong Kong. In fact, the trip was pretty great.
If I had not have forgotten all about my journal, I would have jotted down all of my adventures of the trip, along with the ones that followed shortly after.
But now I am a sad girl, and sad girls shouldn't write in public forums. I'm lacking some important things in my life. I have some that I don't like much that won't go away, but I'm only teased with the good ones. I guess that's how life goes. Don't it. |
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| 10:42pm 08/05/2005 |
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So tomorrow I leave for Hong Kong. The flight from Detroit to Tokyo will take just over 13 hours, and then I will have a two hour layover in Japan. There I take a five hour flight to Hong Kong. I will be there until May 28th. I hope that I have a fabulous time. Right now I am very nervous. I'm afraid I'll get sick or have a grumpy plane ride. Right now my hormones are all messed up, so that doesn't help very much either.
I'm not good at naps but thanks to my coworker Orianna, I have some strong sleeping pills to take. Ahh.
Wish me luck. I'll send out pictures and things. |
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| 12:21pm 25/04/2005 |
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For those concerned, I'm through with this dating crap.
I've had it with unnecessary and fruitless sacrifice and compromise.
The relationship with my self will instead be nurtured. Presents? Nice dinners? Pampering? You got it. I ought to be treated like a queen. Those others just didn't get that if they treated me as such that I would, in turn, treat them like the king that they are.
But they just don't get it. You treat loved ones with respect. You respect their feelings, their personal belongings, their time and their space. You do not punch them or push them around. You do not make childish scrunchy faces and whine when you don't get your way.
As an adult, I will only consider dating another adult. If I wanted immaturity, I would rent a DVD of blue collar stand-up.
With that said, I now have other things that I must get done. |
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| 12:00pm 23/04/2005 |
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You know, people tend to think I'm a big whiner. What I don't think they understand is that I'm not complaining, I'm just stating.
Like, my chin is itchy. Am I whining about it? No. I'm pretty indifferent to the whole thing. Sure, I'd prefer it if nothing on me itched at all, but I can certainly tolerate this degree of itch. I know no one cares whether or not my chin is itchy, but I feel that you all have the right to know that it is.
Same with being cold. I could be saying "Wow, I'm so comfortable." Sometimes I do. It's just an update about how I am doing at that particular moment for any concerned. Not whining.
"You got blood all over my sheets." Not complaining. Just stating. You, sir, got blood on my sheets, and I feel that you ought to know that. Maybe you can choose your decisions in the future because of this outcome. That's up to you. Of course, it may be up to me to end the relationship if you continue to bleed on to my sheets.
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| 11:51am 23/04/2005 |
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Is it too strange if I were to buy a picture frame and then keep the stock photograph that came with it inside? Sometimes they're just good-looking pictures. Well composed, proper exposure, no closed eyes. Other times, they just look like friendly people that I want to be my family or friends. Do you think they hire models for those pictures? Or do they just go to the frame company employee list and ask them to submit any nice pictures of their own? Are the grandfather and son posing actually related? I hope so. I would hate for that love and happiness to be completely staged. That would be very depressing, indeed.
It's snowing today. Five days ago it was in the 90s. Go figure.
Bought some cold/cough medicine today. I hope it works -- I hate feeling like I'm going to die, fearing that my next hack will be the big one.
I'm currently baking some chocolate chip/peanut butter cookies. I think they are the secret cure.
And yes, I decided to take some of that Echinedea crap. [Isn't that a small animal, like a hedgehog sort of thing?]
To those of you that have the new cds -- Awesome! I'm glad I have friends with good taste in music. Someone should most certainly share/send them to me! It would be much appreciated and then I could owe you a favor, too. I don't have any good cds to burn ... but maybe I do. ::shrug:: Thanks!
Yesterday I was in that really creative mood. After scouring Threadless and reminding myself that I could do the same thing, especially given the insane amount of free time that I have, I wanted to start designing some t-shirts. I need some software, though. So instead I just played with Photoshop and figured how to impose one photograph over another. Why has it taken me so long to figure it out? I don't know. Guess I never cared enough. I need to feel inspired more often, though, that's for sure. |
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| 05:06pm 22/04/2005 |
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In a creative mood. I can't even decide what to make or do.
Urban is hosting a t-shirt design contest, for a men's shirt, for all of the employees. I might work on that today. Any suggestions? The winner gets $300, or something. How fabulous!
If someone wants to help I'll split the prize money with them. Deadline is soon, don't know when. Next couple of days. They always choose design with guns or skulls -- but we want to steer clear of that. How about something happier, like 24-hour restaurants that serve Texas stuffed French toast, or saxophones?
Another comment about this month's Jane mag: They're telling people to go open up coffeehouses. It's the new hip thing to do. Assholes.
I really need to have people buy me presents off of my Amazon wishlist. I want the new Spoon album, and the new Bright Eyes would be nice, too, I guess.
Loving Shaman Drum, one of the independent bookstores here. Everytime I stop in their front window or lobby, there are at least a dozen books that I'm drvien to buy on impulse. Of course, I'm saving my money. But then when I DO buy a book, they recommend more to me! They actually DO THEIR JOB! <3 |
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