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May 14th, 2009
07:30 pm - Yay me
I will be receiving my associates degree (with Honors) on Thursday, May 21.
Yay me.
Now on to the bachelor's.
And some time this summer trying to catch up with writing, publishing, friends I've been completely neglecting...:)
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November 23rd, 2008
12:26 am - Only like three more weeks
left in this semester.
Thank *goodness*.
19 credit hours. 6 courses, of which 4 were online. Never, never, again.
And I'm so behind in Spanish.....
It is a good thing I have that nice 27 credit hours worth of a 4.0 cushion from last year. Because I won't be getting no 4.0 this semester.
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November 8th, 2008
10:16 pm - RIP, Molly The Cat
Molly died Wednesday night.
Molly was technically my parents' cat, but since I've been living here for more than 2 years she was my cat as well. Which also fits with her personality: she was everybody's cat. Even if she'd never met you, if you had a warm lap and a hand willing to scritch, she was your cat :). We always said that she was the cat that thinks she's a dog :D.
Molly had a tumor, on the base of one of her hind legs, near her hip. After some bullshit from the local vet, my parents asked my sister (whose best friend does cat rescue) to find out what vet said best friend uses. Mom took Molly to that vet. He said the lump was definitely cancerous, and they made plans to operate, later this month. However, the vet said that when they got Molly in, they would first do chest xrays to see if the cancer had spread.
Obviously, it had.
Tuesday, Molly came up in my room. She was fine Tuesday, seemingly, but coming up to my room was fairly unusual (though not unprecedented). She hung out for a few hours while I did my homework, begging for scritches. I'm grateful for that.
She was sick all Wednesday. At some point, she went down to the basement (where her litter box was). The other cat, Elmo, the antisocial one, came up to the first floor and cried, repeatedly, at my Dad, until he got up and went to the basement. There he found Molly dead on the floor.
I'm gonna miss her. She was the most people friendly cat I've ever seen. Her favorite lap was the one that belonged to anyone sitting in my father's recliner. If that wasn't Dad, it was usually one of my kids :). They're going to miss Molly as much as anyone.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/sad.gif) sad
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October 23rd, 2008
09:37 pm - The mystery
What mystery is that? That would be the Why Is Frank In So Much Pain He's Popping Percocet mystery.
We first thought kidney. It felt like kidney. It *still* feels like kidney. They first checked me for stones, of which I have a history. No dice; well, I have them but I pretty much always have them and these are completely nonobstructive...and only obstructive ones cause any problems and nonobstructive ones *certainly* would never cause Percocet Pain.
Next was blood tests and piss in a cup, to check for kidney infections and such. All negative.
So, what? Apparently it's NOT my kidney. Muscular? Back? Hip? Well, I think the pain a little high to be my hip, but who the fuck knows?
Now I need Xrays.
My doc asked me, "Think of the worst pain you've even been in in your life, which I'm guessing is your worst kidney stone." I agreed. "OK, Call that 10. On a scale of one to 10, what's this pain?"
"Fourteen."
And now this fourteen scale popping Percocet pain might be a back muscle. Yeah, back muscles heal *so* easily. Fuck.
Current Location: Hell
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/sick.gif) sick
Current Music: Fuck music
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October 1st, 2008
10:17 am - Thanks guys
I'll have no problem getting The Kid her birthday guitar. Thanks again. Enjoy the books.
After her bday, I'll post a pic of her with axe :)
-Frank
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September 25th, 2008
02:36 am - Book Two!
is available on Lulu.
This one's a little bit more expensive than book one because, to my surprise, it's 100 pages longer. I thought 1 was going to be the longest (3 will definitely be the shortest). Anyhow, it's 22 bucks.
Now, I meant to get this done a week ago before kidney stones and homework set me back, so I'm NOT leaving enough time for my plea, but I'm going to make my plea anyway. Anyone who purchases the book before 9/30 will be contributing to the "Frank's daughter wants a guitar for her 13th birthday" fund, so it'll be well appreciated :)
It's here.
http://www.lulu.com/content/4222321
And if you haven't gotten Book One that's also still available for the low low price of twenty american bucks!
http://www.lulu.com/content/2786897
Thanks all,
Frank
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September 19th, 2008
03:20 pm - Arrggghhhhh
Fucking kidney stones.
And this one's so bad, I did something I never do...called the Doc for something stronger than Advil.
So, now, after I picked them up and picked my girls up I can take one.
Percocet, take me a way.
arrrgggghhhhh.....fucking hurts like hell to *breathe*....fucking things.....
Current Mood: sick
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August 16th, 2008
August 2nd, 2008
04:59 am - Songs that knock you out
Heard this for the second time this week on my local Adult Alternative station. It's by a guy named Matt Nathanson, who works out of San Fransisco but actually grew up in Boston :-). This thing is *gorgeous*, and if you want to hear it he's got it up on his myspace page at http://www.myspace.com/mattnathanson. But I'll share the lyrics, which I would've cut off my left testicle to have written :-). It's called "Come On Get Higher".
