tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88068682011-04-21T15:38:53.634-04:00A blog, by definition in haiku, Personal gossip/ daily chatter of living/ so voyeuristic!jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.comBlogger1951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-62330635206782215982007-09-09T05:37:00.000-04:002007-09-09T05:52:05.599-04:00

So I actually rocked out of the house today. And did something mildly cultural. Kinda sorta.I went out dancing and drinking last night with some of the new little darlings that have recently moved into the area. Dancy dancy, drinky drinky and all that and got home around 5 in the morning as usual.Then I got up at 8. And put on clothes. And went out to meet one of my darling friends to go to

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-76291481780683227802007-09-07T09:21:00.000-04:002007-09-07T09:28:21.568-04:00

I'm working on stuff recently. Personal projects mostly. And by projects I mean drinking too much wine and trying to look cool in a jaded way. It's not working good, the looking cool. But the overpriced house wine from the arty bar has me pretty buzzed. So it's not really a wash.I'm still thinking of getting some stage time out here.So far the list of things that I've decided are funny enough

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-52332803157477736982007-08-29T05:51:00.000-04:002007-08-29T06:11:42.673-04:00

So yeah. I'm out here in exotic Japan, just hanging out. I've been here just a touch over a year, working a teaching job that mostly entails sitting quietly in the staffroom and dodging the occasional jab with a sharpened pencil from the evil autisitc child of doom. I'll be here for another year, as I've signed a contract. Suprisingly for me I'm actually putting a bit of thought into what

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-17678895521183510612007-08-27T08:59:00.000-04:002007-08-27T09:04:17.818-04:00

Alright, unless you have a small dog you're not really going to get this. One of the really tightly wound, nervous, yappy little mosters. Or a victorian stereotype of women. I'm wound up in the helpless scratching at the door even though I don't really want to be let out sort of way.Japan is frustrating me because I don't have the language to say the things that I'm thinking and less often,

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-85447403767621330562007-08-26T02:28:00.001-04:002007-08-26T02:30:19.294-04:00

That thing I'm addicted to.Attention. I'm a whore for it these days. Someone gave me a microphone for a second last week. I'm going to get one of them for myself and carry it around everywhere.

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I love you darling and I think it's time that we talked. If we're going to be together you need to know some things.I have an addictive personality. Not just for booze or pills or powders like nice, normal, upright people. I get hooked on everything. Anything. All the time. I've already gone through all the boring addictions- booze, pills, sex. But I've also torn through some of the less

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Just to get you kids up to date, I'm living and working in Japan these days. Yes, it's cool. Yes it makes me cooler than you.-------Once upon a time, maybe a few weeks ago or something, there was a summer break for most of us JETs. It's a beautiful time here in Japan. A period of relaxation, slow walkers and sweating. I of course, was out of Japan. Having more fun than you were. Unless you were

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1146498461101574872006-05-01T11:42:00.000-04:002006-08-09T09:53:28.586-04:00

So...I passed all my classes.Yes, even French.I'm moving today. In with my mom for 2 months.Before going off to Japan for a few years.I'm scared. I almost wish I hadn't passed.

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Thank you for planning relaxation events during the exam week.Thank you for scheduling a series of bands to play.Thank you for scheduling a band called Pass/Fail. That's very cute, for exam time.I do not thank you for sending me an email with the word fail in the subject line. Attached are bills from my therapists and cardiac specialist.XOXOXJessie

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Gym. I can feel it. In my fat, worthless, tubby gut. I skipped class on 2 days. And as mentioned before I'm fat and worthless. I'll take the job, not end up passing gym, have to take summer school, miss the deadline to start work and wind up panhandling.Even if I did pass it, I wouldn't pass French.I didn't go to sleep last night. I haven't even started 2 of my term papers.I hate myself very

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1144637506846612892006-04-09T22:38:00.000-04:002006-04-10T16:49:34.380-04:00

Well, rather I am sick. I'm presently hosting an encore of a kidney infection that hospitalized me last year. It had me knocked out for most of this weekend with the noteable exception of a swim test I had to take this Saturday. I dragged myself to the pool and was delighted to find that the swim test involved one lap freestyle and five minitues "drownproofing". Being practical I jumped in to

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So I'm over at my mom's house talking to her. I've got this weird little black tortiseshell patterned black cat in a black sweater. I'm done visiting her and go out to my car. My mom's ex boyfriend is outside and shows me a busted up old van, telling me that it's my car (which is weird because I'm getting into the pontiac as he's telling me this). After telling him it's not my car we being to

