Feb. 24th, 2003 08:11 pm

Dreaming

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I think I read the wrong book today. It was about a journalist who was tired of her beat covering Capitol Hill and manages to finagle herself into going off on assignment to another country to cover a revolution. While out there, she falls in love.

How romantic...::sigh::

I know, I know. It's a romance novel. Things like that don't happen for real. Still, the heroine reminds me a lot of myself. She's prone to daydreaming. A lot. So am I. Maybe I'm just lonely. That's it.

Our new editor, Paul Dunn, is in town. He stopped by last night and came in for a little bit today as well. Robb (the publisher) and I seem to be the only ones geninuely excited about him coming. Dale (managing editor) and Kevin (sports editor) are both more standoffish about it. I just think it's wonderful. Paul has a lot of ideas on changing the look of the paper, etc., and I think it NEEDS changing. I suppose this comes with me being young and out of college and full of ideas.

I got my new driver's license today. I proudly changed the weight on it, even though I've been having problems with it lately. Didn't get the chance to go play racquetball like I wanted. Oh well, I'll try again tomorrow. My picture on the license looks pretty good as well.

I did something yesterday that I hadn't done in two years - go to church. I enjoyed it. I went to an Episcipal Church, which was pretty interesting. I enjoy the rituals. I took communion, and they use real wine. Expensive wine too, I was told afterwards. I'm not much of a wine drinker, so when I drank it, I prayed I wouldn't cough or spit it out. I didn't ;-)

So, I guess I better go back to work and dreaming. This Baby Blues cartoon suits my mood right now:



::lies down with Zoe:: C'mon, child, we'll wait and cry together.
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I forgot to mention the Valentine's Day when I got some flowers from a secret admirer, who turned out to be this 30-somthing year old weird guy that lives in the apartment above Celeste. Gah!
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Feb. 18th, 2003 12:04 am

Bleh

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Dai kirai Valentine's Day!

For those who do not know Japanese, it means, I HATE THE STUPID DAY!

You know, even when I did have a boyfriend, it sucked. I think they should just get rid of it altogether and tack on an extra day to Christmas. Hey, I think it's time Boxing Day gets the recognition in the US that it deserves!

My views will probably change if I ever get with someone I actually like romantically (which is what happened six years ago) and don't have my present eaten and smashed by a 2-year-old, leaving me highly embarassed (which happened last year.)

Who knows, maybe I'll finally meet a decent guy. Who knows? WHO KNOWS?? MOU!!!!!

This weekend could have been better. Not only did I suffer through the Hell of all Hellish Holidays, I found out I gained ten pounds and learned something about my parents' divorce that...well...really got me down until today. But, I'm cheerful again. I'm always cheerful!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go roast these cheap Valentine's goodies from Wal Mart in the oven.
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Feb. 9th, 2003 01:08 pm

Men...

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Mou...men are BAKAS!! BAKAS, BAKAS, BAKAS!

Gray is STILL bugging me! I figured that the look of death I gave him wasn't enough to calm him down. Then, I went to start doing my laundry and ran out of quarters. I knew another roll was in the car, so I went to go get that. When I got back, there was a man down there happily occupying all the washers that were left (there's only three).

"Gah!" I yelp.

The guy looks up. "Well, I'm not sure how long that one's being used," he said, pointing at the washer I'm already using.

"I'M using that one!" I replied. "I had to go get more quarters!"

The guy shrugs and keeps on truckin' while I fume. Thanks to Mr. Tattoo (he has a tattoo around his upper left arm), I have to wait 30 minutes just to get my other load of laundry in the washer! This means waiting for the dryers too, which means I'll won't get to work until after 3! Well, I had planned that anyhow, but I was hoping my laundry would have been done by 2-2:30. Not now! MOU.... Good thing Robb's (my publisher and boss) not getting to the paper until after 5.

Men. You can't live without them and you want to pitch them into the Alabama River and see if they can swim. Not only are the ones in my life getting under my skin (although my dad and brothers have escaped so far - but the day isn't over), but so is one more than 2,200 miles away from me!

You see, through Ely and TLP, I met a friend of TLP's who he thought would really hit it off with me. We had similar intrests, worked in the same profession, in the worst case it would at least be someone to gripe to about the ins and outs of the newspaper business. Well, after a couple bumpy starts, we start chatting. And we keep chatting. Lately, I notice when he's not on and I miss talking with him.

No, I am not liking him! Am I?

I've always sworn not to do this again. After what happened four years ago with Brad, I swore never to have an online relationship again. Except, this isn't an online relatrionship, instead more of a friends thing. More of a, "Penpals but because of a 2,200 mile distance factor, online is the easiest and cheapest way to do so." Some things about him remind me of Lance, and that scared the living begeebers out of me. But, I can't go comparing every guy I meet to my ex-boyfriend. It's not fair to the guy and it's not fair to me either.

So, I notice when he's on and I notice when he's not. Pretty fast, he's pushed up into the ranks of people I talk to every time they log on (that includes Ely, TLP and my mom.)

I'm hopeless, aren't I?

Oh well, I've been ranting long enough. Maybe my wash has finished by now and I can swap out the loads.
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You know, I think at times that I have a problem with money. It's not paying bills I have a problem with, that's one thing I always do right, but it's spending money. It's like - look, you have money or credit on your credit card, why don't you spend it? It seems to me that is the American mentality of things.

Take today. I had swapped over my credit cards, paying off and cancelling one, but getting another so I could have it for when my car breaks down, have an emergency bill, etc., and I have room on it. So, I went and bought something I had been thinking of buying for awhile - a used Nintendo 64. When I got home, I wondered why I had even bought it. Yes, it's nice and I will have fun with it, but part of me feels guilty at purchasing something like that. I think I'm going to give it to my boyfriend for Easter. He had given his away to his nephews for Christmas a couple of years ago and I can tell he misses it. That way, I will feel better presenting it as a gift to someone and then be able to use it whenever I want.

Speakings of my boyfriend, I want to praise him for a bit. At times, I don't think people give him the benefit of the doubt. Yes, I realize that he has his faults. His pride is about the size of Canada and sometimes he talks worse than most women and can get on people's nerves. But, as one of my bosses pointed out, he doesn't talk all the time on purpose. He's just being polite. He was raised that if anyone approaches him, he smiles and says something. Yes, I want to strangle him and teach him the meaning of "restraint," but the good outweighs the bad and has taught me the art of compromise.

Sunday night, we were driving out to his mom's house when we nearly got into a serious car accident. I was approaching an intersection going the speed limit (65 mph) when a car pulls up, stares at me, then pulls out in front of me. I screamed and jerked the car to the right, just barely missing the other car. If I had been in the left lane, I would had been hit for sure. My car got off the road and spun around before stopping. We both sat there stunned for a moment. I could not stop shaking or crying to save my life. Instantly, Lance put his arms around me and tried to calm me down. We sat there for about five minutes before I could function enough to get out of the car and get into the passenger's seat so he could drive the rest of the way. Since he is one of those people who does not like driving other people's cars, that meant a lot.

He got me back to his mom's and took me inside where they managed to calm me down. He made me hot chocolate and tucked a blanket around me, which was really sweet. Then, he sat and kept his arm around me for about half an hour. I had not felt so safe in a long time. It was like when I was little and Mama or Daddy would hold me after I've fallen down and hurt myself. At that point, I craved attention like that. Finally, I was able to get back on the road and drive home. Then, Monday morning, I was at work and he called me, making sure I was okay and had gotten plenty of sleep. The sleep, didn't get a wink, but I was touched that he had gotten up at 6:30 to make sure I was okay.

The near accident taught me a lot about how precious life is, but it also made me remember how lucky I am. I honestly thought until last fall that I would never find a decent man to be with. It looks like I was wrong. I had always been afraid that I would be forced to give up being myself to be with someone. That is not the case. He only makes me want to be a better person - and that I am happy about.

Oh! And as for the music, any "Rurouni Kenshin" fans out there need to download the music video "Particle Man" done to clips from the show. It's the most hilarious thing I've seen in ages!
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Well, this is my first entry, and boy it has been a long day. I was fine until this afternoon when I was in the newsroom. See, I'm the news director of our campus paper and sometimes, I don't feel like I do a very good job at what I do. I know I'm an excellent writer, but sometimes being around the men in the newsroom makes me think twice about it.

Take today. I walk upstairs to get my clips packet to mail off to a potiental employer and the editor beckons one of my co-workers to go downstairs with him. A few minutes later, I go back downstairs to Xerox one of the clips and run into them. He goes, "Damn, Megan, we were trying to get away from you." Nice and subtle, huh? I understand that private conversations go on all the time, but hearing things like that just hurt. I'm now sitting here doubting myself as a capable journalist.

So, for comfort, I went and saw my boyfriend for a few minutes. He always has the ability to make me feel better. Next to my mom, he is my strongest supporter. The way he cares for me - it actually has me looking at bridal magazines for the first time in my life. Oh, I'm not ready for marriage by any means. But, I've always thought that was one of those things that would never happen to me. Perhaps maybe, it will one day.

The other big thing that happened was something scary. I was driving to go turn in my band uniform when I saw that a man had fallen off his bike and was lying in the road. I pulled up, rolled down my window, and asked if he was alright. By now, he had gotten up and said, "No, but let me shake your hand," and stuck it in my car window. I stared at his hand for a moment, cried out that I was late, and quickly drove off, my heart thundering in my chest. If he had grabbed me, I don't know what I would had done. But, I knew that if I saw the same thing again, I would still check and see if the person was okay. Not all people are like that. It's just a shame that some are. I'm just glad I had enough common sense to drive off and keep my cell phone to where I could dial 911.

So, I suppose that is it for now. I think I'm going to go write a little on the Rurouni Kenshin fanfic that I'm working on.

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