Monday, September 30, 2002
the miseducation of Portia D.
Don't let the witty remarks, ally macbiel like neuroticisms (is that a word?) and Kool-Aid smile fool ya, this girl's got issues just like the rest. Ugh, I have a hard time typing UN-proper English. Correction: this girl has issues, similar to many other females.
Now that we've gotten that out of the way... Seriously though, I got hella sleep this weekend. Went with a good friend to pick out her wedding dress, and actually studied a little. Me-time kicks butt. No need to worry though, I won't be lacking much of that. I was thinking...maybe I'm just too selfish to pursue a long-term association with anyone. Really though, it just freaks me out to see lot's of red flags (warning signs) that a situation has the potential to be high drama (and the bad kind of drama at that!) and full of stress, and anxiety and anguish and tears, but still jump into it. I seriously don't see the logic in that. I don't care how good the head is. Umm...disregard that. I don't care how, "intriguing," and interesting the person may be...great white sharks and poisonous snakes are interesting too, but you don't see me jumping into a pool with them now do ya?
Don’t get me wrong, this is not to say that I expect a relationship/relationship pursuit to be perfect and without stress.... That would be silly and unrealistic. I mean, when you get with someone, growth is supposed to occur...and growth is never comfortable. Imagine gaining 50 lbs. but still trying to squeeze into your old jeans.... That mess would hurt right? See you grew, you have different needs in your jeans. Before you only thought about who else had the same pair of jeans, and how cute the jeans would look on you. Now you ask things like Does the dye run? Will these last a long time? Does the stitching flatter my butt? Are they within my budget? As you grow, your priorities change, and your wardrobe needs to change with those priorities. That doesn't mean that because certain things don't fall into your list of priorities that you don't care about them, you just have to stay focused on your growth and goals. There are hell layers to that whole spiel dude. I don't expect everyone to understand. Could care less really, but I just had to put that out there.
My motive is not to hurt or anger anyone, ever. I'm not trying to be like that chick in sweet November (even though it is one of my favorite movies) and just dance in and out of people's lives. That would be cruel. I couldn’t tolerate someone doing that to me, so I definitely wouldn’t put those types of vibes out there. When I'm open enough to provide an explanation as to why I've, "got to go," that makes you special. Some less important people don't even get goodbye. For the record, I do try to keep my life as UN-soap-operary (another homemade word) as possible. This is so not As the Portia turns or My So Called Life even...though Jordan Cattelano did have it going on.
"So what the hell is your point, Portia?" My point? Don't be afraid to try, but when you only see bad vibes in the future, don't be afraid to say goodbye. If it's truly meant to be, something will happen, and there you'll be again. Otherwise, learn from the situation, embrace the positive vibes, and let them inspire you to pursue your own dream of greatness. Ok, so I know it's kind of Hallmark, but that’s where my heart is today. Saying I'll never go to Miami by way of Tallahassee isn't an easy statement, but the one that makes the most sense for me right now...
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:35 PM
Friday, September 27, 2002
speechless
There's some serious writers block going on. Actually, I'm just too tired to type out a complete thought. This was an interesting week, not as much sleep as I would have liked. But you know, when you're saving the world from misconceptions of your, "issues," you're too busy for sleep. Men's cologne is a wonderful thing. Give me that, some carbs, and 8 hours of sleep and I'll be a happy girl. I seriously have no motivation today. I'm not, "Perky Portia," but then, I'm not, "pissed Portia," either. I'm just here...longing for my bed. Ok, nothing more to say right now, when I get the time, I have some stories...but later.
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:38 AM
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
umm
I'll post a thought later...I promise.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:21 PM
Monday, September 23, 2002
revelation or revolution?
Hee, I love making titles that imply that this will be a thought-provoking post, only to talk about nothing. I feel like stir-fry crap today, but hey, it's Monday! Wait, that's a bad thing. I made a new chicken last night, so at least I accomplished something. "Chicken con Queso. It sucks that every time I try to create a new dish, or a variation to a dish, I have to write everything down as I go, just to make sure the recipe is accurate. It gets annoying, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do to get what you want.
I don't know if I mentioned this before, (for those whose brain transitions slowly, this is a new topic) but I have a new friend that works at Wal-Mart. Why didn't I think of this before? Even if it's only like a 20% discount...its Wally World man. I think I found the bedding set I want, the only problem is that if I buy some 350 thread count sheets and a $100.00 comforter, there will be no scrumping on the queen's throne. Nah man, you have to prioritize. Get your money's worth.
