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Jun. 24th, 2009

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I'll be in Dallas, Texas for the next three weeks.

Please take care of Syracuse for me.

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Jun. 15th, 2009

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music: Zeppelin-- Over the Hills and Far Away

I have been having the most insane life ever.

The short of it:

I still work at CCE, moving up in the ranks from a Trainer to a Field Manager In Training, meaning that I have been taking out crews, training new kids to do the job as well as taking observers out. I am leaving Syracuse on the 27th for three weeks to go on a cross-train. I'm not sure what office I'm relocating to yet.
I live with my boss, Scott, who's a pretty okay guy. But much of the senior staff [mostly Jean, but also JD and Jim] has turned against me. Jean would prefer to see me fired. She's been lying to Scott about me.
I love my job. I fought damn hard to acquire and keep it and I will continue to. No one's going to take it away from me.
I'm getting a new daughter today who I'm excited for. And my son, Zac, is waiting for me at the office. So I have to run.
There's more to come.

I'm not accessible via email/fbook/lj/AIM anymore. You will need to call or text.

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May. 26th, 2009

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Our perfect shadows lie behind us.
And this is the day I'll make you mine.

( Nothing to say, but there's still time. )

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May. 4th, 2009

Over a Dozen Baby Pigs Need Homes in Upstate NY!

The result of several accidental litters, over a dozen baby pigs are in need of homes in Syracuse, NY. They have been properly sexed and will be seperated at 3 weeks of age. I adopted two girls myself and they are absolute loves. Please adopt one or a few today. A small rehoming fee may apply. Transportation is not an issue if you live in a different part of NY; I work with the CNY House Rabbit Society and the Bunderground Railroad.
Reply here, or email me at skyXwards@yahoo.com

****These are not my pigs, I am helping out a friend.****

x-posted to

guinea_pigs,

adopt_a_pet and my personal journal,

thhiiiefff

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Apr. 25th, 2009

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music: Cat Stevens-- Silent Sunlight

In the very new future, you will likely see my hammocks/snuggle bags, etc on the CavySpirit online store. I have to get some labeling/other stuff together, get Enid spiffed up [she needs a new cord] and Theresa [who runs CavySpirit] still has some things to sort out. But it's in motion!
I may also be selling stuff in Amber's mother's store in downtown Syracuse. I haven't heard anything about it since February when they hit a bunch of red tape, but Amber should be getting back to me with news soon.
Also. There may be a rat rescue opening in Syracuse. Excited? I am.

That's really all I have to say. How're things with you guys?

Apr. 11th, 2009

Either I'm pregnant or I'm more depressed than once thought.

music: Rilo Kiley-- More Adventurous

Seeing as the former isn't really a possibility..
I always forget how good I look with a ponytail. Oddly it doesn't give me pigface.

My mood has changed like nothing lately. One minute I'm happy and laughing, the next I'm practically in tears. I really don't understand where this is coming from.
I'm happy with my job. And my current living situation. And yet, school is stressing me out WAY more than normal. Like, almost as bad as my later years of high school. Even though it's only part-time. Even though I only have a month left and then I'm free forever. Even though nothing else in my life totally sucks.

I don't listen to music as much as I used to. I don't bring my zune with me too often. I think that's probably the main, if not only, reason that I'm having these issues. As silly as it may sound. I was a little worried that wearing headphones and reading constantly closed me off too much to the outside world, plus I only have so much music on my zune.

Moving out of my mom's house has done wonders for my relationship with her. As for my depression/anxiety, I thought it was doing great things for that too but maybe not.

I'm some kind of ill. I've been having weird pain in my left ear. As well as jabby abdominal pains. And headaches. I feel feverish and tired often.
Maybe I'm just malnourished.

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Apr. 1st, 2009

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"Now the pig understood why the sheep called all dogs 'wolves,' and he was filled with a deep and terrible rage."

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Mar. 28th, 2009

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mood:

complacent

music: The Format-- Wait, Wait, Wait

I'm feeling a little overwhelmed. Maybe? Not really sure.. It's odd. I woke up pretty upset but I couldn't quite figure out why. I had a pretty crummy night last night at work. Oh well, though, they can't all be good ones.
That was weird.

Moving on.
I won't be on the internets [aim/the facebook/lj] much anymore. If you want to get in touch with me, you will need to call or text me. I'm a little busy these days, with Easter drawing ever closer and my new job [plus the new greenpeace campaign against pirate/unsustainable fishing] I've been much more of an activist than I have been in recent years. However, I have a really though time ignoring my phone so I will get back to you as soon as I can.
I'm gonna go clean and get ready to table now.
Tonight I'm at PetCo with a bunny and a donation jar.

