meisa's lagoon

so now that i've calmed down a bit, i can share the details of my madonna tickets. yes, i have madonna tickets. me. meisa. with madonna tickets. does this mean that i rule? why, yes it does. why, you ask? because i, meisa, have madonna tickets.
alright, so maybe i'm not so calm, but i'm not screaming anymore.
i came into work saturday morning with a mission, 6 madonna tickets. i had khalid on one computer with a bunch of ticketmaster windows open and me with the same on another computer and the phone in my hand. the seconds ticked by as we approached 10 o'clock. suddenly at about 9:58 all my windows stopped reloading. but luckily, khalid came through for me and i got 'em. yes!!! our seats are pretty good for the price range of our tickets. they were super expensive, but hey, it's madonna. and as jill said, "this is on my life's list of things to do." plus, it's her greatest hits tour. how could i pass it up?

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i usually leave bugs that i see indoors alone. they don't typically bother me and i figure, who am i to take their life? so unless they do something offensive, (for cockroaches, this simply means existing.) i leave them alone. but in the bathroom, i always get these horrible visions. i always imagine, as i'm sitting down to pee, that the one bug i see in there is going to have some sort of magnetic attraction to my butt and crawl/fly up it. logically i realize that it is a fairly small opening in a comparitively large bathroom and the bug would have no reason to go up my butt. but i think it everytime. in fact, i think i feel one in my butt right now. i knew i should have killed it!!!

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I'M GOING TO SEE MADONNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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as a synthetic chemist, maybe my calling in life is to make a deodorant that will satisfy all my needs, cause there certainly isn't anything on the market right now that does.
first i started off with a deodorant only. i'd heard that antiperspirant does bad things to your body since it stops you from sweating, so i looked at the store for a non-antiperspirant (a perspirant, if you will). shockingly, there are only a few on the market. after using the lady speed stick for a couple years, i gave up. it is no longer shocking to me that there are only a few. they suck.
next, at my roommate's suggestion, i went for the dove invisible solid, powder fresh. you would think INVISIBLE solid would imply that you can't see it. so why was it that everytime i wore a black shirt, i would get white powdery flakes on my clothes? this is not invisible. the plus was that i did not sweat and my armpits felt pretty dry. we're getting somewhere.
at my last trip to the store, i decided that i would find a clear gel antiperspirant/deodorant. this would theoretically solve the problem of white powder on my dark clothes. and yes, it did, but instead, unless i hold my arms straight out for 5-10 minutes, i get clear goo on my clothes. and it feels wet. seems that an antiperspirant is supposed to stop you from feeling wet. no good either. i should have known when the container said peach shimmer. who wants to shimmer in their armpits?
so unless someone out there has a good suggestion, i'm going to have to give up all my projects in the lab and start working on something. anyone willing to be a test subject?

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at home in bed, i often hold my stuffed dog, doggie, as my source of comfort. i've had him for 22 years or so. he's lost his eyes, ears, and arms multiple times but he's all in one piece for the time being. one of his arms has been sewn back on upside down, so he has two left arms, but that doesn't seem to matter much to him. he also doesn't seem to care that he used to be white once. i don't even remember that time, i think i was too young. but my parents tell me it's true.
my other security blanket is actually a book that is always on my nightstand, a royal pain by ellen conford. i have the entire book memorized, so i never start from the beginning, i just pick it up and open it where ever and start reading. it's missing both of its covers now and the ink where sharelle daily wrote my name across the side of its pages in 5th grade is fading fast. but those nites when i'm sad, homesick, or lonely abby adams (ordinary kansas teen switched at birth with the princess of tiny european nation, saxony coburn) and her adventures keep me company and lull me to sleep.

