the result of watching too many reruns of 'the office'

since moving to chicago, i've been applying for 'real' jobs every day my life feels too pointless. this has averaged to about 70 percent of my days. that's not too bad. feeling pointless does not mean feeling sad or depressed. just aimless and stupid.

anyway, there has been little-to-no synchronicity with this half-hearted job search.

today i set myself to writing a winning cover letter for a job that i think would be really fulfilling on a number of levels. while editing this cover letter, my computer 'blue-screened' three times before i said 'whatever, i'm going to buy chips and salsa.'

i hope that isn't synchronous.

i was working on the letter at the cafe. since returning home, my computer has (knock on wood) been behaving as it should. so maybe it is synchronous? or meaningful in some other way? the cafe doesn't want what's best for me. it just wants me to work there forever.

let's hope my alarm clock wants the same.

i guess the vampire movie is synchronous too, eh?

this is kind of morbid synchronicity, but i guess it's all in how you look at it.

i sent this e-card to brother paul yesterday:



much later yesterday, i was at a gathering where a cootie catcher was made. the maker passed it around and had us companions contribute fortunes. when it was my turn to pick numbers, my fortune read: "you will die."

in other (cat-related) news:

i went to see a swedish vampire flick last night. i could go on for a while with a review of the film (in short, it was a really beautiful, believable and captivating film, albeit about 20 minutes too long), but instead, i'll provide this clip of one of the funniest scenes:



it's way funnier when it's on the big screen and you're only sitting about four rows back and your neck is totally sore from looking up for so long. still, i think it's pretty cool when it's only about 400 px wide.

i guess i should have written 'spoiler alert,' eh? now you all know that woman will become a vamp. but i'm not going to tell you about the coolest thing that happens to her (it's better than a cat attack, i swear).

pity me!

a good friend told me how it depresses him when he sees a young lady alone in the cat food aisle.

as if it isn't sad enough to spend thanksgiving alone (except for three cats, none of which i own), i just had to run out to the store to buy meow mix.

UGH.

also, my plans of watching so much mr. show last night fell through. i couldn't get the sound to work on our speakers, to which the dvd player is connected.

on the upside, i did watch the charlie brown thanksgiving special, which i have made it 23 years without seeing somehow.

also, i just got a call from a fun friend inviting me to have fun with he and his friends tonight.

HORMONES SUCK.

thank blog for puns that fall flat

check it:


you may not be able to easily tell, but that is a scratch from teeny (of cat scratch fever fame) that runs directly atop a wrist vein.

that little rascal did that to me last night.

i'm not thankful for that.

i am thankful for friends that care and my silly family. i spoke to both of my parents on the phone yesterday, and it made me feel really good and loved. i'm thankful for synchronicity (though my life has been lacking it majorly lately) because it's like little hugs from the cosmos. i'm thankful for all the material luxuries in my life (the bagel in my belly, the roof above my head, the free shirt on my body, etc), and i'm thankful for the intangibles (my education, my health, my literacy, my Internets, my blog). i'm thankful for pavement and i'm thankful i'm not holidaying in mumbai today. i'm thankful obama was elected.

i'm thankful one of my roommates owns the entire mr. show with bob and david dvd set. after work, i will spend this holiday with my future husband.



happy thanksgiving, y'all (look what i drew for you!).

everything sounds stupid to me

okay, it's one thing when i look through my 13-year-old niece's myspace pix and see that she's taken 16 hardly-differing self-portraits while wearing white ipod earbuds.

it's totally different when i'm stalking people on facebook and trollin' craigslist personal ads and see my peers taking the same stupid photos. i guess that's what i get for having a sucky social life. i could be out at a bar looking at groups of people ignoring their companions while they txt other friends.

ugh.


i bought jeff this jewish cookie tonight. i hope he doesn't read this garbage before he comes to work or the surprise will be ruined.


i also hope he lets me help color it.

thriller synch

(update: look at what this post did to my evening. i applied for a job before this all started, so i guess tonight wasn't a complete wash.)

the topic of today's post is everyone's favorite child-touchin' pop star: jacko.

