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Name: Denise
Country: Philippines
Metro: Davao
Birthday: 10/8/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: I hold in the palms of my hands hope everlasting that spilleth unto my eyes, seeking the cracks between eyelids, seeping in, giving me new sight.
After a very long time of not knowing anything, now I am free to know.
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Expertise: Love
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
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AIM:  BipolarTheory
Member Since:
3/15/2003
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| Everything is going truly, astonishingly well. A lot of factors went in to play to make it happen, but I'm working on understanding that everything in life happens for a reason, and whatever happens to me, I choose to make happen to me.
I got a job waitressing at the local restaurant/cafe. It's the neatest little eclectic place. My boss doesn't really know from week-to-week how many hours her employees are going to get, I may have to find another part-time job and straddle the two. And I almost definitely have the option to be a front-desk person at the masseuse place in mid-October if I want it. So, job-life is well.
Dating life, as it were, is overflowing with possibilities. I have culled mediocre candidates and will no longer frequent the site on daily basis, because I've got enough going on as it is. I'd say I'm actively dating two individuals, who are both very different and very cool. I find it a bit odd though, that I really don't want a serious relationship right now. I have too much on my mind, too much to figure out (mostly: WHERE THE FUCK AM I GOING TO COLLEGE?) and I'm not looking for drama in my life. And even the best of traditional romantic relationships will have that.
I tried to call someone a few days ago and reconnect, but I think it's pretty clear at this point he's not interested. The deal was "we'll see" when I got better, as we both tend to let our problems get the best of us, and I was dealing with mine less well at that point in time. Now I'm really great, and stress-free and ... he won't call me back. That makes me sad, but I suppose I am at a point where if that's the way he wants to be, I respect that decision. Good luck, Andrew.
On a brighter note, shall I speak of shenanigans? Shall I exhault my trip to RI/NJ, featuring indoor rock climbing, and a hilarious sex story that proves I really put friends above all else? That time I went to the Gay and Lesbian film fest in Durham? Or that time we went skinny-dipping in a hot tub we trespassed into? Life is good. Life is good.
I'm looking to visit Catawba the weekend of the 15-16 (of Sept). I'm also looking to gather people to go drinking in Salisbury and Chapel Hill when I turn 21 this coming Oct 8.
By the way, it turns out I was never actually fired. I quit, officially. And I received the pro-rated amount of my money from the AmeriCorps program that you can receive for college, so yeah. All I need to do now is find The College.
I'm thankful for the privilege of living my life, and living it so full. I've held onto an element of calm in the midst of all this activity, and I'm happy now, but hopefully will still be so when circumstances mellow out.
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| So ...
Neesi got canned. This was very bad for Neesi's self esteem for a few days, then she got over it. Neesi thinks this is peculiar, as she seems to recall she has a penchant for dwelling on things. She must be getting better at positive thinking. Her roommate, Helen the yoga instructor is a good influence. Helen is driven crazy by Neesi's room, which has only been clean once in the 2 months she's lived here. Neesi keeps the rest of the house neat otherwise.
I've also tentatively decided I might be quasi-available again. Contingent on meeting people who are honest, sane, and sexually compatible. No boyfriends, girlfriends, or even dating- just friendship with benefits. A couple of you know why ...
So obviously, my OkCupid activity is jacked up again. Check it out. Fun quizzes, and it's matched me to people I've liked in the past. Hell, that was how I met my last boyfriend. Who, incidently got a tattoo. On the inside of his wrist. He crazy, man.
My aunt and uncle are coming by in a couple of days to visit. I haven't told anyone in my family I got fired yet. I'm not sure if I want to stay in the program for 5 more months and not forfit $4,725 towards college before taxes that I don't really need, OR get a real job that pays real money so I can get off foodstamps and go out a little more. Suggestions?
Post and I'll tag you back, read your journal, etc.