I am completely exhausted, and oh so sick of being that way. I could have sworn I got at least 7 hours of sleep. Grrr. It's the freaking sun. The minute I step outside, it sucks up all of my energy, leaving me dry and lifeless, left to struggle through the day with no fuel, my body running roughly like a car with an empty gas tank...
I know, a little dramatic, but I want to sleep. I would go straight home from work and not go to class, but unfortunately I have that, "be responsible," thing going on...ugh.
So, let's see, what drama is there in my life right now? Interestingly enough, not much. I have some bridges that just won't burn, but that's the norm. And yet other bridges that apparently need to be burnt using industrial size products, since apparently my little 7-eleven lighter doesn't seem to be working. Whoa...I fell asleep staring at the screen...these braids come in handy!
Ok, came back to finish. I usually try to avoid posting on interesting exchanges so soon after they occur, but hey, who says I'm consistent? Ok I won't. Keeping in mind that what I'm about to say is completely un-related to my last sentence, I have an analogy for you:
Ok, so say you've decided that you have a tooth that needs to be pulled, but you know it isn't going to be comfortable, so you set to making plans to get the tooth pulled with as little pain to your gums (anbesol, timing of your appointment, etc.) And then one day before you actually go in to the dentist to get your tooth pulled you're cruising along on your skateboard (do people still skateboard?) and you roll over a pebble and flip and fall...and Oh My! That darn tooth came out! Yeah, it might not have been exactly on your terms, and you didn't get to have as much control of the pulling as you had anticipated...but hey, you wanted it out, and it's out!
What's the point you ask? Umm...good question. But basically that though you can't have control over how and when things happen...they will happen. So don't stress out over it, don't sweat the incidents involving dispensable peo...stuff. Oh! And communication is very important. If you have to get a tooth pulled that seems perfectly clean and without cavities, (though sometimes you don't see the cavities until the X-ray!) don't be afraid to explain to the dentist why you want it removed, so they don't think you're some type of crazy hypochondriac. There's always a method to your madness. If the tooth had ears/feelings they might be offended, but hey, this is about you and your gums, not the pesky tooth!
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:13 AM
Saturday, September 21, 2002
chillin'
It's been a while since I've been able to just sit at home and enjoy my apartment. Maybe not that long, but after this week it feels like it's been months. So today, after I ran some hellafied traumatic errands, I just wantd to come home and chill. Which I pretty much did. But why do I feel bad about it? not bad, but it wasn't a peaceful chillin in peace because I've almost been made to feel like I have to be held accountable for my chillin. Yes, sometimes I can be a distant, antisocial icequeen, but dude, everyone just wants to have some, "me," time, every so often, and shouldn't have to feel guilty. I was supposed to go to my girl's Tvol party, but my mom bamboozled me into partaking in some shopping, she knows the grocery store is my weakness. I amost broke down and bought some Emeril's "essence," but decided to put it off. While sitting there having this deep internal debate in the spice aisle, the clock kept ticking, and eventually it was like 4:30. So Kates (can I say that???), if you're reading, sorry I didn't make it, I'll have my, "people," call you and set up some make-up chill time, since it's been since like 1981 since we hung out. Hope you had lots of inebriated fun for me...
Umm, what else was I going to say??? Oh, my dog has completely lost her mind, and decided to partake in the taking of a crap under my bed. I had to take her to my mom's house to avoid having the ASPCA called on me for keeping her locked up all night. I really should stop taking it personally when she has an, "accident," dang dog cost too much to make, "mistakes." Umm, not that it came out of my pocket, so I guess I shouldn't use that rationale`. But umm...I guess I'll go watch HBO now. Night.
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:22 PM
Friday, September 20, 2002
grr
ok, so while I get this archive carp figured out, there will be no access to my old crap...well there's a link to the list of archives, but that's ugly, and not how I wanted it...thank you for your patience.
So how's my day going? Umm...it's going. Been testing out the waters on those, "commitment issues," see how deep I can go before I drown. Whoa...quadruple meaning. Seriously though, I'm just working, studying, and hoping for a chance to sleep in between. I seriously need to do my dishes. Why oh why don't I have a dishwaser?? Speaking of apartment crap, I'm glad I only got a 7 month lease!
