First Entry. Warning Entry.
Sep. 30th, 2003 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelakAlright, folks,
I’ve finally arrived to LJ. This is going to be short and sweet! Generally I tend to drone on and on with my writing. So, this is a preemptive warning; I WRITE A LOT when I do write. And I love to write. It’s one of the things that I actually do best… but next to that of course, comes computers. I am sure you all knew that about me already. But I generally try not to advertise it too much. I need to go on lunch soon, it’s almost 3:00, and I haven’t eaten yet. I used to have an open diary, but this is much better. Because I had NO IDEA you all were on here. So, here it is. I’ve joined the community. Yeay. I’d like to say that it was a great Oloteas, I had such a good time. It felt like it had been FOREVER. It really did. And it seems to bring me back to who I am, to go back.
I’ve begun to think Chad is a pretty nice guy. I’ve made a point to get to know him, because he is initially shy. But, this Oloteas I did get to talk to him a bit. He came around the group after I began talking to him. I guess he felt included. He’s just overall courteous. I know he got a bad reputation at first because of Samantha, but honestly, he was being really cool to me once you get past that mask of a quiet, creepy guy.
Anyway. On to other things. I really should go take lunch and stop slacking and all that. But I know I wanted to get an entry on here! Maybe someone will actually read this, this time. Open diary only got read by random people who sometimes began to follow. But I never had a lot of time to begin writing it in, after I got deep into school. This’ll surely be sporadic too. Forgive me ahead of time! I’ll try my best.
Just got a call from Bev. Bev works for public works operations. She was panicking in regards to some software that was on her old machine. Somehow she didn’t inform me that there were TWO different things she needed from her old machine. Bleh. A real issue, that will be. Oh well. Work for later this week, now. I skipped lunch. I could technically leave right now. I’ve got to stay late just the same.
It’s Adam’s birthday dinner tonight. Last year I was invited. I don’t feel invited this year. Ever since Steve’s mother broke my trust for the second time, I haven’t felt inclined to go anywhere near their house. Funny how things change. I was rather pleased with the situation last Yule, but this Yule it’ll be a little bit more tough. I know I’m going to HAVE to go over there. And pretend to be social and relaxed. Somehow, I don’t think I’ll feel relaxed. I understand him wanting me to spend time at his family’s holidays too… but, jeez. It’s so adverse to me. It seems that I really am not someone who fits into that household. Force fitting a puzzle piece. That’s what it reminds me of. I guess I could explain a little. Perhaps I will over time. But it’s an entire STORY in itself. A huge story. Perhaps I can include that eventually. For now we’ll just go with the fact that things aren’t smooth for me at Steve’s house. Somehow, though, it was meant to be. Now we spend all the time possible at my house, and Steve learned to cope with the idea that I didn’t have any desire to even go near his house.
All the sudden I got to spend time with my family and as if Steve needed to be adopted into the family anymore, he was brought even further into the depths of my family. Of course, I felt nothing of the sort in return at his house.
To this day, I can remember my ex-boyfriend, Jon, and his parents. They ADORED me! To this day, they beg me to date their son… regardless. They liked me, they were polite to me, and instead of making lousy assumptions and dubbing me, “annoying,” and “unfit for their house,” they just gave their son a talk, and offered him condoms. Not because they wanted him to use them, but to allow the proper options in the case we ever got into a situation where it was just not a controlled thought process. I mean, clearly, a 14/15 year old slut I was. No, not quite.
I can admit I was curious, experimenting, and quite open. But, I had certain limits to my experimentation. I always have limits. Things that I know will get me in trouble, that I steer away from, but a happy-medium between being a square, and a complete screw up. I would never have made it this far without becoming a dysfunctional individual. I’m completely everything Steve’s mom didn’t describe me as.
She thought I was irresponsible, immature, and lacked vision as to where my life was supposed to go. I was going to bring her son down with me. To add to my evil, I am Wiccan. Naturally! She’s the good Christian woman, didn’t I tell you? Well, she pretends. But I’ve done my studying of Christianity, and her attitude is not very Christian. But again, I have subconscious frustrations with her. Those that I haven’t vented about.
