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this will be the name of my craft line if i ever have a craft line. i'm pretty excited about it.
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this will be the name of my craft line if i ever have a craft line. i'm pretty excited about it.
you were our second choice.
our first choice wouldn’t fit through the
doors or windows
so we brought you home instead.
your color and shape weren't nearly as nice.
but then we sat.
and we didn't get up.
we couldn't get up. we were engulfed by your
marshmallow pillows.
you came in august. an august i will never forget.
this must make you a leo,
like my father and i.
no wonder my mother prefers the chair.
if only we had known the joy you'd bring.
not only would have been
first choice,
but i would have promised
crate and barrel
my first born child in exchange for you.
my dad was awokened last nite at two in the morning to me talking in my sleep quite loudly...
"don't worry about that, lacey can fix it," i said.
i don't know what "it" is, but i have no doubt that lacey can fix it. she is my blog mom after all, and moms can fix everything!
my policy with right of way on the roads is this:
"everyone yields to meisa. if meisa is driving, pedestrians wait. if meisa is walking, drivers wait."
this policy is perfect because, in case you all didn't know, the world revolves around me. :)
i came across another man today who seemed to think the world revolved around him. he started crossing the street at a quasi crosswalk (not striped at a street corner, but in the middle of the street with just two lines on each side). in my opinion, the driver in this situation has right of way (unless i'm crossing) but this man disagreed. he began crossing and the driver of a red sedan ignored him and kept going. the man (who by the way had one khaki pant leg much shorter than the other) became irate and started screaming "yield, yield, YIELD!!!!!!!!!!!" while chasing the car and throwing his chapstick at it.
who knew chapstick would ever be used as a weapon?
aside from the obvious reasons that gabriella is awesome (beautiful, smart, funny, caring, thoughtful...you get the picture), she just gave me an MP3 player which she got with her hp.com gift certificate for kicking ass at the <a href="http://www.invent.org/collegiate/">collegiate inventors competition</a>. (that's her in the back row of the picture)
it is..so neat! so little! so easy! so great for drowning out the constantly playing eminem in my lab!
thanks gabriella!!!!
why do you hate me? it seems that whatever i do offends you. even when i don't say anything, which has been my policy of late. particularly since you told me to shut the f*** up. i guess i decided to listen to you. but it didn't really seem to matter. you still hate me. i don't want to be your friend, but i don't see why you go out of your way to be rude or mean to me. i don't do anything to you.
sometimes i feel sorry for you. that is, when i am not hating you. i feel sorry for you because you are too stupid to realize that i am a good person. you're missing out, jerk.
wishing you a miserable life,
meisa
i've decided to do away with my about me section. i figure you all know enough about me, and it was irritating me.
only on the country station...
"we caught saddam" (to the tune of feliz navidad)
yeah we caught saddam
yeah we caught saddam
yeah we caught saddam
like a rat in a hole covered in foam
how bad is that? i started screaming when i heard it through my headphones at the gym this morning. fortunately there weren't many people around to think i was crazy. but i'm certain if they heard the song, they would have been screaming too.
......................
check out <a href="http://www.google.com">google</a> celebrating the 100th anniversary of the wright brothers' flight. they are so cute.
i have a strange relationship with 2 men i don't know. they dress in little white coats and i like to envision that they wear these coats all the time, except for when they go to bed. that's when they wear the nightgowns with nightcaps and walk around holding candles because they have no electricity. they are father and son and come home in the evenings to a woman (presumably the wife/mother) who works all day to cook them stew in the fire pit.
these men are the barbers at the barber shop down the block. i see them every morning cutting hair, and my imagination is set on fire. i ignore the fact that they have electricity in their barber shop and assume they only use it for the customers' comfort. i ignore that my friends tell me they see the barbers on the el, because of course, the barbers have no reason to leave; they live right above their shop. i hide my eyes when i see the barbers wearing regular clothes, because they don't have any, only little white coats.
we started off exchanging smiles every morning. the smiles soon grew into waves, but that is as far as it goes. when i see them outside the shop i grow very uncomfortable. because, of course, we would be expected to exchange pleasantries, and i prefer not to speak to them. they don't speak english after all, only polish or lithuanian. but really they don't speak at all, they are mutes. so you can see what a shock it is when they say "hello". i politely return their greeting, but move on and shake off the discomfort from them ruining my vision.
this morning i actually stepped into the shop to drop off some holiday cookies for them to eat after their stew. not having the glass between us and actually speaking was very strange. tomorrow will be better. we will smile and wave, not speak.
this morning, feelings of disappointment washed over me as i listened to voice of the beehive's "i think i love you". i've loved this song since 7th grade, but things have changed in the past few years. i found out that my favorite girl band from middle school was not the musical mastermind i thought they were. the song is...a remake! not only is it a remake, it was the partridge family that did it first!
at about the same time, i realized that bananarama wasn't as creative as i thought either. they weren't the ones who came up with "venus" or "love in the first degree"! were any girl bands of the 80s original? even the bangles redid simon and garfunkel!
these feelings are very similar to how i felt when i found out that the pippi longstocking movies were dubbed into english.