Also, Pupu is my snugglebuddy. In addition to being a drunk.

[ http://saturdaynight.livejournal.com/328314.html ]

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Mar. 20th, 2009

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mood:

nauseated

music: Joshua Radin-- Today

I have a job.
I just landed one this week with CCE [Citizen's Campaign for the Environment]. I go door-to-door canvassing [right now we're trying to protect the EPF- Environmental Protection Fund]. It's something I believe in, feel strongly about, love doing, and never thought I'd get paid for.
Yesterday.. yesterday was an insane day. I ended up in Oswego canvassing for four hours. I wasn't able to use my phone the entire time. When I finally biked home, freezing, with almost all of the feeling lost in my extremities, I got yelled at by my mom when I told her what I'd been doing all day. I was sent away like a child and told that I could not have this job, and if I decided to disobey her, that she would worry constantly and did I want that burden?
You guys know me. I love my mother. She's one of my best friends. The only times I've EVER disobeyed her was the summer before sophomore year when I used to sneak out at night [and not to go to fields or anything; just to walk around in the peace and quiet of night, sometimes with a group of friends, sometimes with only one or two people, and only once alone. I stopped doing this when one night I went home and the porch light was on. I thought, shit, mom's up. I didn't think about the consequences for me. I started crying because I knew she was probably worried as all hell. It turns out that I'd turned on the light when I left and forgot about it. After that night I didn't go out again, because I didn't want my mom to worry herself sick.] and a couple of times this year around Christmas when she was gone; I watched Batman: The Animated Series with Alex Alexander and DanFields spent the night on New Year's.
So, my mom worrying about me is an incredible stress. However, the things she was saying last night were irrational. That people would march me off their property at gunpoint. And whatnot. The worst I got last night was a door slammed on me in mid-sentence. ["Hello. My name is Amy, I'm with Citizen's Campaign for the Environment. We're out tonight--SLAM."]
My mom calmed down a little and we talked more realistically. But we didn't really get anywhere.

Anyways, the point of this post is that I have a job, but I still don't know if I'm keeping it. I'd like to, hell, I hit the jackpot. Professional activism? I am so in.

I am going now to finish painting my room and then who knows. Something involving moving.

Mar. 14th, 2009

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mood:

sick

Just one of your basic $7 run-of-the-mill updates.

I'm moving in a couple of days. Really excited. Most of my stuff is packed.

I finally got photos of my stuff. I'll put them up on my etsy soon. I only got photos of snuggle bags and hammocks but soon to come is more stuff. Fabric tunnels, cuddle cups maybe, condom pet beds, etc.

I am sick. I don't know what with, but it's been almost a week. It's made me rather miserable.

The Juice is still here. I haven't been able to find his home. Jessica thinks he's a cat who ran away from the 560 collective as a kitten. I told her today that if she wants him, he's all hers.

I'm adopting two baby guinea pigs. Jack, a 10-year-old boy who I babysit [his brother is 3] has two females and a male guinea pig [who lives separate from the ladies, but in the same room]. They had an accidental litter on Monday. Five pups. Three girls and two boys. Jack's neighbor is taking one girl as a friend for her girl pig, their cousin is taking one boy as a friend for her boy pig, and Rupert [Jack's pig] is getting the other male. I melted like butter on a baked potato on Tuesday when I held those tiny things in my hand. Omg. They're way too cute. Couldn't help myself.

A lady from the CNY SPCA called me yesterday about volunteering there. I was in class at the time. I returned her call when I got home but got her voicemail. She hasn't called me back yet.

I still don't have a job.

I probably have more to report on but I am delirious.

Tags: adoption, etsy, guinea pigs, health, life

Mar. 10th, 2009

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It's official. All three of my bunnies have gone through the "Fuck you, I'm not eating," phase.

Thanks, Bella.

ETA: I gave her 20 CCs of Critical Care last night, it set her straight. She's stressed about the cat.

