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[Nov. 10th, 2009|11:20 pm] |
Oh, right, I have a livejournal. Cool.
I just got home from working a little something the society decided to call "A Night in the Museum". Basically we spent the entire night sucking up to board members, hoping they'll give us money, hustling them around and being witty and charming and not-pathetic. That last part is really hard for me if you've ever met me in person. But aside from all that it was pretty fun. And by fun, I mean us non-volunteer tour guides were given permission to sneak into the lounge after closing and drink the booze in the fridge.
aaaaaaah, museums. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2009|09:53 pm] |
ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I can't afford you, Medieval and Renaissance History book!
I need to take inventory of my food and art items.
one day I'll post sketches. I've been a good art school kid lately. |
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[Sep. 30th, 2009|11:12 am] |
My brain hurts. Why have I not updated? God, it's been so long.
I think the last post I wanted to do was about Ted Kennedy's death. Because I just logged on and apparently all I had written last time was "Teddy". I just lip wibbled a bit.
okay, school and work and home. It's all still....going. Not much to say yet. Rather, don't have any real time to update because I need coffee and only have like ten minutes left on my break. so ciao, until later, I promise. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2009|10:09 am] |
Auntie "Preggo" Lisa had a conversation with myself and Tova about baby names. She has a name if it's a girl picked out, but she's not settled on a boy's name. The woman likes her Arthurian legends, but has said you kind of need an Arthur in the family to get away with naming a boy that. Then we said Lance. Gawain. MERLIN.
Finally Uther Pendragon came up and that was it. This kid is going to be fucking UTHER.
Just kidding y'all, but Uther is by far the best suggestion.
So, yeah. Life. woo. |
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| dude, my brains is rattlin' |
[Aug. 7th, 2009|12:41 pm] |
I am officially a lobster. I even burnt the part in my hair. I just took a shower to get that beachy-sandy-salty feeling off myself and even though the water was cool I was yelping. Skin cancer here I come.
I guess all that time during my childhood spent in Salisbury at the private beachy area sheltered me from the fact that Hampton/Salisbury is the French Canadian summer vacation hotspot. Oh my GOD, so many freakin' Canucks. A little kid named Lucien kept nearly losing his bathing suit in front of us. And then at Browns, the BYOB seafood place, all the kids working at the steamers and fried food areas had that distinct memere-like accent. I thought I stepped off the commuter rail and ended back up in Montreal for a minute there. Yeesh.
I only have a few points about the past two days.
1. Meme cheats at Uno. Wicked bad.
2. Newburyport is really very beautiful.
3. Being pregnant makes your ass hurt. Apparently.
4. I might be taking child birth classes with Auntie Lisa. Oh hell yeah.
5. I am an idiot who needs a constant supply of sunscreen applied to my body. I am very white. VERY white. |
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| I wish that everyone I knew hadn't sold out to the man |
[Aug. 5th, 2009|11:02 am] |
Well! My laptop has finally died a fiery death. And by fiery, I mean the thing won't charge anymore. I've got a couple of hours left on the thing, but I'm saving them for a day when I actually want to deal with saving my files.
The Old Steak House is slowly killing everyone who works there. People are jumping ship like crazy. Lex and Mr. Smith will be gone soon, off to bigger and better things (hopefully), and our site director the Rainmaker is off to Finland to study urban history. Yeah, I don't know either. Historians are a strange breed.
The building is also kinda sorta falling apart. I'm keeping this entry locked in case I'm spilling something that's ubersensitive or top secret - but holy fuck, we're leaking from all sides! We've had to remove the Fitz Henry Lane painting from the Council Chamber (million dollar painting, yo) because of water damage on the back of it. Plaster is bubbling and falling off, and our ceilings are dripping, and the humidity reaches 80% some days in the upstairs chambers. So yeah. The 18th century bricks are going to collapse on us all and I will be entombed there. And that will come as a surprise to no one, considering how much of the past 4 years of my life I've spent working in that place.
Love-hate relationship with that building. I love the Old State House, I honestly do. I'm kind of emotionally connected to the site now. Poor old thing, I hope it lasts.
