tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31684222011-04-21T14:49:35.152-04:00say no to candythe adventures of storyqueen.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-1062980864661034362003-09-07T20:27:00.000-04:002003-09-07T20:27:44.576-04:00try again?d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-1062980817142447582003-09-07T20:26:00.000-04:002003-09-07T20:26:57.070-04:00this is just a testd.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-911427412003-03-21T15:21:00.000-05:002003-03-21T15:21:53.013-05:00there is a fine residue of red spray paint covering everything. maybe it's not a good idea to combine the studio/office thing, or just not a good idea to spray paint inside...
i think i am going to trash that idea and buy some fabric instead to cover the walls...a better effect, easier, etc.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-880132222003-01-25T13:43:00.000-05:002003-01-25T13:43:46.740-05:00i don't get it. why isn't this working? anyway, the goal is to write today, something, so that's what i'm doing. the noonday demon makes me sad, because it makes me think about my own experiences, my mom and dad, my brother--like gets me in this really full, weepy, elegaic mood. i feel overwhelmed by love and wishfulness and emotion and everything else, and i just feel like sobbing. i think paco d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-880121392003-01-25T13:10:00.000-05:002003-01-25T13:10:08.796-05:00testing to see if this works. i'm going to be ftp'ing to my storyqueen website, instead of here on blogspot. or back there on blogspot.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-879533452003-01-24T07:55:00.000-05:002003-01-24T07:55:43.526-05:00what i'm reading:
The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression, by Andrew Solomon
Time Management from the Inside Out, by Julie Morgenstern
d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-835910982002-10-27T08:19:00.000-05:002002-10-27T08:19:00.030-05:00on my website, i think i'm going to create a table with no background, so that the central column of text can be on a flat color BG, and just use textured background around it.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-835910412002-10-27T08:15:00.000-05:002002-10-27T08:15:56.200-05:00i don't want to pack anymore!!!!
i've managed to pack my apartment in about three days, which is a record for me (it usually takes at least a week). but i'm SICK of it. i'm so burned out. no more!!!
anyway, right now i gotta take a shower, wake up paco, and go pick up the u-haul. plus, i need coffee. and breakfast.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-832803912002-10-21T00:05:00.000-04:002002-10-21T00:05:03.153-04:00storyqueen
check it out! it's my site, or my site-to-be, at least.
i am exhausted. our bridal shower (well, what do you call it if it's for both of us? the groomal shower? the broomal shower?) it was awesome and awful and stressful but ultimately very nice, if that makes any sense.
it was byootiful having jen and dan and chandra around this weekend. miami would be better with good friends d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-831617612002-10-18T05:58:00.000-04:002002-10-18T05:58:44.693-04:00Dame Darcy
lookin at the dame darcy website too early in the morning cuz i can't sleep. my alarm clock jus went off. that is so depressing, when you are already strung-out awake when your alarm clock goes off.
i am getting a bit drowsy actually, so i think i'll take advantage and try to sleep for a little bit befire it's really time to get up.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-831035802002-10-17T01:31:00.000-04:002002-10-17T01:31:52.400-04:00it's been awhile, eh? i saw david sedaris tonight with michelle at the jackie gleason theater. i laughed so much that i almost felt it was too much and headachey and overstimulated, but i am extremely glad i went.
i only had one effexor left today and i only slept four hours, probably a bad combination. i am emotionally strained, my tongue hurts, i couldn't sleep even though i was exhausted. sod.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-811884342002-09-05T10:15:00.000-04:002002-09-05T10:15:14.810-04:00movabletype.orgd.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-806702132002-08-24T20:14:00.000-04:002002-08-24T20:14:15.590-04:00
self referential blogd.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-806701172002-08-24T20:09:00.000-04:002002-08-24T20:09:59.896-04:00this is a story in progress...it's very unfinished, gaps and holes.
stay tuned for additions and changes. names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Esperanza and I roll a shopping cart slow and clumsy through a busy Publix. Tonight is the Brazilian Film Festival screening on the beach, and I have this idea in my head about bringing "elegant picnic food" or at least the Publix version of d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-771303792002-05-30T00:34:00.000-04:002002-05-30T00:34:36.003-04:00i miss blogging and journaling. things have changed a lot since november for me. cleaning and making my house feel good are just more or less regular things in my life, not this huge insurmountable obstacle.
love and cheese,
med.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-771303272002-05-30T00:33:00.000-04:002002-05-30T00:33:03.380-04:00are we still on?d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-107187152002-03-13T22:52:00.000-05:002002-03-13T22:52:07.093-05:00my service report
d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-101240072002-02-25T20:31:00.000-05:002002-02-25T20:31:09.360-05:00an older lady in a long fuzzy robe, nightgown, and house sandals hurrying into 7-11 laughing and saying sheepishly to anyone who looked at her, "¡es que lo mandé a buscar la leche pero no...es que se acabó la leche!"
a guy outside talking on the payphone, next to the dumpster, stamping on an old sheet of newspaper on the ground that caught fire when he tossed his cigarette on it.