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why didn't we get up? why did we sit there for 25 minutes? we should have changed cars, but we waited from about sheridan to jarvis before we left. maybe you could call it entertainment, or maybe we were just too drawn in to leave. either way, we sat on the car and watched a drunk crazy man do coin tricks for us, spit all over us, and repeat his mantra of "bottom line is this...never teach your father to make babies".
it took me awhile to understand him, as i think he was speaking a mixture of several languages, english, italian, spanish, and jibberish. we determined that he must have also been crazy because there is no way just a drunk person could act like this. he accused me of being puerto rican several times, told me i was not as pretty as his daughter in law, told me i was very beautiful, and probably told me many other things that i will never understand and more than likely don't want to. his coin tricks consisted of transfering the coin from one hand to another until he lost control and the coin went flying. when he got tired of doing magic tricks for us, he implored me to sing along as he drummed on the seat. giving him a little credit, he was a significantly better musician than he was magician. but in his words, he was not only "the man" but also "the king of kings".
when we looked around and noticed we were the only ones left in the car with him, we decided he was best left alone with talents, and switched cars.

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i saw one of these on a friend. they're really neat! i'm thinking of getting the el alacran.

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i just realized that it has been an entire week since i've blogged. what's happenned? well, ladies and gentlemen, i started working! yes, it may be hard to believe, but i have been hard at work. so much so that i haven't 1) blogged (obviously) 2) checked my email 800 times a day 3) stared off into space for grossly long periods of time. to make up for my lack of entries, let's give a quick recap of the ups and downs of my week...

> went to a kickin' chemistry party. get a bunch of chemists in a room together...you can't even imagine the craziness that will ensue.

> watched a brand new abc family channel made for tv movie, celeste in the city. as with all abc family channel made for tv romantic comedy movies, there is always so much hope for something great. the movie rarely lives up to the expectations. this one was no exception. but i am holding out for the new one coming out in april!

> went to the mall to buy a green shirt to wear for st. patty's day...on which i did nothing.

> returned my rental car (by the way, did i mention that a woman hit it and scratched up the side? what's with my luck? at least she left a note though) and got sammy back. he looks fantastic and is very glad to be back in my hands. i must say, the feeling is mutual.

> spent my first truly late nite at work. got home after midnite. i feel a certain amount of pride at this, but not enough to want to do it again.

well, i think that's about all i have to report for the past week. don't worry, this whole "work" thing shouldn't last too long. i'll be back on the blog soon enough.

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sometimes i find myself struggling with what to write in here...what you share, who reads what, what you don't want some people knowing. i seem to run the spectrum from family to friends to ex-boyfriends. people from my life here, people from my life back home, people i've known since i was born, and then people i don't know at all. there's a fine line to tiptoe about how cryptic you are where some people understand and others just think you are weird.
i think my problem comes these days in particular. maybe most of you know this by now, i think most of you do anyway, but a couple of months ago, i broke up with my fiance. so i find myself wanting to write about that quite a bit because the whole story is very much real and still alive, but a lot of me doesn't want to trivialize the whole thing by blogging about it. but then again, i would say i take this quite seriously, so maybe it's not trivial at all. but i think broadcasting on the internet automatically trivializes things, no matter how seriously i take them.
and then there are the alternate times when i don't want to write about my past but want to write about my present. but if he reads this, will he be hurt when i talk about having fun or moving on? or maybe the fact that i have been ignoring that part of my life on my blog has been enough to hurt him, that i can talk about silly things like election signs or painting my room and not focus on the real issues going on. who knows?
i have yet to spread the news to much of my family and most of my family friends. maybe it becomes more real then and i'm afraid of admitting to that.
anyway, i think that's a lot of the reason i've been having trouble blogging recently. maybe this will cause me to be more open. or maybe i'll still struggle about what i want to share. i think the latter will be the case more often than not.
but still, i blog on.

