fog.

I'm in a fog. I am stressed and worried and almost unreachable. I am feeling restless. I want to get out of things, do other things. I feel as if i am not achieving my full potential here. I feel as thought i can be more useful to the world. But how do i get there. How can i be content?

I am uncomfortable in my skin. Something is making me squirm and be not ok. I feel seperated, different than the rest. There is something in me that cringes at topics. Why am i jealous? Why am i frustrated? Just so much going on in me right now.

What's wrong with me? And how do i fix it?

witchcraft.

The Godmother, myself and Ali went to Salem on Sunday and it was such a blast. I feel that perhaps Salem wasn't exactly great, but the company was wonderful. We made it fun. There was butt smacking, mullet finding and dancing to Peruvian music. What could be better? Perhaps we'll make this a tradition.

Weekend schedule

Friday night:

• stop at radio shack to pick up a cable splitter so that I can close the window in my room and the window in the living room and perhaps reserve a little heat (I cuddled with the heating pad last night. Sure it was warm, but it was no man).

• meet up with Marian to go grocery shopping. We're picking up heavy items, such as potatoes. Also I will be buying my weekly dosage of fruit, veggies, and frozen meals. yum.

• back to clean. Something has exploded in my room (my dresser) and I think there is a need for laundry to be done. The rest of the house also needs to be cleaned because there is a shin-dig going down on Sunday there. Theme of moldy cheese and avocados...

Saturday:

• the morning begins with work! Yippie. We're having our annual kid's Halloween party, complete with face painting, a costume parade and jack'o'lanterns. It shall be a good time, I hope. There should be enough volunteers.
• a costume part-tay is occurring at the home of one of Marian's friends. I have a clever costume that I am excited about wearing, except for one thing. It's supposed to be cold and rainy all Saturday. I feel as though I should change my costume to be a character from "Singing in the Rain" or something. It just doesn't seem smart to be scantily clad and it being cold and wet out.
• Here are some clues:

Sunday:

• I am spending the day with two of my favorite people. My new roomie Ali and the Godmother are going to Salem for the day. I am assuming its going to be nutz. I've been before a few weeks before halloween, but never 2 days before. NUTZO. However, I am really excited. Salem is fun town to be in. I think it's funny that three, cute, little Christian girls are going to try to fight the power of evil.

I think that's it for now... We'll see later on down the road. Apparently, I am a busy girl this weekend, but don't hesitate to call. I kinda like the phone now.

just for your information.

this is what i do at work.

.relief.

I recently got the opportunity to get a lot of things that have bogged me down off my chest. Patterson and I have been talking a lot and last night somehow we got on the conversation of what had gone on in the past and I said that I had always wanted to ask some questions.

I feel like the questions I asked are valid and in the long run may help me take a better look at relationships as a whole. I think some of the answers may help me in terms of my current view that I am some complete failure, that some how I have the ability to drive people I care about away.

Honestly, I am scared about some of the answers as well. Maybe, I'm not ready to hear everything, but I want to. I could be putting myself in to a really bad situation, but I am willing to give it a shot for a few reasons. The main reason for knowing these things is to no longer drag pain along with me. No longer bring fear. I bring myself, 100%.

I have no clue how I am going to feel. I don't know my reaction. I do know that I care about him very much, without knowing these things. So I feel almost certain that I will care even more after. I can't stand the thought of not being friends again. If the Wentworth boy taught me anything, it is the importance of face to face conversation. At some point, I'll journey to NY and have this lovely chat with Patterson.

insomnia.

So i worked Saturday, of course. I always work. Thankfully however, there were enough volunteers and the problem was more of what to do with the volunteers than, make them appear out of no where.

After work, i came home and relaxed for a bit and then Marian and i went to Costco, Home Depot, Michaels and Target. At Costco, i FINALLY got glasses. I am so excited for that. I haven't been able to see very clearly yet, so this will be great. I'll take some cute pictures, most likely emo-ish when i get them in the next 2 weeks or so. We also got some other stuff for our Thursday night group. Then at Home Depot we bought paint for our art deco project. Which will be lots of fun. Since Girl is moving out and after Sarahly moved out, we lost a few decorative items. Marian was looking at some stuff that inspired us from Pier 1 and we're takking it from there. in Michael's Marian got some new knitting needles. Target was not as successful. Target didn't have the cd i'd been looking for, but i did get a new white button down, a vest and a purple shirt. So, it was some what good. Also, we got frames, so i am going to start printing some pictures from Africa. It will be nice :) We came back pretty late and then i realized that i forgot my phone in the zip car, so i had to go back and get it.