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I'm scaling down. Packing up. Getting rid of my baggage. I had my phone turned off. So if you need to catch me email me.Classes are killing me. One of my fantastically brillant professors stopped me to be sure that I would be attending graduate school. She seems to think I'm much smarter than I am. Poor dear hasn't realized that I've mastered a covetable skill. I'm able to tell people

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1142577970422827992006-03-17T01:46:00.000-05:002006-03-17T01:46:10.466-05:00

Wandering, Red Rock Originally uploaded by Jexebel. Spring break in Vegas. Not what you expected? It's alright. I'm a bit dull. A bit low key. If you're looking for a wild and wonderful Vegas vacation go ahead and find another blog. Most of the week I hung out and relaxed with my fantastic family. But today my grandfather and I headed to Red Rock Canyon to hike around and enjoy

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1141930748719895692006-03-09T13:57:00.000-05:002006-03-18T23:54:15.450-05:00

I started packing up today. With two more months left of school and winter ending, it seemed like a good time to box up my winter clothes and dressy things. I'm also trying to get the place cleaned up and sell some of my furniture.It feels good, in a scary way. Packing to go someplace you haven't found yet.I wonder where I'll wind up after school.

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1141536435441192732006-03-05T00:24:00.000-05:002006-03-07T19:52:57.403-05:00

Have you seen the commercial? A woman in her late 20's, trying on jeans and chattering about rice cakes. Sh's pretty, but not blindingly so. What I love about her is the shape of her face. She's got the same mannish, boxy jaw as I do. So perhaps there's hope, under all my fat and bad skin.I'm still not eating those damn rice cakes. They're made of packing peanuts, you know.

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Thank you for delaying the due date on both of my midterm papers by having the professors cancel class. While I in no way question your (divine will/opnipotence/karmic system/evil powers), could you please not smite the families of my professors in the future? While I benifit hugely from their mishaps having cancelled class I do feel a bit guilty. Thanks so much for the result though. As

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I've got a job interview. Lucky me. Friday I'm bopping down to Atlanta for an interview for a job teaching English in Japan. I'm not really stressing about this, because I can't possibly imagine them giving me the job (see crap self esteem, below). Instead I'm worried about keeping up in my classes, writing dozens of papers and staying warm. It's a real shame. It would be a great job.

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1139294000815680832006-02-07T01:22:00.000-05:002006-02-11T19:56:35.956-05:00

But I'll get there first. I have seen my future and while I didn't expect much, I was hoping that a horrible slow death by starvation wouldn't be featured until my 40's.Post-modern feminisim has spelled my doom.My microwave is dead. And having long viewed the domestic arts as oppressive (and just un-fun) I've never learned to cook. I am doomed.To compound the problem, I went shopping Monday. I

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I hate you too. I started, a few weeks ago feeling pretty damn comfortable with my body. Too comfortable, it seems.It began with my mother. Charming jacked up, she was the same bright eyed and tweaky sound that bipolar people seem to be half the time. "You know, your sister Jackie (my younger sister with an equally charming substance abuse problem) got so angry when I told her that Jenny (my

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1134452513841977792005-12-13T00:41:00.000-05:002005-12-13T00:41:53.923-05:00

Iggy Originally uploaded by Tristan1. Here's our new pup. I'll explain what he's doing here and why he's so damnably short once exams are over. I swear......No really, I swear.

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Dragon Fruit Originally uploaded by Tristan1. Everyone has dreams that they carry with them for ages. Depressingly, mine was food-based. I saw a photo of a dragonfruit in a travel photo. Heart shaped (real hearts, not the little symmetrical symbols scrawled on Valentines) and covered with green tipped scales the fruit was the focal point of a dusky smoky photo taken in an exotic locale

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Stop trying to die! Bad!We've adopted a rattly, elderly hunting beagle a few months ago and I had mixed feelings about her. Yeah she's weapons-grade adorable but it felt disloyal to my pet chinchilla so recently passed away. That's how poorly adjusted I am. I say "passed away" for hosehold rodents.Time passes and I learn to love her. Love love wuv love. We find out she's over 10 years old

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...and my wild, wild hair? Busy busy busy. My life right now is an ulcer-inducing bundle of classes, meetings, student groups and general stress. My international studies professor seems to tiptoeing into the twilight of her intellectual life, repeating the same lecture from the same notes each day without a blink. She's warned us of the same quiz to be taken the next day at the close of each

