The"Wink Wink" Entry
Date: 12/30/04
Climate:Poland
Eating:actually, physically, cannot eat
Drinking:Jamba Juice and water
Feeling:content
Listening to:old school Atmosphere
Watching:Sex and the City, part II, Season Six
Reading:The Economist's special christmas issue
The holidays are nearly over. Already the stores are packing in Valentines Day crap. First off, those chocolates they sell are disgusting and secondly, what the hell do you do with a generic, white bear with I Love You detailed on its rotund chest? Seriously. I think in the moment one would reply "oh, how sweet" but then what? I see so much being sold as of late that is essentially meaningless.
Therefore, my Christmas gifts were not. Oh no. My parents, or should I rephrase that and say "Santa," definitely have learned over the years. Besides the IPOD (which will be engraved to say Wink Wink...after all the contemplating of various, somewhat legendary song lyrics) and my initials. This is primarily due to the fact that since nearly everything I carry on my person has been stolen not once, twice, but thrice, that if this gets snatched too, the fucker will have a nice little flirty phrase to remind him of what he stole. Or she.
I got many cooking supplies and a fully loaded spice rack. This excites me greatly. There were more items that were more generic like perfume and gift cards (contrary to my mother's disdain of the gift card)...shoes. Books. Jewelry. My father bought me a beautiful ring which I am quite certain I will lose if I wear it...seeing as I lost the bracelet Eddie gave me for Christmas last year. So I don't wear it. I just look at it.
I should also note that Julie and I had a great gift exchange. I love shopping for her be/c when I see an item that will work it just screams JULIE at me. She bought me the most amazing thing...if any of your recall those tiny little capsules, which, when dropped in hot water, explode into small, foam creatures...well, then you and I ought to get together. I have twelve capsules which will result in twelve foam dinosaurs. I know that most people grow out of fascinations like these after the age of 12, but I just can't shake this dinosaur fixation. I love them so much.
They are talking about international adoption on Odyssey and needlessly intellectualizing it. I should call in. Speaking of adoption, last night while watching the last episode of SEx and the City, Charlotte and Harry get their Chinese baby. When I first saw that with Julie, she said to me "oh, its like Cherie."
Yes. I can't imagine how excited my parents were...well, they told me they were so excited that they got lost and instead of driving to the airport to get me, they drove into...Wisconsin. Its a cute story. I suppose anything is cute compared to me in an orphanage for a year. I wonder if I would be dead if I was still there, from the Tsunami. When I hear about the masses of bodies in the water supplies, I start to gag and cry simulatenously. I need to get off my ass and actually take vacation time and go to help when things like this happen. Yet I don't. In the more rational and perhaps desensitized portion of my brain, I think "perhaps this is the way we handle over population." No one can say that area is under populated. Who knows.
Date: 12/30/04
Climate:Poland
Eating:actually, physically, cannot eat
Drinking:Jamba Juice and water
Feeling:content
Listening to:old school Atmosphere
Watching:Sex and the City, part II, Season Six
Reading:The Economist's special christmas issue
The holidays are nearly over. Already the stores are packing in Valentines Day crap. First off, those chocolates they sell are disgusting and secondly, what the hell do you do with a generic, white bear with I Love You detailed on its rotund chest? Seriously. I think in the moment one would reply "oh, how sweet" but then what? I see so much being sold as of late that is essentially meaningless.
Therefore, my Christmas gifts were not. Oh no. My parents, or should I rephrase that and say "Santa," definitely have learned over the years. Besides the IPOD (which will be engraved to say Wink Wink...after all the contemplating of various, somewhat legendary song lyrics) and my initials. This is primarily due to the fact that since nearly everything I carry on my person has been stolen not once, twice, but thrice, that if this gets snatched too, the fucker will have a nice little flirty phrase to remind him of what he stole. Or she.
I got many cooking supplies and a fully loaded spice rack. This excites me greatly. There were more items that were more generic like perfume and gift cards (contrary to my mother's disdain of the gift card)...shoes. Books. Jewelry. My father bought me a beautiful ring which I am quite certain I will lose if I wear it...seeing as I lost the bracelet Eddie gave me for Christmas last year. So I don't wear it. I just look at it.
I should also note that Julie and I had a great gift exchange. I love shopping for her be/c when I see an item that will work it just screams JULIE at me. She bought me the most amazing thing...if any of your recall those tiny little capsules, which, when dropped in hot water, explode into small, foam creatures...well, then you and I ought to get together. I have twelve capsules which will result in twelve foam dinosaurs. I know that most people grow out of fascinations like these after the age of 12, but I just can't shake this dinosaur fixation. I love them so much.
They are talking about international adoption on Odyssey and needlessly intellectualizing it. I should call in. Speaking of adoption, last night while watching the last episode of SEx and the City, Charlotte and Harry get their Chinese baby. When I first saw that with Julie, she said to me "oh, its like Cherie."
Yes. I can't imagine how excited my parents were...well, they told me they were so excited that they got lost and instead of driving to the airport to get me, they drove into...Wisconsin. Its a cute story. I suppose anything is cute compared to me in an orphanage for a year. I wonder if I would be dead if I was still there, from the Tsunami. When I hear about the masses of bodies in the water supplies, I start to gag and cry simulatenously. I need to get off my ass and actually take vacation time and go to help when things like this happen. Yet I don't. In the more rational and perhaps desensitized portion of my brain, I think "perhaps this is the way we handle over population." No one can say that area is under populated. Who knows.