last night i was sitting at the local watering hole with a friend, discussing lots of things. capital punishment and child molesters came up. blah blah blah i used michael jackson as an example to express my feelings on the need for molesters to live in leper colonies or something, and not be put behind bars.

shortly after our conversation veered off on another tangent (meditation, the reality (or not) of bisexuality, internet courtships or maybe cheese), a song from Thriller came on the jukebox. and then another. it was beautiful.

tonight, after a boredom-inspired walk through edgewater, i decided to see what the bbc had to tell me about the world. voila. i don't really follow michael jackson news these days. if i did, maybe this wouldn't be so synchronous.

but that's the thing about synchronicity: one man's coincidence is another lady's shining glory and reason for not cutting. another reason not to cut: i must live to hear jacko collabo with a sheik.

and since we're talking about child molesters, who doesn't love this guy?



and the ultimate, since it is boot weather, after all:

blogger makes hyperlinks (and italics) hypersimple

friends don't let friends drink and blog. still, shawna lee does it all the time and i've just returned from my neighborhood bar and am blogging.

but this is important!!!

today kind of sucked, but after a few drinks with a favorite friend i haven't been able to connect with this week, i feel uplifted and lifted up.

check this synchronicity:

ok, remember cat scratch fever frenzy? well, i'm recovering and i think i'm going to be okay:


see? you can't even see the scratch that was so visible way back when (i'm kind of sad that i'm not going to have a vicious scar to show my probably-will-never-be-existant grandkids)!! you can, however, see my bad skin. that hasn't changed.

anyway ... i just got home and i need one quick internets fix before retiring before opening the shop so i checked to see if a certain friend noticed my mention of a really important dream.

he didn't blog about it, but he hasn't blogged in over a month so i can't gauge his notice of my blog on his blog. BLOG.

anyway, i clicked -- for the first time ever -- a link in his blogroll to find THIS.

i guess life is worth living. as long as i have synchronicity, i can't resort to nihilism. sorry, nate.

r.i.p. clarece

oh man, in the midst of all my synchronous glory, i forgot to write an obituary for a dear old friend.

i got a phone call today alerting me to the passing to the next plane of my former fish. before i moved to chicago, i left lil' clarece in the capable hands of my 'other' family so she could could live next door (tank?) to bubbly jack.

natey wanted his mommy to call me to let me know that she died. i can't remember if it happened today or yesterday, but it sure happened.

she lived a good life. we think she made it to 6 months.

she was a spunky gal who really loved attention. i know she's still watching over me.

post script:

after searching for the above link to an old blog post (on the old blog, of all places!), i see that maybe clarece will be better off in fishy afterlife. i guess her life was boring. oops. but i'm sure life with the lenzes was more thrilling than life with a brisby.

return of the synch

things have been so synchronous lately. this is a magical time for me.

yesterday i accidentally took a nap after work. i wanted to get daytime drunk with my unemployed friend but his tires were slashed (along with tires of every car on his block), so he was t.c.o.b. (don't worry, we got nighttime drunk. this drunkenness included synchronicities, you'll see.)

during my accidental dream, i dreamt of a dear friend. in the dream, he was at my cafe and i saw him and he started coughing and the coughing led to puking. i said, 'bob, do you need me to get you a mop?' and he nodded.

i txted him after my nap to tell him about the dream. his response? 'wow. i actually don't feel well. both physically and mentally. for realz.'

bobby and i are soul mates.

the drunken synchronicities are a little hazier, but one of them was that we were talking about 'in living color,' a damon wayans character in particular. not 30 minutes later, the tv at the bar started playing a movie with him in it. there was something else, too. but a glass of this and one of this and a taste of this makes it hard to recall.

today i came thisclose to learning the secrets of time travel. sigh. maybe next time.

brother jeff loves nickleback

while getting lost in my mirror reflection at the gym today, imagining myself as the star of a gwen stefani-themed workout video (kitchen synch is committed to transparency, as embarassing as it may be), i suddenly remembered something from my epic dream of last night:

i saw a dude walking down the street in a red t-shirt that said 'KITCHEN SYNCH.' i think i tried to buy it off him, but in the end, i don't think i ended up getting it. jerk.