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Let's keep it simple and a bit dull. Since I've been slack about updating...My chinchilla has died.I've returned home from Paris.The apartment has acquired a battered looking beagle we're looking to adopt out.Work has no hours available for me in the upcoming semester.That's a bit of a good thing as I'm taking overtime hours in school.I'm going back to modeling for spending money.I'm actually

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1122367176950242532005-07-26T04:32:00.000-04:002005-07-26T04:39:36.963-04:00

My Grandfather and I needed a bit of information. The country code to dial England and the nearest British Airways counter. So we stop in to a Thomas Cook travel agent to ask a few questions. I begin, in tenative French to ask about the air office location. The woman excuses herself after I'm a few words in.She walks up to another clerk, and in hushed French asks for her help with us, because

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I'm in Paris, have been for the few days and am entirely unimpressed by this whole bike riding business. Big crowds, crappy T-shirts on sale everyplace and bike riders just making big circles around the Champs Eylesses. Wait, and a whole lot of Texans. Wait, wait...Texans in Paris?This is a big freaking deal. Tons of people who usually wouldn't be caught dead in France adorned in face paint

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1121839539149935272005-07-20T01:54:00.000-04:002005-07-20T02:05:39.156-04:00

Leaving for Paris tommorow afternoon to meet my grandparents in the city. They travel widely,I'm a travel junkie and somehow I've never been on a trip with them. I desire a complete lack of drama. No fantastic events and none tragic. No lottery wins and no too-tiny babies. Mellowness, that's it.Kyle's apparently gotten far to ahead of himself, announcing that he dislikes France and will most

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1121663744688897092005-07-18T01:13:00.000-04:002005-07-18T01:15:44.703-04:00

Tiny baby Lion is still among the living, doing fairly well as far as I can tell from second and third hand anecdotal sources. Mr. Lion is the closed mouth type, keeping things important to him private from everyone. He mentioned his son directly while speaking to me, in passing for the first time today. “I'm going to the hospital”“Oh, is everything alright?”“Oh, yes. I'm just going to visit

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1121197843653413792005-07-12T15:00:00.000-04:002005-07-12T15:50:43.686-04:00

One year ago I began working at a Japanese restaurant, run by a Chinese man with a lovely fluffy haircut. Mr. Lion. He's a bit of a stereotype at first, frugal and nervous with a skipping grasp of the English language. I'm always a bit put off when he and the rest of the staff chatter in a Fujian dialect, I feel left out, ignored, when I can't understand what's going on.Six months ago he makes

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1120270678587665762005-07-01T22:13:00.000-04:002005-07-01T22:17:58.596-04:00

My boss is having cashflow problems, which translates into me having serious problems with being broke.I'm working a job that's not getting me anywhere and I can't even go that right.I'm in a relationship with someone I don't care much for just now.I've dropped so much weight through mild drug abuse, stress and unhealthy lifesyle that my clothes don't fit. While everyone coos over the lost

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1119030928209945792005-06-17T12:23:00.000-04:002005-06-17T13:55:28.263-04:00

Cherries in the summer are far, far too human. Tight, shiny skin covers a flesh that too quickly warms to body temperature in the sun. Sitting in my car the purple-red blood dyes fingers, steering wheels and the bridge of my glasses. Bones/stones/pits are a greater issue, having to be cast with a mock casual air out the window at stoplights. Any idea how difficult it is to spit seeds from the

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1118589136019538522005-06-12T10:46:00.000-04:002005-06-12T11:12:16.073-04:00

Seeing as I'm a bleeding hearted sissy and I require TEFL (teaching English in a forigen land) certification to continue my planned employemt/excuse to continue travelling it took me a bit of time to find a way to decide on a plan for the second half of this long, hot summer.Luckily, with the rise in popularity of volunteer vacation travel, the options it affords has also grown. I've been lucky

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1118346794903049332005-06-09T15:53:00.000-04:002005-06-09T15:53:14.953-04:00

Japan Jessie1 Originally uploaded by Jexebel. After aquiring a desire to play dress up with my kimono from the Toji temple flea market (Kyoto) it was a mere half-year of scrambling and struggling with the obi and arrangement (with my lovely Kyle's help) to get this effect. Kyle was a great sport about helping me get dressed (and who wouldn't be thrilled to help a hot mama like me with

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1118256847577120152005-06-08T14:50:00.000-04:002005-06-08T14:54:07.583-04:00

The shop below my house has rigged a bubble machine to the top of their door. It's sunny and hot and perfect sparkling bubbles are tripping across the sky.Perfect for playing and dancing mindlessly in the summer heat.But I didn't. I came inside to take a nap.Life sucks.Why am I so old all of a sudden?

