Weird

I just had an odd flashback. Back in my Commodore 64 days I spent much time playing a silly simulation called "Little Computer People." It actually should have been named "Little Computer Man and his Dog." I have GOT to find that emulation.

Mood: Okay
Listening to: Pink - Gone to California

Eep!

Looking at myself in my webcam I see that I've got some nice bags under my eyes. I'm out of Flonase and I took the full dose of Tavist today. Had an interview at a pet clinic today. I hope I didn't sound high. Damn Tavist.

I haven't had a real post in a long time. It's hard to muster up the energy lately. Stupid stress. Stupid money. Fuck money, anyway.

Mood: Frustrated
Listening to: Pink - Family Portrait

Yay!

Big yay to Tyler Savage, a fantastic human being who tipped me off to Haloscan.com for commenting.

Mood: Happy
Listening to: nothing

More annoying things on TV

Ok. Enough with the percussion solo commercials that use any and all common household objects as things to drum upon. I'm talking to you, Coca-Cola.

Mood: Irritated
Listening to: American Idol

A Hero

From Planetout.com

Student gets $451,000 in school lawsuit

Gay.com / PlanetOut.com Network
Wednesday, August 28, 2002 / 04:46 PM

School district officials in Reno, Nev., and a gay former student who says he was repeatedly harassed finalized a settlement on Wednesday that includes policy changes to protect gay and lesbian students.

The terms of the settlement include a $451,000 payment to the former student, Derek Henkle, for damages and legal costs. In addition, the Washoe County School District must implement student education programs about harassment and intimidation of students, train staff about how to prevent and respond to such incidents, and acknowledge that students' freedom of expression includes the right to discuss their sexual orientations and related issues.

The agreement is the first in the country to recognize the constitutional right of gay and lesbian youth to be open about their sexual orientation in schools and to be protected from discrimination and harassment, according to the Lambda Legal Defense and Education Fund, which co-represented Henkle with the law firm O'Melveny & Myers.

The $451,000 is also the largest pre-trial award of its kind in the nation, Lambda Legal said.

Henkle, who endured bullying and physical attacks at three different high schools in the district, said, "I'm pleased that this settlement will show other students that they can fight for their rights to be open and honest about who they are, to be protected from harassment and abuse, and as a result to have basic access to an education."

Now 21 and living in San Francisco, Henkle said he will use some of the money to pursue a college education.

Mood:
Listening to: American Idol

Pardon the mess.

'scuse. This damn thing isn't working.

Stupid Enetation.

Can't get my damn cgi-bin to work so I can have real comments on this page. AARRRGH!

Phew.

Just took a test on animal digestive systems. Now my brain is numb. I think I'm moving on to the skeletal system next. Or something. Phew.
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Mood:
Listening to: the air conditioner.

Hmm.

So I'm employed. I'm not quite sure about this job, but I guess I'll give it the old college try for a few days. Hope the animal lab job calls me back.
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Mood:
Listening to: The Refreshments - Banditos

Urrrrrggghhh...

I am not a healthy girl. I have cramps. My GI tract is attempting to flip itself upside down and inside out simultaniously. My allergies are making my eyes burn, my nose itch, run, and hurt, my sinuses to pulse, and my head to split. So I'm a little cranky.

I took some Tavist Allergy/Sinus/Headache and I'm floating in my own little medication bubble. I'm aware that I'm cranky and that I'm typing and the news is on TV two feet away from me but I don't really care. Urrrgh.

I have to go to my second interview at a marketing company tomorrow from 11 to 8. Freaking 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. For a freaking interview. I have to stretch out the usual interview BS for nine hours. They better fucking hire me. And give me lots of money. And at least pay for my lunch tomorrow. Urrrgh.
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Mood:
Listening to: the news

Sticking up for the little guy

Nissan Motor vs. Computer

I must own this.

The Doormat

Why do I have to clean up after Dan cooks? He's never cleaned up after I cook. Why does he get to sit and play video games while I scrape grease off the stove?
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Mood:
Listening to: the rage in my head

Nice...

