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January 18th, 2005

08:38 pm - My First Day of School Today was my first day of school. And I count it as fairly successful, despite the fact that I got a $10 parking ticket for parking in motorcycle parking. (There is simply NO WAY people will be driving motorcycles in this weather--the frigid blowing slow and biting wind. They would turn into a popsicle in minutes.) But I had tired of circling the parking lots with the other parking vultures. Moral of the story is--get there early and take some reading. Which I will have no shortage of. My first class was mind-numbingly dull. I was afraid I was drooling in my comatose state. (Not really, but it was really bad.) We discussed the difference between "lie" and "lay" and how they are used. I thought this was a class in linguistics--you know studying how languages are put together and the theory and science behind it. But apparently the only science I will be learning is how best to prop my eyeballs open. The other classes were good--although I already have a group presentation due next Tuesday. Yikes! But it's fine. I do realize that I've gotten older when I look around and want to scream at these people like their mothers should be. The first class of the morning, this kid walks in with his black knit cap--the brim all tilted to the side. When he removed it, the sides of his head were shaved leaving a crop of greasy black hair running down the middle of his scalp. And lets not overlook the lip that was pierced several times, and the pants hanging past his ass. He had a belt too, so I don't understand the problem there. You know, one of those nice black belts with the metal studs all over it. I was really tempted to run over and rip the shit out of his lip and take a razor to his head. Not that I have any feelings against piercings. It was just the overall look combined with the fact that I was sitting in a college English class. I guess I've become conservative over the years. Then my evening class Mountain man Mitch walked in. His outfit was complete with the flannel shirt and the leather flappy ear hat. There were masses of long unkempt curly hair and scraggly beard under that hat--in fact it was all you could really see. He took the hat off for a minute--revealing his cromagnum forehead, and really the best choice was for him to keep it on. Then when the teacher took attendance, Mountain Man Mitch announced that he wanted to be called Sally. I have no response to that. So that was my first day. It was good though, and I got to have coffee with my friend Erin, who is also a returning student. yay! a playmate for recess ;) Current Mood: satisfied

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January 15th, 2005

11:06 pm - Crazy horse lady... The 13 hour drive back to Wisconsin was fairly uneventful. I managed to procure several books on tape by Janet Evanovich--her Stephanie Plum series is hilarious and I totally recommend it. Anyway, between three books on tape and the full soundtrack to the phantom, the time passed fairly quickly--although my ass was really asleep by the time I got here. But I just wanted you all to know that I made it here alive. I would like to say for the record that it is cold as a mo' fo' out here. The snot in my nose freezes upon walking out the door. The cold wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the wind....Good LORD. So, my parents have horses. They're camped out in the back yard. And there's this woman who lives across the street who keeps a horse here also. The bitch is crazy. I'm not really sure why my family puts up with her craziness. Especially since this is our damn house and our damn barn and pastures. But whatever. So her last horse was put down recently. And instead of what one usually does, which is call the guys with the big truck, she spent $1800 to have her horse cremated. Now, I feel bad that her horse died. It is sad. But having your horse cremated is wierd. And now she has her 52 pounds of horse ash in an oak box-coffin-type thing in her living room. I guess the added bonus to this is that the horse is closer for communications, since apparently her dead horse told her to buy her new horse. Like I said, the bitch is crazy. She marches with her horse. I shit you not. Sometimes my family entertains itself by watching her out the window. Marching better than those kids in basic training. I'm not sure what she hoped to accomplish by marching her horse, but I hope for her sake it's working. Current Mood: curious

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January 11th, 2005

11:23 pm - A moment of silence... So, I just went to see the Phantom of the Opera again...for the third time. (Yes, I already know that I'm crazy.) And of course I sobbed uncontrollably at the end. (Ok. I'm still a little teary. Who am I kidding?) I'm firmly in the Phantom's corner. Because we all know what it's like to love passionately, and not be loved in return, and it's just so damned sad. All he wants is to be loved, but has to hide away from the world because of his ugliness, and I have known that feeling. The music also takes me back to a time in my life when I was a little obsessed with the Phantom cd's (we're talking 8th grade here), when I was sad and it took me to another place away from where I was. So the moral of that story is that the movie industry will probably be getting a lot of my money until they release the damn thing on dvd. I have to admit that I am a bit freaked out about going back to school. It goes beyond the young kids and the knowledge that I will be one of the oldest in my classes. (Maybe not, but probably.) It's just been so long since I've gone to school full time, and I want to do a good job, but I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm not as smart as I thought I was, or that my GI Bill checks won't come like they should, or that I won't be able to get my books on Monday before school starts on Tuesday. All in all, I'm suffering from a lot of anxiety about things that I know aren't within my control. Bla. Well. Enough of that. I would like to say to the person that I hurt with my chicken-shit non-confrontational email, that I'm sorry. It was a shitty thing to do, and I'm sorry that I hurt you. and I still love you, and always will. I'm in mourning for Jerry Orbach. He (together with Sam Waterston) MADE the show Law and Order, and I simply can't believe he's gone. You may also remember him from Dirty Dancing as Baby's father. Let's all have a moment of silence for Jerry. Law and Order will never be the same without him. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: Um...yeah. Still Phantom, my friends.

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January 10th, 2005

03:43 pm - Sicky McSick I hate being sick. I hate when your nose is all stuffed up and you can't breathe. And even though you're tired, you can't sleep because you will inevitably have to blow your nose in five minutes. Then you take the drugs, and you have medicine head. With the additional bonus of dry mouth and a sore throat from sucking air in through your mouth. This sucks. On a lighter note, it was wonderful seeing everyone the other night. I've missed my peeps here in Maryland since I'm now residing in my parent's basement in Wisconsin. Which is okay and can even be fun, if you don't mind giving up all rights to privacy. It's strange for me and definitely a readjustment after owning my own house, and now I can't even talk on the phone without being grilled as to whom I'm speaking too. But really, my family is amusing, and my house is loud, so it's not all bad. I'm still campaigning to get everyone and anyone to come out and visit. There really is more to do than tip cows. (Not much more, but still.) It's nice and the pace of life is much slower. I definitely don't miss the traffic out here. Sadly, I've got nothing else. Maybe once school starts in a week I'll have more exciting things to share again. Current Mood: sick Current Music: Phantom--I loved the movie

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October 22nd, 2003

12:57 am - Here's what i don't get.... when people tell you that they're not "ready for a relationship." i'm not saying that i'm completely discounting that. because i don't know what's fucked up in someone else's head. not really. it's when someone says they have to "get their shit together" first. as i see it, life is a work in progress. nothing will ever be perfect. you will never be done paying your credit cards, or fixing your house, or even be completely comfortable in your job. you will always have problems and things going on. and while i agree that you shouldn't seek love out in anyone and everything that moves, what if someone comes along that you think is great? what if love drops in your lap and you let the chance go by? you gotta hop that train before it goes to the next stop, baby. carpe diem and all that. i don't think that life gives you the opportunity to sort everything out and get completely comfortable before it throws you the next curveball. call me a risk taker. just throwing it out there. we had a guy we picked up off the pavement who had been passed out for 45 minutes. he blew into the breath thingy and was a .62. shouldn't he be dead? Current Mood: pensive

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September 14th, 2003

05:46 am Further exploits. The other night my partner Tammy and I responded to a call for an attempted burglary. We pull up and as I'm putting the car into park, a man wearing only a beach towel crawls out of the front window of his house. Our mouths fell open. He was fat, like he had swallowed a beach ball, and had a CURLY MULLET. I have to admit I was very distracted by the mullet. Tammy also assured me that he smelled very bad, although I didn't get close enough to tell. (These are probably the reasons that his wife is on a plane to Bolivia. I don't think she's coming back.) Things quickly went downhill when Tammy asked him why he hadn't bothered to put on any clothes if he knew we were coming... Tonight was fight night. Literally. Apparently people were all heated up from the De La Hoya fight and felt the need to beat the hell out of each other. We responded to one call, where everyone had already split, but had left behind two extremely bloody tshirts. We followed a trail of blood down to the woods, but then our sergeant told us "fuck 'em. They don't want our help." That's a direct quote my friends. Midnights are a tough crowd. Right now I'm watching a drunk, chained to a table talk nonsense and scream "mother fucker" at that very same sergeant. Apparently he was trying to get into people's houses. So last night a lieutenant on our department died in a car accident--it's upsetting. I mean, it always is when a coworker dies, even if you don't know him. I went home and told my boyfriend who woke up and opened one eye for the news. He looked at me, said "oh that guy. I almost got into a fistfight with him at the jail once." rolled over, put the pillow back over his head and went to sleep. (I used to think the pillow thing was because he didn't want to have to look at me, but no. He's just odd. That's how he sleeps.) It was very anticlimatic. So I had a cigarette. John Ritter died. That made me sad. Poor guy. I have, however ha have the theme song to "Three's Company" in my head for two days. Is that wrong? Current Mood: mellow Current Music: duh. Billy Joel

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September 7th, 2003

09:46 pm Insofar, my life as a cop can only be described as...odd. Last night I almost had to shoot a deer, but it had died before I got there. It was just a little baby, and a woman was sitting next to it in the street crying. She had wrapped it up and was wiping the blood from it's nose with tissues. This may seem touching, but I found it really strange. Sad, but the damn thing was dead. Good thing too. I was afraid she was going to be one of those who would insist on saving it and then toss herself on it weeping while I tried to shoot it. luckily, we were just able to pull it to the side of the road. But then the lady wrapped it up in a white trash bag and tucked it in like she was putting her child to bed. I could only watch and shake my head. I hadn't before realized how many people are truly crazy. I responded to a call a few weeks ago. When we got there the guy was standing behind his apartment with a pair of binoculars urging us to be quiet as we approached. He was very thin and definitely unkempt. We managed to get him to talk to us and he told us that there were people wearing camouflage-not regular camouflage mind you, but foliage. Actual foliage so they could blend into the trees. And these people were crawling through the grass behind his apartment with guns. My partner asked him "do you see them now?" he was very serious and looked through his binoculars hard, and told us that he thinks they went across the street to the 7-11. Someone else had a call that same week for a man who believed that his neighbors were spying on him by putting glitter on his pants. oh yes! they could hear him through the glitter. All i can say is that i'm glad i'm not THAT crazy. Current Mood: sleepy

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