Tags: bella, bunnies

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Mar. 8th, 2009

The Juice.

music: Imogen Heap-- Hide and Seek

Once again, I have taken in a homeless animal. This time, though, to change things up, it's a cat. A young male orange tabby whom I've christened "The Juice," as in OJ Simpson, as in OJ, as in orange juice, as in orange, as in the color of this cat.
Yesterday I was preparing to turn my compost piles, since they have mostly thawed. I went out to the garage and opened the door. I saw something orange zip by in my pariff. It was The Juice. I scuttled behind my garage to find him staring at me. He had a collar that was beat-up and very tight. I held my hand out at his eye level, not expecting him to come, and said "Hey you, come over here." He came without hesitation. I checked his collar, no ID. I checked his claws, teeth, ears and skin. He's in great shape for a homeless cat. He's not neutered. I wondered if he'd follow me. I turned to go inside and walked slowly. He bounded out in front of me and went straight for the door. I let him in the back hall, praying that he wouldn't spray.
I asked around my block [I was going to do more of the neighborhood but time was not on my side and neither was the weather] and the girls down the street said he's been living under their porch for a while now, but was very skittish. This, along with the tightness of his collar and the fact that he still has manberries, leads me to believe that whoever's missing him may have stopped looking. I checked with the Humane Society, Wayward Paws, the CNY Cat Coalition and the CNYSPCA. No cats fitting his description are missing, according to them. I'm going to take him sometime this week, either to Nottingham Pet Clinic of the CNYSPCA to check and see if he has a microchip, though I highly doubt it.
He's litterbox trained; he's been on my porch for 24 hours and hasn't sprayed once. He's also very attention-starved/affectionate.

BONUS: Sleeping in my lap.

Also. I tabled on Friday at PetCo for the CNY HRS. It went swimmingly.

Mar. 4th, 2009

(no subject)

mood:

adrift.

music: John Mayer-- My Stupid Mouth

And there it is.

Uncertainty.

PS. I got an 84 on the Native North American exam.

Tags: life

Mar. 2nd, 2009

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I can't sleep. This happens just about every night.
No matter how warm my rice sack is. No matter how tight I snuggle Loopy [my stuffed wolf]. No matter how hard I try, I just can't.
My mind won't shut up. Ever.
I have to have a movie or a television show playing [it can't be music or NPR, unfortunately; it has to be something that I don't care about] in order to stop thinking about all of the real shit and let my brain melt a little. It's incredibly unhealthy.
It used to be so bad that I couldn't even be in my room. It still gets that way from time to time. When Blizzard and Benner died, it was insufferable.
Often when I finally do drift off, after hours and hours [it's not uncommon for me to watch the sunrise] of trying, I get nightmares that jerk me back awake.
That's why I sleep in whenever I can, however much I don't want to. During the day, sleeping comes easier.
I don't feel so alone.
This has to stop. It's driving me insane.

Tags: life

feelin' needy.

music: Badly Drawn Boy-- Silent Sigh

A quiet love meme.

One little compliment can make you feel amazing. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. And once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind you how great you are.

Comments are screened, no one will know but me.

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Feb. 24th, 2009

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I got a 94 on my 20th century history test. It was graded on a 6-point curve. I earned a 78.

I'll know my Native American history test grade tomorrow.

I got an etsy account [and a paypal]. My username is amychasingwaterfalls. Thanks, Dave. I'll soon be listing hammocks/snuggle bags/cuddle cups/etc.
I've considered selling cage pads/reusable puppy pads but idk they are really labor-intensive. And I'd have to custom-make them.

My apartment's a mess. It was clean for two whole days before I went crazy sewing. Today I cut roughly 30 hammocks and about 15 bags. I only ended up sewing five hammocks, two of which were ones that Marielle ordered. I hope to finish sewing them by the weekend, now that everything is cut and ironed and all of my straps are sewn all I have to do is sacrifice a day to sewing. That'll be Thursday, my day off from classes.

Last winter I was sledding at Nottingham in "the woods" by the parking lot. Toward the bottom of the hill I was thrown off my sled and my hand ended up getting slammed between my knee and a tree root. I got a huge cyst. I now have a crescent-shaped scar on that hand. It shows up mostly when my hands are cold. It's showing up now.

( cut for girly things )

For the record, most things still suck. But my mind has cleared a bit. And to an extent, I've adopted Amelia [and Casey]'s life motto of "fuck it." Though more depressingly so.

Tags: etsy

(no subject)

I've relapsed.

I'm so fucking lonely.

Feb. 21st, 2009

(no subject)

music: Modest Mouse-- "The Good Times Are Killing Me"

If you've known me for the last couple of years, you know that I have built three or four [five?] bunny cages [and a pen], and two guinea pig cages.
I really like building cages [and sewing things] for my animals. I get to make them cool playhouses and cozy nooks to sleep in. I especially like when I'm able to incorporate it into a room, like how the bunny cage was in that corner of my room, or how the guinea pig cage is on my windowseat.

