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Below are the 13 most recent journal entries recorded in
Suchiana Hirsch's InsaneJournal:
| Monday, June 8th, 2009 | |
| 11:17 pm | Text to Robin Robi-Wan, I had a really bad day. There needs to be cheesecake or alcohol. Rescue me? |
| Thursday, May 21st, 2009 | |
| 5:38 pm | Narrative Suchi sat at her computer, the cursor on her email’s “Compose mail” tab blinking blankly as she tried to figure out what…and how she should write. She couldn’t be sure of the reliability of the code she used to encrypt her private files, she wasn’t a tech wizard, and she had no doubts the government could easily decode them if she brought their existence into view. She wasn’t about to risk that with something as easily traceable as email. Her possibly uncalled for paranoia restricted her to the most vapid of topics, even when communicating with the man she truly loved. Dear Misael, She began, fingers flowing effortlessly over the keyboard as she typed in her native Spanish. My love, a thousand apologies for not having replied sooner, things have been complicated here.Her mouth quirked into a sarcastic smirk. “Complicated” was a generous term for the sinkhole her life had slipped into since January. Complicated or not, the fact was that she’d deliberately avoided this contact for as long as possible. As my absence at Christmas showed, I have been unable to leave the US. I don’t forsee travel restrictions lightening any time soon. The coldly impersonal journalistic tone hid her utter despair at not being able to return to her home. She might have reconsidered her original decision to leave El Salvador if she had realized how hard it would be to return again. I hope my package reached you safely. She continued after a pause. Your birthday package had a bit of trouble finding me through the maze of address changes, but the photo album was the best present I could have hoped for! The photos he had sent, along with a beautiful necklace she’d not yet found an occasion to wear, were from a Christmas party, one where all her friends had gathered to celebrate…with her notable exception. The photo album had a place of honor in one of her few pieces of luggage that hadn’t gone into storage, but she’d been careful to not let Aaron or his roommate see it. Thank you for your concern about my marriage to Jerome. She typed, and paused a moment to wipe at traitorous tears with the flat of her hand. But that all worked out in the end. My ribs are still healing from my accidental fall down the stairs, but I’m feeling much better. She paused again, sniffling as she reviewed the last sentence. She hoped Misael would infer her intent, but she didn’t dare spell out the story of Jerome’s abuse directly. She stopped then, and her left hand unconsciously found its way to her mouth and she nibbled at her fingernails as she tried to get up the courage to address the main point of the email. Osito she began, a ghost of a smile beginning as she remembered the circumstances that had led to his nickname of “Little Bear.” The smile quickly died and the tears began again as she continued her sentence. I was put back in the marriage lottery. I’m engaged again, and I will probably be married by the end of the week. Her shoulders shook and her vision blurred, but she forced herself to keep trying. I’m not going to contest it. I can’t, I’ve seen the consequences, and I’m not that strong. Her hand found its way to her mouth again, and she barely noticed as she bit her thumbnail to a ragged, bloody edge. I’m sorry, my love. I love you. I miss you. She moved her mouse to the “send” button, then paused, adding one more line. Yours now and forever, Suchiana |
| Tuesday, May 12th, 2009 | |
| 4:32 pm | [Blocked to Aaron and Jayden] Another Mother's Day has come and gone. It's only my second without Mom, but it's not getting any easier. As well as I've been adjusting to life here in Seattle, there are some times that I really just need Mom's advice. With all that's happened recently in the past few weeks, I need her more than ever. Things with Aaron have been... complicated. Apparently, there's a bit more legal red tape to wade through with the Jerome situation, and even though I was 'unmarried' enough to be thrown back into the lottery, I'm still 'married'enough that I can't marry Aaron. But the Pairing Office is insistent that we will marry. I've got an appointment with a legal office this week so I don't delay any longer in my duty... I'm less than thrilled with the whole situation, but at least we haven't ended up in the the Adjustment Center for a government mistake. Most of my things have gone into storage (not that I had a lot of stuff to begin with), and I suspect I'll be moving in with Aaron and his roommate sometime soon. I'm trying to make the best of things, but we'll have to see. [/End Block] I can't believe it's May already. Maybe it will stop being so horribly cold here soon. [Private to Aaron] Can you make it to the lawyer's office tomorrow at 10:30? If not, I can handle it on my own. |
| Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 | |
| 5:15 pm | Email to Alex and Robin Hey guys, With all that's been going on recently, I totally forgot that Star Trek is coming out on Friday. I haven't done anything sufficiently geeky in a while, so who's up for going to the midnight showing with me? I've got an extra set of Vulcan ears!! Love you both, Suchi |
| Saturday, April 25th, 2009 | |
| 6:05 pm | 005 Okay, living on the 5th floor on windy days is severely tempting fate. If it gets any windier, I’m going to get tornadoed off to Oz and end up committing witchicide. Next place of residence will be significantly closer to the ground. Or at least in a building that isn’t two minutes away from being condemned. Not like I’m going to have much choice in the matter. And I certainly haven’t talked to Mr. Yamazaki... Aaron about my irrational fear of upper floors. We haven’t really discussed much of anything. I keep telling myself that it’s stupid and petty, being angry at him, it’s not like he’s personally responsible for this whole system, but still. Next time we talk, I’ll try and be nicer. To further confuse my neighbor with super-hearing (I’m sure he’s just a grumpy elderly mutant now, as I’ve not heard anything through the walls since I’ve lived here), I’ve taken to leaving Univision on while I’m packing up the place. The Mexican telenovelas are just too good to pass up. And by good, I mean absolutely terrible. Currently, there’s some sort of murder mystery at a horse ranch, and half of participants are drunk. And obviously the best way to represent a decision is with fruit…. See? Now if Grumpy next door speaks Spanish (doubtful, really), he’s going to be utterly confused. I’m tempted to leave something that makes loud and obnoxious noise in the apartment when I move…if I move. |
| Thursday, April 23rd, 2009 | |
| 4:47 pm | Email to Robin Yarmovsky (April 22, 3 pm) Robin, I have to apologize for ruining your birthday. Having a slightly hysterical woman ranting in Spanish on your couch is probably not what you had on your wish list. Once things calm down a little with this...wedding thing, I'll make it up to you. Maybe a dinner or something. You and the roommate (Kyle, right?) and some good old-fashioned home cooking. And definitely cake to replace the slices I ate. (Which were delicious, my compliments to the chef) And because I feel like I can't really talk to anyone else about this, you're stuck on grumpy Suchi duty until further notice. :P I'm meeting the prospective hubby in a few hours, and I have absolutely no idea how to go about it. Help me Robi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope. |
| Tuesday, April 21st, 2009 | |
| 7:56 pm | Email to Aaron Yamazaki So. Hi. I guess. My name is Suchiana, and according to the government I'm supposed to be your wife. We should meet or something. -Suchiana |
| 4:30 pm | Oh God. Not again. No ahora you'd think they could have given me a little more time. A warning that I was back in the lottery,¡algo! The bruises have faded, the ribs are on the mend, but en ningun mundo am I prepared to get married again. The worst part? I'm too much of a coward to go against this. Current Mood:  anxious |
| Thursday, April 16th, 2009 | |
| 3:15 pm | Email to Dan Hoffman Mr. Hoffman, In light of the recent events at the Seattle Pairing Office press conference, I was wondering if you would like the focus of my investigation to shift. In my opinion, I think the bombing and the shooting are not as related as we are led to believe. As for the Medina Foundation, what are its priorities? What would you like me to focus my efforts on? Regards, Suchiana Hirsch |
| Tuesday, April 14th, 2009 | |
| 10:09 pm | 003 The search so far has turned up a few leads, ones that I fully intend to explore. Who knew that folk-punk music was good inspiration? I need to start looking into the local music scene around here. I heard rumors of a local folk artist with an accordion… Anyway, then I got yelled at by one of my neighbors for playing music too loud. Uh, I don’t even have auxiliary speakers for my computer. I guess these walls are REALLY thin, or he’s a mutant with super-hearing. Either way, a good thing to know for the future, I guess. So I took my CD player (old school!) and a book down to the laundromat to get my clothes semi-clean for the week. I fully intended to people watch, but apparently nobody else wants clean clothes at two in the afternoon, so I ended up reading the entire time. I forgot how much I absolutely love The Iron Dragon’s Daughter. It brings back good memories of the group of us nerds from university. I wonder how they’re doing? Last I heard, Rosy and Chamba had gotten married. And Misael… Bah, non-computer