I am gonna start using Tumblr instead. So please check fourpartfox.tumblr.com at your leisure! It's easier to post different stuff there. Also it's a nifty layout. So! On to bigger and brighter!
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Randi
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Woot
Morning Meditation
I am awake. I get to see my sisters for the first time in over a year. I get to cuddle with Michael.
The Post
So I'm gonna do something new here. Every post I write (which I will try to do every day), I will start with a morning meditation, whether or not it be morning at all. I'll try to post about three things that I'm thankful for each day. So yeah.
Got to hang out with my sisters today. Spent more than I intended, but meh. Had fun.
Getting my hair cut tomorrow. Can't wait. Gonna get it all short and choppy. Woot.
Catie's violin is done, so I'm gonna bring her to pick that up tomorrow, then on to Border's most likely. That should be fun.
Saturday, there's a concert that I'm selling stuff at. Here's hoping I can make a bit of money. Remy really wants his camera.
Nothing more to write right now. Maybe I'll make another post later.
Oh, and my check engine light is on again. I know what it is, but still. -sighs-
I apologize for anything that doesn't make sense... I'm watching something at the same time as writing this.
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Randi
I am awake. I get to see my sisters for the first time in over a year. I get to cuddle with Michael.
The Post
So I'm gonna do something new here. Every post I write (which I will try to do every day), I will start with a morning meditation, whether or not it be morning at all. I'll try to post about three things that I'm thankful for each day. So yeah.
Got to hang out with my sisters today. Spent more than I intended, but meh. Had fun.
Getting my hair cut tomorrow. Can't wait. Gonna get it all short and choppy. Woot.
Catie's violin is done, so I'm gonna bring her to pick that up tomorrow, then on to Border's most likely. That should be fun.
Saturday, there's a concert that I'm selling stuff at. Here's hoping I can make a bit of money. Remy really wants his camera.
Nothing more to write right now. Maybe I'll make another post later.
Oh, and my check engine light is on again. I know what it is, but still. -sighs-
I apologize for anything that doesn't make sense... I'm watching something at the same time as writing this.
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Randi
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Blah
Okay, so, while I don't have anything specific to write about right now, I decided I need to make an effort to write on a daily basis. At least something.
So. I have determined that I need an iPhone. Particularly an iPhone 4. My Pre keeps dying. Like, on a more-frequently-than-daily basis. I charged it to full late Monday night. It died around seven last night. Charged it to full again late last night. Let's see how long it lasts. I'm not even using it that much! What the hell! Maybe I should just leave my messengers offline. But there's a reason I leave them online! -sigh-
In any case, that's not the only thing I don't like about my Pre. I can't stand physical keyboard anymore. It was fine on the Rumor, okay on the Treo, but on the Pre, I'm sick of it. It needs to go away. I thought I would prefer it. I was wrong. Should have waited a couple months to get the iPhone. -sigh- All well. Hopefully they'll come to Sprint before my contract with them is up. I don't like AT&T or Verizon. Sprint has always had excellent customer service with me. Admittedly, I'm rather nice to people that are working. Or people in general. -shrug-
Remy is pissy 'cause he can't get his camera yet. Of course, quickly enough for him is he'd already have it, so... meh. Admittedly, I rather want it, too. Photography is fun. And it's not just him that thinks so. -shrug-
Get to claim my sisters tomorrow. Gotta tidy up my back seat to make room for them. I miss them. What with them being on the other side of the country until recently. So that's exciting. Of course, I'm not buying 'em anything but food, as I don't have the money, but I can take 'em around and show 'em the awesomeness that is my city.
Get to hang with Catie Friday. Going to Border's. That should prove fun. Anything with Catie tends to be fun and full of randomnosity. I love it. Hey, it's just now sinking in that Catie reads this thing! Without my prompting! Cool! I have a reader! Hi, Catie!!
In other news, I like ramen.
Also, moose eraser.
I have no idea.
