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aquabeanHow do you start the new year? With chocolate mouse Pocky for breakfast, of course.
But looking back -- and I'm sure there'll be plenty of this going on lj today -- 2004 for was a pretty good year. If by "good" you mean, "insane and at times scripted by Salvador Dali."
Why don't we just start this thing from the beginning...
January:
Three weeks after I left Kenyon my diploma arrived in the mail. I got a brilliant but really cheap frame for it at Aaron Brothers. Also turned 23. Woot.
February:
One of the biggest months of the year; Wayne and I left for Oaxaca, Mexico, with almost no plan other than, "Stay as long as we're both having fun and can afford it."
And adventure right from the beginning, Oaxaca was brilliant. I mean, without this trip I'd never be able to say, "Well, this one time, I got hit by a bus."
March:
We left Oaxaca and headed to the house in Puerto Escondido. You can't beat living at the beach. You just can't.
(One entry sums up and entire month)
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Findin' our groove...
And let me tell you, it's a lazy groove.
Almost a whole week since my last substantial post. Wild excitement since then? More bus adventures? No. Essentially the last week has consisted of trips to the grocery store and going to the beach. It's a good life. Not exciting, but man, it's certainly relaxing.
For those of you keeping track, Wayne and I did go out last Saturday. Far from exciting, but we had popsicles and watched a bunch of drag queens wander up and down the main drag (no pun intended), so the night wasn't a total loss. We may even try another adventure sometime in the near future.
Honestly, we're wildly boring these days. Promise to keep better track of the amusing minor adventures to share with you all in the future. For now though, it's off to get ready to go to the beach.
Inspired by: Well, the oven works so today we're gonna try and make cookies...
Reading: Wayne and I have both finished all the Amanda Pepper mysteries and I've just put down another P.G. Wodehouse. Am thinking of rereading Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver. That book always makes me want to be a writer.
Listening to: the Pogues, the wind in the palms, and dogs barking in the street...
posted by elisa* 10:06 AM
April:
(This month wasn't much better)
Friday, April 16, 2004
We may not be McSweeney's...
Hell, we aren't even Harpers's but today you're getting a list. Yup, a list of all the important (and not so much) events, thoughts and issues of living life on the roof of your house.
Number of days spent in Puerto Escondido: 53.
Number of those days spent at the beach: 48.
Number of times asked to "go see turtles": 48.
Average daily hours at the beach: 2.
Average daily departure time: 4:30pm.
Usual bed time: (Elisa) 2:00am.
(Wayne) 11:30pm.
Usual wake up time: (Elisa) 11:00am.
(Wayne): 6:30am.
Average number of hours per day spent on roof: 18.
Numbers of nights per week spent sleeping on roof: 5.
Number of friends who've visited: 1.
Number of pseudo-family to have visited: 17.
Number of road trips taken since arriving: 1.
Number of road trips avoided: 2.
Number of books read: 29.
Number of books left to read: 8.
Scorpions squashed flat with a brick: 4.
Number of bricks broken while squashing scorpions: 1.
Average daily water intake: 16 litres.
Number of times house water tank has been empty: 6.
Does that include today: yes.
Do we wish we'd showered yesterday: yes.
Number of fish to try and eat Elisa's hair: 1
Size of fish: Does it matter? It was a fish!
Number of days per week where Quesadillas are a main course of least one meal: 6.
Number of containers of peanut butter eaten: 3.
Did eating nothing but coconut and mole for three days give Wayne a stomach ache: yes.
Does she know better now: not really.
Latest T.V. obsession: Joan of Arcadia.
Is it sad that this happened without an actual television: yes.
Number of new incredibly embarrassing guilty pleasures acquired: 1.
Number that will ever be acknowledged publicly: 0.
Number of times "We will never tell anyone about this," has been said: 73.
Number of times today: 5.
Number pertaining to guilty pleasure: all.
Did Wayne just explain guilty pleasure via Venn diagram: yes.
Number of spontaneous rooftop dance parties: 3.
Number stopped because neighbors might be watching: all.
Number of hammocks on roof: 3.
Number of hammocks with holes: 1.
Size of hole: Very Large.
Number of times Elisa has said, "have you seen ____ movie": 57.
Number of times Wayne has said, "yes": 8.
Number of jobs Wayne got in a day: 1.
Did job result in a Happy Dance: yes.
Number of jokes about Snoopy: 15.
Will we explain them: no.
Frequency with which grammar is discussed: daily.
Did we know how to spell grammar: no.
Number of times Wayne and Elisa have compared themselves to fictional characters: 12.
Number of times they've been embarrassed by this: Every.