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1117198849835124102005-05-27T08:12:00.000-04:002005-05-27T09:00:49.876-04:00

I'll confess. Despite all of my feminist inspired mumblings about the objectification and exoticizing of women, I'm facinated by geshia.I spent far too much of my free time in Kyoto wandering the Gion, the geshia district. Now I know that many people are facinated by geiko (a regional Kyoto term for geshia) for countless, romanticized reasons. Luckily my reason for attraction holds less to

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1117191515127691382005-05-27T06:53:00.000-04:002005-05-27T06:58:35.133-04:00

Back in the states, awake too early and with my internal clock all fucked up. Kyle met me at the airport with roses, sweet loveable bastard that he is. I'm going to sneak away and pick up some breakfast for him. Dear sweet creature that he is.I'm having some really tough reverse culture shock. Why is there so much empty space here? What's with all of the chubby white people? Where are the

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Dear Japan,I really love the bakery half a block from the hostel that agrees with my assertion that chocolate and custard are breakfast foods.While the space age toilets freaked me out at first, I have come to be rather attached to them. I would, however suggest redesigning them so that the bidet buton looks less like the flush button.I loved the May moon festival. Going way out to the

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1116719837762938352005-05-21T19:45:00.000-04:002005-05-21T19:57:17.776-04:00

Damn, Japan attracts some broken visitors.Brian, our first example is a socially inept, pacing, face twitching bundle of pissing me off. Yelling loudly in hushed spaces,　not so bad. Washing his face in a purification font, much worse. Pretending (?) to be drunk after two sake soda and making a loud, fat American ass of himself, a medium badness rating. Insisting that Japanese women love his

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1116283793458153582005-05-16T18:46:00.000-04:002005-05-17T18:55:13.586-04:00

I rock. I had finally come to terms with having to spend a hundred bucks to get a cute kimono.Then I wandered away from everyone else to buy cheap food from a street vendor (if you ever find yourself in Kyoto, I reccomend skipping lunch and filling up on shaved ice). I found a secondhand kimono shop. I now own a vintage、yellow silk kimono embroidered with yellow flowers. Luckily I　got it for

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1115811996845919442005-05-11T07:43:00.000-04:002005-05-11T07:46:36.883-04:00

This Japanese keyboard seems to have placed some of my favorite punctuation in hiddeb locations, so bear with me.Its　been a long trip and I will try to update a bit nore fully tommorow.Kyoto is pretty cool. At least the tiiinsy bit I have had the chance to see so far.

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1115692744556494922005-05-09T22:36:00.000-04:002005-05-09T22:39:04.560-04:00

I really should update more, but here's what's going on.I'm going to Japan. To Kyoto.Right about now. Well, tommorow morning. I'll try and keep you up from the computers from the hostel. Ta ta dearies.

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So, in planning my trip to visit my dear mother I found myself before my well stocked medicine cabinet, planning for the trip. Now Tijauana and the American medical establishment have kindly provided for me an assortment of uppers, downers and a bottle of muticolored pills of unidentifiable purpose. Now to understand my medicinal musings, one must have a bit of insight into my dear mother's

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1114056284780439262005-04-20T23:50:00.000-04:002005-04-21T00:24:59.053-04:00

Three jobs is too damn much to fit around classes. I've been bullshitting about quitting the bakery for a bit now, but it's time. I looked closely at my last paycheck, I noticed that I'm being paid fifty cents less than I had accepted this job for. Screw that.Dinner at the sushi bar. It's a few days ago, late and Aaron's working with me. Our kitchen chef sat a large basin of brown grey

jexebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12441923272499656661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806868.post-1113707880918924082005-04-16T22:31:00.000-04:002005-04-16T23:18:00.920-04:00

Exams, papers, work. Work. Work.After hearing an anecdote about someone who had tried to kill themselves, only to remain in a coma for three weeks I murmured "Lucky bastard" just loud enough to be heard. Oops. I, if I'm envying the semi-living it's time for a break.Aaron's car seems to be issuing smoke, evil sprits and ick again. Yes it's likely to explode turining both my dear roomie and