I might end up going to Hampton Beach tomorrow, which'll be interesting considering the last time I went up there for a beach trip was....2000? No, no. It was 1998, the year of my mum and dad's divorce. That was the last time we had the beach house. So yes. I will be with Auntie Lisa and Memere and we will walk the beach and I will pick up sea glass, and all will be momentarily calm and lovely. And Auntie Alene will be all crazy with her French self, but that's fine since she's a hot ticket and kinda funny anyway.
I think that's about it. |
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| put some money on the horses |
[Jul. 18th, 2009|10:43 pm] |
I've had an eventful week. And by eventful, I mean so very busy that I'd just like a day off to sit around and do absolutely nothing. Thursday I was at work and then Institute of Contemporary Art, then Friday I went to work and then gave a four hour tour around the city, and then today I went to Methuen to see my family. And tomorrow I work again.
On Friday a girl totally fainted during my tour. She just dropped to the ground outside of the athenaeum while I was telling the story of James Allen, dastardly highwayman and author. I built up the story, built up the story, and just at the point that I was telling my group that his autobiography was bound in his own skin and given to the athenaeum, she fucking dropped. Turns out she was just dehydrated, but I told her later that I couldn't have paid her to faint at a more dramatic time. It was awesome.
Wendy and I talked about my zombie bite today. I have eczema, which is really grand. Dyshidrotic eczema, or "housewife's eczema", to be more specific...which I wouldn't google image search, if I were you. It's icky. But housewife's eczema makes me laugh. I have the skin disease, now I just need the husband. But anyway, it sucks, let me tell you. If it gets any worse I may have to start carrying my own soap with me. Hopefully the steroids will start working and my skin won't end up being scaly and gross and...alright, this depresses me way to much to keep going on about it.
So. It's nasty outside. And I have to work tomorrow. Hooray. |
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| potential adventures |
[Jul. 14th, 2009|10:53 am] |
Things I want to do this summer:
Visit the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem (Dutch seascapes!)
See the Mexican Muralists prints exhibit at the MFA
Become a master at this tour-giving business
Bring my sketchbook to places and just sketch
Start plans for building things
Find clever ways to keep this long distance relationship fresh and exciting
and now I'm going to work. yey. |
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| haven't used this icon in a while. meh. |
[Jul. 12th, 2009|11:26 pm] |
The tour went well! I'm going to be giving another this Friday, and if all goes according to plan, maybe I'll keep giving free guided tours to the nice people over at Boston International Hostel.
We were in Granary Burial Ground and we ran into a tour run by one of those costumed guides of the freedom trail. Well, there I was giving a tour for free, while these people charge at least ten bucks a person. So I told them all to pretend that they were my friends and play it cool. We walked by that colonial lady and her entourage and she neeeeever suspected a thing.
Also, please check out the bad engrish on this site. It's for a vibrator in the shape of a caterpillar. I laughed. Oh god, how I laughed.
http://www.cutiegadget.com/baby-bug-caterpillar-vibrator/ |
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[Jul. 10th, 2009|01:50 pm] |
Giving a tour of the freedom trail to a group from the Boston International Youth Hostel today. It's exciting. I'm pretty nervous though. I think I might fall over/throw up. Actually, I know I'll be fine, it's just the anticipation.
But yeah, branching out. When I grow up I want to OWN the Boston tourist industry. ...actually, no, no I do not.
gag. |
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| I hate harborfest |
[Jul. 6th, 2009|09:32 am] |
The 4th is over. Over, I tells ye, over!
Every year that crowd outside the OSH for the Declaration of Independence reading gets bigger and bigger. This year it was like three thousand people. And then I mentioned to my coworkers that this is what the crowd would have looked like the night of the Boston Massacre, only wearing less red, white, and blue and throwing more iceballs.
I probably would have fired at those rowdy Bostonians too, fyi.
So now the great Boston tradition, Harborfest, is over and it's just the normal tourists coming into the OSH and being mean, not the 4th of July crowd. There's a difference. I've also started volunteering for the local hostel. I shall be their freedom trail tour. And I know volunteering means "YOU DO NOT GET PAID", but these lovely people are going to give me beer money. Naturally every good freedom trail tours needs to end at a pub.
That's it for now. I hope everyone watched some fireworks and/or lit something on fire in honor of the founding of our country. And to all those not from America....I dunno, I guess we can't be friends anymore.
