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August 4th, 2009
03:25 pm
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July 23rd, 2009
10:53 pm
52week low:7.06
Limit Order, 17.25, GTC
ALL OR NONE LETS GET IT BABY YEAH
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July 19th, 2009
04:48 pm
Professional window watcher.
Not to be confused with window washer, oh no.
The thought of tackling the waist to ceiling windows with today’s newspaper and generic blue fluid would elicit a deep sigh if I considered it a probable task. Instead I watch them gather the remnants of passing weather systems, dried water spots left to collect the dust of human existence and our dirty technological advancements, and think nothing of the sort. Six to eight hours a day I stand behind them, ungratefully basking in the cool seventy degrees they afford me year round. And I watch through them. I watch the people and the lives they lead as they waltz across the half a block stage I can see from behind my bar, characters in the scenarios I create for them. This has been going on for five years now.
(Add another six months if I give in that time so long ago before they kicked me out the first time, which in all honesty I can barely remember anymore.)
The daily drive for this pleasure is a good half hour longer than what I should be taking, if I would have given in to the powers that sign my checks. Flimsy excuses lasted me the extra three months so I could hold out and transfer to watch through these windows, rather than the cement -to -mall rooftop monstrosities that would surely never keep me safe from the mass consuming hordes that frequent Ward Parkway. Or stray bullets, whichever. The same sort of flimsy excuses have kept me safe here at 39th street, safe from straying outside to the real world of hour lunch breaks, 8am commutes. And small, distant, boring, blinds-covered windows.
A shirt-less man enters the scene from stage left, his falsely confident stride bringing his sweaty man-back into my window-frame vantage point. His khaki cargo shorts sag just enough to let on that his tan extends only to his natural waist. His walk could have continued East down our busy street, so I could watch the sheen on his fat folded back through the windows as he left the set past the novelty shops and Mediterranean cafe.
No, today he granted me a small gift. Two, in fact.
Slowly and ever so slightly, indecisive but wanting to appear as if his walk was according to the script, he took the diagonal right in front of the majority of my windows. His pace lagged for a moment at the edge of the blacktop before he continued on. Diagonal right, leading to center stage. Covered with the weathered skin of a man nearly fifty, I imagined him as a rooftop specialist, a hard labor expert nailing shingles under the management of UVA and UVBs.
Then, there they were.
Taking the corner at such an angle, they came into my view slowly. His profile became apparent, and they appeared like unexpected Christmas presents coming into the view of a timid child tip-toeing in PJs down the stairs. I saw the right one first, and at thought surely that some combination of glare, inattentiveness, and boredom were once again blurring the lines between imagination and reality.
But, no. A small, smooth breast budded from his tan chest, the nipple pointing ever so slightly to the sky. It was a milky pale in comparison to his baked skin, and there was a matching B-cup twin emerging from his left pectoral as well. A woman of his demographic would be blessed with withered, sagging, downward looking breasts, but these were delicate ornaments belonging on a girl of no more than fifteen. My uncensored thoughts found my hands cupping their unlikely coolness and firm curves, reveling in their existence.
Then, he was gone.
Past the dumpster tagged with self-important political stickers and other sticky substances of unknown origin, my windows no longer offered a picture of his unlikely existence. Down the shaded residential street he walked, to demand his shirtless acceptance into our unsuspecting psyches.
I very nearly berated myself for thinking like a pervert, as I was now imagining myself caressing the soft skin under the bra of an innocent young girl. Two small gifts courtesy of the un-warranted bravery of the breasted man.
Then I reminded myself that the image in my head was in reality still an image of a sweaty, shirtless, fifty-ish construction worker who just happened to have perfect breasts.
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July 17th, 2009
01:01 am
Another win, best sandwich ever.
Rosemary Olive Oil Ciabatta, spread with mayo and feta, then filled with
zucchini, squash, red onions, and portobello that were tossed in balsamic/evoo/garlic/basil mix then grilled. Then I grilled the whole thing again and it was fucking ace.
I got a Foreman today on a whim because I read this
"recipe" online. For once an impulse purchase is turning out to be a useful expenditure.
I also got my passport photo taken, stopped by the bookstore to say hi to an old friend (although I failed at finding any sort of language book I could use), and got some fun stuff from Michaels.
I stole someone's hair clip idea, and strung black hemp rope through beads and metal and wood leaf designs and let it dangle from my hair. Reactions ranged from Dog the Bounty Hunter, to Pocahontas, to Geisha.
I'm happy with the turnout, regardless.
Started reading I. Aasimov today as well, so far I'm really amused with his personality and writing style. For some reason his biography jumped out at me when I was at the library, although I've only read one or two of his works before. They were short stories I picked up a long time ago and they didn't leave much of an impression then, I can't even remember the titles. Nonetheless, I'm excited to delve into this book.