Just sitting here watching the lightning and listening to the thunder pass by in waves. I'm trying to forget things like my unemployment, my money struggles, my apathy toward my medications, my intestinal problems. I'm not quite ready to deal with any of this yet. I think once my money situation picks up and makes several of my problems disappear I'll be ready to deal with it all. I know I'm going to give myself an ulcer and that just makes it all that much worse, so I push it out of my mind sing.

An Abraham Lincoln icon just got me thinking about America. It's a great place to be given the options. It makes me sad to think that this is about as good as it gets.

It makes me sad to think about what my family would think about me if they knew I was bisexual. They probably already know, which doesn't bother me, but I know that a great deal of talking behind backs goes on within my family circle. It makes me angry to hear my father blather on about "fags" being "unnatural" and such and there's so much I want to say to put him in his place but I can't. And it probably wouldn't make a difference in how he thinks anyway. The Setters are a stubborn bunch and I'm living proof of the legacy.

I know I've written about GLBT stuff before, but my brain is really going tonight. I get a feeling from both sides of the fence that people don't really believe it's possible to be bisexual. Hell, the last two guys I dated swung to one direction or another after claiming to be bi. I think that bisexuality is largely regarded as an experimental or transitional stage rather than the end result.

I know that if my family really knows that I'm bi that this is what they think. I think it's one of those things they're hoping is just a phase, like when I declared myself Pagan in high school. So much for that theory. I don't want to care about what my family thinks -- really. But it's in my blood (probably the Korean side of things) and I can't help it. But still -- why should I care? I can't think of a single reason. More frustration.

But anyway...

So what is up with that Mexican wrestling cartoon on WB, anyway?
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Mood:
Listening to: thunder and rain

Train of thought

Question: why do people move to Alaska? I can understand staying there if you were born there, but actually moving there?

On the story on Dateline right now: if those guys find the gold, doesn't it belong to someone? Even after 50 years? They'd be screwed. It always works out that way.

It's been going like this for the past couple of days: (Flash) ... (THUNDER) ... (SIRENS)

On the Dateline story again: wouldn't the plane be buried under 50 years' worth of snow and ice?

I don't care about Elvis.

I also don't care about the PGA deal that's going on here in the Twin Cities. I can't wait until I can watch the news again. Maybe they'll be able to catch up on all the other stuff that's been going on since Tiger Woods stepped off the plane.

Why is SC Johnson a "family company?" Usually when a company says something about "family" they mean "we don't like no dirty homos here." Bastards.
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Mood:
Listening to: Dateline

Amusing... yet annoying.

A clap of thunder just set off someone's car alarm. I hate those things.
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Mood:
Listening to: Dateline

Some guy in a big white house across the street was singing, and I use this term loosely, at the top of his lungs all afternoon. He was belting out Bon Jovi and Queen with windows wide open, shame tossed to the wind.

Yeah, we need to move.
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Mood:
Listening to: Dateline

Some weblogs (a LOT of weblogs) are composed of nothing but links and (maybe) comments about those links. It gets old fast. As inane as it may sound, I like reading about other people's days. I want to know what they think about things. I don't know where I'm going with this.
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Mood:
Listening to: Dateline

Misery

Sitting on the toilet at 3AM with cramps and a dragon in your gut after taking two sleeping pills.

The only thing worse is having the Facts of Life theme song in your head at the same time.
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Mood:
Listening to: a neighbor's air conditioner

Oh, the horror.

I knew it was bound to happen, but my webcam caught me sneezing.

You know what sucks? Having to give a 60 day notice on your apartment. We have to be out by noon on October 31 and then OH MY GOD WE HAVE NO PLACE TO GO.

Okay, it's not that bad. There are 47,812 places renting within a two mile radius of here. But it's the fact that we don't have anything nailed down that makes me nervous. We can't even really begin looking until September.

Mood:
Listening to: the music in my head

.There are guys outside taking down a dead tree between our building and another. I'm not sure they know what they're doing.

Guy 1: (something in Spanish)
Chainsaw: BRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Guy 2: (whistles frantically) Hey! GO SLOW!
Chainsaw: brrrrrrzzzzzRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZ...