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22 isn't so old. No damn it, it isn't.One young lady of my aquaintance (we both work at the European bakery in the mornings) is a bit slow in processing. I'm not planning to be critical of her mental powers, I'm just trying to state the basic facts. She managed to cut herself, quite badly, on a meat slicing machine. This, in itself doesn't imply a lack of mental capabilities. The meat slicer

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Well, it's been a bit since I've updated. Let's catch up.Kyle was out of town for most of last week, attending a photojournalisim confrence in Atlanta. I took advantage of the free time and finally made my way out to the local gay bar with a co-worker, his girlfriend and a trio of his associates. Great music, great drinks, weak drag show. Said co-worker, Sonny, repeatedly and over-smilingly

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So we're in the Miami air port after customs. At 4:30 a.m. We're trying to make it out on the 11:30 a.m flight. Sleeping in the airport is just too ghetto. We tackled the task animal planet style. We created a den of suitcases in a protective ring. I slept first, with Kyle alert and on the watch for predators. He pulled himself onto his hindquarters, sitting up and alert, prepared to give

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This is endlessly bullshittingly long, but so worth it.No, really. I swear it is.So Buenos Aires was great, but just a squidge odd. Their pop music tastes are the only thing I can really take to task. Some kid from Ted Nuget and Hanson were among their big headliners for large venues while we were there. Icks.So we're going through Argentinian custom's control before boarding a plane to Miami

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I'm still worn out and not able to properly write about the day. Here's my reminder to myself, upon returning home I will write about shopping, broken glass, tango, and going undercover for high dollar sushi.

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Ugh, I'm worn out. Just writing a reminder to both myself and you so that I'll write about carmel, grilled meat, protesters, muggings, and shopping. Ah, the shopping. I'm in a state of shock at the moment. If I recall correctly, I turned away hand-fitted designer jeans because they were too expensive. Sixty bucks. Damn. Sixty bucks is freaking nothing for pimp jeans. I suck.The seasons

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There's no freaking way I'm having sex in the bacteria farm that is a hostel. Never ever ever.Kyle can't understand this. Poor dear. Instead of speaking to him as an adult, I've hatched a plan.We'll spend so much time aimlessly wandering in the hot, hot sun that he slumps off to sleep as soon as we've arrived.So you see, it's not that we were lost for most of today, but that my plan was working

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Where to start? Kyle and I started the day at around 7:30 after a false start around 3 am. Hearing the other hostellers up and around I assumed it was morning and hauled myself out of bed and began dressing. Luckily I checked the clock before awaking my bunkmate (Kyle-wait, who else would you think it would be?). I can understand staying up late in such a hard-partying city, but staying up

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It's 11p, early by local standards, but I've been travelling all day and I'm sleepy. Kyle, on the other hand is irritatingly bubbly and awake. I'll seek my revenge tommorow in Palermo. I'm getting him up shockingly early to see the zoo and gardens before we submit to the noonish to twoish local siesta time.The food is shockingly good. I'll be packing all of the weight I lost right back on.

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After 9 million hours at flight, Kyle and I arrived in Buenos Aires at around noon local time this afternoon. The hostel looked like a complete shithole from the outside, but it's brightly colored, airy and hosts a rooftop garden once inside. The Hostel Sol's bathrooms are a little freaky though, with stalls seperated by corrugated tin, much like camping facilities.We've had a little time to

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Taking a flight out a day early, leaving right freaking now.Well, flying out later tonight, leaving now for the airport.

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Strange, I didn't get all tummy-achey in December. Kyle and I hope to leave for Buenos Aires Monday. Once we get there, we have no idea.I made a stupid impulse buy and I'm regretting it more than a bit. I got an ipod. Wait, let me explain. I was going in to get a memory stick to increase the storage in my old 256 capacity mp3 player. But those memory cards are a good 50, 60 bucks. Somehow

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Remembering, as you do that I also have a morning job at a cute little European bakery M/W/F mornings; let me tell you about a dear, sweet little old lady that graces the bakery almost each day.She appears to be in 70's and comes in alone, eager to engage in conversation. So far all well and good. I understand and sympathize, most of the world has little time for our older compatriots. They get

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Screw going to Buenos Aires. Kyoto is offering free public transportation and free entry to tourist attractions to anyone wearing a kimono during the next 11 days. [BBC] While I'm going to be in Kyoto in May either way, it's still tough to pass up the notion of free stuff.I wonder if I could bum the display kimono from the sushi bar without the boss noticing.Happy International Women's day, by