Also. Keith Lockhart and Craig Ferguson are my new OTP. (they're step dancing.)
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| Michael Jackson blah blah blah |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|03:34 pm] |
Ryan Brodie and I used to dance to Thriller in the Brodie's basement. And then we used to tell my dad that Elvis sucked and Michael Jackson ruled, and he'd pretend to drown us in the pool.
Good times.
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| I am back |
[Jun. 23rd, 2009|05:03 pm] |
Hey all, I'm back from my trip. I've uploaded all my pictures, but it would be one hell of a post if I put them all here. Here's an offering of a select few.
Stories to follow!
( I see London, I see France ) |
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| I've got this nautical themed pashmina afghan |
[Jun. 5th, 2009|02:11 pm] |
I don't really want a nautical themed pashmina afghan. For the record.
I'm basically just waiting for my clothes to finish washing so I can hang them up to dry, and then I might give into the urge to nap. I can always pack later, when I'm a few beers into the night after taking Medra out for her birthday.
I'm washing all my clothes. I'm down to my underpants.
This is some crazy Friday. |
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| Federalist eagles are all the rage |
[May. 6th, 2009|10:40 am] |
These allergies are absolutely killing me. When I finally fall asleep it's like somebody has to electroshock my ass to get me up. Or I have to make promises to myself in order to make myself crawl out of bed. Today it was the promise of coffee and Martha.
Speaking of which.
Did Martha Stewart just call lilacs "lilocks"?
I have holes in my hands, dammit. This nasty zombie bite stuff needs to stop, because I can't deal with gross hands and what I like to call "allergy face". Yeah. I have a face. And it is just not attractive. Actually I just coined "allergy face" right now, but I think I might use it more often.
At least there's not that feeling of dread and despair coming on that usually pops up during the end of the semester. Feeling some hope, maybe? In any case I'm not stressing. Maybe I should. Maybe I should be having a freakout about my life....but I'm not. All will be well.
Time to water the plants. We are going to have basil, strawberries, and sunflowers. Hell yes. |
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| hey hey leejay |
[May. 4th, 2009|10:46 am] |
I have ten minutes to kill before class starts back up...so I think I'll do a post.
scratch that, I'm just going to stare at Tova until she notices me.
damn, that didn't take long.
I am in the midst of doing finals. And by finals, I mean working on a portfolio and pretending to study for exams. I actually pick more stuff up while doodling in class than I do in a review. When I'm studying apparently I talk a lot about nachos.
All figures in Hieronymus Bosch's Death and the Miser want nachos. True Facts.
Maybe someday I'll update my life for real. Stuff is going on, I just never think to type all that junk out. Besides, nobody wants to hear about the drunk messages my mother leaves on my voicemail. At least that's what I'm going to assume.
My life is Northern Renaissance art, Revolutionary Boston, and trying to get acrylic paint out of my clothes. Also nude escapades. |
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| Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash |
[Apr. 28th, 2009|12:04 pm] |
I haven't done a life update in a while. So. um.
I'm currently working on a model ship for my Revolutionary Boston class made out of toy soldiers. It's supposed to be a political statement about the might of the British Navy in the 18th century and how it was built on the backs of the desperately poor. But really it's because I thought it was a good idea at the time and figured I needed to use that glue gun collecting dust in my trunk. Rum, sodomy, and the lash, lads. Sailing effin' sucked.
I'm taking another trip this June, which I am very excited about. I am going to see cathedrals. I am going to be enthusiastic about art (what else is new.) I am going to quell that wanderlust for another few months, possibly until the fall semester. I am also going to have a summer romance, kinda sorta. Big plans, big plans.
I am sneezing my brains out. Suuuuucks.
Okay, I have to go paint masts now. It's been real, folks. |
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| skinhead on the MBTA |
[Apr. 10th, 2009|12:29 pm] |
Some potential cutbacks for the MBTA
Most of these ideas are pretty upsetting. It's not the customers' fault that the MBTA is in debt for millions. Getting rid of weekend commuter rail service altogether is horrendous, as is eliminating weekend service for the E line. Looks like I'll be walking across the fenway if I want to get to campus on the weekend.
ugh, mbta. How I hate you sometimes. |
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