If a tree crashes through my window I'm going to be very upset.
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Mood:
Listening to: L-O-N - Take Your Courage

I have a lot to do. I'm very stressed about it. I NEED TO RELAX.

Hence the peppermint tea. I'm hoping to actually fall asleep in less than two hours tonight. It's frustrating when Dan's snoring three seconds after his head hits the pillow.

Our apartment search continues. We found this really, really cute place not to far from where we are now (0.7 miles, to be exact) with hardwood floors and a mini built-in buffet and a clawfoot tub. We were all ready to go and had the applications filled out and everything until Dan found out that there was shelter right up the street and therefor was an iffy part of town. Damnit.

We drove around Uptown and collected phone numbers from "Apartment Available" signs. We have 34 numbers to call. And when I say we have 34 numbers to call, it's probably more like I have 34 numbers to call. Sigh.

So anyone got a large 1 bedroom or 2 bedroom place in a small building for less than $750? Anyone? Anyone?

Mood:
Listening to: Megumi Hayashibara - Don't Be Discouraged

Note to self:
When making peppermint tea, one does not need a full tablespoon and a half of dried peppermint.

Whoo!

Mood:
Listening to: Masami Okui - Jama Wa Sasenai

Made some little ASCII cat mood icons. We'll see how this works out.

Listening to: Charlie Daniels Band - The Devil Went Down To Georgia
Mood:

Hmm.

IMood must be borked.

The madness continues with a new train of thought.

Fixed a few things on the webcam page.

Sara is rolling around on the carpet and mewing. I hear Grady in the other room possibly destroying something.

Possibly? Probably.

Went to my job interview thingo and she says I'll more than likely get the job, but I won't hear anything for two weeks. ARGH!

Made five bucks today on a henna tattoo. Went rollerblading around Lake Calhoun. Want to lay down and die now. I'm really surprised I made it the whole way around. I should look it up and see how long that trail is.

3.2 miles. Ouch. No wonder I'm tired. I should take a hot bath. Or jump in the pool. Or curl up in the fetal position and sleep for three days.

Webcam madness

Here we go. Beta trial 1 of my javascript webcam page.

Webcam Of Destruction

Fun $5.00 purchase of the day

I bought a webcam (New! Never Used!) at a rummage sale in St. Paul for $5.00. Heh-heh.

Eek!

Giddy

Every so often I've been breaking into this little whiteboy dance and singing, "I have a jooo-ob. I have a jooo-ob."

At least I think I have a job. It's for a medical device company. Which is creepy. But the job position is "Animal Care Technician." Whoo! I'm not sure about the whole animal testing thing yet. I won't be sure until I work there for a while and witness for myself what goes on. It's pretty much dogs with experimental pacemakers and stuff, which isn't too bad, I guess. I hope I won't have to deal with rabid PETA members.

Damnit, I'm going to give those animals the best care I can give.

So anyway, the woman at the company who hires lab techs and such told me to bring my resume and a voided check for direct deposit. Sounds like I have a job. Right? It sounded like she wanted to give me a hug and hand me wads of cash over the phone.

I have a joooo-ob! I have a jooooo-ob!

On that note...

There should be an international ban on playing the song "Born To Be Wild."

Annoyed

Is anyone else really annoyed that Smashmouth's "Walking on the Sun" is used in EVERY commercial right now?

I am officially a great big dork

It may not work quite yet, but here we go:

Yup.

Fun from my train of thought

I have no idea what day it is. I feel brain dead. I need to find myself a part time job.

Eh... maybe I'll wait until unempolyment runs out. Heh.

On an up note I made some major cash this weekend at the art fair. I have to keep that up. And invest in asprin. Lots and lots of painkillers. Squeezing a little bottle all day isn't exactly making my arthritic fingers feel fantastic. My knee, which I suspect also has a bit of arthritis, has the ability to predict cool weather. Freaky-deaky.

So why are they making those moissanite fake diamonds, anyway? It's not like diamonds are rare.

Do all police officers killed in action get this kind of pomp and circumstance? It just seems excessive.

Now that I'm unemployed I haven't been showering regularily. I'm funking myself out.