Listening to Dead Can Dance before Billy shows up (that's Molasses, but he's in disguise).

I have some time to kill in the mean time so I thought I'd utterly confuse you with all the crap that's going through my head.... *cruel self-indulgent laugh*

Been dealing with some silly Camstuff... always more Camstuff, but I'm feeling kinda zen right now... This, too, shall pass.

Last night was my lover's night. The 13th is a sort of an anniversary for us. We have several, this is one of them. We went to a super-fancy, super-expensive restaurant and ate and drank far too much. It was really, REALLY awesome.

Molasses said he was going to e-mail me a bunch of HTML commands so that this Journal could look a little more spiffy, but he keeps for getting.

My sister, li'l miss thang, is getting on my nerves again....

Okie, I decided to switch to Tori.. To Venus and Back. Sing, girl. Sing.

Work is equally interesting and utterly, stunningly irritating. I got a nice raise and a promotion. Another girl I know who, I could have sworn, works harder, is *far* more of a team player and in general has done more the department, got approximately squat.

I'm confused.

We've implemented a few sweeping changes today, the immediate result of which is I have been looking at some really weird and interesting (and mostly informative!) sites, like UFW, an international council for South American states, modern-day slavery, specifically in Africa, and one on an environmental effort to clean up Fox River in Wisconsin. (I think.) Also there was lots of stuff on medical malpractise sites run by lawyers, political-ish sites that are mostly personal sites for folks who want to spout off their special brand of politcs (the touchy-feely "we should all just get along' site was slightly annoying; the pro-life site nearly undid me). I can't imagine why they've come us, but if they want to give us money, when they won't be making anything *shrug* that's up them.

But at least I don't have to look at stores and such for the time being. }:>

I went climbing on Monday and bits of my body are still irritated by that. I may have pulled something in my back, but I can't really figure out what. Nothing has that sharp tug of a pulled muscle, and the spot where it hurts just feels like it's in need of a good rub. But when I try to clasp my hands behind my back my right arm very nearly can't do it.

Climbing is pretty rad. }:> I always come away feeling sore and stronger. }:> I think it's super cool cause to do it well I only have to be as strong as I have to be. I only have to be able to haul my own weight, I don't have to struggle against anything other than gravity. It totally doesn't matter how much better or worse someone else is, there isn't really much to competeing against them (though there are rock climbing competitions) but when I see an eight year old climbing a tougher route than the ones I do, it's no big deal cause they only have to be as strong enough as they have to be....

I'm a 5.8ish climber per the Yosemite way of figuring things, though there are still some 5.7 routes that I have a lot of trouble on. But at the Rock Gym, in Signal Hill, the guys that build the routes have a fucked up sense of humor. Squire agrees.

Squire turned me onto climbing and we do it about once a week. He's about a 5.9, 5.10- climber.

Part of the trouble I have is that I occasionally need to be two inches taller and sometimes I need to not have knees. On Monday I slipped off my right foot at one point and it really pulled bad at my hip. Later on I was trying to go for a really high step with my left foot in a crack. My foot slipped and I ended up slamming my knee into the wall (the left knee). Then later, I slipped again (there is a lot of slipping in this sport, especially when you're as klutzy as me) and could only hold on with my arms. I'm proud that I don't always let go of the wall anymore when I would otherwise fall. Sometimes I can have both hands on good holds and, if I lose my footing, I just haul myself up until I put my feet somewhere useful.

But sometimes falling and not letting go is bad. Which is why my right arm is annoyed with my. My shoulder was in a bad way yesterday from when I nearly wrenched it out of the socket cause it wouldn't let go of a rock. Good survival instinct, I guess, but a) I had a secure rope system and b) I wanted to play pool the next day!

Those are the major hurts one faces. Also there's the chance for general scratches, my hands, knees and calves regularly get scraped on the wall. On the hands the fingertips are most likely to suffer as well as that delicate skin just about the cuticle. It sounds kinda wussy to complain about it, but the way that I type it can get to bugging me, sometimes. Also the way you fall can also be bad, because you might set to swinging really wildly, which means you are as likely to go crashing into the wall back (and head) first as one of your sides. Sticking out your hand might help a little, but when you're on an incline, you're just as well off grabbing for your belayer's rope. Of course, if you're the belayer, you have to hope that you don't get dragged off your feet if the climber does that.....

Wow Billy isn't hear yet....

Hmm After climbing we hung out at Squire's apartment for a little bit and flipped on the tube. Squire has a deep-seated fear of being at his apartment without having the TV on. Occasionally it ticks me off because it *has* to be on when I'm over and I don't really have a tactful way to ask that we do something *together* as opposed to ignoing each other. But anyway. pairs figure skating was on. He immediately went off about how it just isn't a sport and shouldn't be on the Olympics...blah...blah...blah... I already knew the arguement and mostly agreed...but he wouldn't let it go. I suspect he expected me to argue with him. but there's nothing to argue really. The whole "controversy" just shows how subjective it is and how one person can think something is really rad and everyone else thinks they're crazy.

*shrug* I liked the Crow II. Bite me.

Also the touchy feely bullshit that I had to hear coming out the commentator's mouths was enough to make me want to swear off figure skating for ever, and I *like* watching it. The just couldn't, just COULD NOT stop babbling about what a cruel joke this was and how wrong it was, to say just a quick, "hey, you know, those Russians aren't exactly, fly-by-night, one-shot talents. They got some serious mojo, their routine was tougher, so even though they made some mistakes, they also took a lot more chances than the Canadians." Not a single mention about what the Russians *did* earn for themselves. Just Scott Hamilton babbling about being embarrassed for his sport.

So I'm a Russian-phile. }:P sue me. When they dance it's like magic and I think they have a genetic predisposition toward artistic beauty. }:P

arg... I'm getting hungry. Hope the boy is okey. silly traffic.

hmm the album ended and Jukebox moved onto Machines of Loving Grace (self-titled). I think I'll leave them on, but I was sorta going for floaty zen-type stuff. If you can call Tori floaty....

Anyway, so Tuesday I went to hang out in Santa Monica with Squire and Jupiter, who I haven't hung out with in AGES. We ate at Yankee Doodle's which would have been really nice if I hadn't paid too much for the Tater skins that were dryer than my shoes and if it hadn't been so darned loud. The Lakers were playing the Wizards and for a while there the Wizards were beating the pants off of the Lakers. Wonder how it would have gone if Shaq were playing. Except that I don't care cause I don't like him. Asshole.

I actually don't know how the game ended... hang on, I'll find out. The guy who sits next to me is a sports nut, he says that the Lakers won by 14 points. shucks... Also, apparently Shaq will be out for another fourish games cause he hurt his toe. I was hoping he was stil suspended. Asshole.

okie, boy is here. }:> bye!