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bullets are pretty chill

Reasons why I am happy right now:

  • I am going to ‘n’awlins’ for pardi gras.  With my little bro ! Yes!
  • My bogus cleanse is over and I can once again eat hard food…and drink (ergo:)
  • I am a bit tipsy.
  • The worst day of work EVER is finally over :) :) :)

Things that are cramping my style right now:

  • Consideration of the hangover I’m going to be doomed with tomorrow
  • My concern for America’s economic future
  • The piles of work I have sitting on my desk anxiously awaiting my attention

Thus, blogga-world, I do not believe you will be hearing from me until I return from New Orleans–I will be bringing my laptop, of course, and I’ll have my mobile so perhaps I shall feel motivated to blog…although more likely than not I’ll be intoxicated.  So there’s that.

Also…I just feel inclined to say that I was reading a fellow blogga’s thoughts on blogging recently, and she said something like ‘I am a writer, and not, I want to add emphatically, a diarist.’  Now…I want to emphatically add that I was equally amused and annoyed by this statement.   This could be a reason why I’m not the prom queen of  blogga-world, but in case you couldn’t tell, I am a diarist!  Weblogs are not theses, they are not novels, and I don’t really take them all that seriously–this is mostly due to the fact that I don’t take anything too seriously, but of the things that should be taken seriously in my mind, weblogging isn’t particularly high on the list.  Thus, I put very little thought into what the hell I write on here and just kind of ramble about whatever is on my mind at my time.  I don’t censor myself and I don’t really think about how I might be coming across.  Sometimes this results in me reading things I’ve written and feeling like an arse, but the thing is that I spend most of my life behaving in an appropriate and polite manner and this is sort of my outlet for the thoughts that are not necessarily expressed.  I think this is kind of problematic because I think writing something makes it seem as though the ideas being expressed are well thought out or complete depictions of the issue at hand, and thus a passing thought becomes this statement of what I believe or think–when often it’s just a small slice of my overall view on something that is skewed by a variety of factors, ie. recent events in my life, my mood, my disposition, etcetera. And for the love of god (or whatever) please don’t take anything I say all that seriously. Lord knows I don’t.

That is kind of ramble-y, but hopefully you get the point even though I don’t think I’ve made much sense. I really enjoy the fact that I don’t need to worry about being politically correct, polite, etcetera on here–sure I think it probably leads to me expressing a lot of negativity and shit, but it needs to be expressed my friends! Also–believe it or not–I rarely curse in real life.  Isn’t that strange?  I was thinking about how a lot of people don’t curse in their weblogs, and the thing is that I don’t really curse when speaking–but I do curse when thinking.  Haha.  Doesn’t everyone?

So the things I say on here…I think they should be read as thoughts, as writing for me is more of an expression of thought than it is a means of stating something.

Hah, I think that sounds kind of contradictory and stupid, but it is the best way of conveying what I’m trying to say…

I think I need some sleep!

If I don’t write from nola, peace and love for the next few days! :)

x C

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curses!

Ladies and gentlemen of the internet, I feel as though I am cursed!  The recent turn of events in my life has me questioning the possibility of someone performing black magic upon me; I am legitimately half-way serious about this suspicion.

One recent curse is my newfound semi-ambitious attitude, which prompted me to take a job instructing undergraduates–why is this a curse you ask?  Well, I suppose the true curse is my laziness, because I took the job so late that the subjects I would have enjoyed teaching were not available and I am now stuck reciting calculus.  Unfortunately, my dim-witted arse was unable to make the necessary neurological connections to come to the conclusion that I’m not especially qualified for this position because I have not done calculus in quite some time–therefore, the lack of calculus combined with my cannabis-damaged memory has really been cramping my style this week.

So now I have tons of studying to do, as I can hardly even remember how to take the derivative of something.  That’s actually not a joke.  Sad, right? (I know there are some math geeks out there!)

Not to mention I made the poor choice of going out tonight instead of getting work done, I have to work tomorrow, and perhaps most foreboding–I must rise at 8 am.  Clearly this is the result of witchcraft.

Also, to update you on my misadventures: I texted Mr. Martini to say I wasn’t sure what I wanted from him.  Straightforward and honest is always the way to go, right?  Wrong.  He sent me a text that said: “Well let me know when you figure it out.”  Psh!! Perhaps he didn’t intend for that to come off with an air of attitude, but it did, and I’m bothered by it because Mr. Martini is usually very chill, unlike the excessively moody men I’ve had the misfortune of spending time with in the past–and I am not into it.  At all.

Things have been weird with BC as well, and I feel as though I might be in a bit over my head.  We’ve been spending quite a bit of time together and talking a lot–which is cool, because he’s a friend and I know he’s going through a hard time, and I did sort of miss him.  But, the other aspect of the equation is that we’re sleeping together and that means lots of sleepovers and snuggling and couple-y things, which I’m not altogether comfortable with.  One of my friends told me my “radar of commitment-phobia” is unnecessarily going off, and I think he was right–I have no reason to be getting stressed out over this because we’re just hanging out and having fun (even if that entails breaking the booty call code).  Right?  Right.

This is simply further evidence of the dark-sided stuff going on in my life!  (major love to you if you know what that phrase is a reference to)

Furthermore, insomnia has continued to be an intense issue for me.  Needless to say, this is very unhealthy and worrisome!  And also further evidence of my thesis.

Curses!  I am cursed.

xx Charlee

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Lazy Saturday

Ahh–I just woke up.  How I love Saturdays when I have nothing to do in the morning aside from sleeping as late as I fancy. :-)

However, I am a little hungover due to being quite a bit overserved last night–someone I have been seeing rather casually wanted to take me to some cocktail party, which was, as expected, lame (not in a manner totally dissimilar to my date!)  How I wish I could find a man who did not bore me terribly in one way or another (thus forcing me to get my drink on, heavily.)

On that note–I unfortunately didn’t end up meeting up with Mason, which is sad because he is indeed a man who does not bore me in one way or another.  Of course there’s still that whole girlfriend thing…

Anyway, I must be off, I have lots of little errands to run today and it being the new year and all, I am actually going to drag my arse to the gym.

Later!
x C

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