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| I know. Bad Neesi. Never updates. Bad Neesi. Brief summary: Feeling like I'm starting to catch my groove on in Pittsboro. Great little town, and if nothing's going on, Chapel Hill is always a mere 20 minutes away. Annoyed at men. Annoyed at men who I make very clear with that I "stabbed my dating life with a fork and now it's dead" (stated in person) and once, stated online that our meeting wasn't a date. It wasn't a date most of the time, except for a while he started doing that "unconcious" brushing against me, and then holding onto my hips. My reaction: take his hands off my hips. Then, when I question if he is "annoyed" later, he pretends he doesn't know what I'm talking about. Way to be, thirty year old, way to be. I feel like you're holding onto all the "mature trophies" in this (non-romantic) relationship. This, in conjuction with a couple of other hookups has caused me to come to the following conclusion. (Circa after my last serious relationship with Andrew) 1.No boyfriends 2.No dating or girlfriends 3.No casual sex 4.Seriously, no nothing Confound it, but I've reached this resolution before and didn't succeed at it for too long. I did fend off the 30 year old though. Two concerts of note: Smashing Pumpkins Bowling for Soup I really, really need my foodstamps. Now. I'm broke and I have to buy food. I got cast in "The Man Who Came to Dinner". Say you'll come out and see me! Andrew and I need to see Transformers like a dog needs to pee at 6 o'clock in the morning. I need to find a Writer's Goup in Carborro. I am now known as Neesi. If you call Chatham Habitat for Humanity, that's what I'm listed as. Bitches. Call me Neesi. Or not, if you really can't deal. | | |
| To set the record straight:
I volunteer for Habitat for Humanity through the Americorps program. (Think domestic version of Peace Corps.) I am transferring by the end of this week from Reidsville, NC to Pittsboro, NC- to Chatam County's HFH.
Building houses in Gulfport, MS was a fantastic experience. I've never met so many good-willed people, and we built 20 house in less than a week. I have a hammer callus on the bridge of my thumb, a better picture of the movement I'm part of, and some pretty fantastic memories, one of which involved karaoke in a ho-dunk little bar in Mississippi. Rock on Mississippi, with your catfish and St. Andrew's sauce, and your decision to house volunteers in stadium, which you claimed was Yankie Stadium. Haha, it wasn't as bad as it sounds. I was exhausted every night, not just from building, but also because my hearing is rather sensitive when I'm about to fall asleep or about to wake up, so I never got my complete 8 hours the entire time I was there. But appetite returned in full force, which plenty of you know is an ongoing struggle with me. Catawba's cafeteria was a serious health issue for me. I actually have figured out a system where I go to give blood as often as possible because the orderlies check your iron content for free, which is one of my major concerns. So if I'm healthy enough to give blood I do, and if not, I know I have to buy a side of beef. I am majorly impressed both with how much I learned about building a house, and how little I really know about the whole process, even now that I witnessed the construction of one.
FYI: I do not have pictures, but I expect some will be posted and I'll do something so that you can locate them under my Facebook in case you're interested.
I think my most noteworthy experience was running into a karaoke night at a bar that was maybe 1/8 locals, and the rest Americorps. We all hung out, got drunk and had a grand time singing country, Beatles, oldies, and then country again. I cannot imagine what exactly the regular crowd's internal reaction to us flooding the bar was.
Also noteworthy, for all the construction that's been done, for all the construction that's left to do (much, much more than 1/2 of Gulfport needs work, and it would be surprised if other towns weren't much the same way) MOST OF THE CASINOS ARE UP AND RUNNING. So locals can go and have a bit of fun after a hard day's work at rebuilding. Disgusting. I wish I could say that I hadn't given them any money, but I didn't really think through the ethical implications until just now. I just knew it left me with a bad taste in my mouth. At least it was only a dollar.
And yes, I'm not 21 yet, in case you were wondering.
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| I am in Newport, Mississippi building houses for Habitat for Humanity for a week. Kinda cool!
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