Why I Haven't Written Lately

"Yes, I'm a 28 year-old biophysicist with more girlfriends than Rod. And they all share nicely, and I never call them clingy. And they all laugh at my PEZ dispensers, which makes owning them entirely worthwhile. :)" -Remington

But I do know him, date him, and well…I'd better shut up, I guess.

Here's a few horoscopes I found on this sort of thing:

It is important that Taurus acquire some mastery over the physical, practical and earthly world. Then, paradoxically, Taurus must learn to let go. Taurus will only find security by acquiring a sense of self that is separate from possessions. Actually, it's not so much about what you possess Taurus, but about not being in "survival jeopardy."

You want to settle down, Aquarius is spacey. Maybe you're a little too possessive.

Don't you love when you read something said about you but you don't agree with it? Like all that stuff saying Taurus is patient. I am not at all patient. As for possessive…well, sort of and sort of not…but I do my damnedest to NOT act that way! Or at least not say anything when the evil urge bothers me. But reading that post…I suddenly felt well, like I wanted to grab back my toys.

I hate reading those compatibility things in the horoscopes. They all say about the same thing: other earth signs, especially Capricorns. Well, ugh, ugh, ugh! The Moron was a Capricorn, and that drove me up the friggin' wall. They're complete workaholics, and I hate that. Never again if I can help it do I want to go for one of THOSE. (I have enough trouble trying to wean myself off of these winter-born guys)

When you think about it, I don't even like other earth signs (Mom doesn't count). At least, I have no friends that are any. Tons of Arieses, Libra, Gemini, Leo, really hit it off with Aquariuses…but the only earth one I ever hung with was The Moron.

I know, horoscopes are bunk…but the typing of the signs fit with the people I know…most of the time, anyway.

He wrote this thing before date #2, and well, I sort of had this lovely ridiculous thought that "Well, that was before he knew I liked him…maybe things are different now?" Oh, come ON, Jen, you know that's not going to happen, he's an admitted cheater, it was ridiculous to get more involved (yet I didn't stop myself, couldn't…disaster ahead!) when you're likely to start thinking about how "well, maybe I will be that goddess." Sure, I can say that now, when I've got some silly mental excuse…but you know that when I hear he dated someone else/in Santa Cruz again/something like that that happens after this significant stuff- that I'm gonna get a little upset that I wasn't well, special enough…even though rationally I know that nobody ever is for these players. Although I am surprised he ever got married, although it's relatively obvious why they broke up. Wonder if he cheated on her?

Why I haven't written lately is due to several things, really.
1. Being rather flipped post-date.
2. Being pretty busy packing/relatives/etc.

The few notable events that you missed hearing about:

January 1 (afternoon): Surprisingly, none of the offending relatives really pestered me 'bout New Year's in the terrible manner that they have done in previous days. Did tell Tammy and Les I had a date, even got into the age bit, they were happy for me and surprisingly not bothered 'bout the age thing.

The funniest part was at dinner, when Auntie D. asked how old he was. I told her. You should have SEEN her face…she shut RIGHT UP. Tammy and Les and I went into the other room and snickered about it afterward…since she'd been dreadful to them all day, they enjoyed it almost as much as I did.

January 2: Dad had me set up the Snow Village (collectible little houses, they go with the train under the tree) stuff this year, which I did ALL BY MYSELF WITHOUT BREAKING ANYTHING, I'll have you know. I put all the boxes back EXACTLY AS I FOUND THEM and everything.

Unfortunately when he made me put it all back, Mom was home. She decided to 'help.' Despite my saying that I didn't need help. Despite my saying that I didn't need help, repeatedly. Despite my resorting to SCREAMING that I didn't want any goddamn help. She helped. She promptly hated everything I did, said I was going to break it all, said I wasn't "gentle enough" with the boxes (with STYROFOAM? Who cares?), that if anything chipped in the slightest it was ruined, that this was 'her past' (not true, we started buying 'em in 91), that "don't you want this for your children?" and started crying and guilt-tripping. She made me feel SO INCREDIBLY INCOMPETENT. I can do NOTHING when she or Dad is watching me. No WONDER I'm a big baby!!! I just started screaming, "Fine, then YOU do it!" and she did it HER way, promptly redoing all the boxes…I told her later, "If you wanted to redo all the boxes, why didn't you just TELL ME?"

It's two days later and thinking of that still pisses me off.