also in the dream, there was a dog that disguised himself in a contraption that looked sort of like this:


it wasn't as turtley as the drawing looks. the term 'dome' was used a lot when my dream-companions and i were talking about it. i don't really remember why he had to disguise himself, but we were all impressed with the canine's ingenuity.

the cat that gave me cat scratch fever was also in the dream. i was communicating telepathically with the animals.

i guess dream accounts aren't the same as synchronicity, eh? i'm sorry that sometimes i stray from the matter at hand.

tang and marshmallow diet to commence this week

i may or may not have complained to you recently about my creativity constipation.

i have all this pent up energy that can't be expended with my daily espresso slinging/running/showering/el ride to the downtown library.

when i sit down to write, nothing worthwhile comes out (the internets are laden with proof of this).

i tried to start embroidering 'cute' stuff onto my clothes again the other night after my roommate gave me a creativity pep talk, but was distracted by dvd-watching.

we were supposed to jam today but it's kind of cold for garage rockin' and i had a busy morning anyway.

someone inspire me, plz!

in the meantime, i'm going to try jeff fox's idea of a tang and marshmallow diet. it'll occupy my mind and tongue for a short while. maybe the lack of nutrients will send me into some weird sort of trance and i'll figure something out.

another weird flashback

here's another weird childhood flashback i had. this one was sparked by a girl i saw on the train platform:

my fifth grade teacher used to call a girl in our class 'marblemouth' because she mumbled. wtf?

also, look what teeny the kitten did to my neck today:


i hope i don't get cat scratch fever.

wherefore art thou synchronicity?

today was a totally unsynchronous day. nothing felt right.

i woke up too early, accomplished too much and was too bored during daylight.

i read some stupid mystical mumbo-jumbo bullshit that i eat up like chocolate from heaven to forget about my feelings. actually, to transmute my feelings.

JK -- my ings feel great! i was just so bored today.

so i bought new earrings.


and these books.

how are you preparing for the next plane?

(update: look at this bad karma i just realized. IDIOT *hits self in head with 'man's unconquerable mind'*)

LOL at the expense of others

i got an e-mail from a new paltz friend, regarding one of my least favorite professors.

the woman that 'taught' my journalism I class (it's a wonder i stuck with the major, really) was recently on a WE program about women who were stalkers. she was a stalker in grad school.

fast forward to about 4 minutes into this video and you'll see her.



i understand that she has moved on from this time in her life and probably found it therapeutic to speak out and possibly help others who are in the same situation. but, geez, do you really need to give your students any more ammo to dislike you?

day off: success

even though i had planned on rising from the tomb around 9/9:30 this morning, i didn't officially wake up until nearly noon. 11:11 a.m., to be exact. i wanted to make a wish but i was way too groggy. i probably wished for 'something awesome' to happen today.

a minor synchronicity: two regular customers have initiated conversations with me in the past few days about rudeness and lack of manners. i've blogged about it, too, come to think of it. today brother jeff and i had this convo.

oh! and i realized that i woke up at 11:11 on 11/11! i'm so mystical!

aside from that, i worked my body at the gym i just became a member of (all the equipment is pre-Y2K, but for $20/month, i can't ask for much more), and took out so many books from the library.

also, while getting coffees and talking to friend jeff at the cafe pre-library, i tried to help the david cross doppelganger print a script. he really is an actor! i knew it!

you are not my typewriter

my mind is totally blown right now.

i've been using pandora a lot lately (which is synchronous with jeff fox because one day about 3 weeks into my pandora binge, he said that he's been using it. i suspect we're both influenced by a coworker, but maybe not.). i just got home and restarted my previous firefox session so my pandora turned on right away.

flashback to when i was waiting on the El platform, listening to wilco's yankee hotel foxtrot, an album i haven't listened to in a while.

okay, now flash forward to right now. the song 'war on war' was still playing in my head. the pandora station i was listening to was 'pavement radio.' i've never heard wilco on 'pavement radio.' never. the first song that started playing when the internet loaded up was 'war on war.'

