shut up christine


Sunday, February 24, 2013
      ( 12:55 AM ) shut up christine  

they arrested a suspect for my cousin's murder

i looked him up
i googled his name, his facebook page.
oh god

is it possible to have compassion for this person, who may have tortured, brutally mutilated, murdered a family member?
is it possible to see the good in him
is it possible to forgive

i don't know

everything we have ever done in life prepares us for these questions
we will spend the rest of our lifetime trying to answer
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Saturday, February 23, 2013
      ( 11:30 PM ) shut up christine  
we've had a few cold nights this winter
i know that "california cold" is not even cold, but when we're lying in bed and we can see our breath, it feels cold dangit 

because we're too cheap to turn on the heater, we bundle up at night.  there were a couple weeks when he wore three pairs of sweats to bed, a detail that makes us feel simultaneously douchebaggy and vastly grateful.
there are homeless people literally a few hundred yards from our door,  yet we have a bed, and warm clothes and blankets, and a roof over our heads. reality check, son

one morning i woke up with mittens on my hands
makoto had put them on me while i was sleeping

that's all.

dear me,
please remember these things
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Saturday, February 16, 2013
      ( 11:32 PM ) shut up christine  

for valentine's day makoto took me to vegas!

in the end i lost $145 of his money and i hate myself for it :(
gambling makes me sad and stressed. lesson learned

but makoto had more luck and was able to recoup some of my losses
also we brought home three dozen vegan donuts from ronald's, a hole-in-the-wall mom & pop shop off the strip
makoto rarely gets to indulge like this since vegan pastries around here at home are usually super expensive or weird tasting.  ronald's donuts taste just like regular donuts, which is something i take for granted (since i'm not vegan and i can get donuts anywhere) but it's a big deal to makoto 

on 2/11 i jogged 4.5 miles and yesterday we walked maybe 5-6 miles in vegas but i don't know for sure so i won't include it in my cumulative tally.  the donuts negate it anyway

cumulative:  8.5 miles
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Saturday, February 09, 2013
      ( 12:13 AM ) shut up christine  
i only ran 2 laps around the track at the park
i wore shorts and wasn't prepared for such cold windy weather so we left

but i did complete about 4 hours of housework and i'm exhausted.  cleaning is definitely a workout
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Thursday, February 07, 2013
      ( 11:30 PM ) shut up christine  
i asked makoto to get me chocolate for valentine's day
he got me a 1 pound box from see's candies (i went with him and hand picked each piece HAH)

and then i ate them for dinner.  and also breakfast.  FINISHED IT

girlfriennnnnnnd
i am ashamed

freakin 3600 calories of no nutritional value

to make up for it i shall exercise diligently and log my progress here for one month
(i find that i try to do longer distances when i have to report it to someone)


today:
barefoot jogged/walked 4 miles at the beach (jogging on sand burns more calories right?)
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Wednesday, February 06, 2013
      ( 4:00 AM ) shut up christine  
menses

i'm not going to pretend it doesn't happen.
something changes the week before (and during) my period.  this is fact.
i get moody and emotional.  and i say weird, messed up things for no reason

i'm going to break all of Pickles legs. i'm going to snap them in half, one by one.  then i'm going to put her in a cardboard box, tape it up, drive to the pier and throw the box into the ocean

i am secure enough as a woman to admit, in writing, on a public platform, that i say stuff like this when i am angry for no reason.
judging me?  go f yourself  (see!  feeling so angry & confrontational right now)

ps obviously i'm not really going to hurt my cat
pps  this post was quite candid.  i feel vulnerable
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Monday, February 04, 2013
      ( 1:05 AM ) shut up christine  
insecurities of an 11 year old

in sixth grade we made masks
we smeared our faces in vaseline then a partner fashioned wet strips of plaster across our foreheads, mouths, noses, cheeks
we let them dry a bit then delicately peeled our masks off

it wasn't until all the hardened masks sat collectively atop a classroom table that i froze, mortified

we hadn't painted them yet, they were all white
but one mask stuck out like a sore thumb
i knew it was mine
it was at least twice as large as all the others.  big and round, like jupiter.  and all the other masks were its orbiting moons

that awkward moment when you realize how huge your face is

many tearful nights were spent demanding reasons from god. why? why was my face so abnormally large??


funny what we remember about sixth grade

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Sunday, February 03, 2013
      ( 7:10 PM ) shut up christine  
i tried to take up Insanity again.  after 6 minutes my calves painfully cramped and i couldn't point my toes for days, or walk unless my knees were bent

i know it's just a matter of putting in the work.
to become stronger, some pain is necessary 

but i wonder
if anyone has died from this



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