Maryoceane

Don’t ask me why I’m not in Paris right now, because (see subject).

I did, however, hack into my olddddd livejournal and I would like to share a few with tumblr wrld. This is a really long post. These go all the way back to when I lived in England, and also when I was with Jesse. Some entries are funny, some are sad, but they all bring back a lot of memories.

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007 

Everything is going to come crashing down on top of me. There is a huge black cloud following closely behind me and I keep looking back and noticing it, but for the most part I prefer to naively continue forward and pretend it’s not there. It’ll catch up. I hope I’ll be a much faster runner by then, or maybe I’ll gain some strength to deal with it head on instead of having the endurance to run from it forever.

Friday, May 4th, 2007 

On my way to work yesterday morning, I was at a red light and noticed there was a bird sitting on a speed limit camera thing. I imagined for a moment that he was the camera operator watching over the roads for Fox News or something. Then i got honked at because the light turned green.

Wednesday, January 17th, 2007 

I had a dream that I met Justin Timberlake through Jessie, Courtney’s boyfriend, and Justin wanted to date me. But first, he wanted me to fix my hair and get rid of my glasses (which I had on at the time). So I went to get my contact lenses, but on my way to the bathroom, I slipped on some ice and fell into an empty swimming pool full of logs and got stranded on a pile of logs. This made me upset because I remembered that I had to vacuum before Melanie (the lady I work for) came home, and being stranded on a pile of logs was really cutting into my time.

And then I woke up.
MMM JUSTIN. All because I saw you on the Golden Globes Fashion Police show and you were lookin’ mighty fine.

Friday, January 12th, 2007 

I’d like to talk about my upstairs neighbor for a minute.
He’s a gay spanish guy who gives me the privilege of waking up to the sounds of him and his boyfriend banging it like horny gorillas.
Sometimes him and his boyfriend fight in spanish and knock shit over in his apartment and scream so loud that I often fear they’re killing each other.
Our apartments are totally identical except for the fact that he has a stainless sink in his kitchen and I have an old porcelain one that has been painted over in white over and over, WITHOUT PRIMER OR WHATEVER, so now it’s just..falling apart. AND IT MAKES ME MAD.(I know this because I saw pictures of his apartment on craigslist.)
He’s apparently a teacher, and he doesn’t speak English.
He listens to fiesta music, techno, and Bloc Party.

And his wireless network name is BIGCOCKBADASS

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007 

Today driving home from work, there was mad traffic on 59. All of a sudden I heard a bunch of cars honking and I noticed that on one of the overpasses, there were tons of people standing waving to us on 59, and holding signs saying “IMPEACH BUSH”, “BRING OUR SOLDIERS HOME”,”HONK IF YOU AGREE”, etc. Jesse didn’t notice them, but I did, so I grabbed the steering wheel (he was driving) and honked the horn about a million times. I don’t know why, but after this, I had such a warm happy feeling inside me. Like I was part of something for just an instant. Like there were other people who felt the same as me. We were all strangers, honking our horns for the same cause. We had something in common.

Then I came home, and Jesse blasted really old Blink, and I danced and jumped around like a maniac as I got ready for a friend’s birthday dinner.

This was so good.

I encourage everyone to jump and dance around until your heart beats so fast that you feel like all the other parts of your body are beating, too.

Tuesday, October 24th, 2006

No one EVER calls me.

My incoming call log on my phone for the past weekend to now:
800 number
Jesse
Jesse
Jesse
Melanie (work)
Courtney
Jesse
Jesse
Courtney
Courtney
Jesse
Jesse
Jesse
Maria (work)
800 number
800 number
Melanie
Jesse
Jesse
Sherry

Friday, October 20th, 2006 

A couple Jesse-isms:

Jesse got his haircut the other day. The hairdresser was explaining to him how he could do his hair with the haircut he just got. Later, Jesse was telling me what he said, and he said…”He said I could do it like a…faux..something. Faux hawk? I don’t know…f-a-u-x? Fox? I don’t know.” I laughed for about an hour.

Today we were watching 1 vs. 100 (great show, by the way), and he was talking about one of the contestants who was kind of weird. And he said, “Man if he had done that, he would’ve been the brunt of the joke…” I looked at him laughing and said, “Brunt? You mean…butt? The butt of the joke?” Realizing he said something stupid, he tried to play it off…”No, brunt. Brunt of the joke. ……SHUT UP!!! Damn it, I knew it didn’t sound right.”

Wednesday, September 13th, 2006 

232 is taking over my life.
I see it everywhere.

A few examples:
- I often look at the clock when it’s 2:32.
- Sometimes I wake up at 2:32am.
- The only time I even looked at how many friends I had on myspace, I had 232 friends.
- I had 232 emails in my inbox.
- Jesse found an old check from his old job for $232.
- Sometimes when I pay for stuff, 232 is in the price.
- I see 232 on license plates.
- I took a test on findyourspot.com to see where I should live, and it gives you a list of cities in the U.S. with population, income, house prices, etc. The place where I should live’s average house price was $232,000.
- A guy I dated wrote a poem about me years ago, and the title was 232.

AND IT GOES ON AND ON.
HELP ME.