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One of Leo's seemingly endless number of cousins left Greenville to return to New York. As a man dedicated to the prototypical family business, finding himself shorthanded at the restaurant he quickly summoned Kyle and Aaron to fill in. They're training in the kitchen all this week. Apparently my quasi-family the apartment has helped evolved counts under his system. It's good, but in a creepy

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Whoo, who's dork enough to be updating the blog at 1:45 in the morning, on a Saturday after the first night out in ages? Wait, crap. It's me.So last night, at the club across the street they hosted a bikini contest and crowned a Miss East Carolina. Kyle picked the wrong weekend to vacate the apartment, he's gone home for the weekend and missed the entire oil-covered, gyrating affair. Poor

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I'm sick. A painful, slithering kind of sick that leads me to whine pitifully and fall asleep on elevators. I had imagined the my body and I had come to an agreement. I explained to her that she/we/I didn't have the spare time to get sick in light of my work schedule and courseload. If she would be kind enough to not break down, I bargined that I would get her/myself/us spectalarly drunk

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We're all already aware by now that my apartment's windows face a second story nightclub. I'm used to wandering to the couch to watch couple grope, white kids flail/dance and the occasional drunk woman exposing her breasts. There was a Chippendale's show. Across the street. On the stage in front of the windows. Pale, white, oddly muscled man-ass.It was the strangest fusion of heterosexual

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Fun fun fun at both jobs. I'm off the hook for tutoring Li this week, as she's away visiting family. Where I would usually be pouting about the lack of tutoring pay, this week I'm just glad to have a few hours free time to myself. I had my first full shift of training as a sushi chef last night. Lovely Leo had enough cofidince in me to get the first aid kit from the back of the restaurant

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My darling Kyle and I stepped out Saturday for a drive around the area. Moving Northish, we eventually reached Murfreesboro and some sort of crazy Americana museum. It's the Jeffcoat museum and we were prompted to stop by a debate as to what the hell a Jeffcoat was. It turned out to be a giant crap collection of a museum, hosting both America's largest collection of washing machine equipment and

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Valentine's Day yesterday was freakisly busy, but Kyle and I seem to have survived. I stopped in to the European bakery/deli I'll be starting to work mornings in tommorow, hoping to grab some breakfast. The owner waved me into the back hurriedly explaining half in English and half in German that one of the staff hadn't shown up that morning, and he needed to have me help get together a catering

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The fact that my restaurant has a walk-in freezer isn't a huge suprise. Whenever one of you punks order ice cream I don my parka and trudge back to the walk-in, setting dishes of warm water outside the heavy, scary metal door in case of frostbite. Why, why must you ll order ice cream in the winter? I'm cold enough as it it.Setting us aside from most local sushi bars, Poliahu, the Hawaiian

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"If you would know how a man treats his wife and his children, see how he treats his books." Ralph Waldo Emerson Sadly, the jury seems less than sympathetic. When I took my kids into the doctor for their checkups he turned me in to the police. The prosecutor is claiming that the creases, coffee stains, backfolded pages and highlighting show a pattern of continuing abuse. I would be fine if I

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Li, my boss' wife and study companion (I'm tutoring her in English, she's tutoring me in not being a dumbass) gave me a ball of jade coins wired together with copper wire. It's got a long red tassel and intricate knotted loop to place it over one's rearview mirror. It's a great new years gift, and I'm dying to see if it gets me pulled over more often. My lovely, wonderful, incomparable employer

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This post is a bit long, but it includes nudity. Well, at least a textual description of a narrative including nudity. Ugh, just read it already. It's not my fault you've surfed here from a google search for pornography. ---- As many University students, I've found myself working a number of shit jobs in my thus far short and hectic life. Suprisingly, the string of positions in retail clothing

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"Hang on a second" Aaron held us up for a moment before we left as he untied his boots. "I've got to take these off, they make me a jerk. Don't you ever wear something that just makes you a jackass?" Wow. That's either blindingly stupid or hugely insightful. And yes, I've got my glasses. I'm sharp, relatively quick witted and a huge bitch when I've got them on. I'm much quicker to respond

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In my younger days I struck upon a wonderously simple way to keep from spending money needlessly. I would take the price of the item or service (usually books) add around 10% for tax and then equate it to the number of hours I would spend at work to make the same amount. After taxes, of course. Hating my employment, the idea of another 3 hours spent there would have me hop right out of