One of the things I'm most excited about in terms of moving is building new cages. I already have them all planned out. They're gonna be NIC condos. The bunnies' will be a three-level 2x4x4-cube condo, with [hopefully] a small pen in the front. The entire front of the cage will open in two vertical 2x4-cube sections, to make for easy access/cleaning. They love levels but I want them to have some room to move around when I'm out, and the door in my [future] room doesn't stay shut.
The guinea pigs will be on shelving that's already in the room, that Amelia used to have her hedgies on. According to her, the shelves are 2'x7' and there are two free shelves. So I am going to make is two levels with the ramp on the outside. so there'll be an elbow PVC tube going to the ramp on each level. it's going to be so awesome.

My mom wants to keep Newman. She cannot. Newman and Bella can't be split up; more importantly, I could never part with my Newma-bean. Even right now, he is loafed at my feet as I'm writing this. I could never give him up.
My mom will get another bunny. If nothing else. I keep teasing her about it. "Who are you gonna adopt, mom? Sugarberry? Georgie? Tigger? Piazza?!"
She likes Georgie. He is a small dutch, he looks a lot like Bella. I'm excited to build a cage for [him] too, though I don't know where it would go; I'd make it a two-level 2x3x3 NIC condo. Hopefully with a pen.. depending on its location. With a 2x3 vertical section opening.

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Feb. 20th, 2009

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music: Neil Diamond-- Song Sung Blue

I don't really know how I did on those exams. In all honesty, I probably failed terribly.
I'll find out tomorrow for the 20th century one, monday for the Native American one.

That's a lie I don't think I did too horribly. There were some questions that I KNOW I got wrong because I didn't know jack shit about the question. At least five of them, on the 20th century exam, were from monday's lecture, which I didn't take notes for or even bother getting off ANGEL. Everything that was in my notebook, I know I got right. Which was the vast majority.
My essay for the Native American exam would have been the fucking bee's knees if I'd had more time. But Dr. Willig took a twenty-minute chunk out of class telling us the answers to roughly four of the questions. I got really into Cortez and all the awesome stuff he had going for him, and just as I was getting into Narvez/de Soto and the other Northern Conquistadors, I realized there were five minutes left in class. So I had, what, three or four paragraphs on Cortez and all of his splendor, one and a half on the Northern Conquistadors and the reasons that their expiditions didn't end well, and I scribbled a conclusion to the tune of "Cortez got really, really, really lucky. Too bad for Narvez, de Soto and de las Casas."

Now I am just rambling. I need to go to bed.

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Feb. 16th, 2009

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mood:

indifferent

I have two exams on Wednesday. One is in 20th Century History, it's 50 multiple choice. Normally I'd be a little worried but not too fried. It's a subject that I know well, and it's multiple choice. The other is in Native American History. It's multiple-choice, fill-in-the-blank and an essay.
I'm not the least bit concerned about either of these. Maybe it's because I don't care so much about school these days. Maybe it's because so much else is going on in my life, this seems insignificant. Maybe it's the depression. Who the fuck knows.
I do know that at least part of it is due to the fact that I've done most of the readings and attended all of the classes. I don't obsess over the material, but I do remember it. Plus my professors always make things seem way worse than they are. At least, for me. The two quizzes I've taken so far this semester [Socology and 20th Century History], I got near-perfect scores on, whereas everyone else failed or got close to failing. I barely studied for either of them. All I did was read the assigned material. Once.

Now, when I say that I'm not the least bit concerned, that's not entirely true. Way the hell in the back of my head, I know that I'm going to get lousy grades on these exams, at least the Native American History one. I'm worried about what'll happen after that. It's a slippery slope that, typically, I don't come back from. If you go ahead and look at my grade records, as far back as middle school, my grades decline significantly after winter break. And they either stay at a barely passing level, or they taper. I think the one exception was junior year, American History, my grades went up because I switched classes.

In summation, I have four study guides sitting in front of me that I should fill out and review, but I would rather watch reruns of The Honeymooners.

ETA: 1. Either they changed the time of The Honeymooners or they don't show it anymore. Either way, baw.

2. I looked over all of my review sheets, and gee, I could bang that out in about five minutes if I wanted to. Which I don't. But I'll do it tomorrow at the laundromat. Or something.

3. Here's hoping I can sleep tonight.

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