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Randi
So. I have determined that I need an iPhone. Particularly an iPhone 4. My Pre keeps dying. Like, on a more-frequently-than-daily basis. I charged it to full late Monday night. It died around seven last night. Charged it to full again late last night. Let's see how long it lasts. I'm not even using it that much! What the hell! Maybe I should just leave my messengers offline. But there's a reason I leave them online! -sigh-
In any case, that's not the only thing I don't like about my Pre. I can't stand physical keyboard anymore. It was fine on the Rumor, okay on the Treo, but on the Pre, I'm sick of it. It needs to go away. I thought I would prefer it. I was wrong. Should have waited a couple months to get the iPhone. -sigh- All well. Hopefully they'll come to Sprint before my contract with them is up. I don't like AT&T or Verizon. Sprint has always had excellent customer service with me. Admittedly, I'm rather nice to people that are working. Or people in general. -shrug-
Remy is pissy 'cause he can't get his camera yet. Of course, quickly enough for him is he'd already have it, so... meh. Admittedly, I rather want it, too. Photography is fun. And it's not just him that thinks so. -shrug-
Get to claim my sisters tomorrow. Gotta tidy up my back seat to make room for them. I miss them. What with them being on the other side of the country until recently. So that's exciting. Of course, I'm not buying 'em anything but food, as I don't have the money, but I can take 'em around and show 'em the awesomeness that is my city.
Get to hang with Catie Friday. Going to Border's. That should prove fun. Anything with Catie tends to be fun and full of randomnosity. I love it. Hey, it's just now sinking in that Catie reads this thing! Without my prompting! Cool! I have a reader! Hi, Catie!!
In other news, I like ramen.
Also, moose eraser.
I have no idea.
OUT
Randi
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Well, crap.
So I visited a friend's apartment yesterday, and fell in love. I want to move there so badly! I mean, there's no chance of it unless her current roommates skip out on the lease, and even if they do in a year when the lease is up, it would mean moving an hour away, but it's a great apartment! Spiral staircase that makes going between floors an adventure; inexpensive rent; ferrets allowed; parking for everyone; biking distance to Portsmouth; this place even has comfy carpets to walk on. -sigh-
I guess I might be more in love with the place than I should because I really desire an apartment right now, but meh. I'm thinking a studio might be better for us anyway. Stairs of any sort give me knee trouble, and this is a spiral staircase. Not as bad, as I can climb it like a ladder, but still. It may also be better to be able to come home, and if anyone's home it's Michael. And that's it. A place of our own. The hard part will be finding a studio that's still as inexpensive as what we would have paid there. I'd much rather stay in Nashua/Manchester if possible. I have friends here, and I know my way around really well. If I'm going to move out of the immediate area, I would rather it be somewhere like Boston or New York. If I'm leaving everything I know, it had better be for a city.
Of course, this can't happen until October at least. -sigh- Gotta finish school and get a job. Once I do that, then we can get a place, 'cause then we'd be able to afford it.
All well. Back to making my lunch before school.
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Randi
I guess I might be more in love with the place than I should because I really desire an apartment right now, but meh. I'm thinking a studio might be better for us anyway. Stairs of any sort give me knee trouble, and this is a spiral staircase. Not as bad, as I can climb it like a ladder, but still. It may also be better to be able to come home, and if anyone's home it's Michael. And that's it. A place of our own. The hard part will be finding a studio that's still as inexpensive as what we would have paid there. I'd much rather stay in Nashua/Manchester if possible. I have friends here, and I know my way around really well. If I'm going to move out of the immediate area, I would rather it be somewhere like Boston or New York. If I'm leaving everything I know, it had better be for a city.
Of course, this can't happen until October at least. -sigh- Gotta finish school and get a job. Once I do that, then we can get a place, 'cause then we'd be able to afford it.
All well. Back to making my lunch before school.
OUT
Randi
Monday, June 14, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
This is what happens...
When Catie's over and I get bored.
SO! Catie came over today. She's actually still here. Over my shoulder. Say hi, Catie!
"Hi, everyone!"
Thank you, Catie!
Anyway. So we're watching Supernatural, 'cause she got me hooked (-shakes fist-), and we got to being random, as we are wont to do. And I said I should draw a Devil's Trap on the inside of my trunk. And she's like, "Do it!" And I'm like, "I will!" And she's like, "I'm gonna hold you to it; you won't!"
I did.
Oh yeah. I think I just drastically either reduced or increased the value of my car.
So, this is what happens when Catie comes over and I'm bored. Mass chaos. And randomnisity.
OUT
Randi
SO! Catie came over today. She's actually still here. Over my shoulder. Say hi, Catie!