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i used to think i would live in a house. a house with a big yard, maybe a hammock out back, tulips and daffodils that i planted myself, a porch with spindles i made myself, and twinkle lites decorating the trees for no reason other than i love twinkle lites. i used to imagine myself being a domestic goddess in this house of mine. baking the apple pie in the fall, from apples that i picked at the local orchard; hosting dinner parties where i made fancy appetizers and had place cards decorating the dinner table which i made myself (the place cards, not the table); sewing all the window treatments for every room; creating elaborate decorations and food to go with them for every holiday that passed my way. i imagined that not only would i have time and energy for all these things, but i would also give my all to my job as a chemistry professor, open up an artsy fartsy, crafty kind of shop which i would stock with things i made myself, and with all this, be a full time wife and eventually mother.
it's funny how you shift your dreams around as you get older. i remember i used to dream of being an FBI agent, and i think most of you who know me realize that that is the last thing i would ever be. but the dreams i just mentioned i really took seriously. i thought that i had reached my vision of what my adult life would be like, and maybe most of these things i could realistically attain. (alright, maybe i wouldn't pick the apples myself, and maybe i'd never get around to opening that shop, but most everything else...) but i find that i don't know if i want all those things anymore. i' don't think i've fully assessed what my current dreams are. but they certainly aren't all that i just mentioned. how they've changed, i'm not sure. granted, i'll keep those old dreams tucked away, maybe i'll go back to them someday. but for now, i'm still lookin...

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so in the last half hour,i have placed 3 calls to my insurance company and 3 calls to my car rental company trying to clear things up regarding my accident. either they 1) give me the wrong information 2) are not there or 3) just plain can't help me. why is this so difficult? i just want to get this over with!
in related news, sammy has a couple thousand dollars worth of damage. but i'll be getting him back in about a week. he appreciates all the well wishes from his fans. he hopes to be back on the road soon enough so he can thank you all in person.

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i passed a yard today with an advertisement for a candidate running for some sort of local office:

Vote Timothy NIMROD!!!!

doesn't this man realize that with a name like that, unless 5th graders are voting, he's never going to win?

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today i wasn't supposed to work. today was supposed to be a fun day. in fact, the whole weekend was supposed to be a fun weekend. i had no plans, but dammit, whatever plans i made were going to be fun. i got off to a good start with a nice dinner last nite, but then the inevitable return to work reared its ugly head this morning. once i resigned myself to coming in, i decided i would most certainly leave by lunch. it is now after 3 and i am still here. but i guess the plus is that i have managed to find some pure white product in a mess of ugly brown oil. maybe it will only be 2 milligrams, but dammit, it's pure.
and dammit, i'm not coming in tomorrow and it will be fun.

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the motto of the insurance company of the girl who hit my car:

"we help those who have tickets and accidents"

lovely.

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the toothpaste foams up in your mouth. you smile at me and gobs of foam spill out all over you. which, of course, only brings more laughter. maybe if you didn't use so much toothpaste!

speed demon tooth brusher...vrooommm! i'm more like a turtle, i guess. slowly, up and down, up and down. i think more than once, you have compared me to a mentally challenged person, based on the way i brush my teeth.

drain plugged, full of water to catch your lenses. i unplug, spit, wash off the sink, and replug drain. all set to go for you. very methodical.

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i got in a car accident tonite. i'm fine, but sammy isn't looking so hot. he's pretty crumpled on his front end. he got the worst of it. but i guess that's what happens when you are sandwiched between two cars.
and tomorrow i give group meeting. maybe to my readers out there, this means nothing. to me, it means a prime opportunity for humiliation in which i am put on display to show just how much i don't know about my research. not just in front of my boss, but everyone in my group.
so in the midst of preparing my slides, and doing my last minute experiments, i have to call the insurance company and cry for sammy's sorry state.
but, the umbrella in this whole unfortunate thunderstorm is the support and love of my family and friends. especially my dad who bought me dinner just before the accident, even if it was only half a dinner. ;)

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what if everyone knew what the mushroom handbook knows? this decrepit anthology has not been removed from the shelf for years, and as you pull it out, the binding crumbles beneath your fingers, dust falling all around. but the mushroom handbook has much more than just a collection of mushroom data. the mushroom handbook has been observing for years, amassing much more knowledge than it has to offer within its pages. how many kisses have been stolen in front of the mushroom handbook? how many tears have been shed in the mushroom handbook aisle? if only the mushroom handbook could talk; oh, the gossip it could spill!

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