Number of times Wayne and Elisa have exited water because of imaginary sea creatures: 3.
Number of times it was actually a caterpillar: 1.
Can Wayne carry on a conversation in her sleep: yes.
Does she remember it later: no.
Number of dreams Elisa and Wayne have had concerning a T.V. show they won't admit to watching: 7.
Did Elisa get a recipe from a character in one of hers: yes.
Did one of Wayne's feature Ian Mckellan as a gay mentor to same character: yes.
Has Elisa acquired a new paranoia about dirt in her drinking water: yes.
Does the dirt selectively target Elisa: yes.
How far can Elisa throw half a rotten watermelon: 30 feet.
Was it from the roof: yes.
How far can Wayne throw a rotten orange: further than the empty lot permits.
Are we glad that one house is vacant: yes.
Will eggs left on the counter for a week make you sick: we'll let you know.
Inspired by: The threatening e-mails I've been getting. Seriously people, I'll update more often. I swear!
Reading: Peace Like a River. A gift from Wayne, it's amazing!
Listening to: Well, it's after 11:00pm so that means, The Writing Mix.
posted by elisa* 9:22 PM
At the end of the month Wayne left for Colorado and her new job and I spent several days alone in the house. And then the family arrived. *staggers* It was intense.
May:
By the end of the month it was time to go back to the States and try and be a real grown up. In five months I'd gone form below freezing to warm, to wicked hot weather. Figured that I was never going to find some place where I'll get it all. Well, maybe New Zealand, but that thought might just have been because I'd been watching too many of the LOTR dvd extras.
June:
Living at home. With my parents. Not bad. Free at least. Having zero income, though? Suddenly, there was a real drive to find a job. Pretty much any job.
July:
Enter, the Company. Or well, enter the job as an intern in a field I know nothing about. At $10 an hour though, I wasn't complaining. Or, not too much.
August:
Get up at 6:00am. At work by 8:00am. The mind boggles that this is the same person who thought classes before 10:00am were a sin. But the job continues. Most useless acquired skill? The ability to audit job verification forms at 50 paces.
September:
A permanent position opens up. Job is offered and accepted. Won't start for a little while, but benefits loom on the horizon. The arthritic knees are pleased by this.
October:
New Job started. Having an actual 9:00-5:00 type job, while not exciting, does add a kind of rhythm to life. Then again, working in a cubicle is rather wildly boring, and so plans for world domination begin to brew.
November:
Return to the world of lj, abandoning the blog at last. Also make my first attempts at fan fiction. They seem to go well. The trip to Ohio for Thanksgiving was wonderful, and I realize that maybe I miss the season a little more than I thought.
December:
Wrapping up the year. Wow. Writing progresses at a wonderful rate, and is not limited to solo projects or fan fiction. The end of the month means success at Christmas and the mailing of many packages. It also brought about the inception of Bad Hoodoo, for which the coming year will mean many things. The very last day of the year though, also gave fruit in the sense that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pvt_tiger and I found several potential new homes (2 apts. and a house), so 2005 may actually be the year I move out. Amazing that.
2005
Hoping for:
Bad Hoodoo to actually amount to something. There's just so much planning involved! But with the crack (though, 'cracked' might work just as well) team I've assembled, the world better watch out.
A chance to finally move out. We've got an appointment to see one of the apartments on Monday morning. Fingers crossed the other apartment will be open too. *cheers* Come on house that lets you have cats!
A raise. Also, the courage to actually ask for that raise.
The dicipline to complete the novel. Now that the relationships seem to be sorting themselves out -- and damn it, why do these characters never listen to me! -- I think I'll actually get some more done there.
[Edit: I was just reminded that I left, The perfect plan to take over the world, off the list of hopes for 2005, so it's being added now. Because what kind of evil genius leaves that off their list?]
And to all the wonderful new people I've met through the fandom and just lj in general. I hope that 2005 brings you all the things you hope for -- and a few things you don't but love anyway -- and that you get to have at least one great adventure, and at least one great story to tell and at least one amazing person to share both with.
But looking back -- and I'm sure there'll be plenty of this going on lj today -- 2004 for was a pretty good year. If by "good" you mean, "insane and at times scripted by Salvador Dali."
Why don't we just start this thing from the beginning...
January:
Three weeks after I left Kenyon my diploma arrived in the mail. I got a brilliant but really cheap frame for it at Aaron Brothers. Also turned 23. Woot.
February:
One of the biggest months of the year; Wayne and I left for Oaxaca, Mexico, with almost no plan other than, "Stay as long as we're both having fun and can afford it."