"Hi, everyone!"
Thank you, Catie!
Anyway. So we're watching Supernatural, 'cause she got me hooked (-shakes fist-), and we got to being random, as we are wont to do. And I said I should draw a Devil's Trap on the inside of my trunk. And she's like, "Do it!" And I'm like, "I will!" And she's like, "I'm gonna hold you to it; you won't!"
I did.
Oh yeah. I think I just drastically either reduced or increased the value of my car.
So, this is what happens when Catie comes over and I'm bored. Mass chaos. And randomnisity.
OUT
Randi
Friday, June 4, 2010
Randi <- Catie
Dearest friend Randiriel,
How very pleased am I to learn of your enjoyment of my letter. I must confess, writing these letters and receiving your replies are the very highlight of my week. My mother thanks you for your wish for fair weather. She and I both wondered on the fact that your warm wishes came on one of the warmest days of the month!
I cannot contain my joy for your many wondrous happenings! I send my congratulations for your husband's more permanent employment. Such wondrous news! I wish you both great fortune and the greatest of joy!
As to your brother's recent endeavors of friendship and fondness, I send my heartfelt wish for happiness. There are so few things more exciting than meeting new friends and the company they keep. As for this game you wrote of, as exciting as it does indeed sound, I must postpone my exploration of it. You see, dear Randiriel, I have recently purchased a game called Mario and Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story, and I am so enraptured by it that I have scarce room in my head for little else! I must also express my deep frustrations, as I am currently stuck on one particular point and can move no further! Dear Randiriel, I have made it my vow to defeat this foe which stands in my way of progression but alas! At every turn I stumble and fail! It is infuriating to say the least!
Such an emotional four and twenty ours these have been for me dear friend! There is of course the rage at that accursed video game, but also a deep sorrow felt only last night. This was not a true sorrow, but a kind of emotion I cannot describe. As it produced many tears however, sorrow was the word that came to mind. Fear not my friend! It was a frivolous thing for which I cried. Last night was the series finale of Lost, and the ending was so complete, so perfect, sad, and joyous, that I was moved to tears. More I cried for this ending than I did for Supernatural! To this morning the tears persisted!
To more positive emotions! Today I had a laugh at the expense of a friend of mine. You see yesterday, he was in a most frustrated and upset kind of mood. To illustrate, he stole my marker and drew upon my shoulder a sad face. In retaliation, I seized back my marker and attacked him before he got away, drawing a smiling face on his shoulder. Not only that dear friend, but underneath the smile I wrote "be happy", much to his discontent.
Imagine my surprise when he informed me today that he had been considering making the illustration a permanent fixture on his person by means of tattoo! It brought me great joy to know he liked my creation that much. However, in the end he decided against it, fearing that such a design would be considered "a little silly". Preposterous! However he solidified his decision after consulting a few of his male friends.
Ah but the time has come again where I have run short on words. Dear friend, thank you and your husband for your regards, and I send you regards of my own! To you and your dear family I send my warmest wishes of health, happiness and fortune.
~~~~~~~~
(While my original letter ended, I had more to add a few days later....)
My dear friend, you simply must forgive me for not sending my letter in a timely manner. It appears that lack of sleep makes me forgetful, and I wanted to make my letter presentable (aka readable) before it was sent out.
But alas! It appears I shall have no guarantee of sleep, even with the time off from work. You see, dear friend, the severe burn I have received upon my right forearm at my place of employment has proven to be quite a hindrance. Make no worries for my pain, for though my arm in general is quite sore, the burn itself only hurts when I accidentally stretch it (or pop something). However, I've always found using my arm as a pillow quite comfortable, and now that I cannot I find myself restless. I also find myself extremely self conscious, for when I leave the house to go to town, I receive many an awkward stare from the general public.
But that is not all, dear friend. For this very morning I was changing the bandages, and upon seeing my burn in all its second degree glory, I realized the assumptions from my family could no longer be denied. From this injury, I shall have a most sizable and unsightly scar. I shall tell you that up until this morning I thought it not such a big deal if I did receive a scar, but now I fear I shall never get a husband with such an ugly forearm. What shall I do dear friend, when my arm looks like it belongs to Freddy Krueger? Perhaps I am being melodraumatic, but I cannot seem to banish this unease, especially after the realization of the severity of my eventual scarring.
