paper princess

i was reading through old entries and i was reminded...

does anyone remember the two traveling notebooks i sent out in the summer of 2003? i never saw either of them again...

karla, farrah, tom, eric, chris, tania, phil, jennie... and a bunch of people i knew only through LJ names back then... anyone know what happened to either of these books? i'd bet they both got "lost" in someone's shuffle along the way, and probably one of the folks i didn't know so well. cause i still talk to most of the people i just named there... 'speshully since i just found chris on facebook last week!

but anyway, yeah, if anyone remembers this... can you let me know what the last known status of any of these books was?

i'll be adding more over the next couple of days as i get the rest of the pics from my dad and my boss... so excited! and sorry all the pictures of super adorable george are sideways, myspace always does that to my vertical pics...

http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=1843223&albumId=1367413

So sorry to be begging like this but i could REALLY use your help…

i’m in a desperate race to raise as much money as possible for children with cancer before 5pm tomorrow, when i get my head shaved!!

my friends have had the advantage of fundraising for WEEKS before the event… however, there was a challenge thrown down and i am a competitive girl, so i’m trying to rise to the occasion here and beat the pants off of all of them. i’m trying to raise, get this, $100 by tomorrow at 5pm. right now i have $2, and that’s a start! but i can’t do this without your help.

you can either donate through the St. Baldrick’s website (link at the bottom of this post) or to me on paypal (brokedown_tiger AT yahoo. com) and i pinky-swear it’ll go directly to the foundation as long as you specify that somewhere. on sunday, i’ll be making a random drawing out of everyone that donated and sending out 3 fantastic presents to show my gratitude!

so please… if you know a child who’s been effected by cancer, hell if you know any children at ALL and just couldn’t picture losing them to something as horrible as cancer… help me out? yes, it’s about winning… a bit… but more importantly, it’s about doing every little bit i can for those lovely kids.

here’s where you can donate: https://www.stbaldricks.org/participants/shavee_info.html?ParticipantKey=2008-40445

i think i'm going to do something dramatic and phase this journal out. i know i know, what's different from all those times i've just dissappeared, right? well... this time i'm still writing, but i just don't feel like this is the forum for me any more. i don't have the time to keep up with everyone i'd like to keep up with... i don't participate in the communities any more...

i'm not going to delete this journal, or paperprncess... there's just too many things i like at both journals, and i can't help but go back and re-read some of the entries every now and then. i am, however, going to either find new maintainers for my groups (wenches, cooking, etc) or if they're totally inactive... just delete them.

my writing's kind of going in many directions these days, there's my knitting journal, my attempt at deconstruction, and i do some posting over at myspace and okcupid these days too. now, i want to find a way to add cooking and a 365 photo project to my journaling world, too. do i start new journals? do i add these new dimensions of me to an existing one? well... if i'm going to start combining things, i might as well combine them ALL, and just keep good track of tags... linking to the individual subjects on the side bar. i can see it now... a list, Food, Unraveled, 365P, Knits, Words...

now the only problem is... where do i do this? do i piggy-back on unraveled? do i throw this all under the umbrella of The Looking Glass? i think im going to start slow... we'll see.

getting back to the point.

but i do know the fat has to be trimmed somewhere, and i think LJ is it. thank you all who've been along with me on this ride... it's been like 7 years now! and who's to say i won't end up back here again. but for now... i sincerely hope you'll join me at one of my other blogs. if i ever figure it out and come up with some unified theory, i'll be sure to post a link here, i promise!

disclaimer- this was all typed verbatim as i was listening to the conversationl

M: obama for president... hah... you've got to be kidding me.

J: oh you dont like him?

M: his daddy was from africa, and his mother's as white as can be, beautiful woman, lives in kansas and got re-married. so he's mixed races.
he's a muslim and some other bad thing, too, did you know?