Regardless. In 30 minutes I will be ready to go home with Steve and do some more network troubleshooting. My home network is FUBAR. In all meaning of the acronym! I am a professional; I should be able to fix this, right? My own network? Well, it’s increasingly hard to fix anything that is in the same household as my dad. I love my dad, he’s a great guy. But I swear, if there ever was a man with an electronic cloud over his head, he is the one. His computers always tend to be difficult and he is always fighting some issue or another. Now he will come to me, and not allow me enough time or give me patience in regards to troubleshooting methods.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe I’m where I’m at. Last night I had a dream about the city rental I am looking for. I dreamt that we were moving in, Steve and I. Of course, we were arguing about where to put the bed. I guess that just means we’re meant for each other. That’s something a married couple would do. In fact, it frightens me when I realize how much of a carbon copy couple we are, to my own parents. I watch it, day in and day out. We aren’t that different. That makes me feel better. Sometimes I have a tendency, even after 3 years, to question whether we’re meant for each other, when we get into heated arguments. *Shrugs* Anyway. I should sign off for the day. Look around the live journal site for a while. I am glad to be back, I enjoy these things. I do tend to babble, and it doesn’t stop. Oh well, someone who actually writes.
Angela’s Accomplishments for the day:
I went to an anti-harassment class
I got Cathleen’s computer ready to go
I learned that Bev’s working data file is not the correct one
Tim and I determined we will need the data recovery software for Bev’s old machine, in hopes this will find us the old working data file that DOES have the right invoices…
I slacked off with Judy as usual.
I will soon go home and work with my own computer garbage, because skipping lunch and doing 11 hours of it, is CLEARLY not enough for me.
-Angela
-AKA Ithisia
Pronounced “Ith-is-eeeyah”
Ith=Ith in fifth.
Is=soft S not the S in IS but the is in fiscal
Sure, it probably makes no sense. Oh well. Talk to me in person.
I’ve finally arrived to LJ. This is going to be short and sweet! Generally I tend to drone on and on with my writing. So, this is a preemptive warning; I WRITE A LOT when I do write. And I love to write. It’s one of the things that I actually do best… but next to that of course, comes computers. I am sure you all knew that about me already. But I generally try not to advertise it too much. I need to go on lunch soon, it’s almost 3:00, and I haven’t eaten yet. I used to have an open diary, but this is much better. Because I had NO IDEA you all were on here. So, here it is. I’ve joined the community. Yeay. I’d like to say that it was a great Oloteas, I had such a good time. It felt like it had been FOREVER. It really did. And it seems to bring me back to who I am, to go back.
I’ve begun to think Chad is a pretty nice guy. I’ve made a point to get to know him, because he is initially shy. But, this Oloteas I did get to talk to him a bit. He came around the group after I began talking to him. I guess he felt included. He’s just overall courteous. I know he got a bad reputation at first because of Samantha, but honestly, he was being really cool to me once you get past that mask of a quiet, creepy guy.
Anyway. On to other things. I really should go take lunch and stop slacking and all that. But I know I wanted to get an entry on here! Maybe someone will actually read this, this time. Open diary only got read by random people who sometimes began to follow. But I never had a lot of time to begin writing it in, after I got deep into school. This’ll surely be sporadic too. Forgive me ahead of time! I’ll try my best.
Just got a call from Bev. Bev works for public works operations. She was panicking in regards to some software that was on her old machine. Somehow she didn’t inform me that there were TWO different things she needed from her old machine. Bleh. A real issue, that will be. Oh well. Work for later this week, now. I skipped lunch. I could technically leave right now. I’ve got to stay late just the same.
