meisa's lagoon

you always know it's something bad when the first words out of someone's mouth are "now i don't want you to worry, but..."

i got one of these phone calls last nite from my mother. my dad somehow managed to shoot himself in the hand with a nail gun. yes, it went all the way through. they put him through emergency surgery and it seems like there is no nerve damage, so he lucked out. but he'll have to be in some sort of cast like splint thing for awhile. on his right hand too. :(

thankfully, this "now i don't want you to worry" call, wasn't that bad. but whenever i get one (which luckily hasn't been that often), i sort of become alerted to the thought that i could really get one at any minute. i mean, who would have predicted this nail gun accident? or anything else that could happen. it's a scary thought. but for now, i won't think about all of those possibilities and focus on the fact that this accident was not so bad in the grand scheme of things. my dad is safe and back home now, but i don't think he'll be doing any home repairs for quite awhile.

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on occasion i wake up in the middle of the night full of anger. i think of something from my day that didn't necessarily bother me much when i was awake and rational, and then i get soooo worked up over it. if it's a person i'm angry with, i plan out a whole speech that i will deliver to them in the morning to put them in their place. and then by the time i wake up, there's no more rage, and i usually laugh at how silly i was in the middle of the night. but my problem is that this rage can keep me awake for up to an hour or more sometimes. i conquered this problem when it came to nightmares. i am now able to rationally tell myself that there is no possible way a 3 foot spider could be hiding in my bed and that it was just a nightmare and i should go back to sleep. but i can't seem to rationally get over my night time anger. how do learn to say to myself, "shut up meisa. you won't care about this in the morning. go back to sleep."

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do all boyfriends/husbands eat all of their girlfriends'/wives' food? or is that just my boyfriend?

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i've never been so aware of my cell phone before. i always keep it on (very unlike me), i check it constantly to see if anyone has called. i even call my voicemail every nite to confirm that nobody has left me a message. i'm waiting to be clued into two very important events...

1) i'm soon to become the favorite second cousin of a child that has yet to be born, let alone choose its favorite second cousin. but it doesn't have to choose. i've declared it. i'm SO eagerly anticipating shokufeh and sam's baby. i can't wait! too bad i can't be there - hence, i wait for the phone to ring.

2) it's been about 2 weeks since my interview, and they said i'd hear back in a few weeks. like i said, i have mixed feelings about their response, but i'm still kind of eager to hear back. but most of all, i don't want to leave their message sitting on my cell phone for 3 days because i haven't turned it on - which is what happened when they called me for an interview. oops. i've learned my lesson now.

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i really miss virginia in the fall. i thought we were having a pretty nice autumn here, but then my dad sent this picture of my house back in fairfax. don't you just want to roll around in those leaves?

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well, a commercial got to me again. BIG TIME. i have to admit, i was a little sensitive already, having bawled all the way through extreme makeover: home edition. but you have to understand, the girl had lost all her skin. the other ones didn't have legs. and all they wanted was to be accepted and be like other kids their age. who wouldn't cry? well, khalid didn't. and he most definately gave me this look like, "who is this crazy person i moved in with?!?!"
and then he gave me the look ten-fold when i started crying at the Chase bank commercial. once again, it was a daughter getting married with her father watching her. and everytime he looked at her, she was just a little girl...so beautiful. *sniff* *sniff* does anyone have a tissue?

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man have i been a terrible blogger recently...i've entered the crazy stage that is the beginning of the end of my PhD, and feel like i'm being tugged in all directions in my mind. my brain is constantly sending me different messages of what i need to be doing right at that moment, and blogging just hasn't seemed to be edging its way in successfully.
both good and bad has been going on recently, mostly good i would say. i landed an interview for my dream job which i had yesterday, and it went really well. we'll hold out for a few weeks here and see what they have to say. i want the job because i can't imagine anything cooler, and i don't want the job because i don't really know what khalid and i would do. but i gave it my best shot and we'll see what comes of it.
in an effort to find another really cool job that would be near where khalid needs to be, i sent out another resume, and got my first rejection. my parents' response? "get used to it" which i suppose they are right about, but man, when you see a job that you would be perfect for, it's really hard to understand when a company doesn't see that. so that was a bit of a blow.
in non-job search news, we went to a friend's wedding last weekend in pittsburgh. lovely! although the dj played a lot of what i would call "grocery store music", we had a ton of fun. yes, you can still have fun dancing to "smooth operator"! pictures to come...

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so i've saved this picture i took months ago thinking to myself that it was my perfect halloween blog picture and then things got crazy and i didn't post. :(

to everyone out there, happy halloween! i hope you a had a ghoulishly good time!

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