I shall now repeat to you my wishes of happiness to you and yours, for when I last wrote them on this letter was several days ago. Please do forgive me for not sending it sooner, and due to my lack of expediency make no haste whatsoever in the timeliness of your reply.
yours most apologetically,
Catie
How very pleased am I to learn of your enjoyment of my letter. I must confess, writing these letters and receiving your replies are the very highlight of my week. My mother thanks you for your wish for fair weather. She and I both wondered on the fact that your warm wishes came on one of the warmest days of the month!
I cannot contain my joy for your many wondrous happenings! I send my congratulations for your husband's more permanent employment. Such wondrous news! I wish you both great fortune and the greatest of joy!
As to your brother's recent endeavors of friendship and fondness, I send my heartfelt wish for happiness. There are so few things more exciting than meeting new friends and the company they keep. As for this game you wrote of, as exciting as it does indeed sound, I must postpone my exploration of it. You see, dear Randiriel, I have recently purchased a game called Mario and Luigi: Bowser's Inside Story, and I am so enraptured by it that I have scarce room in my head for little else! I must also express my deep frustrations, as I am currently stuck on one particular point and can move no further! Dear Randiriel, I have made it my vow to defeat this foe which stands in my way of progression but alas! At every turn I stumble and fail! It is infuriating to say the least!
Such an emotional four and twenty ours these have been for me dear friend! There is of course the rage at that accursed video game, but also a deep sorrow felt only last night. This was not a true sorrow, but a kind of emotion I cannot describe. As it produced many tears however, sorrow was the word that came to mind. Fear not my friend! It was a frivolous thing for which I cried. Last night was the series finale of Lost, and the ending was so complete, so perfect, sad, and joyous, that I was moved to tears. More I cried for this ending than I did for Supernatural! To this morning the tears persisted!
To more positive emotions! Today I had a laugh at the expense of a friend of mine. You see yesterday, he was in a most frustrated and upset kind of mood. To illustrate, he stole my marker and drew upon my shoulder a sad face. In retaliation, I seized back my marker and attacked him before he got away, drawing a smiling face on his shoulder. Not only that dear friend, but underneath the smile I wrote "be happy", much to his discontent.
Imagine my surprise when he informed me today that he had been considering making the illustration a permanent fixture on his person by means of tattoo! It brought me great joy to know he liked my creation that much. However, in the end he decided against it, fearing that such a design would be considered "a little silly". Preposterous! However he solidified his decision after consulting a few of his male friends.
Ah but the time has come again where I have run short on words. Dear friend, thank you and your husband for your regards, and I send you regards of my own! To you and your dear family I send my warmest wishes of health, happiness and fortune.
~~~~~~~~
(While my original letter ended, I had more to add a few days later....)
My dear friend, you simply must forgive me for not sending my letter in a timely manner. It appears that lack of sleep makes me forgetful, and I wanted to make my letter presentable (aka readable) before it was sent out.
But alas! It appears I shall have no guarantee of sleep, even with the time off from work. You see, dear friend, the severe burn I have received upon my right forearm at my place of employment has proven to be quite a hindrance. Make no worries for my pain, for though my arm in general is quite sore, the burn itself only hurts when I accidentally stretch it (or pop something). However, I've always found using my arm as a pillow quite comfortable, and now that I cannot I find myself restless. I also find myself extremely self conscious, for when I leave the house to go to town, I receive many an awkward stare from the general public.
But that is not all, dear friend. For this very morning I was changing the bandages, and upon seeing my burn in all its second degree glory, I realized the assumptions from my family could no longer be denied. From this injury, I shall have a most sizable and unsightly scar. I shall tell you that up until this morning I thought it not such a big deal if I did receive a scar, but now I fear I shall never get a husband with such an ugly forearm. What shall I do dear friend, when my arm looks like it belongs to Freddy Krueger? Perhaps I am being melodraumatic, but I cannot seem to banish this unease, especially after the realization of the severity of my eventual scarring.
I shall now repeat to you my wishes of happiness to you and yours, for when I last wrote them on this letter was several days ago. Please do forgive me for not sending it sooner, and due to my lack of expediency make no haste whatsoever in the timeliness of your reply.
yours most apologetically,
Catie
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