I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water
If i could tell you whats next
Make you believe
Make you forget
So come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you whats next
Make you believe
Make you forget
So come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the pull of your heart
I taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils and god when you come on
Hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on....
(sing shaa la la la laa
Ouuu)
So come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me
Drown me in love
It's all wrong
It's all wrong
It's all wrong, its so right
Come on get higher
Come on and get higher
Because everything works love
Because everything works in your arms
There's a story in there. Well, there's probaly one that hits a wee bit too close to home :-) but there's also one that's purely fiction. I just have to find it!
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June 25th, 2008
12:38 pm - The First Book!
Dance of a Lifetime, Book One, is now available on Lulu. The price is 20 bucks (American, of course)
Book Two will hopefully be available soon, and Three after that. They won't be any more than 20 bucks and might be a little less, because I think One is going to have the highest page count.
Because of the 'adult' content :-) it's available through Direct Sale, which means if you want to buy it, go here:
http://www.lulu.com/content/2786897
-Frank
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June 14th, 2008
12:11 am - So, I finally
...got my grades for spring semester.
4.0 again.
2 semesters, 4.0 cumulative.
I friggin' rock :-)
Current Mood: accomplished
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May 24th, 2008
04:15 am - Wolpertinger's music meme thingy
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 15 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!
Step 6: Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
OK, so I opened Winamp and loaded the 'music' folder on my little portable hard drive into a playlist.
I have almost thirteen *thousand* songs in Winamp right now. This ought to be interesting :-D
1. The best things in life are free Barret Strong and/or The Beatles, "Money" ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) buddhamike and gary_jordan
2. I left the north, I traveled south
3. Well the streelights shine, down on Blessing Avenue
4. Come out Virginia, don't make me wait Billy Joel, "Only the Good Die Young", wolpertingers
5. This mellow, sweet, short-haired boy, woman offers pull up a seat
6. If it's a temporary lull
7. Speed along the highway, honey I want it my way
8. This happened once before, when I came to your door "No Reply," The Beatles, gary_jordan
9. One lonely eye faces the queen
10. Well I'm running down the road trying to loosen my load "Take It Easy," The Eagles, buddhamike and gary_jordan
11. I don't mind you coming here, wasting all my time "Just What I Needed," The Cars, buddhamike
12. Don't get smart or sarcastic
13. I know that it's getting late
14. I was talking with a friend of mine, said a woman had hurt his pride "Don't Do Me Like That," Tom Petty, buddhamike
15. Standing at the airport, looking down the strip
hmm....a lot of these are *really* easy :-)
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May 10th, 2008
03:59 pm - May 10th, 1968
My brother Patrick would have been 40 today.
*sigh*
My mother, who is a breast cancer survivor, does a cancer walk every
year. This year, she and some of her co-workers are doing it in honor
of Patrick. They're getting tee-shirts made up (she's going to get one
made up for me, although I can't do the walk because it's 6.5 miles
and my knee wouldn't make it a mile :-).)
Anyhow, the teeshirts are going to be tie-died (as close as they could
get to my brother's ever-present plaid shirts :-)). On the front, it's
going to say "In memory of Patrick Downey, May 10, 1968-October 20,
2007."
On the back? Well, Patrick was a complete, total, Star Wars nut. As a
kid, he even had all the toys (I think there's still a Millenium
Falcon in the attic somewhere!). So, on the back?
"May the Force be with you,"
He'd like that :-)
Current Mood: melancholy
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March 4th, 2008
01:56 am - The movie quote meme
from buddhamike
I tend to like really quotable movies, so a lot of these are probably easy as hell :-) Anyhow...
1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
1. "Also, I sleep in the nude. Au buffo. Winter and summer rain or snow with the window open and because I may have to go to the potty or to the fridge in the middle of the night and because I don't want to put on jammies which I do not own in the first place... unless you're looking for a quick thrill or your daughter an advanced education I would keep my door closed."
2. "There's only two things I do well, sweetheart, and skating's the other one."
3. "Why I make more money than...than...than Calvin Coolidge! Put together!"
4. "Here. It's all right here in my noodle. The rest is just scribbling. Scribbling and bibbling, bibbling and scribbling."
5. "Well, Nuke's scared because his eyelids are jammed and his old man's here. We need a live... is it a live rooster? We need a live rooster to take the curse off Jose's glove and nobody seems to know what to get Millie or Jimmy for their wedding present. Is that about right? We're dealing with a lot of shit."
6. "Well, love is a gift, a lot of people don't remember that. So, you two better brace yourselves for a whole lotta ugly comin' at you from a never-ending parade of stupid."
7. "The King's stinking son fired me, and thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject. While you're at it, why don't you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it? We're closed."
