i don’t care what operating system you have, just go here and download iTunes. and if you have a spare 8 fuckin’ dollars, launch iTunes, and download the Joss Stone Soul Sessions album. do it now and thank me later. or actually, thank joss. fucking little british teenager sings like nobody’s business.
8 fuckin’ dollars!! can i get an amen, people?

i moved my desk. it now faces out, towards the living room and the windows, instead of the corner. my desk is comprised of a heavy wooden door, resting on two oak cabinets. it’s a btich to move. the door is on the edge of being something that is too heavy for me to handle alone. it’s toooo heavy and too big. but… i just tie a towel around my neck al· supergirl and do it. anyway, i just got the electronics hooked up, and was sitting here in a not so comfortable dining room chair, catching up on emails and shit, and after about 45 minutes, i moved to stand … and everything hurts. everything would not hurt on supergirl.

so i’m moving stuff around in casita di hodi. that is, sometimes, the only way to get me to to truly clean, once things reach a certain level of disarray. that level often is referred to as “chaos,” by some. some who are unenlightened. my feng shui may not be good feng shui, but it’s mine. nonetheless, i can recognize when the energies are blocked. and i think there is some energy that’s been stuck under my “dining room” table for some months. plus, my desk’s been facing this corner for years now, and i’m sort of over it. you know? so over the past three days, i have been moving stuff around. slowly. it takes a long time for me to do stuff like this. first of all, i usually watch movies while i do it. one minute, i am, with great trepidation, discovering what lives under the cushions of my couch, and the next minute… i’m watching The Goonies. it didn’t hurt that santa brought me the indiana jones collectors edition, complete with 4th dvd full of extra details and goodies i needed to know. i want to marry indiana jones!! but i’m not alone. find me a straight girl, who is within a ten year age radius of … me, who doesn’t want to marry him. i also watched “secretary” with maggie gyllhalaidfhaslfallen. i think that’s how you spell her last name. i’d look it up BUT MY INTERNET IS STILL DOWN. bastards.
but here is my message to you, today. if you have not yet seen it, watch “whale rider.” especially if you are female girl type person. and if you are a girl type person who is somehow related to my paternal lineage, i must INSIST that you watch it. just so you can say to yourself “ahhh… yes, pai… i know. foolish men who don’t recognize the value of a daughter.” *cough* sorry. sharing too much. but even if you are not a girl person, or related to me, watch this movie. it’s beautiful and haunting and lovely and moving. and it’s got WHALES!! whales rock. i’m a huge fan of the marine mammal group. the soundtrack is stunning. and i am so happy it was available on the iTunes music store, because i bought it, and i am going to spend many hours sitting and staring at a flickering candle, while listening to this music. otherwise known as “meditating.” seriously, it’s a lovely movie. and i’m convinced i must live in new zealand for at least 12 straight months at some point in my life. [hopefully writing a book.] anyone wanna come with me? if my internet were up, i’d be researching it right now. i wonder if there is some quarantine period pru would have to go through first?

dammit. i wanted to write many witty things about my adventures during my holiday vacation. not that i had any. but i had three different types of family drama, from three different branches. some funny. some not at all funny, but rather sad and tragic. fodder. i had the mad race to finish up whatever it was i felt was important, before i left work for the rest of the year. items that i can’t remember now, for a job that i forgot how to do by the end of the day on the 25th. fodder. all of my last minute shopping. the fact that i completely forgot to buy by older brother a present until 9:30 pm on the 23rd, only to find out later he wasn’t going to participate in christmas this year. more fodder. the beautiful snow we had on the evening of the 30th, my late night driving and partial donuts driven in the parking lot of top foods in crossroads shopping center. frozen fodder. my unshakable subconscious belief i had won the the mega million lottery 150 million dollar jackpot, that manifested itself in a compulsive need to drive through some of my favorite older neighborhoods and stop at the houses for sale. houses that no one in my social or familial circle could afford. tree lined fodder. and my traditional apathetic non recognition of new years. home alone with dvd fodder.
but instead, i started moving furniture and going through boxes and drawers and piles. of crap. my crap. i can be a very hermatic, internally focused little girl, when left alone. and blog fodder has a limited shelf life, people. if you don’t refrigerate it, it goes bad quickly. right now, my fridge is full of crap. like red rounds of gouda cheese, hickory farms turkey stick, kozy shack rice pudding, snapple peach iced teas and diet dr. peppers. don’t go to top foods late at night when you are hungry, kids. you end up with party food, fancy crackers, tiny breads, tins of almond roca, and no kitty litter.
i still have three more days of vacation. so who’s to say i can’t scrape something entertaining together before it ends? i am thinking of going to ikea tomorrow.
ps: as i am about to copy and paste this text from Text Edit [spell check] to MoveableType [no spell check] i have discovered that my internet connection is down. i finally have something to post, and i am denied. bugger all.