January 3: I got back to school and checked my e-mail, and found out that the postmaster won't forward my e-mail back until Tuesday. I am so mad about that! I want e-mail! I wanna send stuff! (well, I can send stuff, just not GET stuff in reply to it. But still, that's crucial) I haven't heard from Remington since New Year's and wanted to talk to him (sure, NOW I do), but well, uh, that's hard to do. Well, unless I give him my number, but frankly, I hate handing it out and then having to WAIT for a phone call (For some reason waiting for e-mail is not as bad for me. Preferable), and I will put off giving my digits for as long as I can.

January 4: Talked to Sarah today, we're getting together tonight. She and Hardeep are getting their restraining orders taken off, she wants to so he won't drag in people to say bad things about stuff she did at 14 in court. Nice, huh? And she still doesn't mention divorce.

I did, however, get the e-mail Remington sent me before leaving though.

} Okay then. I'm the greatest! (Ryan's little braggy thing)

Eew! -3 for imitating Ryan! Although, at least his .sigs have gotten more
amusing lately.

} >} >} Then there was You've Got
} >} >} >Mail, which sounded lame but vaguely... appropriate, some how.  
} >} >} Gee, I just can't imagine why...
} >} >} I've heard mixed stuff on it, some lame, some not. 
} >} >I've heard mostly lame, but, still... It would be a funny thing to be able
} >} >to say we did, in the newsgroup writeup.  Or, we could say that the evil
} >} >aliens forced us to watch it. :)
} >} That would be...for the appropriate part of it, and the alien bit!
} >So, shall we?  Just for the sheer stupidity of it all?
} Yeah, let's go for it!

Heh.  I've been working out how to get this into the plot.  We go off to a
movie, then we both experience 'missing time' and suddenly have an
uncontrollable urge to see this one...

} >} >} >And I haven't seen the new Star Trek yet... 
} >I've been avoiding reading reviews.  I just know they'll give away the
} >plot on me.
} Well, true. But there's not that much plot to give away after you've read a
} bunch of magazines/newspapers (while procrastinating) that all say the same
} thing. "The odd movies suck." 

Exactly.  They hate it, so they figure they're saving you the trouble of
seeing it.  It's bad enough they put something about 'Data befirends a
little boy' on the cover of the local paper.  On the cover! How am I
suposed to miss seeing that?  Thanks, Chicago Trib.

} >} >} >} There is NOTHING to do in Liverbore. The only cool thing there is one
} >                                      ^^
} >Heh.  I just finally spotted this. :)
} Took ya long enough! Here's another one: "Livermoron."

Where? Where?

} They probably already have! But I'll live.

Heh.  "Quick, get this girl to ER!  She missed seeing the Christmas lights
display!"  "Nurse, I'm gonna need 3cc's of Auld Lang Syne, stat!"

[T70'sS]
} It's on Sunday nights, which is why I tend to forget it's on (8:30),
} usually when I'm coming back from somewhere on the weekend.

Yep, that'd be why I miss it, I've been in Santa Cruz with friends who
don't have TVs on weekends lately.

} I just recently
} started watching it again (started seeing it before school started and I
} wasn't either in the car or frantically doing homework at that time) and
} still like it.
} 
} >} Since I forgot to get this e-mail forwarded, the home one is
} >} gr3ruth@pacbell.net, I do check it but not as often as this one...do you
} >} need the home # just in case of anything? (I'll check this around nineish
} >} before I go, or just answer to parents' e-mail)

Ah, but what day are you going on ninish?  Are you already going to miss
this one?

} >You know, the easy thing to do would be to get a telnet program and read
} >this email from home... 
} I have it on here and don't understand a *&#@$% word of it! As for the
} parents' computer, I am forbidden to add another program/download anything
} to it, as it hit its limit. Or so Dad claims. 

Heh.  Telnet is small.  All you gotta do is clear your netscape cache, and
there'd be room.  It's usually like 150K.  "Come on!  It's only...
wafer-thin?"

} (digits). I hopefully got the area code right, they changed it and I
} still have a hard time remembering it!

Heh.  Well, I can always figure that part out.

} >  "There's something inherently good about 
} >   cereal that makes the milk change color"
} Lots and lots of dye?

This was uttered by a friend of mine in defense of her Cocoa Krispies
addiction.  Out of deference to her privacy, I don't attribute it to Lynn.
:)

} "My wife and I met in an Internet chat room 5 years ago, conducted our
} entire courtship by e-mail, got married online, and have absolutely NO
} intention of ruining the whole thing by meeting face to face." -Bizarro,

Bahahaha!

