Compare these two news stories.
2003-09-18 2:05 p.m.
Story one: "Over the summer the weight kept sliding away. Renzi is about 5 feet 7 inches tall and should weigh between 130 and 135, said her mother, Debbie Renzi. At her lowest, Kristen dropped to 110 pounds. She wore loose clothing, oversized T-shirts. But it was apparent that something was drastically wrong, Kristen Renzi said. 'My hair would fall out. I stopped menstruating.'''
Story two: "The Bolshoi Theater has fired one of Russia's best-known ballerinas for being ... well, too Bolshoi. The theater's management alleged that it couldn't find partners for Anastasia Volochkova after male dancers complained she was too tall and fat to lift. According to the Russian media reports, Volochkova is 5 feet 7 and weighs 106 pounds. She told The New York Times she weighs 109, and a reporter for the newspaper measured her height as 5 feet 6."
How completely screwed up is that? And what kind of whimpy ass ballet dudes are they hiring that can throw around a 106-109 pound waif? No wonder we have body image issues.
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2003-09-18 12:31 p.m.
I've switched from listening to pop music to the local 80s station. They're playing a lot of Journey this morning, it's reminding me of junior high. Junior high was confusing and tortuous. I think that's why I didn't date a lot in high school. If getting dumped by a guy you just held hands with and kissed twice was enough to make you consider suicide, I couldn't fanthom actually getting dumped by someone you did anything more with.
I stayed away from guys and was always amused at those who chose to pursue me. Mostly upper classmen in the middle of their food chain who thought they could score with a younger girl. Didn't get seriously involved until I was 19. Then it was one short lived "relationship" to another. Now I'm apprantly into the "serial monogamy" thing. You know, those longer relationships that you hope will turn out to be a happily ever after story. Hmmm. I suppose next stop is just finding a sperm donor with an impressive genetic background before my eggs dry up completely.
All this because of a freaking Journey song. "Faithfully" was Corey's and my song in the eight grade. We held hands, I was entralled with his touch, his scent and the fact that he liked me. Really really liked me. Then he dumped me for Michelle who he had a tumultuous off again and on again "thing" with for many years. I always felt like she pressured him into dumping me. Using their past as an excuse. I felt betrayed and hurt by both of them. Everytime I heard "Open Arms" (their song) I got the horrible feeling that I was going to end up alone in life and I was never meant to be loved. It's amazing how a song can move you back in time 22 years and bubble up those emotions. I feel like I'm thirteen years old again.
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2003-09-17 2:33 p.m.
There's shaved ice all over the elevator lobby. It looks like someone beat up a snowman.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraChakras, escapism and sleep.
2003-09-17 10:49 a.m.
I went to get some acupuncture done yesterday afternoon. We decided to do a full body cleansing as I've been sponging up other people's emotions and problems lately. (Hence the stress attacks requiring the magic yellow pills) It was a face down treatment and she put needles into my back. When she saw my tattoo she tsk tsk'd me and said "That's an awfully powerful symbol to have tattooed directly onto your heart chakra!" I guess it is. I didn't really think about it at the time. We cleaned out the bad chi and got my good chi flowing. Then did a little energy work and got my aura all bright and shiny. It must have done some good, I went and visited the retired nurses this morning to get my blood pressure checked and it was nice and low (118/74).
I've been forgoing NPR this week as the news has been getting me down along with the rain. I think I'll spend some time away from the real world. Instead of NPR I've been listening to a local radio station of vapid pop music. If I hear that Send Me an Angel song again I will start randomly strangling my coworkers. Winter always makes me want to read books and write books. Sexy werewolf novel is coming along nicely although the sex scene is a bit awkward. After some more rewrites I'll offer to e-mail it to anyone who wants to critique/laugh hysterically/read/offer advice.
This sleep personality study posted on CNN.com doesn't quite explain me. I've been sleeping on my left side with my legs straight (not fetal position.) In fact I've been waking up in pain as I keep sleeping on my left arm and cutting off the blood flow. The pins and needles feeling usually wakes me up half way through the night. I try to sleep on my right side but it doesn't feel quite right. Simon sleeps on his back with his arms thrown over his head. What position do you sleep in?
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2003-09-17 9:28 a.m.
Craptastic.