catching a d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-70361092001-11-11T11:50:00.000-05:002001-11-11T11:50:45.180-05:00just dipping in for a sec--
i just did some domestic tasks FINALLY...i cleaned my kitchen (well, mopped the floor and cleaned off some yucky surfaces) and cleaned my bathroom. i feel a lot better now that it's clean, but while i was fighting with my cuban mop and trapo thingy to make the kitchen floor all spic and span i wanted to scream cuz i'm NOT A VERY GOOD HOUSEKEEPER!!!!!
yesterday was a d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-69837362001-11-09T00:17:00.000-05:002006-05-30T22:28:59.986-04:00i tried to post something earlier, but i guess it didn't work.i just saw luis buñuel's "that obscure object of desire." i liked it. i'm looking for some type of analysis/critical text on it and i can't find anything that i want, at least not on the web so far.this picture of paco lookingat me from my desk (the picture is looking at me from my desk) is just so cute.my back hurts. agh! again, it's d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-65085602001-10-21T17:51:00.000-04:002006-05-30T22:23:31.830-04:00it's overcast and gloomy out...one of those sticky, wet florida days. my head has been hurting all day even though i drank a cortadito before the meeting and 16 oz. starbucks coffee afterwards. so it must not be from lack of caffeine. i used to get bad eyesight headaches when i was younger, but they seem to have gone away. i lost awful headaches and got raging pms instead. i think i got a bad d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-64877142001-10-20T16:54:00.000-04:002001-10-20T16:54:36.210-04:00something doesn't seem to be working properly. this is just a test. this is just a test.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-64869222001-10-20T16:04:00.000-04:002001-10-20T16:04:27.043-04:00it's been a week since my last blog. i'm listening to the magnetic fields...one of my favorite songs off that cd. my mom and john are in town. i had an amazing study this morning...we spent over two hours there! I AM GETTING OFF THE INTERNET *NOW* to take out the trash, wash dishes, pick up junk around my apartment, which is feeling yuckier and cluttery-er by the second, and work on my midterm d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-63184072001-10-13T20:41:00.000-04:002001-10-13T20:41:32.650-04:00wow, i've been neglecting. today i meant to do a lot of things, but as usual, ended up poring over witnessesonline, websites about going into consulting, and "alternative media" reports about the attack on afghanistan.
i had a long talk with paco about some stuff...it was a good conversation. and he presented me with some alternatives to the consulting dilly-o. and we talked a little bit about d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-62541212001-10-11T00:27:00.000-04:002001-10-11T00:27:53.576-04:00okay, so el gran blogger doesn't always work/update/publish when you think it will, but it's free.
this has to be short, because i can't let myself get so distracted i stay up all night wasting time that could be better spent sleeping.
i am miserably behind in class and can't figure out how to catch up.
i love paco.
he doesn't know the URL for this yet, although i kind of told him i was d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-62393202001-10-10T12:41:00.000-04:002001-10-10T12:41:46.903-04:00hi...just adding more...i feel pretty good today, trying to figure out my goal of working from home/freelancing/consulting. i'm wearing a light green shirt and my dragon platform shoes. i didn't get hot and sweaty today driving to work with my broken A/C. i found a good new chain bagel/coffee place to get breakfast and lunch on the beach. (miami beach, that is.) i talked to my grandma this d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-62276412001-10-09T23:46:00.000-04:002001-10-09T23:46:25.196-04:00it's nightime, and i'm very tired. the end of the day was good. they had an open house at p's school and i watched him give presentations to all the parents and it was so cute and awesome. he kept doing that nervous clicking/pausing, tiny spazzing thing when he spoke, but i think it was just noticeable to me because i know him. his classroom is really big and a wreck, maintenance-wise. god, i d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-62190882001-10-09T15:09:00.000-04:002001-10-09T15:09:27.680-04:00i'm freezing. office jobs are freezing. is this technically an office job? i work in an office. sorry this is so banal. i'm loosening up, i'm trying to loosen up. when i used to do my zine it was a lot easier to write informally like this. now when i do it i feel extremely self-conscious. hi karla! if you are indeed reading this, i think you are my first and only visitor. congratulations!
my d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-62176942001-10-09T13:57:00.000-04:002001-10-09T13:57:26.036-04:00testing, testing, 5 6 7...d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-62158542001-10-09T12:01:00.000-04:002001-10-09T12:01:37.690-04:00i'm at work right now, and i see no blogs!! i keep checking what's supposed to be my page, and it says "page not found." this sucks. i have to pee, i just finished the last of a cup of cold coffee. i have so much to do, two lightbulbs went out in my office, and there are papers everywhere. i'm sitting in my dimly-lit white rectangle ignoring the red message light on my phone. and IM'ing. i 've d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-62077222001-10-08T22:54:00.000-04:002001-10-08T22:54:37.710-04:00i'm not seeing anything. just making sure i'm getting this right. it's hot in here.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168422.post-62076732001-10-08T22:52:00.000-04:002001-10-08T22:52:23.680-04:00does it say the time? this is my first blog, i guess you could say. i'm tired, and should be doing a lot of other things. it's in the interest of work--i'm discovering blogging so the kids in the workshop i'm teaching can do it as a writing exercise. over and out.
med.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128611753259726070noreply@blogger.com