When i got back to the house, i started dinner. I saw this recipie for a chicken - broccoli pizza. It looked very good. SO i started making it, and the chicken was frozen, i didn't have all the ingredients, etc... should've been a sign. I decided to use cottage cheese instead of the rocotta which the wentworth boy said was a bad idea. Then i thawed the chicken and breaded it and made the pizza. The edges started to brown so i put tin foil on the edges. Then the middle started to brown. At this same point, Marian's speech got lost on the computer. So i made a deal with her. I'll find the speech if she fixes the pizza. Well i found the speech and Marian put the pizza on broil. In less than 2 mintues the pizza was black. So we picked off the burned cheese and put on new cheese, cooked it for a little bit more and then ate it (it was alright!).

This morning Marian and Rebekah were speaking at the 8:30 service. Therefore, i had to sleep. However, I didn't sleep. I got maybe 3 hours. I just tossed and turned. I sat up and read mail, read books, listened to music... and nothing helped, at all. But we went to church, and Marian and Rebekah did great, we spoke to a few people. Then we went to brunch at the Kinsale, and had the worst service every. Sleepy Marian and I came back home and went our seperate ways, me to clean and her to sleep. Patterson called, and we talked for over an hour. Gosh it's so good to hear from him. It's so nice to talk to him and just have him around again. I feel like I've been able to fill a hole that's been there for 3 years.

I left shortly after Patterson's call to get Sean, and we went to a photo show out in Newtonville. Beautiful peieces of art and even better networking. It was great. I had a great time. I feel like the boys in our bible study have been very scared of us girls, but it's really nice seeing them come out of their shells and hanging out with us on a night other than Thursdays.

I am hoping that i can sleep tonight. However, its 10:00 and i'm not tired at all. I think i am stressing too much about stuff that i can't even fix. It's things out of my control. How can I relax, get rid of thoughts i can't even control. Sigh. I hope to sleep tonight. I have a nice full 6 day work week ahead including a dentist appt tomorrow - yay! (grrr).

5 important points of my life today.

1. I had a panic attack this morning brought on by a spider.
I was looking for my keys, when I looked in the corner of the porch and there it was. A large gross spider. Then I flipped out. Started not to breathe and had to sit on the stairs and poor Marian had no clue what was going on. I tried to explain to Marian, but I wasn't doing very well, and finally she saw what I was talking about. By the time she tried to do something, I was already gagging, and had to run up the stairs and get myself promptly to our bathroom where I sat for a good 5 minutes. When my savior Marian came back in, she had conquered the beast with our broom. THANK GOD FOR Marian. She deserves a treat tonight, so I am making the planned dinner I was going to make anyways. Chicken and broccoli pizza! Yum.



2. One volunteer showed up today. It was a bad day. I just don't get it. And when i call the volunteers scheduled, they say things like "oh, you know, i just didn't think". Duh, you didn't think. Get your asses in here. I have a 2 o'clock meeting with the kitchen, hopefully, they won't use the meat cleaver on me. Maybe I'll be spared.

3. I have made up a new word. As Sean says, a "suzi-ism". The new work is editable. Meaning something can be edited. Used in a sentence : Gmail's pictures are frustrating because they are not very editable.

4. I have been burned so many times that I was convinced that Patterson was through with me after only one week. I figured because he and this other girl, Cathy, had been talking again, he only had room for one girl in his life to talk too. It seems to be the record from the past. However, i was surprised to see a message from the dear boy this morning. Perhaps we will be friends. That will be nice.

5. I want the new Sting cd. Would you like to buy it for me? I would think so. So on this cd, Sting is playing the lute, which is really cool. And one of the songs is "Come Again". To the naked ear or the non- shaker high school chorus graduate this could mean nothing. However, to me...

Come again! sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain;
For now left and forlorn
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery.