2003-09-16 10:29 a.m.
What a craptacular morning. It was hard getting out of bed this morning because Simon was up all night. When he wasn't going out the back door to smoke, he was in the kitchen raiding the fridge and turning lights on a off. Then about three in the morning the cats throught it would be fun to start a cat fight. On the bed. On top of me. So I've had absolutely no sleep. The Hawthorne bridge was up making me half an hour late for work. Once I got in, I stumbled down to the company's espresso bar and blearily asked the barista for a coffee with a shot added. The guy from the IT department standing in line next to me asked "A shot of what?" I looked him dead in the eye and said "Vodka." I think he believed me.
Acting class last night was fun. We did silly team building stuff like blindfolding "Lassie" and playing Timmie stuck in the well and giving blind lassie directions around a bunch of obstacles. Lassie died a lot last night. Then we did some chanting (not a cult, really) and lifted people up to the ceiling. Then was the stinky sock game. It was lots of fun and I laughed a lot. I guess the team building thing worked because I'm starting to figure out everyone's personality and how they work together. Fun stuff. I'm looking forward to next week.
Damn it. I missed the Shrewsbury Renaissance faire. They do actual jousting on horses with armor (on the men not the horses). I thought it was this weekend.
I get to leave work early today to get needles poked in me and my chakras realigned at Groundspring.
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2003-09-15 2:11 p.m.
Now I give you the previous entry Scrambled:
Frdiay was snpet fngiihtg off a hdhecaae and gitnteg smoe flies dnoe on the ccouh wlihe old eieposds of "Law and Oderr" plaeyd on Tvio in the boukagncrd. The ctas lkie it wehn I wrok form hmoe. Tehy thnik it's cool to lay on top of my lap and pcik teihr teteh wtih the crreons of the feils. Yep, any flies I tkae hmoe wtih me end up gtentig cat sipt on tehm.
Straaduy we wnet to viist smoe firedns and pay-per-viweed (is taht a vreb?) the DeHoyLaa vs. Mseoly fhgit. DoyHeaLa was rbboed! And I'm not jsut saynig taht bsaecue he's hot and I wnat to hvae his bbay. Snmeooe msut hvae piad off the jdegus, or tehy wree dunrk, or waithcng ahteonr fihgt or too old to see vrey good. Wehtaevr it was, DLyeHoaa won taht fgiht!
On Saundy Soimn and I wree dinvirg hmoe form the fbaric srote lsat ngiht and saw a buempr scteikr taht siad "Tnahk god yuor mehotr was pro-lfie." It set my tteeh to gdrining and I rtaeeped oevr and oevr the mnarta: "I spouprt eeoynrve's rihgt to fere scepeh I spuoprt evnyoere's rgiht to fere sceeph." Tehn we saw a big bule van taht had a bmepur sekticr taht siad "Svae a blul, rdie a cgorwil." We lhueagd a lot coludn't fiugre out if a guy or gril who put it on the van. Tehn we decdied taht it'd be idlcinrbey fnuny if btoh bepmur sekcirts wree on the smae car. Heh.
1 People have tried to sell me ViagraWeekend wrap up.
2003-09-15 11:58 a.m.
Friday was spent fighting off a headache and getting some files done on the couch while old episodes of "Law and Order" played on Tivo in the background. The cats like it when I work from home. They think it's cool to lay on top of my lap and pick their teeth with the corners of the files. Yep, any files I take home with me end up getting cat spit on them.
Saturday we went to visit some friends and pay-per-viewed (is that a verb?) the DeLaHoya vs. Mosley fight. DeLaHoya was robbed! And I'm not just saying that because he's hot and I want to have his baby. Someone must have paid off the judges, or they were drunk, or watching another fight or too old to see very good. Whatever it was, DeLaHoya won that fight!
On Sunday Simon and I were driving home from the fabric store last night and saw a bumper sticker that said "Thank god your mother was pro-life." It set my teeth to grinding and I repeated over and over the mantra: "I support everyone's right to free speech I support everyone's right to free speech." Then we saw a big blue van that had a bumper sticker that said "Save a bull, ride a cowgirl." We laughed a lot couldn't figure out if a guy or girl who put it on the van. Then we decided that it'd be incredibly funny if both bumper stickers were on the same car. Heh.
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