And adventure right from the beginning, Oaxaca was brilliant. I mean, without this trip I'd never be able to say, "Well, this one time, I got hit by a bus."
March:
We left Oaxaca and headed to the house in Puerto Escondido. You can't beat living at the beach. You just can't.
(One entry sums up and entire month)
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Findin' our groove...
And let me tell you, it's a lazy groove.
Almost a whole week since my last substantial post. Wild excitement since then? More bus adventures? No. Essentially the last week has consisted of trips to the grocery store and going to the beach. It's a good life. Not exciting, but man, it's certainly relaxing.
For those of you keeping track, Wayne and I did go out last Saturday. Far from exciting, but we had popsicles and watched a bunch of drag queens wander up and down the main drag (no pun intended), so the night wasn't a total loss. We may even try another adventure sometime in the near future.
Honestly, we're wildly boring these days. Promise to keep better track of the amusing minor adventures to share with you all in the future. For now though, it's off to get ready to go to the beach.
Inspired by: Well, the oven works so today we're gonna try and make cookies...
Reading: Wayne and I have both finished all the Amanda Pepper mysteries and I've just put down another P.G. Wodehouse. Am thinking of rereading Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver. That book always makes me want to be a writer.
Listening to: the Pogues, the wind in the palms, and dogs barking in the street...
posted by elisa* 10:06 AM
April:
(This month wasn't much better)
Friday, April 16, 2004
We may not be McSweeney's...
Hell, we aren't even Harpers's but today you're getting a list. Yup, a list of all the important (and not so much) events, thoughts and issues of living life on the roof of your house.
Number of days spent in Puerto Escondido: 53.
Number of those days spent at the beach: 48.
Number of times asked to "go see turtles": 48.
Average daily hours at the beach: 2.
Average daily departure time: 4:30pm.
Usual bed time: (Elisa) 2:00am.
(Wayne) 11:30pm.
Usual wake up time: (Elisa) 11:00am.
(Wayne): 6:30am.
Average number of hours per day spent on roof: 18.
Numbers of nights per week spent sleeping on roof: 5.
Number of friends who've visited: 1.
Number of pseudo-family to have visited: 17.
Number of road trips taken since arriving: 1.
Number of road trips avoided: 2.
Number of books read: 29.
Number of books left to read: 8.
Scorpions squashed flat with a brick: 4.
Number of bricks broken while squashing scorpions: 1.
Average daily water intake: 16 litres.
Number of times house water tank has been empty: 6.
Does that include today: yes.
Do we wish we'd showered yesterday: yes.
Number of fish to try and eat Elisa's hair: 1
Size of fish: Does it matter? It was a fish!
Number of days per week where Quesadillas are a main course of least one meal: 6.
Number of containers of peanut butter eaten: 3.
Did eating nothing but coconut and mole for three days give Wayne a stomach ache: yes.
Does she know better now: not really.
Latest T.V. obsession: Joan of Arcadia.
Is it sad that this happened without an actual television: yes.
Number of new incredibly embarrassing guilty pleasures acquired: 1.
Number that will ever be acknowledged publicly: 0.
Number of times "We will never tell anyone about this," has been said: 73.
Number of times today: 5.
Number pertaining to guilty pleasure: all.
Did Wayne just explain guilty pleasure via Venn diagram: yes.
Number of spontaneous rooftop dance parties: 3.
Number stopped because neighbors might be watching: all.
Number of hammocks on roof: 3.
Number of hammocks with holes: 1.
Size of hole: Very Large.
Number of times Elisa has said, "have you seen ____ movie": 57.
Number of times Wayne has said, "yes": 8.
Number of jobs Wayne got in a day: 1.
Did job result in a Happy Dance: yes.
Number of jokes about Snoopy: 15.
Will we explain them: no.
Frequency with which grammar is discussed: daily.
Did we know how to spell grammar: no.
Number of times Wayne and Elisa have compared themselves to fictional characters: 12.
Number of times they've been embarrassed by this: Every.
Number of times Wayne and Elisa have exited water because of imaginary sea creatures: 3.
Number of times it was actually a caterpillar: 1.
Can Wayne carry on a conversation in her sleep: yes.
Does she remember it later: no.
Number of dreams Elisa and Wayne have had concerning a T.V. show they won't admit to watching: 7.
Did Elisa get a recipe from a character in one of hers: yes.
Did one of Wayne's feature Ian Mckellan as a gay mentor to same character: yes.
Has Elisa acquired a new paranoia about dirt in her drinking water: yes.
Does the dirt selectively target Elisa: yes.
How far can Elisa throw half a rotten watermelon: 30 feet.