All the day the sun that lends me shine
By frowns doth cause me pine
And feeds me with delay;
Her smiles, my springs that makes my joy to grow,
Her frowns the winter of my woe.

All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,
My eyes are full of streams.
My heart takes no delight

reminds me of days spent in my high school chorus room, singing away with my dearest chorus teacher, Ned B. Fleischer - a man I idolize. He was such a strong figure for me at SHS and to hear the songs that we sang being played by the amazing Sting and a lute. Well, it just is a happy ear memory for me.

So, buy it for me :) Thank you.

I think I'm crazy.

can I be jealous about a girl who's not dating the boy I'm not dating?


Yeah, that's what I thought. I'm crazy. Bummer.

1. I'm sick, which sucks because I really have been trying to be healthier. I feel like a cold shouldn't whoop me on my ass for a day or two. I should be able to beat it. I guess I'm a wuss.

2. Patterson and I have been talking/messaging a lot. It's really nice and perhaps making me a little crazy. I am not sure where I sit on this issue yet though. I guess I never really got over him to begin with, and then was angry, and now, I just am in a fog (which could actually be the cold medicine). I don't want to get hurt again, and I would rather just be friends. I think that anything more is impossible and not probable. I am trying to be careful. Yet, I am so happy.

3. the Wentworth Boy and I are going to see Imogen Heap, which I am SO EXCITED about!

4. My bff Ali is moving in November 5th, which sadly means Girl is moving out November 4th. Thankfully Marian is still there. I need some constant in my life and that will be my Marian, who brings me Skinny Cow ice cream and orange flowers when I am sick.

5. My phone is dying. Do I want a new phone, like a Razor that supports HIV/AIDS for 79.99 or should I just use the one I have at the house that just needs to be activated. How cheap am I?

6. The next Saturday I get off is November 11th, which is like FOREVER from now, but also the day I get to see Imogen Heap, so I am happy.

7. I miss some folks that aren't around. They are in NY or DC or far away. I wish that I could really just pop in a car and say, hey I'm here, lets go to dinner and a movie. Or call them up and invite them over. It would make staying in touch a lot easier. But I can't even do that here with friends. Everyone is so busy and far away and involved in whatever (I'm guilty of this too, I work 6 days a week for goodness sake!). So folks, come to Boston and stay with me cause I miss you a lot. Alrighty then!

3 days in a nutshell...

1. Novocaine sucks. Please pray that the next 12 teeth are better!

2. Patterson and I exchanged messages on Friday which then went in to exchanging phone numbers which then went in to a 4 hour conversation on Friday night. Almost like picking up where we left off. It was so nice and I've realized that I really did miss him. Even on a platonic level, he is still someone who I value beyond belief. There is a reason we are friends and I am so glad that we're getting to know each other again. I sent him a package today with items from our past including letters never sent and his old sweatshirt which I stole, oh about 4 years ago. It will be interested to see where things go. We talked yesterday evening like it was a normal thing, telling each other stupid stories. I am really glad that he's back. I did threaten him not to screw up again. I am worried about that. It seems though he has learned a lot in the past 3 years. We shall see. Please pray that my heart be guarded properly. Pray that I don't fall again and that the right things happen when and if they are or are not supposed to. Pray that I do not give away my heart again. Pray for common sense and knowledge of right and wrong.

3. I think I was hit on Saturday. I use think because I get really awkward around guys that I do find attractive and who may in return find me attractive. So we're working at the BLC and this hitting on him. He and I are holvery good looking, smart guy is working in the coat room. Most of the members are shamelesslyding wonderful conversations about the BLC, myself and himself. At one point he noticed my claddagh ring. He started asking about if this was the ring that if you wear it certain ways it means certain things like whether you're single or not.

The way that a claddagh ring is worn on the hand is usually intended to convey some indication of the wearer's romantic availability. It is generally true that if the ring is on the right hand with the heart facing towards the hand, indicates that the person wearing the ring is in a serious relationship (his/her heart is closed). A ring worn on the right hand, with the heart outward, away from the hand, the person wearing the ring is not in any serious relationship (the heart is open). A claddagh worn on the left hand with the heart toward the hand indicates that the wearer's heart is truly spoken for. The other orientation (heart outward) indicates being engaged.