(Oh…my god. This entry was written at 2:32. I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE THAT UNTIL JUST NOW. FUCK. I swear I didn’t do that on purpose. A few of my entries have been written at 2:32 when I looked back at it, actually.

Wednesday, December 21st, 2005 

Does anyone else not give a shit that Christmas is coming up? Cause I couldn’t care less.

Anyway, I’m leaving for France. Be back the 26th.

FYI, my traveling itinerary for the past couple years:

April 2003: Texas/France oneway
July 2003: France/England roundtrip
August 2003: France/England oneway
March 2004: England/France roundtrip
June 2004: England/Amsterdam roundtrip
July 2004: England/Texas roundtrip*
August 2004: Texas/Rhode Island roundtrip*
October 2004: England/Rhode Island roundtrip*
December 2004: England/Texas roundtrip*
February 2005: England/Rhode Island roundtrip*
April 2005: England/France roundtrip
June 2005: England/Spain roundtrip
June 2005: Spain/Morocco roundtrip
July 2005: England/France roundtrip
July 2005: England/Texas roundtrip*
August 2005: England/France roundtrip*
October 2005: England/Rhode Island roundtrip*
November 2005: England/France roundtrip*
December 2005: England/France roundtrip*
December 2005: England/Rhode Island oneway*

* = traveled alone

Monday, November 21st, 2005 

I have some stuff at Jesse’s in Rhode Island.
I have some stuff at my mom’s in England.
I have some stuff at my sister’s (where my dad lives) in France.
I am currently living in three different countries.
And out of a freaking suitcase.
I have been doing so for a couple months and will continue to do so for another couple months. I have a lot on my mind, guys.

Friday, August 19th, 2005
Joey told me an awesome joke today:

joeygemma: what did zero say to eight?
distrahere: i dont know
joeygemma: nice belt

Wednesday, July 27th, 2005 

Today at work..this lady came up to the counter, and she just looked at us, and then started crying. I asked her what was wrong, and she was just crying and crying. Finally she was able to get out that she needed an outfit for a premature baby. I was like, ‘Okay..’ thinking why is she crying like crazy?? Then she told me her daughter was pregnant and she had a miscarriage. She was 7 months pregnant, and she was going to give birth to it tomorrow morning; stillborn. We picked out an outfit to bury it in. I couldn’t function for the rest of the day

Tuesday, January 18th, 2005 

I hate Aldershot. The people here are so disrespectful, the young ones especially. They take no consideration for other people around them, and just do as they please in the very loudest and most obnoxious way possible.

Actually, today, people in general were annoying and disrespectful. Sometimes I feel like people like this follow me around just to irritate me. Maybe there are secret ANNOY-MARY societies that I don’t know about where meetings are held and plans are made just for me. I could be flattered if this were the case, but chances are I probably wouldn’t be.

I left college early today. I couldn’t stand to be there any longer, so I left. On my way to the train station, I have to walk through a parking garage as a shortcut to the train station, and I was doing so and came to the really heavy door I have to struggle with to get open. There was a man already there, holding the door open, standing in between the door. So I was about to walk through, and the guy shouts down the stairs, “Lady coming down!” I didn’t understand what the fuck he was talking about until as I was walking down the steps, I saw a guy pissing against the wall. “Oops! Sorry, Miss.” Nice, huh? Piss was..spilling (What’s the appropriate word for that?) all over the floor, and I had to straddle it so I wouldn’t walk through it. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt because maybe he really, really had to pee, but all he had to do was cross the street where the train station was, and go to the toilet there! People, people, people..

People on the train are really annoying, too. I don’t really mind taking the train, apart from the actual effort of going to the train station from wherever I am. Other than that, it’s alright, I quite enjoy the train ride. The only thing I don’t enjoy are the people. People from Aldershot, and other towns like that, especially. They’re just really loud, sounding like squawking birds with their ‘chav’ dialects and nasally voices. Also, there’s those people who talk on their mobiles really loudly. I feel worse for the person on the other end than the people on the train because they’re literally YELLING into the phone. Granted, sometimes the trains are pretty loud, but people must learn that just because you can’t hear someone doesn’t mean they can’t hear you. Anyhow, I think the Southwest Trains people knew this, which is why they created ‘QUIET/MOBILE FREE ZONES’ on the new trains. You can’t not know when you’re in a Quiet Zone because there’s a label on every freakin’ window. No one pays attention, though, of course and continue their squawking and screaming into their phones. I’ll admit, I’m not always silent when in the Quiet Zone—but that’s okay—that’s not a big deal because I never SQUAWK and whenever I get a call or need to make a call, I either move to the next non-quiet zone carriage or speak very softly and make it quick!

As well as those people who scream into their phones, I also don’t like the ones who scream their whole personal life into the phone. I like eavesdropping just as much as the next person, but some things just really don’t need to be said in public. ie: “Yeah, I’ve got my court date in a few days…No, no, not for that, this is for that other thing..No, not that one, the one with that woman..Yeah, that one..I’m bloody guilty, but I think I’ll just plea innocent, they don’t have enough evidence, anyway, you know?” Great, so for all you know you could be sitting next to a mass murderer, and he just decided to TELL THE ENTIRE TRAIN ABOUT IT.

In conclusion, I hate everyone. Haha.