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| Well, I've watched the site hits go down so I can only hope that means people are following the link to the new blog... I haven't yet managed to set up a hit counter on the new site, so I can't be sure how many of you have been viewing it. I wanted to post briefly to say first some apologies to the pen pals that I've written to... I definitely have your letters sealed and addressed but didn't have stamps for them. Additionally, I left them on the counter at home to remind myself to buy stamps... But I think they were still there when I left for DC again. SO I swear to God you'll get them as soon as I possibly can. I'm going to try to make it to the post office today so that I'll have stamps when I get home and can drop them in the mail the moment I get there. Also, do any of you have blogspot subscriptions? I would like to follow blogs there as much as I have time for (I try to do so for people here but there are so many of you!) and need to know where you are if I'm to do that! Hope everyone is doing well. Peace! | | |
| My new blog: http://www.thenovareproject.blogspot.com I'm gonna give the blogger thing a shot, I think. So far, aside from the issue of subscriptions, it seems like a lot of people do like the new service (myself included) so I think I'll try it for, say, a week, then reevaluate. One thing that makes me sad is that it doesn't seem to keep track of the 'footprints' I get, so I can't assuage my sense of inadequacy by seeing how many hits my blog gets on a given day. ^.^ I guess I'd better just learn to deal! Hee. After this entry I plan on going to update the other blog, so if you're interested, head on over there! It's been groovy, kids. See ya on the flip side. | | |
| Heyyo! I know I've already updated and everything... But I wanted to post ooonce more to ask you all to please go and check out a tentative site switch. I've just been goofing a little bit, toying with the idea of switching, moving on to bigger and better things. I'd really, really appreciate it if you would all take like, five minutes to go there, see what you think, and just give at least a 'yea' or a 'nay'. The readers determine the fate of the world! | | |
| Gotta say, I'm really ready for these snowstorms to go... Aah, I don't even know go where. Anywhere but here, that's certain! Another eight inches yesterday, on top of storm after storm, in anticipation of more storms. It's barely January. I'm gonna die in this frigid state, buried beneath an avalanche of epic proportions. My headline will read, "Girl Survives Herself Only To Perish In Snow Storm". (Sorry dude, it was the cleverest I could manage at the moment.) My wit is most assuredly lacking at present. I've spent the past week writing until my fingers cramp and my neck is permanently contorted into a Quasimodo hunch. Seriously, Crystal spent an hour trying to get the knots out earlier and she barely smidged 'em. Why, you ask? The answer is but one little word: money. My time is spent begging big corporations to send some pittance my way - or, rather, my loans' way. This little thing called 'adjustable rate' is shrieking down toward my head with all the dignity of a guillotine. I may have a job soon, provided the transfer works out, but $12 an hour isn't going to dent a-- well, I'd rather not admit to how large the monster is, but American U is not a cheap school, particularly when the government screws you over. Each day I prostrate myself before the scholarship gods, offering my baked goods and desperation as sacrifices. Wish me luck. So far, the sun has not shined upon this land. In positive news, I've got one substantial letter written to send off in search of sponsorships (17 pages, single-spaced, to be completely editted and finalized by next week) and have only three essays to go to complete one of the most promising grants I've yet come across. After that I return to The Great Hunt, meaning I drag a mattress down to the library and camp out in the reference section with their gigantic books of all the scholarships available in the US. Either that, or I move to Sweden and crash on Siri's doorstep.  Mildly connected tangent, but I'm considering moving this blog to a different hosting service. I've been sorta trying to wait for my website to get all established but that's taking a bit longer than expected and, in the meantime, it makes me so sad to think that no one can comment without their own Xanga subscription! It seems like a very cheap, very lame hook to get more traffic on their site and I hate supporting the corporate machine. (As mentioned earlier, I'd much rather they be supporting me.) Damn the man! I'm starting to feel out potential blog hosts (wow, that sounds dirty) but before anything final happens I'd like to know something: how would you all feel about a move? Could you handle the stress? | | |
| This'll be a brief entry as I'm really all talked out... It feels like I've done nothing but write today. I spent literal hours trying to carve out some decent essays for scholarships. I wrote at least four pages single-spaced, not including the general personal information and brief questions. Writey writey writey. Sunday I fly back to Maryland for a week to stay with my parents, bring back some more of Crystal's and my things, and say goodbye to everyone back there. It'll be the first time I've slept at my parents' in a year... Weird to think, huh? It's already been weird enough staying at Crystal's mom's house, completely dependent on her for transportation and food and all. Gotta tell ya: extremely uncomfortable. There seems to be something about having a grown child come back into the parent's house that makes hi/r feel compelled to treat the child like a child again. And the girlfriend apparently gets automatically drafted into that equation, despite being two years older and having lived on her own almost as long. The fact that it isn't even my own parent treating me like a thirteen-year-old makes it all the worse. I haven't felt this like a rebellious, petulant teenager in years. Here are my biggest issues: car, internet, event coordinating, bedtime. The car is obviously a touchy subject, since it belongs to Jody and we really don't have some inherent right to it. However, she did say that provided we assist with gas and maintenance she would allow us to use it as we had need. I didn't anticipate that this would translate to "if I don't want to drive you and it's somewhere I really need you to go, you may use the car." Somehow I didn't figure 'if you need' meant 'if I want you to do something'. God I will be relieved to get my own damn car. The public transportation system is a little easier here than in DC, but it's also more time-consuming and more expensive. Aside from that, I already hated having to use it in DC. Internet. ....I don't want to even think about my peeves with Amber and her whiny possessiveness. Sometime in the next month we should be getting wireless, if Jody keeps her word. Event coordinating. I am no longer a kid who needs her mother to plan out her day!!! Neither is Crystal! We don't need to have our appointments made for us and then get yelled at if we already had plans and can't make the appointments we didn't schedule! I resent that our days must be carefully arranged around any potential errand, chore or activity Jody decides to throw at us. Today, for instance, when Crystal and I decided not to take the hour and a half trip to Denver by bus and light rail when neither of us were feeling well... We got yelled at. Jody kept insisting that if she hadn't set up this or that nothing would have happened and Crystal wouldn't be ready to attend school. ... How is Crystal supposed to do anything if her mom does it first? We shouldn't have to feel guilty for something she chose to do when not even asked. ...I ramble, digress, and rant. Haha, and bedtime. Let us not forget. Okay. First, you must understand that Jody and we are on totally different schedules. She does not like this. She gets up at like five every morning and is in bed asleep by eight at night. We tend to be more the up at ten in bed at two types. And, in my opinion, when we have no significant outside obligations there is nothing wrong with this. (With me so far?) Jody does not like this. Every night around... Hm, now, usually, she'll come out and lecture us for not being in bed. Adoifgheaogh. I'm done!  I mean, there's nothing wrong with her schedules and policies and all - I'd just like to be treated a little more like a boarder than a juvenile. I want the courtesy to command my own comings and goings, my own schedule, my own leisure time and bed time and waking. I want to have my own liiiiiiife! | | |
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