8. "You're rather attractive for a beautiful girl with a great body."
9. "We have pictures of you so-called mooners. And just because the pictures aren't of your faces doesn't mean we can't identify you. At this very moment those pictures are on their way to Washington where the FBI has experts in this type of identification. If you turn yourselves in now, you may escape a Federal charge."
10. "Is it to be at every meal, or merely at dinnertime, that you intend on leading us all through this rare and wonderful new world of... indigestion? "
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March 2nd, 2008
12:53 pm - Sick sick sick
That would be me.
Throwing up all night, temp of 101. Ergh. Somebody just shoot me.
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February 24th, 2008
01:06 pm - memage
From mythicwarrior:
The instructions:
Fill this out about your senior year of high school.
Repost it with name of high school and the year you graduated.
My high school = St. John's Preparatory School
My graduating year = 1982
1. Did you date someone from your school?
No, I'm straight. It was an all-male school :-)
2. What kind of car did you drive?
This hand-me-down Plymouth Volare wagon!
3. It's Friday night...where are you?
Usually working
4. Were you a party animal?
Nope.
5. Were you considered a flirt?
Again; all-male school :-)
6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?
We didn't have quite that. We had a small group that played at Chapel services for holidays, I was in that.
7. Were you a nerd?
Oh goodness yes.
8. Did you get suspended/expelled?
nope. I was a good boy :-)
9. Can you sing the fight song?
I don't know if we have an 'official' fight song. The unoffical one--the one we actually sang at the football games--was "When The Saints Go Marching In." So, yes, I can sing it :-).
10. Who were your favorite teachers?
Mr Sutcliffe for Bio, and Mr. Hussey for Calculus
11. Where did you sit during lunch?
Our dining hall, a separate building, was two-tiered. The kitchen and where you got your food was in the middle, and two dining areas on either side. I sat in the left dining area, up against the right wall, in the back. Me, Crash, Higgsie, Benny, Dec, Ski, and sometimes a few others :-)
12. School mascot?
GO EAGLES!
13. Homecoming court?
Didn't have one.
14. If you could go back and do it again, would you?
I'd want to go back further.
15. What do you remember most about graduation?
It was outside on the football field under a tent (just in case it rained, which it didn't)
16. Where did you go senior skip day?
Senior skip day? At *that* school? Did I want to get expelled two weeks before graduation? Nope, there is no Senior Skip Day at SJP, not if you want to get your diploma!
17. Were you in any clubs?
No
18. Have you gained some weight since then?
Way too much
19. Who was your Senior prom date?
Ann Burke
20. Are you planning on going to (or did you go to) your 10 year reunion?
I went to the 5, 10, and 20. Did not go to the 25 because of my brother's death and funeral.
21. Who was your home room teacher?
There were no home rooms at SJP
22. Did you play any sports?
Nope. I was a true nerd :-)
23. Do you still talk to people from school?
A few, yes.
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February 22nd, 2008
04:10 pm - So....
There's a blizzard outside and I have to go to work in an hour and a half.
And they need me to go in because half the staff already called in.
And I just shoveled and my back hurts.
That is all :-)
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February 19th, 2008
11:00 am - The opposite of love
It has been posited, most memorably by Scipio in Summer Camp Book 2, that the opposite of love is indifference. It is not hate. Hate and love are two sides of the same coin. It is indifference.
So, here I am, waiting to pass into indifference. I'm not there yet. Right now it's hate. Bone-deep, irrational, wild-eyed, if I saw you on the street I'd spit in your face, *hate*.
I have reasons. I could enumerate said reasons. Enumerating them would not make these reasons *important*, because, in the grand scheme of things, they are not. Knowing this, however, is not helping me make them go away.
I don't like being stuck in hate. It's not healthy. But, as the coach of my favorite football team is wont to say, "It is what it is." And this is what it is.
So, here I am. Stuck in hate. Waiting to pass into indifference. And vaguely sick to my stomach.
I need to go write a happy love story, I think. Even if all my happy love stories seem to be permanently consigned to the world of fiction *wry grin*.
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February 17th, 2008
02:51 am - Happy Birthday Alienor!
...many more and all that :-)
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February 11th, 2008
03:28 pm - Ah, college.
I got this letter in my college email in-box. Went something like this:
On February 14th, Health Services will be holding its annual Kisses and Condoms event. Stop by one of our tables for complimentary Hershey's Kisses, Condoms, and important health information.
Reaction 1: I really am too old for this whole college thing
Reaction 2: Waitaminnit. I work at a pharmacy. You can't be giving away condoms, that cuts into my business!
Reaction 3: Hmmm. The cute chicks in my store buying condoms are always with a guy. But maybe if they're free, I can go hang around the tables and see if any cute chicks are grabbing some just for the hell of it.
Reaction 4: Ah, they'd probably be too young for you anyway.
Ah, college. At 43. Such fun.
:-)
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