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:58 PM
Thursday, September 19, 2002
dude, I've been having hella drama with my page...you might notice some eensie weensie changes...or if you were unlucky, you came up in here when I had some lime green ish going on...glad it's working again, but of course everything I wanted to say has escaped me!
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:37 PM
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
where in the world are all of my archives??? Grrr...
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:21 PM
java city
Dude, I'm drunk. Ok, I'm not, but I consumed a frothy chocolatey coffee-based substance that contained 5 shots of espresso, and a piece of red bull cake. So umm. Attention span. Must focus. I feel so fluffy and dizzy and jitted umm I mean jittery. Inhale...exhale...this is fun. Not to mention the cornizzle lizzle that my classmates forced upon me in our, "study session," at 11 am this morning. What a day. I need a hug. But as I always say, "not with a side of penis." I'm feeling quite affectionate this week...I wonder why. Wait, no I don't. It's that darn girl thing sneaking up on me, making me have feelings and what not. What was I saying? Oh yeah, garlic. Wait, no. When does SATC (Sex and the City) and Def Poetry, and the buried under (is it 6 feet under?) come on? Yes, I could just, "check my local listings." But that's not going to cut it. That means I have to buy a t.v. Guide, or try to skin the small print in the store, or watch the preview channel within 2 hours of when I think it's coming on. But yeah, I'm on the coast, in Tampa, look it up and email me someone...please. Thanks. Ok, I can't waste my espresso high in front of my computer...I think I'll leave work a few minutes early and umm.go buy a coffee grinder or something. I'm adickted. Addicted. A dick. Tom, Dick, and Harry. Dick Tracy. Moby Dick. What name is it again that has the, "dick<' nickname? Dominic? Bob? William? Not knowing is killing me. Or not, but hey, overdramatization is good for your soul on Tuesdays. Ciao.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:17 PM
Monday, September 16, 2002
inventory
So today I was thinking about...what else...me. And I started to do an emotional inventory. You know what I realized? How long it's been since I was truly in love/infatuated with someone. Yeah there's lot's of lust, but all that warm fuzzy stuff...I don't know if I have it anymore. If I do...it's being quite turtle-ish. It'll act like it's going to appear, then at the first sign of danger, (in this case, drama, the requirement for extra effort) it hides again. I just haven't encountered anyone that I'm willing to put forth the effort with. And that sucks. Maybe I don't put enough focus on people's positive traits. Hmmm. But yeah, not that I necessarily want someone to come along that I could love...life has so few dramas when you're not in love. Yeah, it has its pros, but that mess is scary. I guess I'm just too emotionally aware. Maybe if I could be oblivious to the, "red flags," in a situation...but I'm not, so I burn bridges. With a quickness. Ask some of the great guys I no longer speak to...I just can't put in the, "work," it requires to build a relationship...at least not right now. But then, I'm over my shallow meaningless lustin' it up with manwhores phase as well. I wan hugs and the comfort of doing nice things for a guy without the fear of being taken advantage of. I want to have complete faith and trust and everything that comes out of the person I care for's mouth. I want to be able to look at a person and no that regardless of what happens, I will love them, fearlessly, and with all that I have. And umm...I know the "economy" (I'm not speaking of money and sticks, but dudes, its an analogy idiot). Is struggling right now, but the selection of "quality," material is umm...lacking, to say the least. Or maybe it's a Tampa thing. But Lard’s only end up in unrequited love dramas. And I just got my karma back in my favor, so don't put me in that situation. But so yeah, love and relationships and all that floral crap are nice, but I can't handle the responsibility. And these lame-O’s in my stable are definitely not sweeping me off my feet. One day folks will learn that what you have to offer in the bedroom is not synonymous with the effect they have on me emotionally. Seriously now, I'm too old for that, "We scrumped now I love you," crap. Puh-Leez. But umm, yeah...happy birthday, Mr. President. Florida still sucks as elections. We should be banned.
Make us move to Atlanta if we want the right to vote...it's those darn old people, making us all look cenial! Or is it senile? Penile? Ha. I'm sleepy. Pray for my best friend, even if you've never prayed before. I love you Tiffany, and I know everything will end up perfect.