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When we are young we are blissfully, cheerfully stupid. Sure of our place at the center of the universe, we cannot die. Unable to remove ourselves from our interpretation of the world we live in, we cannot imagine death. Think back to high school, and for those of us who take longer to catch on, college. I bet you did some stupid, dangerous and virtually suicidal things for crap reasons. It’

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I've already mentioned my roomie Aaron, but usually only in passing. He's darling, sweet, considerate and can usually be duped into doing the dishes. I love him to death, but he's far too easy to spook. As far as my recollection carries me, Aaron's been convinced that a past apartment, a senior citizen's center and a long sleeved shirt were haunted. He moved back out of the apartment. With

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I fear; nay, I am rather certain that I am not a woman in possesion of exceptional mental health. I think perhaps that I may have been passed a bit of my grandfather's obsessive compulsive habits. (Now, while it may be technically, literally true on some level, this would be a bad moment to point out that he and I have no biological link. Actually there isn't a good time to bring such a thing

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I hate always despised the exchange of gifts. Any sort of girft exchange. I have no idea what to get you, I'll spend far too much time shopping, spend more money than I had planned to and still get mange to get something that you consider complete crap. And in case I feel bad about the end result of my gift I only have to open what you're presenting me with to feel better. I suppose I'm

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If you walk past a urinal to get to the stall, you've led me into a men's restroom again. Let's try to turn and exit gracefully next time, as opposed to using the restroom and giving the Sup? head nod to the guy at the urinal on the way out. Dear everyone who is not my brain, Law and Order is on, good. The brain will be distracted. She so terribly hates to hear people talk about her. She's

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I need to you see. If I don't break it in a little bit, then there's now way it will survive this next year. Kyle and I have made tentative plans to see Germany during spring break, and I've just received conformation of my acceptance for three weeks in Kyoto in May. Then my stupid ass somehow got a formal invitation to attend the annual root festival (No, I don't know what it is either) in

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I've received an Email from my long distance education partner in the Gambia. Omar, the brilliant, articulate dear that he is explained that his senior thesis involves a study of gender linked violence in Gambia. He then offered his mailing address to exchange postcards, then casually mentioned that he would also be interested in materials related to gender studies. I shudder to this of what

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Surprisingly the substance abuse isn't Kyle or I. My darling pet chinchilla Rosco, she (I know the name doesn't quite jive with the 'she' part of the text, Rosco has a handful of gender issues) gets quite animated when she's jonsing for a fix. As you may already know, chinchillas take dust baths that are shockingly adorable to watch. Sadly, if Rosco hasn't had access to her dust in a few days

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I seem to notice a greater response to my posts when I add words like prostitute to the title. While I'm not here to judge, this probably says something about the readers I'm attracting. And the number of people who google using rather formal terms for hookers. ----- Running around like mad the day before last, doing my usual Tuesday thing. I'm in class on and off from 7:45 in the morning to

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I'm a bit hesitant to admit this, but I have, on occasion been mistaken for a working girl. Not a working girl in the cheery, well dressed office girl sort of thing, but more in the toothless hooker in a back alley sort of sense. The one consolation is that I'm only taken for a prostitute when I'm dressed in a paticular fashion. Oddly, my whore wardrobe includes a lightweight, long sleeved

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I was snuggled into bed with my lovely and much abused boyfriend last night. Sleepily, I murmured "I would still love you if you were suddenly turned into an armadillo..." "Jessie, what are you talking about?" "...I would scratch under your shell with a toothbrush, to help you get rid of fleas..." ----- Today he had me pose for a photo assignment. He had turn in an acompanying shot for an

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With my people being a nice modern family it’s a bit difficult to put us down on one of those nice neat tree charts. No, I don’t mean that in the way you’re thinking. You were imagining that as a girl living in the South I would have a cute bit of anecdotal incest to joke about. Regional stereotypes are just that, stereotypes. And my family is mostly clustered on the West coast. You’ll have

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Freud dear, are you paying attention. Yes. Why? Do you find that people don't pay enough attention to you? Do you think that you would get more attention if you had a penis? Don't start that. We need to have a serious talk. Aah. You feel that you're not being taken seriously, as you try to adapt to the male role you've cast yourself in, instead of fufilling yourself as a woman by having a

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After a lovely Friday involving pepper spray, my Saturday managed to be just as engaging. Sid and Julia's engagement party had all of the people I adore but had failed to keep in touch with in the fall present. The 11 p.m. start time of the party foreshadowed a potential rowdy late night event, or just bespoke of the hosts being grown-ups who work multiple jobs. The party started nice and

