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09 July 2012 @ 11:08 am
time to give livejournal a very abbreviated life update from my phone while I soak in a bath. I got this neat job driving a gigantic penguin-painted truck around and selling shaved ice to kids at all kinds of events. I quit the thrift store for this job and a giant boulder of misery was lifted off my life and I felt happy and awesome. getting paid to drive around all day ruled, working in a different location every day ruled, being told by my boss how I'm the most awesome employee all the time ruled. unfortunately my boss was this crazy, shady, cheap, back stabbing woman who had absolutely no ability to consider the needs of her employees. when she finally snapped, screamed at me for no reason, and left me stranded 45 minutes from my car, I was forced to quit the job. this was one week ago. so now I don't have a job. I do have one last paycheck coming in and I am filing for unemployment because

Hans and I bought a house in Atlanta! a real house! actually his dad bought it for us but we are paying him back mortgage style as if we really bought a house so I'm calling it the same thing. we rent our town home from his father and we are cut a huge break but that will no longer be the case! the house is on Hans' name and everything. I am so excited, but we have so much work to do. we are helping to put the finishing touches on renovations on the townhome and then we are fully responsible for renovating/finishing the house on our own.

it's all very exciting and terrifying and I am bored with writing this.

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15 May 2012 @ 11:33 pm
Any time I see him I want to move to a different universe.
06 March 2012 @ 10:17 am
it's spring break! I work part time now so I have a crazy four days off! and my car is in the shop so I have only house-obligations.

yesterday I did a crazy workout at the gym involving rope climbs, jump ropes, and wall balls. I climbed the rope all the way to the top for the first (and second) time! Nanner climbed it too. I was very proud.

After the WOD Nanner and I grabbed Wylie and went to my place to get my dogs, and then we went with Darcy to explore new parts of rope mill park. this new trail led to scary abandoned boats and a giant sand dune we ran up and down. I keep saying I am happiest when covered in dirt and scratches and it's true.

oh also Saturday night Hans and I went out with Molly and Ginger and Betsy. the best thing about going to clubs is laughing at the people who regularly go to clubs. after we'd had enough of the club we went to eat at R. Thomas. I would probably fatly eat their veggie sloppy Joe every day.

today I am possibly going to Kennesaw mountain with Joel, and also to hobby lobby with Jesse, and then to dinner with my family for my dad's birthday.

Sunday we all go to tallulah gorge. I am beyond excited. I dreamed I got there before everyone else and sat alone at the last waterfall waiting for the other's to arrive.

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23 December 2011 @ 08:29 pm
I am writing this from my hiding place in the bathroom at work. This is one of those jobs where you have to go hide, take deep breaths and talk yourself back into going back out there. I am being dramatic but also kind of serious. Anyway I ask to go to the beathroom all the time here, partially because I drink a thousand gallons of water a day and partially to escape looking at more of thd faces of customers. I don't care if my coworkers think I have IBS. Suck it.

Today I did the craziest WOD at crossfit, and I felt changes in myself and I was excited to discover them. For example I push through discomfort/pain/unpleasantness in the workouts better now, I complain less inside my head, and instead encourage myself more. Physically I feel stronger; hard and impossible things are becoming easier and possible.

I guess I should stop hiding now. I mean I am beginning to see work through crossfit lenses.

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21 December 2011 @ 03:02 pm
I decided to stop celebrating Christmas.

I decided to cut off my own head.

P.S. How do I get paid/make a living/survive as an activist?
26 November 2011 @ 07:26 pm
Hi livejournal. What's new in my life is I mostly hate my new job and I'm looking for another. I've fallen victim to mindless entertainment again, and I can't stop watching American Horror Story or Game of Thrones. I also play Skyrim when I have the time (twice in three weeks). Whoops, couch life. But I don't have the slightest guilt about my new fondness for the couch, for two reasons. One, it has been cold, and two, I have started doing CrossFit. CrossFit is my favorite exercise endeavor I have ever undertaken. I feel like an actual bad ass for the first time since I was 12.

I'm started to feel like I'm writing an essay and also I'm on my lunch break and I'd rather be reading blogs about food and food ethics, so that's all.

