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Ha, so, the post I made before my new-year post was actually a post of goal-ish type things, so let's look back and see how I did:
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Dear Grandma,

Stop being racist.


Also, wait for a response after knocking BEFORE you open my door. This will lead to far fewer "Alex has no pants on!" awkward moments.

Irritatedly yours,


Dear world,

I dare you to live chemical-free. I double-dog-dare-you.

No love,


Dec. 2nd, 2009 11:10 pm
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You know how sometimes people on your friends list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute. Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they dating HIM/HER? Since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you should already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.

Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One-Word-Answers seldom help anyone out.

1. First name: Alessandra. Or Alex or Ali but the full name is Alessandra, note the double-S-no-X spelling. ;)

2. Age: 25. I rang it in with a pretty spectacular murder mystery/cocktail party, if I do say so myself.

3. Location: Brampton, Ontario. It's part of the Greater Toronto Area, for those of you who may not know such things. ;)

4. Occupation: Receptionist drone for a private mortgage company. If you have any questions about mortgages, I'm probably a good person to ask.

5. Partner: Three, primarily Patrick.

6. Kids: Nope. Don't have 'em, don't want 'em.

7. Siblings: Three half-siblings. Katie (20) on my mother's side, and Lauren (19 today) and Eddie (17) on my dad's side. Usually if I'm talking about my sister, I mean Katie, because I see her waaaaaaaaaay more often than the other two.

8. Pets: Three cats. In order of age: Zoe (Bitchy McBitcherson, unless you're going to turn on her shower [the kitchen sink]), Zack (Captain Submissive) and his topping-from-the-bottom gay lover, Zander.

Yes, they all start with Z. We're twee like that.

9. 3 biggest things going on in my life:

A) I hate my job with a fiery passion. It has a lot of nice things going for it - good pay, they're pretty flexible about when I show up - but there is a lot to be desired. Like not evicting pregnant women or 75-year-old men who had one NSF fee cascade into losing their house. However, I think I am more or less resolved in my plan to go back to school yes, that is for the third time, shut up shut up shut up.

B) I just finished writing an erotic story. Partly because I promised Jen (even if I was late despite having like half a year to finish it) and partly because yay, porn.

C) Christmas shopping. I am buying Patrick a robot. I'll probably put up my wishlist shortly, but I'm not expecting anything from those of you who read this.

10. Parents: Yvonne & Claudio, who respectively remarried Russ and Terry. My parents were total jocks and totally driven and kind of fearless as far as I can tell, which makes me suspect I am adopted. ;)

11. Some of my closest friends are: not around enough *punches [ profile] mysticjuicer and [ profile] mistress_gwen*. *ahem* I mean... you know who you are.

Other options to finish that sentence: NERDS, lovable, studying for exams, working too hard, and awesome.
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My sister had gone to live with our (favorite shared) aunt and uncle in the States for several years for school. It wasn't dog grooming, but it was similar - not something "intellectual" but rather more practical and physical. Towards the end of her schooling, I went to visit her.

While my aunt and uncle have always lived in beautiful homes as far as I can remember, this was... rather ridiculous. They've never lived on a waterfront, let alone in something that could almost be called a biodome. Water surrounded their house, and green-grey stucco walls that flowed. We had to cross a pier to reach their door. The stucco needed painting and they told us that we could work on that later.

On the way across, I found a book comparing my aunt and my sister. I read the first few pages, which were about my aunt, accompanied by my sister's renditions of my aunt's high school years. In these pages, my aunt played basketball and was involved in many sports, while also being quite talented scholastically. (I have no idea if this is true of my aunt, though it is true of my mother.)

The four of us went for a walk. My uncle pointed out that they had had their phone number changed to a much simpler 514-543-5453. We laughed about this. (That is a Quebec area code. However 314 is a valid Missouri area code, though I have no idea if it is theirs and suspect it is not.)

We went through a stroll downtown (visually it was through suburbia). I said that maybe I would come live with them for a few years and take my postgraduate courses in St. Louis. Escape from my reality for a while. They could build me a tiny little cottage all to myself! Then we returned home to deal with the stucco.

We painted for a while, but eventually my uncle became frustrated. I suggested turning off the water and holding the fish in the lake elsewhere for a while until the painting could be done properly, but my aunt encountered problems with the fish and the idea was aborted for the day.

I started to read the book about my sister in more depth. It started with a review of my sister's artwork. It started with anime-style pictures, mostly of her, then drifted into pictures of cat-people, then animal-people as a whole (bear people and skunk people - mostly men - featured prominently). Eventually there was a strong slash component to the art.

Then the book turned into more of a journal on my sister's part. She talked about how she loved the beauty of the Vatican, "but it always felt too masculine to me. It wasn't until I discovered the beauty of eggs that my spiritual development began. I became arrested by eggs." (My sister, for the record, doesn't talk like this and would probably need me to explain what the hell that meant.) This was followed by some egg-designs, like Faberge eggs.

A brief flash-forward (or, I suppose, thoughts within the dream) where I was giving a speech at my sister's funeral. I would talk about how my sister loved eggs where I loved roses, and how these two things were combined in the anime Utena as symbols, and how the chick has to break the world's shell... and then my dream-within-a-dream-mother chastised me that talking about anime at a funeral wasn't right, but all I could think was that it was something we had shared.

(Thank you, Nanami.
Also, both those symbols are pretty tied to womanhood/femininity.
Also, my sister and I are both atheists, possibly agnostic-leaning atheist in my sister's case.)

The journal went on, this time with an entry about how our aunt had let her redesign the bathroom. She had chosen cream, grey, a pale green and a darker green. It was actually pretty beautiful.

I woke up about there. I wanted to go back to sleep to see if I could learn more about my sister, but I was afraid of losing... this, whatever the hell this is.


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