I've recently discovered the convenience of logging in to my local library from the internet at home, and putting holds on books from other locations, then getting an email in a few days when the item is available for pickup locally. How sweet is that?? Our neighborhood library is very small, and I haven't frequented it in years because of the lack of selection. Technology, however, has just granted me access to any of the books from any of the library in the Mid-Continent system without having to traipse around the city!
Work tonight was fun as usual, I've really been loving it lately. We did however get pretty damn behind because we were both talking to much, lol. I love my store, customers, and co-workers... Its like getting paid to hang out sometimes.
Good Night =)
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July 13th, 2009
May 4th, 2009
06:58 pm
Today I am sparkling.
Residual human life force energy created from and fed by love and connection and the intensity of life zips and zags and criss crosses from synapses flinging excitable happiness bringing electric dreams and the thought that this is how it could be and should be and this is what can happen when you let go and cross the line not to finish but to begin as a hand reaches out and grasps you just in the nick of time holding fast and tight and pulling you faster and faster until the loose ends dangling and fluttering down to the side are only a distant memory lapping at the edges while everything synergizes and becomes and is and that is, what i found.
DMT.
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April 7th, 2009
05:21 am
The Chancellor, the Faculty
and
The Graduating Class
of
The University of Missouri - Kansas City
College of Arts and Sciences
Announce the Graduation of
Cheri Jean Sweaney
on
Friday, the Eighth of May
Two Thousand Nine
with a
Bachelor of Liberal Arts Degree
Commencement Ceremonies will be held at
The Frank A. Theis Park at 4:00 p.m.
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March 12th, 2009
February 22nd, 2009
January 26th, 2009
09:46 pm
I am dreading my writing class this week.
Last week's class was one of the most traumatizing events in my life.
Srsly it was teh suck.
Maybe I should begin by saying that on Tuesday night last week, I got drunk by myself, wallowing in ruby red grapefruit juice and cheap vodka. I woke up around 7am the next morning, which i often do after drinking too much, my body punishing me by not letting me sleep. It was right as I was trying to decide whether i should puke before trying to re-hydrate that I got a phone call from work wondering if I was planning on showing up.
Shit.
Forgot about the 8 hour shift I picked up. I ran out the door without so much as a glance in the mirror, and came in to work right before my district manager got there ready to review our entire store and pick us apart. Fantastic.
A small interlude between Starbucks and class to finish my homework, and then I headed off for the worst four hour class EVAR.
Two weeks ago we paired up and interviewed each other, with the assignment to write a profile of the other person. Not a huge deal. Ashley and I sat for nearly an hour and I mentioned a bit of my heartbreak issues, which she included in her profile. We had a pretty nice \"girl\" talk. Not a huge deal either. Then, last week, it turned that we were to sit in a huge circle and read our profiles of each other out loud.
Agh.
So there I sat with my twenty some odd classmates and our professor, as Ashley described her impressions of me, my life, my appearance, and what she called my "shambled love life." What she wrote was great, and most of it actually made me feel really good except for the acute embarrassment. Nearly twelve hours earlier I had staggered out the door without showering, putting on makeup, or washing my face. I was wearing tuesday's dirty outfit which included seriously unnattractive men's pants courtesy of my loving mother. And now my classmates were all staring at my still slightly hungover and very disheveled self as Ashley complimented my sense of style and trendy look.
Then the teacher decided to pick on her description of my love life using the word "shambles." He claimed it was an interpretation (bad) versus a summary (good.) So, there we were discussing the accuracy of Ashley's description of my purportedly "shambled" love life.
He asked her to read that part out loud again.
The teacher asked her things like, "Well, did (Cheri) actually *say* her love life was in a shambles?" Which, no I didn't. I spoke up and said her impression was correct, and I didn't understand how we were supposed to use adjectives to describe without crossing this line of what he called interpretation. I should have just kept my mouth shut, because the situation just got worse, turning into more of an argument, I don't even remember quite clearly because I was dying on the inside.
Then I finally blurted out that I told Ashley how I'd found the love of my life in bed naked with someone else last month. My classmates laughed awkwardly and shifted in their seats while I aired one of the single most painful things to ever happen to me. Ashley said that she felt that was too personal to include, and the professor said it would've been better to write about that. I agree with him there, good for writing. I guess I should've kept my mouth shut (noticing a theme here) when I talked to her, but for fuck's sake I didn't expect this to be read out loud and then turned in to a discussion focusing on the adjectives used to describe the most emotional part of my life.
"I know you are the professor and all, but I still think her use of the word was right."
I'm fairly certain these were my exact words.
GG, Cheri.
Then he had her re-read the part about how she could "see the pain in my eyes." He wanted her to say what "pain" in someone's eyes looked like. I turned to him, tears finally spilling over, face red and scrunched up with the effort from trying not to cry and said "THIS is what pain in someone's eyes looks like!" I asked if we could just go back to talking about this other girl's pierced nipples. Which then pissed that girl off.. "OHH nuh uh girl no you di-int just sayy that." Alright.