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18 September 2011 @ 05:21 pm
Hi livejournal getting your wisdom teeth removed is horrible and I do not recommend it. I'd rather have crooked teeth ugh
26 July 2011 @ 09:40 am
I was in the house I grew up in with Hans and my family. We were sitting on the couch, various blunt objects in our hands, awaiting the arrival of a zombie horde. The zombies were all bone-thin. In fact I don't think they were even anatomically correct. My dream must have added extra bones to achieve the level of skeletal creepiness these guys possessed. They'd arrive in small groups, and each group rang the doorbell. We'd march up to the door and open it to welcome our frighteningly thin guests, and beat their heads in (I was duel-wielding small baseball bats). Then we'd throw them in the basement where they still stood upright but we somehow knew they had been rendered useless and were no longer dangerous.

The shock came when we opened the door to a pair of our smiling neighbors, talking animatedly, but still clearly very much living corpses. Here my dream kindly flashes to a little explanatory scene which takes place in a mall. A girl is up high in a tiny elevator, which may or may not be part of a Space Needle replica, when a pair of the zombies below announce they know how to operate it and proceed to psychically force the girl to lower the lift down into the crowd of writhing corpses.

THEN IT FLASHES AGAIN, THIS TIME TO ALBUS DUMBLRDORE. Dumbledore is sitting in his study, writing a letter, apparently to me, and the dream kindly allows me to hear him narrate the letter as he writes it. He explains to me that if ever in life you taught a person how to do a thing--any thing, like ride a bike, use an oven, operate an elevator--then the person you taught, now a zombie, will be able to control you and by some psychic power, force you to do whatever action you once taught them to do. He tells me he is shut in his study and unable to leave, because he has taught everyone ever, so any zombie would have some form of control over him. He could therefore be easily overwhelmed. He goes on to tell me that zombies you were close to in life (like my friendly neighbors) will retain their personalities when and only when they are around you (or whoever else they were close to).

Flash! and back to my house, chatty zombies still rambling. I beat them over their heads but they keep talking, even with brain pulp showering out of their open skulls like confetti. We decide to just call them done-in and throw them in the basement, only to realize the basement was full. We decide to lead the harmless, broken zombies outside to make room for more. Throughout the dream refugees have been joining our number and in our mission to lead the bashed-in zombies outside, one of these refugees is found torturing one of the talking zombies. We all think he must be some kind of sadistic sociopath because hey man, how can you be torturing a thing which is amicably carrying on a conversation with you? Yet we kept this psycho around because we didn't have the heart to throw him out.

We walk out into the backyard to see a bunch of animals wandering around, and suddenly the animals are the zombies and the zombie invasion is a friendly cuddly game which is part of a Disney MMORPG for children? Next thousands of shiny animal visages overlaying each other like a gigantic zoologist's kaleidescope keep flying at me, encompassing my sight entirely. Now the dream ends.
08 March 2011 @ 03:14 pm
My house is beautifullll and I want to invite every one I know over. There is still work to be done, though, so a housewarming will have to wait. I hear Kenya in the kitchen is she moving a plate around? Kenya, what are you doing. The other night Hans came into the living room from the kitchen, leaped over the back of the couch and, landing next to me exclaimed, "we have a house together and we're in love!" Then he kissed me. We smile a lot.

Oh, what Kenya was doing was she was knocking over a glass filled with water so it would smash all over the floor and I'd have to delicately pick up all the glass pieces.

Nikki is in town from Texas and we may go get tattoos together. Totoro tattoos. Excited.

I can't stop thinking about weddings. I mean I can't stop thinking about having a wedding, my wedding. Oops.
22 February 2011 @ 03:05 pm
I'm typing this on one bar of stolen wifi connection, so, brief.

I have basically moved into the house with Hans. I'm glad we're both basically moving in together. I'm in the slow process of bringing my little things over here. Furniture I'll save for a weekend, maybe even this one.

Unfortunately, there are still some major things that need to be remedied with this house. For example there is left over wood everywhere and a toilet in the hall and another toilet on the back porch and the newest and most exciting thing is a leak coming from the washing machine pipes. So we can't wash clothes and there's a big hole punched into the kitchen ceiling. Hans and his dad will be fixing these things soon, though, and for the most part things are coming together beautifully. Mostly only the downstairs is still a chaotic disaster.

There is a black bookshelf on either side of the bed, one for him and one for me.

I had keys made. Mine is blue and Hans' is green. Our backyard is big and the sun is warm. The cat (whose name is finally Kenya) is on the bed with me right now.

Hans is away at work and mostly all I did today was take an online history test and help Hans' dad determine the source of the leak.

I have a house.