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    Thursday
    Sep152005

    A Spanish Thought

    It's never safe to be nostalgic about something until you're absolutely certain there's no chance of its coming back. ~Bill Vaughn

    Y en la distancia te puedo ver
    Cuando tus fotos me siento a ver
    Y en las estrellas tus ojos ver
    Cuando tus fotos me siento a ver
    Cada vez que te busco te vas
    Y cada vez que te llamo no estás
    Es por eso que debo decir que tú sólo en mis fotos estás

    Juanes has been in my head for the past several days. The way I sang Fotografias to myself while drunk, from my apartment in Ventas to Barajas. I cried the entire time, about something that for months I never wanted and yet all too soon it was over. Only those who have been abroad, know that you really can’t talk to anyone about it other than the obligatory “It was good. I learned a lot. Yes I’m fluent” bullshit. You can’t really express everything that happened there and how beautiful Sevilla (not Seville, say Seville and I’ll drop kick your ass) is. There’s no way to express Cantabria or walking drunk between Noviciado and Serrano at 3am. God help me if I have to explain Sprint, tortilla, Alhambra, Los Reyes Catolicos, the importance of 1492, or the existence of Euskadi.

    One day soon-at least I can hope-I’ll be able to sort out the whole Madrid thing. The crying when I got there, my threats to leave by February, my drunken debauchery, punching people, drunken debauchery, and crying when I left (and yes I meant to put drunken debauchery in there twice because I was drunk a lot). I want to write about Spain when I stop getting that funny feeling in my tummy because I miss it so much and when I can write a coherent sentence about the randomness of España. Because right now I can tell you, all of my Spain thoughts are just swimming around. Waiting to be written down and talked about and divulged. They are waiting to be wanted, offered and shared.

    Yup I get teary eyed about Spain, and I have no qualms about it. There are days when a smell or a sight reminds me of it then all of the memories just come tumbling back.

    One day soon, I will write about Spain. And I hope that you-dear reader-will love it as much as I did.
    Thursday
    Sep152005

    In Which I Say Nothing

    "Oh fool, fool fool"-Othello

    • If you're lucky, you might get a post later
    • I'm too hungover to write a coherent sentence
    • This guy is awesome.
    • I'm watching Napoleon Dynamite at work.
    • Yes people at work know this.
    • I love dear friend Julie. From now on she is dfj.
    • I contemplated writing about dear friend Pam and how much it sucks when after graduation everyone goes away. Maybe I still will.
    • I still hate Bank of America.
    • I love me some Women in Politics.
    • I forgot to add in 104 that my hands are larger than the hands of most men, this includes my father.
    • I met another female with hands my size last night.
    • Oh I love Women in Politics thanks in large part to Liz.
    • Damn I need to write.
    • In 11th grade Honors English, we read Othello. Except I forgot to read it. And when our teacher asked us to pick out a line to read and give it's significance, I picked "Oh fool, fool, fool"
    • I'm contemplating writing a song about my coworkers. It would be called "Everyday Feels Like Friday".
    • The End.
    Wednesday
    Sep142005

    I Cannot Write to Save My Life


    I like the word "indolence." It makes my laziness seem classy. ~Bern Williams

    1. I have several writing projects to work on, yet I like the whitness of word, so I figured I’d just leave it that way
    2. Last night I returned a $200 dress to Banana Republic then spent that money at Gap.
    I need to go back and get the dress from BR because next weekend is CBC weekend and I need to look pretty
    3. Next weekend is CBC weekend; translation lots of work and lots of hot black men.
    4. I’m going golfing this weekend again to see hot black men also because I fear that my drive has gone to shit
    5. Speaking of shit, my Aunt and Uncle think that I swear too much. Yes I do. And Yes your sister knows. And yes it makes her crazy.
    6. I need to write a post about something other than what I’m thinking in the middle of the day.
    7. I went to the dry cleaners this morning in my pajamas. On the way home from the dry cleaner I walked three blocks past my apartment. Keep in mind that my apartment is on the corner and you can see into my fucking living room from the street, but I manage to walk completely pass it.
    8. one of my coworkers is leaving. I’m actually going to miss her. HA! She’ll be back in an hour
    9. I’ve spent a good portion of my morning pissed off at Gap and Bank of America. I hate them.
    10. Last night I had Johnny Rockets for dinner. The Biggest Loser came on while I was enjoying my Johnny Rockets. I changed the channel to House.
    11. I want to have Hugh Laurie’s babies.
    12. Someone just told me that I look like I’ve lost weight. HA! I didn’t point out that I had Johnny Rockets including the ½ onion rings ½ fries. I ate it all by myself.
    13. I check site meter probably more than I should. Someone should stop me.
    14. Since I know that at least six people read this (shout out to Sitemeter) GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT!
    15. I heart those six people who read me.
    16. Laguna Beach is on
    17. There has been no witty banter by coworkers today. I know they read this. I need to be amused!
    18. My jaw hurts like hell. But I'm eating ice.