J: well, a lot of the young people like him

M: of course they do, they don't know better. they have ::whispered:: sex with people who have the same parts as their own, and think nothing about the consequences of recreational drug use! of course, they could do worse, they could elect that adulterous swine's wife. (here's where she notices me...) oh hi honey, your hair looks lovely today! did i ever tell you about when my hair was that color...


now picture all of M's lines spoken with that gravely nasally old lady voice that that just makes you want to stuff small kittens in your ear. she's the kind who really likes to hear herself talk. a lot.

the guy i want doesn't have a profile picture of his bulging biceps; his pics show his funnier side, and might even involve a dress!

he doesn't have track pants with snaps down the side; unless he bought them for a dollar at the thrift store cause they had a funny logo on them.

he's not some 6-foot-tall adonis with a chiseled jaw and a washboard stomach; he's a little bit soft, and just right for hugging.

his idea of a good time isn't watching football with the guys; it's playing kickball in the parking lot at 3am with all his favorite boys and girls... and he knows the girls'll get picked first, cause they kick ass.

he's not in finance. he's not in business. he's not in some boring career-track money-focused job; he does what he loves. he makes movies, he works for a record label, he works with kids... whatever it is, he does it because he loves it.

his movie collection doesn't have a lot of action blockbusters and "miracle" sports flicks; he's got shelves and shelves full of horror flicks, a good stash of the classics, B and indie comedies (but i'm a cheerleader!) and a few local projects his friends made.

he doesn't have a long list of "chicks he nailed", or see girls as a conquest; he still thinks about his exes, he's still got a little bit of a broken heart from at least one, and though he might have been a bit of a slut once, it was just a couple of friends fooling around ;)

he doesn't have a big ol' group of "the boys"; most of his best friends are actually girls, and they're awesome.


everything about him is the opposite of what the media tells me i'm supposed to want. a little gap in the teeth? cool! can't carry a tune? don't worry, i can. balding? whatever, i knit, so i'll make you a hat if you're cold!

give me your broke, your damaged, your "nice guys finish last".

cause i finally figured out... that's what i want.

there's this old guy charlie in the office where i work.

charlie calls me "alice blue dress" because i remind him of some old song
charlie starts most of his sentences with "you're too young to remember, but..."
charlie's the king of the old boys club, and says "if my contacts would just quit dyin', i'd be a millionaire by now".
charlie calls the boss "the lady" and tips an imaginary hat at her when she comes in
charlie's stories go on for half an hour, and after the first ten minutes he's just repeating himself... but there's no way you're gonna stop him, cause he's too nice to listen to.
charlie wears irish-made sweaters every day cause "those mics, they know how to make shit to keep an old drunk like me warm."

they don't make 'em like charlie any more :)

heath ledger died this afternoon. and you want to know what an insensitive prick i am? my first thought was "well if joker doesn't die in 'Dark Knight' then we're fucked...!" god i'm lame.

i'm gonna go watch 10 things i hate about you.

my best friend is moving in with her girlfriend.

i love her girlfriend, very much... and i love my best friend more than anything!! and i told her i'm happy for her... but deep down in my gut, some little monster started making noises...

they've been together since july... strike one.
the last girl my bestest girl moved in with... was awesome. until my girl moved in with her and she became an emotionally abusive manipulating bitch. ruining my girl's life for about 2 years...strike two.
my girl's bipolar... and not really treating it the best she can. she's finally aware of it, and accepts it... but she's not so keen on actually being aggressive with any kind of treatment. AND she's seasonally effected... january and february are the worst times for her. she's more emotional and more vulnerable in those months. i know cause i'm the same way... and i'm afraid she's doing this for a quick fix. or even worse... she'll blow up at the first little problem and ruin something that could've been fantastic for her.

i've watched my girl bounce from lame to crazy over the years. she's dated some intense bombs and wackjobs like you wouldnt believe. i'm very afraid that she's staying with this girl... because she's nice. yeah, her girlfriend's smart, sweet, stable, funny... but more often than not, my girl calls me with all of the little nagging thoughts in her mind, about it just not being right...

am i over-reacting? am i being too protective? do i have ANY business saying something to my girl?

i've got some time... her girlfriend has to be out of the place she's in by the end of the month (hence the timing on her asking my girl to move in with her) but my girl's decided to move in a little later...

::sigh::

ps, i start my new job tomorrow, front desk at a real estate office. after the first week of training, i'll have TONS of free time to dick around online... ! the girl i'm taking over for...she asked me if i used facebook... cause i was gonna need something to kill the time! haha.

i get absolutely wrecked when any of my favorite shows feature disabled guest-stars.

the episode of SVU where the girl with downs is pregnant? breaks my heart.

but the CSI: Miami one that just aired really got me. Eugene, the character, isn't grossly disabled, there's no physical "characteristics" to clue you in... he's just very sweet, and a little slow. and all he wants is to help H "get the bad guy". ( spoiler )