Well, we all know I am not engaged and that I am not taken, so yes, I'm hopelessly single. So he's looking at the ring and finally says, so are you single? And I snap, yeah, I am. Do we really need to talk about the fact that I am single, that I am all alone, no one wants Suzi. Seriously. And he backed off. Now, I am aware that this was dumb. I had nothing against him, I just wasn't even thinking that he would be interested. So, Whoops. No wonder I am still single.


4. Manda and I spent the rest of Saturday shopping and enjoying ourselves. We had a wonderful time at Good Vibes visiting a girl from work. We then headed to the GAP so I could buy my red bag and/or my red inspi(red) shirt and/or the green amazing jacket. NONE of them were in the store or in my size, which was sad. We then headed to Payless, then Urban renewal (my new favorite store!) and then to Kenmore to meet up with friends for a "raise the dough" benefit for Rosie's Place. We then walked from Kenmore to Central, where I sang Annie music, and John hit me with his garbage bag of t-shirts. I think that was a little unfair, I do have a nice voice. In Central and Porter Marian and I peered through the windows looking for the coveted (red) products. No such luck. All very sad.

5. Sunday, I was a scum and didn't go to the fair I was supposed to go to. I know, I suck, lets move on. Marian and I set up a cleaning schedule for ourselves.
at 10:30 we had to do our individual rooms
at 11:30 we had to clean our stuff out of the livingroom/dining room so I could clean that, and Marian cleaned the bathroom
at about 12:30 we both attacked the kitchen.
It was all quite productive. In the end we had a clean house and a wonderful dinner. YAY.

Now i am at work. BLAH. BU has graciously given us about 20 volunteers that I know if the staff organized itself, we could use. However, the staff is not organizing itself and now we look bad. WAY TO GO.

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What better way to become a good-looking samaritan?!

Did you know...

that novocaine can make you nauseated and throw up and not sleep?

well. it can and it sucks. just so you know.

Sometimes, I do really dumb things.

There once was a boy. We'll call him Patterson. And this boy forever changed how I looked at relationships, which is scary and yet great all at once. Patterson was one of the first men to make me see that not all men were horrible creatures who have been sent by God to destroy innocent women and girls.

I met Patterson at my second college in my U.S. History class. He used to come in ever day with a plain bagel and calcium enriched orange juice. He was a very good looking man (he looked like Dave Matthews, so really, who could ask for more sitting next to you in one of your favorite classes! SERIOUSLY FOLKS!). I was always afraid to talk to him because I was convinced he was out of my league. One day he came in with non-calcium enriched oj and those of us there early started to make some jokes and he started talking to us. He was a nice enough guy and said hello through out the rest of the week when seeing me in the hall or the computer lab.

At this same time I was dating a guy named Paul (not PF, but PM). PM and I were an odd match, and did most of our relationship on-line, which I am sure doesn't surprise the Wentworth boy. Anyways. PM was the first guy that I really was physical with and it scared me. I was really active in my church. I gave abstinence talks, and a physical relationship was just not what I wanted at that time. So I broke up with him and he didn't take it very well.

I was in the computer lab one day. Patterson was in there on a computer near me and PM came in VERY ANGRY. He began to yell at me in the computer lab and obviously, I was embarrassed. Patterson got up and very guarded stood near me to make sure nothing happened. The fight passed and Patterson asked, obviously about PM. I explained much of the story but left out details like, I was a Christian, physical relationship and the like. I just didn't think he should know that stuff, especially because I thought he was cute.

PM left me alone and Patterson quickly became one of my best friends. He supported me through so much with family and friends and just life. At one point Patterson came to the lab wearing a white button down shirt with a yellow t-shirt with red lettering under it. The red letter read "

You are the salt of the earth, but if the salt has lost its flavor, with what will it be salted? It is then good for nothing, but to be cast out and trodden under the feet of men."

So I asked him about it. He said he worked with a youth group at his church. And went on to explain he had just become a Christian in the past year or so. So I explained where I stood on faith and it added a totally new level...

He was one of my best friends and really, I only saw him as that. Until I had a friend who had been praying for me say, "what about that Patterson kid, what's up with him". Sure, people had been asking about us all along, but this person really struck a chord with me. I assured them nothing was happening and continued on. But I started praying for it, and asking others to do the same. I felt like he was supposed to be in my life some how.

