I am an IDIOT

Seriously, I want to edit or at least make comments about my journal from when I was in Tunisia, but I don't want to mar the "record". I haven't been doing much other writing, just inputting the journal, inputting my old writings, and writing about my kids... but I thiink I'm going to use this as a place to vent about my idiot 18 year old, self-important, overly-hormonal self.

I was full of self-pretention, apparently. I thought I was being good, kind and helpful, but while reading some of these entries, I fell like I was kind snobbish & stuck up - not to mention seriously after a girlfriend. Let me quote:

8/22/88 "Michelle talks. And Talks. Doesn’t quite know when to stop or know exactly what kind of input to contribute to a conversation."

"I somehow ended up leading the conversation on the way to the Post. Sig was quiet at the time, feeling out the situation, speaking only when spoken to. Michelle was saying many things, mostly irrelevant. Scott talked a little more than Sig, but I was doing all the relevant questions and talking. God, I felt needed. Brad was right about me. He told me I make friends easily and 'everyone' knows who I am in 'any, group. It feels good to bring people closer together and closer to themselves."

8/27/88 "I seriously wish I had someone to talk to, a person who understands what I’m saying. Most of the other AFSers would, but some wouldn’t. Amy seems too superficial and Michelle, well, she’s Michelle."


9/5/88 "I guess I am now the 'leader' -> spokesperson of the whole group, I always ask the questions and answer the q’s asked. I’m also the class clown & taskmaster general of game time."

"J. is my co-leader, but we really don’t know how we got or jobs. Ali tells me (us sometimes) what to do, where to tell the others to go, etc. Bought us cokes, ate dinner with us."

"POLAR BEAR!! What power. The entire place is trying to figure it out."

9/6/88 "We ate & made a 'Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner Club' with Ali as the “head honcho”. We get cold water, the best meats, etc. It’s great!"


As for hormones, besides pining over one person a LOT (at least in these first few entries, we have things such as (though to be fair, I didn't realize that Europpean women were much less conservative than those in the US):

9/5/88 "What a View.
"AVI (from Switzerland [?] -> no, Greenland) is one of the 4 girls who volunteered to stay in with the guys’ dorm room (there weren’t enuff beds in the girls’).
"Anyway, it’s 1 AM, she’s just wearing a skimpy top; AND –almost-see-through panties. She just got off her bed (across from mine) & turned around. She bent over to look for something, and… shit.
"Needless to say, she’s not bad looking.
"Sweeeeeeet Dreeeeeeeams."

Sigh. If I need to rant about my younger PITA self, I'll use this blog.

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Oy

It's been far too long already since I've written. My self indulgence isn't getting indulged, and I need to figure out where to either get the willpower to do it or the time in the day - I'm not sure which it requires more of. I've managed to write about my kids, which is good, and get some of my journal entries entered, but that's about it. Nothing really new emanating from my brain. I've been having a bunch of wild dreams, but can't for the life of me remember them to write 'em down. Well, except for one where all the hair on the top of my head had fallen out, leaving just a halo/ half halo. This didn't bother me, the horror of my dream was that I looked like my father.

Go figure.

I need to eek some more writing time.

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Blog-attack

Yes, technically "Cardiac Arrest" Arrest is not a cause of death, but the COD version is "Sudden Cardiac Death."

It seems like a non-sequitur, but really it's been somethingthat's been bouncing around my head lately. Blame work.

I am currently writing 4 blogs. well, sort of 4 blogs... two are things that I am entering from my past - one is a story site, the other a site that has my journal enrties (holy hell, was I an idiot 18 year old... I've only written a couple of posts and I already feel like I need to write letters of apology to at least three people (Michelle, Scott, and Sigrid, I'm looking at you). I was apparently self-imortant and narssicisti as well. I know, prolly redundant but still. the only thing I can offer in my defense is to say that I was trying to break out of the mold that I'd been poured into while growing up in Albany - we all had grown up together and all looked at each other in certain ways. I had changed, but I felt like the peole that I was around hadn't really changed their view of me... oh nevermind, I'm babbling.

And it's, uh, not narcissistic at ALL to have four blogs. Nope. Nu-uh.

At least it get's me writing something again. besides the past stuff, I've got this one - the writing about writing and one kinda joiurnal for my kids. I love 'em to death, and want them to see how I saw them one day.

Writing progress:

1.5 pages of non-fiction about my kids.

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“The Twelve Days of Sightlife”

Hey, a little writing time at Sightlife. Katie, Patrick & I came up with:

“The Twelve Days of Sightlife”

On the first day of Sightlife, my donor sent to me
A cornea so that I can see.

On the second day of Sightlife, my donor sent to me
Two statline calls and a cornea so that I can see.

On the third day of Sightlife, my donor sent to me
Three Cell drop-outs, two statline calls And a cornea so that I can see.

On the fourth day of Sightlife, my donor sent to me
Four calling docs, three Cell drop-outs, two statline calls And a cornea so that I can see.

On the fifth day of Sightlife, my donor sent to me
Five golden donors!
Four calling docs, three Cell drop-outs, two statline calls And a cornea so that I can see.

On the sixth day of Sightlife, my donor gave to me
Six sloppy writings,
Five golden donors!
Four calling docs, three Cell drop-outs, two statline calls And a cornea so that I can see.

On the seventh day of Sightlife, my donor gave to me
Seven late packages, six sloppy writings,
Five golden donors!
Four calling docs, three Cell drop-outs, two statline calls And a cornea so that I can see.

On the eighth day of Sightlife, my donor gave to me
Eight empty gas tanks, seven late packages, six sloppy writings,
Five golden donors!
Four calling docs, three Cell drop-outs, two statline calls And a cornea so that I can see.

On the ninth day of Sightlife, my donor gave to me
Nine poor med soc-es, eight empty gas tanks, seven late packages, six sloppy writings,
Five golden donors!
Four calling docs, three Cell drop-outs, two statline calls And a cornea so that I can see.

On the tenth day of Sightlife, my donor gave to me
Ten Hep C Abs, nine poor med soc-es, eight empty gas tanks,
seven late packages, six sloppy writings,
Five golden donors!
Fou'r calling docs, three Cell drop-outs, two statline calls And a cornea so that I can see.

On the eleventh day of Sightlife, my donor gave to me
Eleven confirmed MRSAs, ten Hep C Abs, nine poor med soc-es, eight empty gas tanks,
seven late packages,Six sloppy writings,
Five golden donors!
Four calling docs, three Cell drop-outs, two statline calls And a cornea so that I can see.

On the twelfth day of Sightlife, my donor gave to me
Twelve bouts of sepsis, eleven confirmed MRSAs, ten Hep C Abs, nine poor med soc-es,
eight empty gas tanks, seven late packages, six sloppy writings,
Five golden donors!
Four calling docs, three Cell drop-outs, two statline calls
And a cornea so that I can see.

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This has been a rough week, writing-wise. Work has been extremely busy (lot's of people dying & needing to have next of kin talked to about donating tissues), coupled with a jam-packed home life, there hasn't been much time to do a lot of anything. This is just another excuse, I know, but at least I'm trying to write right now, damnit! I'm Gumby, damnit!

Updating my other site with my past works is coming along as well. I doubt that anyone actually reads these things, but if they do, they'll find mostly crap from a long, long time ago. I think I'm gonna start a site of my journal entries, too, from the way back maching, where peole actually wrote things with a quill and parchment, or something like that.

Writing progress:
Nothing new except for this blog post

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