January 2010
22 posts
Today
I gave my two week’s notice, and thus will be a free woman by the 18thish. (“free woman” also read as “bum”)
And then the Summer of Natalie will commence, and the purpose of this blog will be realized.
Get excited!
Also, call/e-mail me if you wish to house me on some portion of my quest, or if you’d just like me to drop by your corner of the country.
December 2009
27 posts
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It freaks me out...
when my Horoscope is 100% correct. (This happens ALL the time)
It’s supposed to be a vague joke, not a specific and eerily valid statement, dammit!!! If you’re going to be that accurate, just go ahead and throw in my full name and drivers license number.
iGoogle, man. Those kids are overachievers.
I am...
actively ignoring you because you’re ignoring me. All of this in the hopes that, eventually, you’ll grow sick of the silence and won’t ignore me anymore. Of course, this will ultimately fail because you will not grow sick of it, but instead forget about me entirely. Thus, no progress will ever be made and, finally, I’ll move on and be free of you [forever and ever].
Good...
Lazy Sundays are Exhausting
A half hour ago, the following occurs:
I take off my headphones, pause Labyrinth, and wander down the hall to the bathroom. My socks slide silently across the hardwood floor, I cinch my robe a bit tighter, stretch and yawn like a kitten in a sunspot. Life is generally excellent.
But then it happens: I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
As I stand there, I begin to wonder how long...
I love...
to read, but I think it’s turning me into an antisocial hermit.
So I’m sorry if I missed my chance to see you for the last time, but I was really worried about the well-being of that Pi guy and his tiger.
Come visit me at work where I’m less busy.
Today
is the Mainstreet Singers Alumni Concert, along with afterfun and a few hours of rehearsal. I need to go buy a black binder, and put tabs on my music.
What I didn’t realize until now is: wow, I’ve missed this.
I hate...
Secret Santa. Worst idea ever!
I mean, I have no idea what to buy a 40 year old Mexican mother of 3/Le Bou Manager. Do you?
As for my gift, I’m just praying for a gift card. (Sephora, please!)
Or a ‘66 Mustang. You know, whichever.
Skiing?
Awesome. Four years on the bench and I can still bomb diamonds like it’s nobody’s business. My appetite is whetted.
Next up: buying skis and boots to call my own.
On the shelf...
I’m currently devouring this book entitled Curious Minds: How A Child Becomes A Scientist, which I totally recommend flipping through.
There’s a particularly engaging section that I’d like to give you a taste of, written by Steven Pinker, experimental psychologist/professor at Harvard University.
“In most cases, people reach adolescence with no clear idea that they want...
I feel...
really weird. Tomorrow should be better.
I just need to stop worrying myself into a coma. Literally, man: it’s tiring.
Just take a deep breath. Okay? Okay…. CALM DOWN, I mean it!
“I think snowflakes wait
for you to come out, so they
can float to your tongue.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
There are...
lots of middle-aged Mexican men roaming around my house right now, and all I really want to do is wear a giant T-shirt and watch Master & Commander in my livingroom.
AKA. My day off from work is ruined, since that’s pretty much what the average workday feels like.
Damn electric company, forcing me to wear pants. Call my boss and tell him I deserve overtime for this shit.
Brrrr...
I’m about to embark on a fantastic mission to the Sharks game in San Jose this evening, and I’m completely stoked. But getting dressed seemed to pose a tiny problem, given the fact that it is currently way too cold outside for life to go on.
Fact: I’m spoiled. I mean, I live in California, what do you expect? I live for shorts and tank tops! I’d even be happy to wear my...
I am...
totally and completely happy right now.
Done with Foothill, GPA locked and loaded, acceptance letter from UCSD on the way, 8 months of glorious “me-time” on deck…
Also, my sister and I had a celebratory In ‘n Out run, and my new bff Kyle God of Snackdom gave us extra fries fo’ freeezies! Now I’m off to finally watch The Fountain (I think Wolverine is a...
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I love...
Making new friends out of old aquaintences.
The fact that I only have 3 days left of sophomore year, and therefore Foothill (forever!).
Conversations so pleasant that time seems to warp when they’re occurring. And/or I don’t realize how much time has gone by until someone calls me and says “where the heck are you, Natalie? You were supposed to be here three hours ago!”
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