whoa! right? usually the first song on stations are by the band the station is named after.

big brother is listening.

just be yourself

i was discussing my amazement at the abundance of wig and beauty supply stores in my neighborhood last night. my co-coversationalist said he couldn't tell when people were wearing wigs. i said, 'oh, you can tell!'

after leaving the restaurant where the wig conversation was had, we passed two cheeky young ladies wearing wigs, one of them holding onto hers so it wouldn't blow off her head.

then we went to a bar where the proprietor -- a lady that wears lots of cute hats, but i've never seen her in faux hair -- was wearing a fancy curly grey rug atop her cute little head. there were at least two more wigs in the room.

wiggin' out from synchronicity!

whaaat?

obama's not into spirits?!

retro hairstylin'

i just had the awesomest/weirdest/slightly shameful flashback.

i was doing this thing i do when i take my hair out of the towel after showering and i remembered something really wacky i did when i was maybe 9 or 10. i think mom got mad at me for it or something because there was definitely a guilty/embarrassed aspect to the memory.

this incident i speak of involves me 'inventing' a new way to dry my hair. it looks something like this, but for 20 minutes or something crazy like that:

i only do it for about 20 seconds now, just to get the curls separated. then i let them roam free.

but back in 1995ish, i thought it would be really cool to just headbang to dry my hair. so i did it. i don't remember why mom got mad at me, though. maybe i puked or passed out once my hair was dry. i also remember talking to myself about it and i'm pretty sure i was talking to myself out loud. maybe i had a lapse in sanity or something. despite my numerous siblings, i was lonely sometimes as a child.

i don't know, but that flashback was really intense. i had to share it with my doting fans.

belated halloween synch

i spent halloween night in normal clothes with friends who were also in normal clothes. we ate bean dip and mini burgers and we drank a wide variety of boozes. the bucket of glowing margaritas was probably overkill.

we watched youtube on a fancy hi-def flatscreen tv because troy is rich and he has so many apple gadgets. videos watched included the 'bu (not that great), rowlf watches 2 girls 1 cup, and lots of old rap videos, lil wayne included.

and what do i spy on one of my new favorite sites today? an homage to lil wayne.

obama rally synchronicity (updated)

** update: here's a link to the tale of an anxious girl in a sea of 250,000 friends **

i'm going to blog about my obama rally experience on stop that rocking after i nap today, but first i'd like to share some synchronicities.

jeff texted me something about a synchronicity. i think i sent him a picture and he received it right as CNN cut to grant park? something like that.

also, two days ago i read a really great graphic novella about asians in love with caucasians.


at the rally i saw some really studly asian photogs. i tried to take a photo to send to a friend but i only had my camera phone, which you'll learn from my future STR post does not take the best long distance shots. i'm going to fall in love with an asian soon. or he will with me.

anyway, that's about it.

and i'd like to add that for the first time in my socially/politically aware life, i am incredibly proud of my country (except for the idiots responsible for passing prop 8 in california).

i need a new job, part 2

a customer who never tips just pointed out my bad skin to me.

thanks, whore.

oops, i blogged my pants

remember i told you before that i was going to start blogging for a chicago-based site?

well, it's all happening. CLICK HERE.

i had a really powerful day. if i had a livejournal, i'd totally write about it there. instead i'm just going to write about it in microsoft word and probably never reread it. i hope y'all are ready for my power, though. i'm gonna unleash it.

i also got an e-mail confirming that i'll be able to go to the grant park pawty on election night.

oh! and i invented an election day latte! I'M FULL OF POSITIVITY TODAY.

how'd that happen?

** update: OMG. look what i realized weeks after posting this. **

i was at an apartment with a cute cat last night. when i felt awkward for not being in any of the three or four conversations happening around me, i played with the cat. i tried snapping some photos of him, but he was being shy.

when i got home, i checked to see if i saved any. i didn't.

but i found this, apparently taken during my drunken stumble home from a costume-free halloween boozefest: