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so, excatly one week ago today, the rza and i got married. which pretty much everyone knows by now, but i figured i had to blog about it to make it really official.
we've kind of spent the last six months or so working out the details, like making sure rza believed me when i said i really didn't want a traditional "big" wedding, and figuring out whether or not we would tell anybody or invite anybody. and then the past month we worked out the more intricate details like when exactly we were going to do this and getting all of the legalities taken care of and i had to buy my dress, which is really freaking hard when you're not telling anyone what you're doing. seriously. i spent so many hours at work looking at websites and trying to make it seem like i wasn't looking for a dress to get married in. i ended up ordering it the week before and it didn't arrive until the day of, like an hour before we were supposed to leave.

so, even though it looked spontaneous, there actually was a lot of planning and discussion involved. we've also decided that at some point we want to have a reception, since seriously no one was there. we didn't even tell our parents until the day before. now we just have to try and save some money and find a venue and all that other fun stuff, so the reception probably won't be until october, if we're lucky.

the actual ceremony was...interesting. we had to go to our district magistrate's office, which is located in a building that looks like it was a high school at one point in time. which gave me the feeling of waiting in the principal's office. and there were like 5 or 6 people ahead of us who were there for civil hearings, including a girl who was filing for a restraining order against her boyfriend. she was on her cell almost the entire time talking to different people and at one point i guess she got a hold of her boyfriend because she yealled "you're a piece of shit and your mom's a piece of shit and if i see her i'm going to fucking beat her ass." after everyone else was dealt with, we went into the courtroom and had a very quick and very lovely ceremony of which i can't really remember a single thing. then we went to piper's for lunch and started texting everyone and their mom.

and that's how rza and i got married.

there have been a few questions, like: am i knocked up? (no), are we going on a honeymoon? (someday), am i changing my name? (i don't know yet. i want to, but after spending thrity years with this name it feels weird to change it. advice from married friends who did change is much wlecomed). and we're both still adjustingto saying "husband" and "wife" instead of "boyfreind" and "girlfriend". other than that, things are pretty much the same. which is good.

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things that i hate:

stupid people
stupid people with umbrellas
people who feel the need to write on bus seats so that i spend a paranoid ten minutes walking from the bus to the office wondering if i have words on my ass

today at lunch we are having a surprise birthday party for marvin hamlisch. complete with ice cream sundaes. this would be one of those things that makes me love my job, except for the part where it means i have to be social. i hate being social. i also hate riding the elevator at work with other people. because it inevitably is someone i'm not comfortable with and i'm then forced to make small talk. and i'm magic in my ways of sucking hard at small talk. especially first thing in the morning. which goes back to me hating being social.

on a non-complaining or grumbly note, i think the tide pen is one of the greatest inventions in the world.

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so, i can't actually do any work right now because our ticketing system is down. woo-hoo. free day! this is actually good, because there have been some events over the past cople of days that have left me so disgruntled and so...i don't know. uncaring? i'm just sad because i should love my job, but because some people are idiots, i don't.

in other news, i think i'm going to quit school. i only really started taking these classes becasue i was bored and it's become more stress than i'm willing to put up with. also, certain classes, like the ones that involve any kind of drafting at all, are so unintersting to me. and if i'm not interested i don't care and if i don't care, i don't do my homework. which is like totally immature, but that's how i work. the class i'm in now has us using google sketch-up and i really have no desire to learn how to use it. and my next class is drafting, so i know that's goign to suck. and i can only imagine what it will be like when we get to autocad. i feel like i shouldn't quit, because it would be nice to at least have that sense of accomplishmnet. like even though i don't care at least i did it. but when it comes to doing my assignments (even the simple things like commenting on other classmates work) i just can't be bothered. so, yeah, that's that.

due to the restructuring here at work, my little department, which has been whittled down to just two of us, has been moved. we now have our own semi-private office with a window. that opens. onto the roof. we've joked about putting a grill and a kiddie pool out there. it's really nice, because sometimes the ac is too much and we can open the window and let warm air in. the bad thing is now i'm spoiled and when they decide to move us again (because offices get switched around here like we're playing musical chairs) i'll totally not want to go.

i'm taking the second week of july off and the plan is to paint the house. not the whole thing, just the living room, dining room and bedroom. of course, now that i'm commiting myself to it, i'm starting to doubt the color choices for the living room and dining room. we want to do a darkish mauve for the living room and a lighter version for the dining room, but now i'm worried the darker mauve will too much. and the lighter one will be too light. i'm dead set on dark blue for the bedroom and can't be swayed. i'm thinking of doing the bedroom first, and thinking more about the living room and dining room.

also, i'm growing plants and so far very few of them have died. and it's been like a month or two, so go me! i might actually be able to survive after the apocolypse. woot!

and last but not least-go pens!

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so, i started reading this book yesterday, and it's kind of spooky, although to be honest i haven't gotten to any of the spooky parts yet. it's written by the same guys who wrote the relic, which i haven't read, but i did see the very beginning of the movie, so i know what i'm in store for. anyway, i made the mistake of reading it right before i went to bed and of course ended up having a nightmare. i don't really remember exactly what the scary part of the dream was, but i was fighting something, or trying to get away from something and so i ended up creating this superhero/monster to fight for me. and by create i mean i was talking and as i said words this thing grew. what were the words i said? "it'll have a viking helmet. and boobs. and it'll have stars. 'cause we're awesome!"

except i said "'cause we're awesome!" out loud. in real life. and woke myself and rza. he tried to get me to keep talking, but i was still partially asleep and embarrassed that a) i had talked in my sleep and b) i had a nightmare because i didn't have the good sense to not read a spooky book before i went to bed. then, to make matters worse,i kept thinking about the fact that i had pretty much shouted "'cause we're awesome!" and kept giggling. and i was still kind of spooked, so i had to turn on the tv, and keep ryan awake a little longer.

speaking of dreams, i had a dream the night before that is so transparent in meaning i'm ashamed of myself for not having a more creative subconscious. basically i was on the phone with a client who is renowned for being a bitch and she asked me a question that caused me to have to admit that i don't know how to read music. so i had to put her on hold and ask the people in my cube farm and they were all aghast that i did not know how to read music. when i got back on the phone with the bitch she started complaining that she had never heard of the piece in question and she didn't get that it was composed for dora maar, because who the hell is dora maar. at which point i was all "aha! i know who dora maar is!" and i felt redeemed. this is so true to life because i am one of the very few people here at work who have zero musical background what-so-ever. but i do know a lot of things that my co-workers don't, like who jack kerouac is. (i still can't get over that one. he's like common knowledge.) the funny thing is, i've been mulling this dream over and thinking about real life and i realized my lack of musical background has yet to have a negative effect on my work. i've been in this position for almost two years and at no point in time has my ignorance been a hinderance. to be fair i do try to read about the pieces being performed before the season starts, but i can't say i really retain much of it. for like a week i'm an expert on our entire season, then it's all forgotten by the time the gala rolls around.

and on that note, i should probably actually try and get some work done.

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so, i've decided that i hate facebook. i think it's a big reason why so many people have stopped posting on livejournal and i consider livejournal to be a big factor in why i'm close to the people that i consider to be my best friends. all facebook does is put me in contact with people that i haven't talked to in years. and there are reasons why i haven't talked to those people in years. i think that people are so busy anymore that the best way to stay in touch with anyone is through the internet and i miss that interaction. and i'm not talking about just playing scrabble or reading someone's status or sending a virtual drink. i miss the days of being able to post an entry on livejournal, and it was the equivalent of calling a friend and catching up, except i was calling all of my friends and keeping everyone in the loop simultaneously. i know i'm just as guilty as everyone else of not updating regularly, and i know my biggest reason is that it's hard to find the time, but i miss my friends, and i miss livejournal.

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i just read an article on-line claiming that people's personalities are reflected in their dogs. if this is true, then i am apparently an adorable, stubborn, one-eyed attention whore who is also a little smelly.

rza asked me, like he don't know...

Comment here and I will choose 7 interests I am curious about. Respond in your journal.

anais nin
i forget what inspired me to list this exactly, but i love anais nin. she tells such dirty stories without being gross.

dawn dish soap
dawn dish soap is what's used to clean birds that are affected by oil spills. it's the only dish soap that i'll use. they do a lot to help wildlife in general, so i try to support them in my dish cleaning efforts. also, in england it's called fairy bubbles or something fun like that. for being a cleaning product, it's pretty awesome.

english accents
english accents=hot. that's all.

hardcore porn

i actually only added this to my interests because i don't really believe that people look at my profile. i figured it would be funny to have something unexpected in case anybody took the time to look.

latina gangs

the red-headed slut and i have had long discussions about how we'd like to be hispanic. she wants to be of cuban descent and live in miami and i want to be of mexican descent and live in la. and there's nothing tougher than an la gang of chicks, meng.

rza went to japan and brought me back a pink paul frank sock monkey. the night before he returned was the last episode of friends, and they did a recap of some of phoebe's songs. i'm very upset, because right now i don't remember how the song went, but one of the lines was "and tegrin spelled backwards is nirget." i spent the night at rza's place so that i'd be there when he got home, and he woke me up with the sock monkey in my face. i had that song in my head and the first thing i said was, "can i name him nirget?". later i bought rza a stuffed einstein. nirget and einstein became bff, even though nirget is japanese and einstein is german, and there's a bit of a language barrier.


i love the wu-tang clan with my whole heart. the rza, the gza, raekwon, inspectah deck, ol' dirty bastard, ghostface killah, method man, u-god, masta killa. i love them all. one of my pet peeves is when a person says something along the lines of "i like all music except rap and country." i find that more often than not those people have never taken the time to truly listen to rap or country and are really just basing their opinion on preconceived ideas they have of a particular music genre. the wu-tang clan is oneof the best examples of how rap is art, and i'd even say most of the members of wu-tang are poets to the degree of keats or eliot.

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Your result for Are You a Jackie or a Marilyn? Or Someone Else? Mad Men-era Female Icon Quiz...

You Are an Ingrid!


You are an Ingrid -- "I am unique"

Ingrids have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.

How to Get Along with Me

  • * Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.

  • * Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.

  • * Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.

  • * Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.

  • * Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting!

What I Like About Being an Ingrid

  • * my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level

  • * my ability to establish warm connections with people

  • * admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life

  • * my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor

  • * being unique and being seen as unique by others

  • * having aesthetic sensibilities

  • * being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me

What's Hard About Being an Ingrid

  • * experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair

  • * feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved

  • * feeling guilty when I disappoint people

  • * feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me

  • * expecting too much from myself and life

  • * fearing being abandoned

  • * obsessing over resentments

  • * longing for what I don't have

Ingrids as Children Often

  • * have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games

  • * are very sensitive

  • * feel that they don't fit in

  • * believe they are missing something that other people have

  • * attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.

  • * become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood

  • * feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce)

Ingrids as Parents

  • * help their children become who they really are

  • * support their children's creativity and originality

  • * are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings

  • * are sometimes overly critical or overly protective

  • * are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed

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