Good night all. My hair hurts. Did I mention that my hair is braided again? This was an, "I need a hug," post...please disregard.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:10 PM
Friday, September 13, 2002
Last night in class I learned that I can handle constructive criticism, but not from illiterate people. That stupid relationship letter I had to write had to be critiqued by 4 other people, so I printed out a copy for each person, and we exchanged papers. ("Show me yours and I'll show you mine!) So The Nervous Nose...that's what we'll call him. I see some serious social anxiety issues there; bruh needs some Paxil. But ok, that's not the point. While typing my paper an hour before it was due, I made sure it was grammatically correct (outside of the Internet, I'm quite the grammatically inclined one!) I indented my paragraphs (that sounds like some 3rd grade ish), but they weren't very, umm," dramatic." (I should have tabbed and I spaced). So before I gave everyone his or her papers I noted in the top right corner, "Final draft will have correct indention’s, am aware of the need." I also didn't double space. I don't type many papers at work, so i didn't have it defaulted to double space, and I wasn't really paying attention. So I also noted in the upper right hand corner of the paper that, "I am aware of the need for double-spacing." So the nervous nose, in bright red ink (if you’re not a professor, you shouldn't use a red pen for editing, it's implies authority and knowledge, which TNN didn't have) does all the cutesy little paragraph editing marks and writes all big, "you need to double space." And proceeded to change all of my, "cant’s," to "can note’s." I don't know who told this ESOL punk (umm no offense to anyone I guess) that breaking it up into 2 words makes more sense, but the whole point of conjunctions is simplicity without being simple. Dummy. SO the other 3 people that edited my paper found like nothing. And whoa Nelly, the nervous nose had some serious, "I'll use every cliche` known to man to get my 500 word count even if it doesn't makes sense and is grammatically atrocious," action in his paper. But had the nerve to make all those, "suggestions," on my paper. Humph. Ok, I'm finished venting. It's time to go for my liquid lunch. Ciao for now.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:48 AM
Thursday, September 12, 2002
oh the trauma
I am not speaking to myself for the rest of the day. I have on an 8 a.m. outfit with 7:45 p.m. shoes. How did this happen? Spontaneous shopping? I needed some black strappy shoes, unlisted had some at an affordable price for my out of the blue shopping moment, so I bought them, along with an, "I'm a sexy professional," outfit, threw it on, and went to work. So I'm sitting here looking at the shoes, analyzing them how I normally would in store, and I realize that though you can't tell because they're not shiny, the material of the shoe is SATIN. Or something that feels very much like it. To sum it up, after 5 dinner party/date/formal outing shoes. Not business casual but dressy enough to wear in an interview or meeting type clothes. It's all that darn pit-bull that bit the hot water heater upstairs' fault. Oh, they're getting evicted by the way.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:02 PM
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
some twilight zone crap
ok..so where was I on September 11th last year? I was practically living in the Howard Johnson near Busch Gardens because my apartment was flooded hanks to the hot water heater busting in the apartment above mine...
ok, so what am I doing right now on September 11th? Sloshin through my flooded house taking pictures of everything damaged because the hot water heater in the apartment above me bust What the hell man?? This junk is not only eerie, but frustrating as hell. My apartment is now going to be quite funkdified, any studying I was planning is out the window...I mean, who can study when they have to swim to get to their toilet, and their freaking perishables have perished?? Yeah, there's going to be some serious grocery reimbursement going on...that or someone's lease will gt to be broken without penalty...yeah...I'll take it there. What's REALLY messed up is that my renter's insurance isn't active until the FREAKING SIXTEENTH! Yes, I know that's next Monday. Yes, I know what that means. Really there's not any permanent damage that I've spotted as of yet, except for my blow dryer and one of my curling irons. (I knew I shouldn't have left that in the floor int he bathroom.) Oh, and my zebra print nightie was in the floowr in the bathroom...now it must be disposed of. Who can wear somethign that was swimming in someone else's hot water heater water juices? I'm quite irate... quite, quite quite. ANd I mean, my apartment already stays at 65 degrees, with the wet floor it's Antartica. so yeah, 1/3 of my apartment is flooded...and I'm online complaining about it...shoot me...please.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:31 PM
sporadic loneliness is not synonymous with desperation
...And that's all that needs to be said about that.