-- 
Remington 

So I sent him this in a late reply:

Took long enough to reply to this... and since I'm not receiving e-mail here again until
 Tuesday, it'll be awhile before I can get any mail. How friggin annoying.

>} Okay then. I'm the greatest! (Ryan's little braggy thing)
>
>Eew! -3 for imitating Ryan!

(groan) I know, that kinda poison lurks in my brain like a baaaad song or something (just read a 
book about 'em). 

 Although, at least his .sigs have gotten more
>amusing lately.

Yeah, now there's three of them. (Then again, who am I to judge?!) Oh well, at least I didn't 
call myself a bad mamma-jamma (what the hell is _that?_). 
>
>Heh.  I've been working out how to get this into the plot.  We go off to a
>movie, then we both experience 'missing time' and suddenly have an
>uncontrollable urge to see this one...

Due to those microchips in our heads...was that it? 

It's bad enough they put something about 'Data befirends a
>little boy' on the cover of the local paper.  On the cover! How am I
>suposed to miss seeing that?  Thanks, Chicago Trib.

There weren't enough murders in Chicago to put on the front page, so they needed to do that? But 
on the other hand, that's not exactly a crucial plot point, I presume.

>} Took ya long enough! Here's another one: "Livermoron."
>
>Where? Where?

Since I went to that h.s... you're talking to one.
>
>} They probably already have! But I'll live.
>
>Heh.  "Quick, get this girl to ER!  She missed seeing the Christmas lights
>display!"  "Nurse, I'm gonna need 3cc's of Auld Lang Syne, stat!"

Oh nooooo, not that song! Reminds me of that bit in When Harry Met Sally that my dad always 
gripes through- "Just kiss her already!"
>
>Ah, but what day are you going on ninish?  Are you already going to miss
>this one?

Well, I guess that question's been answered by now...
>
>} >You know, the easy thing to do would be to get a telnet program and read
>} >this email from home... 
>} I have it on here and don't understand a *&#@$% word of it! As for the
>} parents' computer, I am forbidden to add another program/download anything
>} to it, as it hit its limit. Or so Dad claims. 
>
>Heh.  Telnet is small.  All you gotta do is clear your netscape cache, and
>there'd be room.  It's usually like 150K.  "Come on!  It's only...
>wafer-thin?"

The man won't let me download tiny pictures, so I think it's outta the question...

>} >  "There's something inherently good about 
>} >   cereal that makes the milk change color"
>} Lots and lots of dye?
>
>This was uttered by a friend of mine in defense of her Cocoa Krispies
>addiction.  Out of deference to her privacy, I don't attribute it to Lynn.
>:)

Good one! I'm guessing this is the Lynn at the party?

Okay, to what I was going to say:
Saw Stepmom yesterday, and there's this bit about the 12-year-old girl in the movie who has an 
awful boyfriend who goes around saying things about her because she didn't kiss open-mouthed...
well, now we know for sure: I don't kiss like a 12-year-old.

"Actually the mee-oow is an interesting combination of two sounds cats use to communicate with other cats. The mew sound is a friendly greeting used between cats who share territory a "Hello, I know who you are, you're ok" kind of thing. The "oow" sound is used when another cat is perceived as intrusive or unfamiliar it means "back off."

The meow sound appears to be a combination of the two and is used when a cat greets a human that it is familiar with. It seems to mean "Hello, I know you, you're cool but I'm still keeping my eye on you"

While having another conversation with Victor about guy crap, I told him that I hadn't heard from, well, I didn't use his name, after our eventful night, and Victor said to not contact him first (he should contact me), it's some sort of weird territorial upper hand thing. I said I'd responded to the one he sent before, and he said so long as I didn't really stray from the original e-mail (I suppose this means not getting romantic) it was okay. Apparently the first one to lose the upper hand is the one who's first to talk about it. You have to appear unobsessed and in control until a few days pass, and then it's okay to be first. Frankly, this kinda thing is incomprehensible to me. I do not understand these awful games of nobody being attached/acknowledging anything that went on, like "Hey, despite all that stuff, nobody's attached here!" It's so fucking mental. Y'all wonder why I'm confused all day? And all to NOT scare off another one. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

It'll be...interesting...come tomorrow morning. No, he didn't post on newsgroup either, I assume he's busy...off in Santa Cruz probably...ah, maybe I'm paranoid.

Fuck it.

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