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Name: susanna, susi, sheri crow
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Birthday: 6/28/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: jesus christ. my family. my little ani-kins. my friends. reading. poetry. Shakespeare. music. THE ARTS. people. sitting on my deck at night with a glass of wine or bottle of beer & cigarettes and A. a friend or two to hang out with and talk to; B. Katrusi & her laptop and a good movie (nothing like watching a movie under the stars); C. my journal; D. the phone (with Sarabi, Katti, or Rachel on the other end of the line); E. a good book; F. my cds and player, an oil lamp and my mix tape/cd notebook, or simply G. the full moon and a sky full of stars. hanging out with mom. decorating my room and bathroom. cleaning up my room (and bathroom...). dancing through a thunderstorm (and puddle-hopping). loving people. observing people. a great conversation. encouraging those around me. waterdeep. the piano (too bad i can't really play it...). bead curtains and shiny, sparkly colorful objects. austria (german). my church peeps. my starbucks peeps. redemption. beauty. life. this glorious life.
Expertise: coffee, listening, hugs, writing melodramatic poetry, singing harmony, speaking german, and interpreting guys' behavior in relation to any girl but myself.
Occupation: Supervisory
Industry: Retail
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Posies23
Member Since:
5/29/2004
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so apparently, i am assuming too much coffee knowledge on behalf of my readers (i know, i know, not everyone can be a superduper, astoundingly cool barista...) so, for those who are a bit confused: THIS is a french press/presspot.
**end edit**
so every time i log in here, this site looks more and more like myspace/facebook. that kind of pisses me off. i have a myspace. i have a facebook (and yes, i still don't really understand them, although i get facebook way better than i get myspace). i don't need ANOTHER site like that. i miss the simplicity of xanga. you'd think xanga'd realize it could never compete with those sites as one of those sites. it's a weblog. come on, xanga, just be what you were meant to be.
in other news, i'm wondering if maybe i'll write more in here, now that no one in the world will be reading this anymore due to my total absence from here for about a billion years. i don't know. i look back at stuff i've written, and i think, "man, this used to come easy for me. i used to really enjoy this." but maybe it's just had its day for me, and that's over now. or maybe not. i don't know.
in more other news, i should be asleep right now. i have to go downtown to an ansel adams exhibit with my photography class (which, granted, will be cool), and i need to be awake in a few short hours. and tomorrow's gonna be a long day, since i have to come home and finish laundry and pack and get directions and make sure i have all the textbooks and crap that i need to take with me and then i have to drive for two or three hours to capon springs, WV, for the annual grace dc church retreat. (i can't wait to be there. it's the getting there that's gonna be tiring) (also, that was an intentionally ridiculous run-on sentence. because i can. because i'm an english major. therefore any mistakes are intentional and artistically licensed. ha!)
for the past two years, i have been the Girl Who Brings Butt-Loads of Starbucks Coffee And French Presses To The Retreat, Thereby Saving The Otherwise Critically Uncaffeinated Retreaters From The Murky Hot Water That Is Capon Springs' "Coffee". i fully plan to continue living up to my traditional role. i am experiencing some technical difficulties, however. my dad and i are in the midst of the War of the Unwashed French Presses. as in, he has decided that if i do not clean them out immediately, he will abscond away with them and hide them in unknown regions of the house. now, i know, i know, it shouldn't be that hard to clean up after myself. however, sometimes i just don't have time RIGHT after i use the pots. things come up. and sometimes i just plain forget. and i'm working on that. but the problem is that while i've been attempting to remember not to leave the presspots out, anyway, my vast army of presses has been picked off and taken hostage one by one, to the point that the only remaining press (due to an unethical capture of my last large press after a family dinner when the press was used, not for my own personal purposes, but for communal purposes) is a teeny tiny press that actually belongs to mom and makes about a teaspoon of coffee. this is not helpful. one teaspoon split among 30-40 people does not go very far. complicating the matter further is the fact that my parents are out of town. the likelihood of dad surrendering his POWs for the weekend, under strict oath to return them to their prisons after the weekend, is actually pretty good. HOWEVER, the likelihood of general dad revealing his ueber-secret, ultra-classified, tip-top-secret prison sites (which would be necessary, since he cannot release the prisoners himself) is far less promising. i have between now and five p.m. tomorrow to negotiate terms. we'll have to see. in the meantime, i am going to attempt sleep immediately, as soon as i finish reading the episode recaps for season two of house, m.d.
--susi
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| that a writer can have nothing to say? but that's the thing. i really haven't had anything to say here for what, a year now? and the thing i can't figure out is, what changed? maybe to some extent it's that i've gotten out of the habit. maybe to some extent, getting disillusioned with online stuff. but that reason can't hold a lot of water anymore, since i finally succumbed, not only to myspace but facebook and msn AND an online game. even if i'm a bit irregular about the first three. so what gives? it's not like nothing's going on in my life. lots has been going on for quite a while. did i just get so behind i don't know where to start? maybe. i don't know. all i know is, i sign on here and see the same freakin' entry that's been there for a decade getting stale and worn around the edges, and lord knows I'M sick of looking at it. so the only solution is to post SOMETHING. but every time i've logged in until this moment, i've contemplated posting for a moment, then signed right back out. what gives?
--susi
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| so my coworkers adam and cathy were working the other morning. i know. exciting stuff. anyway, adam was ringing people up, and cathy was in the middle of brewing up another batch of coffee. so this guy comes up to the register and orders a venti coffee. cathy overhears him order it and, being right by the coffee pots, tells adam, "venti coffee? i can get that for you." so adam rings the man up, while cathy pours his coffee. walking over to the counter, she holds out the cup and says, "venti coffee?" the man looks and her and then spits out menacingly, "is that decaf?" "oh, no, i'm sorry, sir, i didn't know you wanted decaf..." "I DON'T!" he snaps, then snatches the cup out of her hand and storms off. some people really should drink coffee at home before allowing themselves to interact with the public. good grief. --susi | | |
| i'm just really really lazy. and i'm still really really lazy. because this is all i'm going to write right now. well, ok, one more thing: i don't get myspace. i have one. i got one so i'd get it, but i still haven't gotten it yet. i don't get it. --susi p.s. my, my, xanga has changed a lot. what the hell are tags? | | |
| if you want to hear from me during the next month, you'd be better off checking out http://www.susiandsaraontheroad.blogspot.com.
peace out, y'all,
--susi
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