Over the summer we grew closer and more and more people kept saying, I really think you've found the one, he's wonderful for you, you're so good together, blah blah blah. And honestly, I felt the same way. I thought that maybe I had found "him".

On one of our summer trips, I wrote him a huge letter explaining everything, how I felt, how I had prayed so much, everything. 3 days later (mind you after a road trip and him not saying anything about it, or me bringing it up) he said, he agreed with everything in the letter. I was on top of the world.

I left for Boston about a month later. I cried so hard the night I said goodbye, that I almost crashed the car. In Boston, we talked on the phone almost every night and he even came to vist me. I got really sick and went to the hospital. They told me I needed to go to specialist, and I was scared and wanted something familiar. I called my dad and he said he didn't want to deal with me (being the loving father he is). So Patterson and his mom drove to Boston to fetch me and bring me some where I knew and was comfortable. One night it got really bad and I went to the hospital and they called my dad and brought him in. He yelled and screamed at me. He then sat with Patterson for a few hours. At the end, my stuff was handed over to my dad and Patterson didn't talk to me.

When I finally did talk to him, he seemed very distant and said that he never liked me. He said he tried to force himself to but never did, does not and never will have feelings for me. And I was crushed. I cried forever, I was just wrecked. We tried to get back to where we were but never could. Even a DMB show in December where the girl next to us asked us all night about how cute we were and how we should get married didn't help. In February he broke his back snowboarding, so friends and I went to see him and he would barely talk to me, but I kept trying to atleast keep the friendship. Then he disappeared. No one knew where he had gone. No one could tell me anything.

A year later on February 9th, I got a call from him. He had been in therapy and thought he had seen me and wanted to grab coffee. The problem , I was in Boston and he in NY. So nothing happened. Every so often, he sends a catch up e-mail or I do, but usually its one or two and then nothing for months.


Here's where I get stupid. Today, I was reading myspace, as I often do when I am busy at work. I noticed that there was a new blog post of someone I subscribe to. It happened to be Patterson. He had written a song and posted it. I was very impressed by it. And encouragement never hurt anyone. So I wrote him. I said

"nice job with those song lyrics.
I'm waiting for the day I get to see you in concert."

DUMB DUMB DUMB.

So then he posted back

"you've no idea how good it feels to hear (er, read) your voice...always been a great gift of yours...lifting an old friend when he needs it most... with all my heart, how are you? and p.s.: would you come to it? heh"

Then it went like this:

me: I am doing really well. I have a great job with an HIV/AIDS community center and i'm the volunteer coordinator, I am doing a homeless ministry, I am shaping up and am happy. And yes, I would come.

him: You know what I miss... I miss the argument over the date of the month while walking around Boston...yep that would be right (and yes for the final time...you were right)

me: September 7th.

him: (almost silently growls)........right. Go figure you'd have the date down still ha. It would be great to actually talk to or see you again someday. Despite me being me and what it shows, you've been one of the best friends I ever had. Just wanted you to know that. I've been up for almost 24 hours now (night shift, etc.) so I'm gonna rest. Thank you so much Suzi...for being you.


WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS NICENESS. UGH. Why do I put myself into dumb situations. Why can I not forget this dumb boy. Why can't I say, what's in the past is in the past, done and gone. Over. FORGET ABOUT IT? I dunno.

the end.

You're fired. Boo.

So, I had a volunteer come in last week and tell me he worked here a few years ago and would like to come back. Things like that always make me nervous because I wonder why did you stop volunteering. But I asked this volunteer why he stopped and he said because he got a job. That to me sounds very logical. I got a job and now can not work during the day. Alright. I'll take that.

I scheduled him to come in Wednesday, Thursday and Friday and was excited for the possibility of having a long term volunteer to come in and knows what he is doing. Phew, what a relief.

So, I had a meeting with the kitchen, told them all the new volunteers. No one said anything, so we went along with it. Yay, new volunteers.

Today, I shall call him TV for The Volunteer, came in . TV signed in at 9:45 like a good lil' volunteer and made his way to the kitchen. The kitchen guy recognized him right away. TV had apparently once fainted in to the sink in the kitchen and almost drown himself. Wonderful, our kitchen man thought, perhaps he's changed.