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It being Friday night my budget entertainment involved watching the mating rituals and drunken brawls that act out beneath my window. I love my downtown apartment. There was a fight involving a good 8-10 men/boys and requiring 5 police officers to dismantle. Luckily, they broke it up without anyone being horribly hurt. Unluckily, they broke it up with pepper spray and mace fog, right under

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After the great response to my Tapir post last week I trudged into the wilds, at great personal risk to learn more. Actually, I just stopped by the San Diego zoo with my grandmother after a bout of shopping. Lucky for all of my readers (all four of them) that we went on this dangerous research expidition or I would be writing about the new clothes I'm dragging home. The zoo is beyond

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I'll confess. Someplace along my busy hectic break I seem to have acquired a prescription diet pill that magically transforms me into a 'Type A' personality. Hurry, hurry, work, work and all that. It's really spooky. I was up at 5 this morning, due to the three hour time difference failing to catch up with me. I could be found at the gym, oddly enough from 6 to 7:30 ish, the library, then

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I know you think your family is the ultimate. In your eyes they're the most loving, the most dysfunctional, the most interesting, whatever the adjective, you believe your family is the perfect example. While no doubt an intelligent person with great taste in websites, you're wrong. Your people may be the most loving or the best cooks, but my people are by far the coolest. For example, let's

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Don't tell them, I can't bear to hurt anyone's feelings, but I despise Wal-Mart. I could posture and claim the high moral ground, pointing to Wal-Mart’s horrid labor relations, their dependence on sweatshop labor and the fact that their products are crap. But I can't lie to you. Entering a Wal-Mart has an unusual brain melting effect on me. The greeters, who are supposed to make you feel warm

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I wear glasses; check the photo on the right. They're really lovely glasses, but more than decorative. I'm really, truly helpless and blind without them. I also lack the ability to remember spaces and floorplans, causing me to flail wildly to find walls and doors when searching for the bathroom glasses-less. It's horrid, really. Being naturally a bit cheery and a bit sarcastic, I melt into a

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I live in an apartment above a clothing shop in my college town's downtown and club district. It's noisy, but damn entertaining. I've seen people met, fight, and on one memorable occasion attempt to engage in sexual congress on the street below. I must confess, I tapped on the glass and waved like a fool, disturbing that particular couple. It also disturbed my dear roomie, who had pulled up a

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I was out eating with my lovely long term boyfriend when he mentioned that April had started her doctorate. April was a young lady he went to high school with him, and he's unwisely informed me more than once that April is his ultimate definition of sexy and exotic. Stupid boy. In all fairness, she is fantastic. She's tall and thin and curvy, with long wavy red hair that behaves itself. Her

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I'm home, newly well and restless again. Greenville tonight to see Aaron and Rosco (flatmate and pet chinchilla). San Diego Friday to defrost from Eastern Europe. NC is actually unseasonably warm (70's) so defrosting is just a weak cover for my desire to lounge in the company of sane and stable family. I'm at Kyle's right now. His childhood dog died recently and has been replaced with an

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I'm out of codine, and as promised I'm blogging again. I'm getting used to everyone speaking english, and the lack of bramboary in resturants. The weather is great in North Carolina, so I'm going to try to fly out tommorow to CA, where it's nice and rainy. My classes start next Thursday and this week has been pretty low key. My darling roomate Aaron stayed overnight with the girl he's sadly

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I'm at my mom's place in Raleigh. I've actually been home for a few days, but I've been prescribed a great codine based cough syrup. I'll get back to blogging once my vision refocuses.

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I'm trying to get the 3:45 out of Prague to Gatwick. I'll put my hate for London aside, as I'll be staying there overnight and trying to catch a noon plane the next day. I seem to be arriving at 3:35 p.m. on Wen. Ahem, stupidboyfriendshouldpickmeup ahem.

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For those just swinging through, I'm on a fantastically unplanned hostelling trip that was to take me around to several countries in Eastern and Central Europe. It was to be an especially big deal, as it's my first big trip travelling alone. Sadly, I seem to have gotten dog-sick midway though. Having spent some time in the hospital two months ago, I was released with a warning not to get sick

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Dear Kyle, I love how, when I confided in you that I might be really sick over the phone, you ignored me and talked about video games. Your concern is touching. Thanks also for fussing at me because you're worried about not getting enough attention. I had forgotten I was dating someone with the maturity level of an infant. In case you're wondering, which I can't imagine, I'm still pretty sick.

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