Ok, so it's September 11th and I'm overwhelmed with guilt due to the fact that I didn't lose anyone this tragedy, so though I'm saddened by this, do I have the right to dwell on it? Do I have the right to cry, even though this is not in the least about me? Do I have the right to be annoyed when others are completely oblivious to the entire situation, since as previously stated, I wasn't a victim? This sucks, and it's hella overcast and rainy, and I just want to go home and watch non-September 11th related mindless crap on t.v.
About this high alert thing...whatever. Did our, "intelligence," groups have us on high alert this week last year? The whole point is that they didn't know, so how now, all of a sudden, are they so, "aware?" (Or is it just paranoia?) I can't wait until it's tomorrow.
Ok, enough of that. I've been kind of numb with my posts lately, but I do have some things on my mind. Let's talk about one of my favorite subjects: persistance and a lack of perceptiveness. I'm going to put a little hypothetical scenario on the table for you:
If every time you call someone, their tone is, to say the least, not enthusiastic, do you fool yourself into thinking that they're just an Eeyorish type person? (Despite the fact that this is obviously not true based on their tone/demeanor in situations not involving you). Or do you eventually catch on, (and figuring this out should NOT take a month or more!) realizing they really don't want to talk to you? See, now I might sound like some bad, evil, not nice person, but really now. The problem I have with excessive persistence is that if it's pretty obvious that the interest isn't mutual, you don't get all Steve Urkel (with his lovely jaleel white self) and, "kick the harassment up a notch," you step away, and call it a loss, and move on to someone that appreciates your presence. If you call someone at decent times of the day (during the week and weekend) and they a.) Never answer their phone, and when they do, sound like they didn't know it as you until they hear your voice and switch to Eeyore mode, or b.) Never return your calls, or never make the effort to call you...They aren’t Interested in Talking to You.
Now this doesn't mean that you're an awful person. You could just have an awful voice (I'm talking skin crawling here), or not be talking about anything interesting. (Don't you DARE call me excessively, and then just be like, "so what's up.") And since I'm sure there's some people on here that talk on the phone to people they meet online, let me go ahead and throw in the, "I've never met/seen you in person, you might look like Vin Diesel or Chris Rock (not attractive), so I'm not really comfortable trying to have in depth conversations with someone I don't even know that I'm interested in yet," situation. There’s lot's of factors. But please, please don't kid yourself into thinking that I don't call back because I'm just "soo" busy. Granted, I am, but if I like you enough, I make at least a little time. Speaking of which, when are they going to put call block on cell phones? Oh, I do have to clarify one thing, some people I just don't call back because they don't leave messages, which means you weren't calling about anything important, so I'll catch you next time...
Have I mentioned lately that for the moment I heart Sprint? Yeah, they're doing they're job for once. Let's see how long it lasts. I'm so tired of being sleepy. (What a play on words!) It's taking forever for me to adjust to this schedule. I really should go to bed earlier, but all the interesting stuff occurs at or after 10 p.m.
What else do I want to rant about? Oh goodness, the dude in the cube near me just started jamming some Amazing Grace, can this day BE any more depressing? I want my bed.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:40 AM
Monday, September 09, 2002
argghhh
See, not THIS is why I wasn't in a rush to get a bigger tv. When your screen is the size of a computer monitor, you can walk by with your books and not think about what's on, but with the 27/29 inch, whatever it is...you just have to turn it on and see what's on. I'm supposed to be reading a play right now. Well i am. I'm reading the play, and the spark notes, trying to get this junk to actually make sense to me. It's been a while since my brain was in pain, but, umm ouch. And then I'm supposed to be leaving or making plans to leave in a bit for an ummm...study session, yeah, that's what it is. But I'm already walking around deleriously sleepy and dumb feeling with my eyes crossed...any extra studying could only hurt my current situation. See, right now it's like chilled jello, it's stil a little shaky, but the information has solidified in the mold. Now turn on the heat, and that mess is going to melt and liquefy and turn into a sticky juice again. Ewww, you so nasty! Ok, back to Shakespeare. HELP ME!
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:46 PM
oh, it's Monday already
Well I hope everyone had a spectacular weekend. Obviously mine was interesting enough to keep me from posting over the weekend. Hey...let me dream. Let's see, PG13 version...I watched some television., grilled some seafood, bought some boots, went to Wally World, studies excessively, and blah, blah, blah.