At 11 o'clock or so TV walked out. We assumed to smoke, so we said nothing of it. However, now at 12:01, TV is still missing, and will have to be fired, asked never to come back. ever. How very sad.

Also, to put how desperate we are in to perspective, our Kitchen guy didn't fire him immediately because we needed the help today. Out of my lovely oh, 8 volunteers, we had 5, and one was a walk-in and one was fired.

Gentle Dental, Sinning in your head and birthdays!

So, I finally have insurance. YES. Exciting. I can go to every thing I need to. I already got my eyes checked, I have a doctors appointment Thursday, and I've gone to the dentist. Its wonderful, really, to have the freedom to really get a full check up and be told, "healthy" - especially to me, girl with 1,000 diseases.

So far, I have a serious stigmatism, and desperately need glasses (that's not new news to me!),
I have 15 cavities that need to be filled asap or else they will turn to needed root canals,
and I have a seriously impacted wisdom tooth that needs to come out asap.
WONDERFUL.

Last Thursday, I made an appointment to get my eyes checked and to start getting the cavities taken care of. I was planning on coming to Bible Study on Thursday blind and mute. :) When I called the dentist to confirm and clarify the co-pay, I was told it would $230 for one tooth. At which I laughed and cancelled the much needed appointment. $230 is not in my budget. $23 is not in my budget, but I can squeeze it in there. I started calling BU and Tufts. Just to see the prices. I got some ideas.

Today, Monday, I had my cleaning scheduled. I was stuck on the "t" so I got to the appointment about 15 minutes late, for which I apologized. It's not like me to be mean. The hygienist then said, "I knew if I didn't say anything, she wouldn't have shown up, damn it." I sat down and within a few minutes, the hygienist came out and said "Susan, you can come with me". So I followed her. I sat down and she put the drool bib on me, then started looking at my x-rays and said, "you need to get these filled right away." I explained that I knew that, but $230 was just too much right now and I'd have to hold off. She apparently found that offensive and went in to a whole thing about how I need them done other wise it will be more than whatever the insurance is. And I said I understand, I just can't afford that right now, if it were lower, sure I could do it, but when I called on Wednesday to confirm, I was told $230 and promptly cancelled the appointment. She got very angry and was re-explaining things. I said, I was not about to argue with someone, I just came in to get my teeth cleaned, I know about the cavities and will take care of them when I can. That was the last straw for her, she walked out of the office for a good 20 minutes.

She came back and said that apparently the office didn't know how much it was, so they said $230 as a standard fee. It was actually $10 per cavity (which is wonderful) and then she told me that I had no right not getting my teeth fixed if that truly is the price. I explained the story to her again and then said, I would like to get my teeth cleaned today, if I have to, I'll go make another appointment (mean yes, but true). She cleaned my teeth and said she was impressed by them, especially since I hadn't been to the dentist in so long. She walked me out when I was done and told the front to make sure they put a note to never put me with her again. What a lovely way to start the day!

Saturday night was girls night in and wonderful. A few girls came over and as girls do, we talked about boys. I love talking about boys! But it was most fantastic when we talked about the boys we all knew and one of the girls used the most fantastic phrase ever.

"Back off ladies, that one's mine. I've sinned too many times with him in my head"

Oh yes, That is what was said. How lovely and descriptive! Now, there is no way that I can say I've never sinned with someone, let alone in my head (sometimes, its like an "unrated indie movie" in there! CRAZY). I just truly love the fact that the phrase was actually said.

After the boys conversation we moved on to sangria, mac & cheese, salad and pumkin cookies (worth 4 whole points each). The night was quite unfit for those attempting weight watchers, but really quite pleasant. I am sure our neighbors enjoyed us singing every word to Annie as we watched it with wonder. I am delighted in the number of words we all remember.

I'm sorry for the lack of posting. A lot has been going on at work that shouldn't be blogged about and stuff with me that I am not quite ready to blog about. I am still around, alive and kicking. :)



Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Amanda, Kayla, Chris and Brendan! Happy Birthday to you!!!

I know it was over the course of 3 days, but Happy Birthday folks!