Was it from the roof: yes.
How far can Wayne throw a rotten orange: further than the empty lot permits.
Are we glad that one house is vacant: yes.
Will eggs left on the counter for a week make you sick: we'll let you know.
Inspired by: The threatening e-mails I've been getting. Seriously people, I'll update more often. I swear!
Reading: Peace Like a River. A gift from Wayne, it's amazing!
Listening to: Well, it's after 11:00pm so that means, The Writing Mix.
posted by elisa* 9:22 PM
At the end of the month Wayne left for Colorado and her new job and I spent several days alone in the house. And then the family arrived. *staggers* It was intense.
May:
By the end of the month it was time to go back to the States and try and be a real grown up. In five months I'd gone form below freezing to warm, to wicked hot weather. Figured that I was never going to find some place where I'll get it all. Well, maybe New Zealand, but that thought might just have been because I'd been watching too many of the LOTR dvd extras.
June:
Living at home. With my parents. Not bad. Free at least. Having zero income, though? Suddenly, there was a real drive to find a job. Pretty much any job.
July:
Enter, the Company. Or well, enter the job as an intern in a field I know nothing about. At $10 an hour though, I wasn't complaining. Or, not too much.
August:
Get up at 6:00am. At work by 8:00am. The mind boggles that this is the same person who thought classes before 10:00am were a sin. But the job continues. Most useless acquired skill? The ability to audit job verification forms at 50 paces.
September:
A permanent position opens up. Job is offered and accepted. Won't start for a little while, but benefits loom on the horizon. The arthritic knees are pleased by this.
October:
New Job started. Having an actual 9:00-5:00 type job, while not exciting, does add a kind of rhythm to life. Then again, working in a cubicle is rather wildly boring, and so plans for world domination begin to brew.
November:
Return to the world of lj, abandoning the blog at last. Also make my first attempts at fan fiction. They seem to go well. The trip to Ohio for Thanksgiving was wonderful, and I realize that maybe I miss the season a little more than I thought.
December:
Wrapping up the year. Wow. Writing progresses at a wonderful rate, and is not limited to solo projects or fan fiction. The end of the month means success at Christmas and the mailing of many packages. It also brought about the inception of Bad Hoodoo, for which the coming year will mean many things. The very last day of the year though, also gave fruit in the sense that
pvt_tiger and I found several potential new homes (2 apts. and a house), so 2005 may actually be the year I move out. Amazing that.2005
Hoping for:
Bad Hoodoo to actually amount to something. There's just so much planning involved! But with the crack (though, 'cracked' might work just as well) team I've assembled, the world better watch out.
A chance to finally move out. We've got an appointment to see one of the apartments on Monday morning. Fingers crossed the other apartment will be open too. *cheers* Come on house that lets you have cats!
A raise. Also, the courage to actually ask for that raise.
The dicipline to complete the novel. Now that the relationships seem to be sorting themselves out -- and damn it, why do these characters never listen to me! -- I think I'll actually get some more done there.
[Edit: I was just reminded that I left, The perfect plan to take over the world, off the list of hopes for 2005, so it's being added now. Because what kind of evil genius leaves that off their list?]
And to all the wonderful new people I've met through the fandom and just lj in general. I hope that 2005 brings you all the things you hope for -- and a few things you don't but love anyway -- and that you get to have at least one great adventure, and at least one great story to tell and at least one amazing person to share both with.
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Date: 2005-01-01 03:42 pm (UTC)And what's this about a novel, hmmm? Tell me more?
(Opened up your email, looked at the pictures for icons, and am now giggling madly at the 38 icon--bwahahha! Ohh 383. Sometimes it is too cute.)
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Date: 2005-01-01 05:41 pm (UTC)And, yes. I love that picture, it's just so...well, interrupted. *snickers* Sanzo looks SO annoyed that whatever he and Hakkai were doing isn't happening any more that...heh.
*bounces* I'm still super stoked on the icons too. Woo!
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Date: 2005-01-01 06:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-01 07:17 pm (UTC):-P
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Date: 2005-01-01 09:30 pm (UTC)Much happy in the new year! *G*
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Date: 2005-01-01 11:22 pm (UTC)Happy New Year to you too!
cats? please, girl !
Date: 2005-01-04 12:57 pm (UTC)i guess if it's a cat or nothing, that will be ok. i am still pushing for a dog though...
love you. will call soon.
nanabella
the writing mix
Date: 2005-01-07 01:25 am (UTC)(simpler times that included me not having to confront the scary, complicated, livejournal comment form b/c i could just tilt my head toward the neighboring hammock.)