pippi, voice of the beehive, bananarama...how could you all lie to me for so many years? i feel betrayed, deceived, and in general disappointed.
there are people you meet in your life who touch you in unimaginable ways. just random people, maybe that you see everyday as you pay your tolls driving into work, or maybe the person you buy your coffee from every morning. just the smile they may give you, or the interest they take in your life just perks you up everyday.
for me, one of these people was <a href="http://web.wm.edu/news/?id=2902">ernestine jackson</a>, a dining services worker at william and mary. i met her my freshman year as i was standing in line at the cafeteria, waiting to pay for my food. her warm spirit was enough to brighten up any day, no matter how crummy it was. the way she would smile and say "hey boo, how're you doin'?" would make me laugh everytime.
ernestine was a woman with immense pride in her work. while the school may have thought they were paying her to swipe our IDs in the lunch line, her true job was caring for every student there as if they were her own children. she made it her mission to take an interest in everyone, and make everyone feel that, though they were far from home, they always had a friend in her. she was someone who would come running with jellybeans if she saw tears in your eyes, someone who would sing a song to you as you were standing in the lunch line, and someone who always had her arms open waiting for a hug.
ernestine jackson passed away monday morning at age 55 after losing a battle to cancer. with her passed all the bright eyed hellos and cheery smiles. but remaining are thousands of students whose lives have been forever touched by a wonderful woman who simply had to smile and say "hey baby".
check out my <a href="http://www.soultease.com/art.html#">cousin</a>. he kicks ass!
is it wrong that i keep sniffing my skin to smell the residual chlorine left from swimming this morning? will it make me high? is it bad for me? i can't stop!!!!!
about once or twice a month, a random stranger i pass tells me that i look like, or that i must be a very happy person. it's very nice of them, but i think it might be only because i whistle all the time.
i always have music running through my head, and rather than look like a crazy person walking through the hallway singing the song, i do the more socially acceptable thing and whistle. does whistling equal happiness? it can't possibly because i whistle even when i'm grumpy.
but i guess it isn't such a wrong impression to give people, as i generally am a very happy person.
sunshine lover is a funny name for someone so negative such as yourself. if you have a problem with my blog, why do you waste your time reading it? i came in this morning, already not too happy, and your words just stung. and i don't even know you. i shouldn't care, right? well, as you said, i am naive.
but sunshine lover, i think you too are naive. what makes you think that you can stumble upon my blog and understand me and know what i'm all about? you expressed your confusion at several entries, as though it were my goal to make myself clear to every random person that might come across my words. the people who read my blog and actually know and care about me don't always understand everything i write. you seem to think i am writing for others, when in fact, a lot of times i am writing for myself.
do i care that you think i am naive to be getting my PhD in chemistry and want to be a florist? no. i have no idea what you do for a living, but i'm sure you have your reasons, and i'm not about to insult you over them. do i care that you think i am being self indulgent with my writing? no. because, in fact, my blog is self indulgent. it is an escape for me and i have fun doing it. and i know for certain that there are quite a few people out there who have fun reading it.
so please, sunshine lover, do not return to my blog and make hurtful comments. they are unwelcome, and unsubstantiated as you don't know a single thing about me.
meisa
hey, will you help me walk on the wall?
not because i really want to walk on the wall, nor do i care to see the world from this height, but only because i want to hold your hand.
i smile and my cheek is ready for you
the small of my back empty without your hand there
and my space is vacant waiting for me to tuck into.
after many many mornings of setting the alarm for 6am and snoozing through my scheduled work out time, i finally made it to the gym this morning. entirely thanks to andrea also going, but whatever the reason, i made it. but because i haven't gone for so long, i neglected to bring with me a few key items.
socks
bra
underwear
you can guess from the title of this entry what i decided to do. i'm not feeling entirely free, as i keep thinking about it, but maybe by the end of the day i will be more comfortable with my situation.
in the slightly altered words of tom petty "yes i'm free, free-balling". hah!
so i'm back from 5 days of relaxation, a veritable cornucopia of naps, food, and family. these were the highlights, in no particular order.
1) learned how to make loo-bi-yah polo (an iranian rice dish with a tomato base, beef, and green beans)
2) witnessed my first turduchin (a chicken stuffed inside a duck stuffed inside a turkey)
3) purchased tall black boots
4) bonded with my cousin naysan
5) went to CVS with my mom
let me take a moment to reflect on item #4. naysan is the youngest of my new orleans cousins. therefore, growing up, i didn't spend quite as much time with him, as he wasn't alive yet, or if he was alive he wasn't always old enough to partake in the early bonding that occurred amongst anis, <a href="http://lay-c.com/hi/">shokufeh</a>, and i. despite the lack of time spent together during the early years, he remains one of my faves. we bonded quite a bit this weekend, tossing back and forth the "your mom" jokes (made funnier by the fact that his mom was my aunt and vice versa), recalling lines from our favorite childhood movies, and calling each other "chump" (pronounced more like "chomp"). he's a quiet guy, and will pretty much only engage in conversation when asked a direct question, such as the following:
me: naysan, why don't you ever read your sister's blog?
naysan: i have a policy to never read blogs. i find them to be self-indulgent and generally useless.
what a chomp.