For the last forty five minute I hung my head over my spiral notebook pretending to be THINKING VERY HARD, and wondering if my tears and snot dripping in huge blobs all over my ballpoint notes were noticable. Probably. By then the strain of holding in my sobs and trying not to wipe away the itchy streams of mucus running in rivers down my face was causing my entire body to shake. The thought of any more attention being focused my direction was unbearable, and I was blocked in by chairs and classmates, I was glued to my chair.
Oh, and i'd been taking xanax regularly for the two previous weeks until that morning when I went to take one and realized they'd fallen out of my pocket.
Shitty luck.
Did I mention I'd also started my period the day before and felt like dying anyway?
Suck.
Class this week?
UGH.
Fuck.
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October 31st, 2008
04:32 pm
mayhem! dnb!
and...daria in there somewhere ;)
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October 29th, 2008
12:12 pm
Josh's Aunt Jen brought over some steaks and a bottle of wine for his birthday, so we could have a nice dinner!
How sweet of her =)
We had them for dinner last night, and it was DELECTABLE! (does anyone actually use that word seriously?)
Asparagus, salad, filets wrapped with bacon and cooked most excelently, and a yummy cabernet sauvignon.
Oh and good company ;)
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September 21st, 2008
07:55 pm
yay for weekends!
boo for working fifteen hours yesterday.
i got passes to go see "Flash of Genius" on thursday, and I took my mom and Josh's mom. It was a little slow, but I liked the story. Its a struggle I haven't spent much time considering. Its a fairly common joke, stealing ideas/patents, but for that to actually happen would be heartbreaking. Dr. Kearns' actions and will power must mean a lot to a lot of people...
I finally took Jackson to powerplay on friday to use his christmas giftcard, and i got in some much needed DDR time. lol.
yesterday was like bizarro starbucks land where nothing in my life existed outside of sbux, but at least the store i opened at was SO. SLOW. that my co-worker and I got to sit on the counter and actually do the entire KC star crossword puzzle.
i did try to go to the art fair between shifts and get some sausage on a stick but i couldn't find a parking spot so i slept in my car for an hour and a half instead.
yep.
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September 4th, 2008
03:27 pm
love
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/bitospud/courier/white/loved.gif) loved
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August 31st, 2008
03:01 pm
be safe
<3
if i prayed, i would be
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August 29th, 2008
05:06 pm
Well, life has completely changed from where I was six months ago.
I remember sitting there about that time thinking to myself that everything was going too smoothly, that everything had been the same for too long, imagining that very soon all that I knew in day to day life would be different.
Breaking up with Mike has been the most difficult thing I've ever done in my life. I am still struggling with residual feelings/anger/mistrust/broken heartedness, which is to be expected... I knew in my heart that we weren't right together, but that didn't keep me from loving him deeply. That made things even more unbearable when he treated me like he did. However, this opened me up for a much more promising relationship.
I transferred stores, which is a fairly big deal considering I was at 75th street for 3 years. I truly miss working there, not only my co-workers, but my customers... many from both groups I consider friends. My new store is in a much different kind of neighborhood, and I'm slowly adjusting. It has been hard finding my place there, but I already love it.
Undergrad is almost over. I only have 16 hours left to graduate, 13 of which I am taking this semester. I decided to take the final three in the spring semester, because then I will get another year's installment of tuition reimbursement. As much as I want to graduate in December, Its hard to turn down $750 in free money.
I am taking Philosophy of Law, Forensics, Trial Process, and a writing class. I plan a combination of my performance and interest in these classes and my LSAT scores from helping me decide on attending law school.
My final class will be online, and this will hopefully allow me to get my spring student loans in addition to reimbursement. I plan on this arrangement giving me to opportunity to go to New Zealand in April for Molly's wedding, and stay for a while... I'm looking for suggestions as to other places I should put on my itinerary, because I think this is my best chance to travel. I don't have rent to worry about, will have loan money, and I will have 80 vacation hours saved up by then. This will give me at least a month off of work without worrying about insurance eligibility.
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April 24th, 2008
10:21 am
SRSLY
$15.42 a share??
in light of recession and my impending medical bills, combined with the unfortunate travel of my box full of shoes to denver, i bought these:
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December 3rd, 2007
04:59 pm
"hi, i'm sorry but i'm very impatient, i've been on hold for a long time and i've already gone through all of these questions. i just want to cancel my xm radio account."
"ok, i'm sorry about that. what i'm going to do for you is lower your rate to 9.99 a month for the next three months"
"No, i just want to cancel my account."
"well, what i will do is give you the next three months absolutely free, and then at the end of the three months you may contact us again"
"NO, i said i want to CANCEL my account!"
"well, i'm sorry to hear that, please let us know if you are interested in renewing your subscription"
FAIL.
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November 30th, 2007
August 24th, 2007
11:00 am
oh, the shame!
i definitely took someone else's drink when i stopped at another starbucks yesterday.
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