It’s Adam’s birthday dinner tonight. Last year I was invited. I don’t feel invited this year. Ever since Steve’s mother broke my trust for the second time, I haven’t felt inclined to go anywhere near their house. Funny how things change. I was rather pleased with the situation last Yule, but this Yule it’ll be a little bit more tough. I know I’m going to HAVE to go over there. And pretend to be social and relaxed. Somehow, I don’t think I’ll feel relaxed. I understand him wanting me to spend time at his family’s holidays too… but, jeez. It’s so adverse to me. It seems that I really am not someone who fits into that household. Force fitting a puzzle piece. That’s what it reminds me of. I guess I could explain a little. Perhaps I will over time. But it’s an entire STORY in itself. A huge story. Perhaps I can include that eventually. For now we’ll just go with the fact that things aren’t smooth for me at Steve’s house. Somehow, though, it was meant to be. Now we spend all the time possible at my house, and Steve learned to cope with the idea that I didn’t have any desire to even go near his house.
All the sudden I got to spend time with my family and as if Steve needed to be adopted into the family anymore, he was brought even further into the depths of my family. Of course, I felt nothing of the sort in return at his house.
To this day, I can remember my ex-boyfriend, Jon, and his parents. They ADORED me! To this day, they beg me to date their son… regardless. They liked me, they were polite to me, and instead of making lousy assumptions and dubbing me, “annoying,” and “unfit for their house,” they just gave their son a talk, and offered him condoms. Not because they wanted him to use them, but to allow the proper options in the case we ever got into a situation where it was just not a controlled thought process. I mean, clearly, a 14/15 year old slut I was. No, not quite.
I can admit I was curious, experimenting, and quite open. But, I had certain limits to my experimentation. I always have limits. Things that I know will get me in trouble, that I steer away from, but a happy-medium between being a square, and a complete screw up. I would never have made it this far without becoming a dysfunctional individual. I’m completely everything Steve’s mom didn’t describe me as.
She thought I was irresponsible, immature, and lacked vision as to where my life was supposed to go. I was going to bring her son down with me. To add to my evil, I am Wiccan. Naturally! She’s the good Christian woman, didn’t I tell you? Well, she pretends. But I’ve done my studying of Christianity, and her attitude is not very Christian. But again, I have subconscious frustrations with her. Those that I haven’t vented about.
Regardless. In 30 minutes I will be ready to go home with Steve and do some more network troubleshooting. My home network is FUBAR. In all meaning of the acronym! I am a professional; I should be able to fix this, right? My own network? Well, it’s increasingly hard to fix anything that is in the same household as my dad. I love my dad, he’s a great guy. But I swear, if there ever was a man with an electronic cloud over his head, he is the one. His computers always tend to be difficult and he is always fighting some issue or another. Now he will come to me, and not allow me enough time or give me patience in regards to troubleshooting methods.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe I’m where I’m at. Last night I had a dream about the city rental I am looking for. I dreamt that we were moving in, Steve and I. Of course, we were arguing about where to put the bed. I guess that just means we’re meant for each other. That’s something a married couple would do. In fact, it frightens me when I realize how much of a carbon copy couple we are, to my own parents. I watch it, day in and day out. We aren’t that different. That makes me feel better. Sometimes I have a tendency, even after 3 years, to question whether we’re meant for each other, when we get into heated arguments. *Shrugs* Anyway. I should sign off for the day. Look around the live journal site for a while. I am glad to be back, I enjoy these things. I do tend to babble, and it doesn’t stop. Oh well, someone who actually writes.
Angela’s Accomplishments for the day:
I went to an anti-harassment class
I got Cathleen’s computer ready to go
I learned that Bev’s working data file is not the correct one
Tim and I determined we will need the data recovery software for Bev’s old machine, in hopes this will find us the old working data file that DOES have the right invoices…
I slacked off with Judy as usual.
I will soon go home and work with my own computer garbage, because skipping lunch and doing 11 hours of it, is CLEARLY not enough for me.
-Angela
-AKA Ithisia
Pronounced “Ith-is-eeeyah”
Ith=Ith in fifth.
Is=soft S not the S in IS but the is in fiscal
Sure, it probably makes no sense. Oh well. Talk to me in person.
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Date: 2003-09-30 11:12 pm (UTC)