I think I'm ready to get my hair braided again...then I can sleep until 10 minutes before I need to leave the house. With my current schedule, that's a beautiful thing. Last week everyone in my office put in on a Lotto pool thing, since it's up to 85 million. I completely forgot, and didn't watch the drawing, and have no clue what numbers were drawn, but no one is here yet...hmm, maybe they're all already up in Tallahassee...dividing my "cut." Oh, sweet precious dreams. And of course I can't look the numbers up online since anything that implies gambling is blocked by our super-secure server. Grr. Seriously though, I don't think we won, it's just fun to imagine. But I guess I’ve learned that I should watch the news more.
Don't you hate when you wake up sore and you don't know why? When you feel like you ran a 5k race in your sleep? And for like a second you panic that you're dying or getting old...then you remember...heh, heh, heh. Umm...shut up. Have a good day!
.: posted by Princess Portia 8:24 AM
Thursday, September 05, 2002
Coronizzle Lizzle
La cerveza de corona es malo para tu.
Umm what? That was my public service announcement. Just because I'm so special. You know, burning bridges is more fun that I anticipated. I'd burn more, but I don't have many left. Why am I still awake when I have to wake up at 6? Insanity I tell ya, insanity. You know how I think most female on male murders are caused? Withholding of the ...umm...you know. Seriously, think about it. When is a woman most manic? When her hormone levels are high, right? And the anticipation of scrumpage can definitely raise those hormone levels. Enough of this increase and decrease of the hormones can make a woman crazy ("I think my Dad's gone crazy!"). Just something I had time to analyze while I should have been reading my mass comm. crap. You know...avoiding learning and what not. Ok, I've got a case of late night carpal tunnel (that sounds dirty!) night.
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:26 PM
and stuff like that there
Congrats, Kelly Clarkson, you get to have to crapaliscious songs on your CD!
Moving right along...
I am officially 40. Freshmen boys are beginning to become attractive. Although I have 500 pairs of jeans, I have 600 pairs of black pants, and prefer to wear those. I'm talking on Saturday's and ish. I go to yard sales con mucho frequencia. I watch "WE: Women's Entertainment." and like it. I'm more likely to stop on VH1 than MTV, unless there's some actual show on TV. This is bad man. Very, very, bad. Next thing you know I'll be shopping for Martini glasses at Pottery Barn... umm...nevermind, I did that on Monday!
I am seriously having withdrawal. Withdrawal from what you ask? Umm...bagels. Yeah, that sounds good. It's been a few since I had a really fresh bagel with whipped strawberry cream cheese. Thanks for asking.
You know, I'm feeling Eminem's song w/him singing...hmmm. Whoops! A.D.D is kicking in. Toodles!
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:27 PM
Tuesday, September 03, 2002
oh...I upgraded to the digital cable package (HBO, Skiniman, etc.) Flicks with plots, here I come! Hee!
.: posted by Princess Portia 2:53 PM
Selectively MIA
Ok, so I had a wonderful weekend of shopping and practicing the culinary critic gig at Bennigans. (I've never really been to impressed by their menu). Is it considered breaking plans if the plans are never confirmed? I don't think so, but I have to ask. You know how when you're really, really busy, and you have old friends and family, and brand new friends vying for your time? Well with me, it's easier to, "postpone," events with the brand new friends because there’s less of a risk of wasting your limited time with people that you already know. So anyone that feels like they got stood up, don't. The plans were never confirmed, and you have no rank. It's kind of like when you've been to a Doctor's office before, just walking in is still discouraged, but because you've been there before, it's pretty much ok. Umm that's the worst analogy of the day, but you get what I'm saying. Let me break it down one more way:
Rank (previous encounters, established friendship/interest in the establishment of a friendship) = priority scheduling.
I think that's pretty clear. But you need not be discouraged folks; it's all in the weather.
Burdines is my new best friend, well Burdines and my amazingly beautiful wonderful stupendous sleigh bed. It's awesome. Maybe I'll actually sleep in my room now. I haven't had any guests from out of town in a while. Wait, what am I talking about? Jacksonville was here like last weekend. Umm...well, I'm talking really from out of town, like out of Florida or something. Like Alaska. Do i even know anyone in Alaska? Let me think.
Blah.... Blah.... Blech!
I'm sure there are all kinds of amazingly interesting tidbits I'm forgetting to mention about my weekend, but I've read 2 Shakespeare and a Sophocles play in one week, so the brain is a little sore. Woohoo $80.00 books.
.: posted by Princess Portia 2:51 PM
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