communication is difficult. I have no idea how I ever survived without a computer. But that’s no excuse, I should call. Which means I need to add a Central American phone card to my ever-growing shopping list. Heh, this is going to be an awesome conversation “¿Que tal? Me? Nah, I’m not married anymore, and living next to Bat Boy, in Seattle of all places.” I wonder if I can apply to the government to go back to San Salvador to finish university. Probably not. They’re probably worried I wouldn’t come back. To be fair, I probably wouldn’t. I suppose I’d be better off looking at universities here in Seattle. I’ve heard good things about Seattle University, and I think University of Washington has a decent journalism program… Oh well, that can wait until after dinner. I’m finally going to check out the restaurant situation in this neighborhood. Wish me luck! |
| Sunday, April 12th, 2009 | |
| 11:17 am | 002 Ow ow fucking ow. Okay, so life? When I complain about boredom, the appropriate answer is not to have a bulldog eat my resume OR cause me to drop a box full of hardback books on my favorite foot. I guess it serves me right for trying to clean while cooking, but the timer on this microwave is terrifyingly loud! And, I guess I startle easily. Anyway, irrelevant now. The relevant bit is that I now have a HUGE bruise on my right foot and I have the sneaking suspicion that I may have broken a toe. I’ve got a packet of frozen peas on it right now, but I’m pretty sure that the entire contents of my medicine cabinet are still at Jerome’s place. Damn. I guess this means I’ll be limping down to a pharmacy or grocery store after dinner. Hopefully, with all the emotion that’s gone into this food, it’s going to taste delicious. Gallo pinto is always delicious though. It’d be better if I could find corn tortillas though. Not that I don’t like the Mexican flour tortillas, but I really do miss good tortillas. If I’m not permanently crippled by my book adventure, I should go a-questing for Nicaraguan tortillas. How many times can Suchi mention tortillas in a paragraph? Okay Suchi, priorities- First? Food. Then, painkillers and maybe groceries. I crave comfort food. Like a cookie, or maybe coconut ice cream. Hey, maybe if I’m not too exhausted after my pharmacy run, I’ll go and find some damn ice cream. Oh, and ask around if there’s a laundromat close by. Oh, there’s the terrifying microwave ding again, dinner! Current Mood:  sore |
| Wednesday, April 8th, 2009 | |
| 5:34 pm | 001 Breaking news: Being broke and bored sucks horribly. It’s not that I don’t have anything to do, there are probably 20 boxes waiting to be moved out of Jerome’s place and into the new apartment, but I’m just so sick of cardboard right now. At least I had the foresight to label the boxes this time, unlike when I moved out here from New York. I was finding socks in the kitchen and forks in the living room for at least two weeks after that fiasco. Besides, all the super-essentials are unpacked! I’ve got the Playstation and the computer up and running, as well as enough clothes to last through the weekend. …I’ll be damned if I can find shoes other than my flip-flops though. Being jobless also sucks. I’ve really got to get off my ass and update that resume so I can send it in the Seattle Times. Who knows, maybe they need a good investigative journalist, or can network me to someone who does… Or maybe I can just think really hard and wish the perfect job into existence. Blah. I know I should probably go explore the neighborhood a bit more, maybe scope out a few cheap places to eat, God forbid even meet some people, but the anti-social part of me just wants to stay at home and try to beat Guitar Hero on medium. Dream big, right? I’m such a loser when it comes to games that don’t use a traditional console. Anyway, that’s the news from Suchi-Land. Be sure to pick up next issue to see if she successfully conquers boredom! |
| Tuesday, April 7th, 2009 | |
| 5:40 pm | Suchiana Hirsch V 2.0 Application OOC Name: Nori Age: 21 Timezone: Central American (GMT -6:00) Contact information: (AIM is preferred)Nori D 123 (AIM) IC Name: Suchiana (Suchi) Hirsch Age & DOB: January 25th, 1986 Age: 23 Occupation: Journalist and Interpreter Residence: The Alaska Apartments Immediate family: Deceased Skills/talents: Suchi is fluent in Spanish, having spent most of her youth in Central America. She's also fairly computer literate, and quite a gamer. Personality/quirks/habits: Socially awkward. She bites her nails and chews on her hair when nervous. She's very shy until you find a good conversation point, then she won't shut up. When working as a journalist, she's another person entirely, very forward and to the point. When she's working on a story, she has to follow every lead until the story is complete. Likes/dislikes: Likes: home-made Mexican and Central American food, small coffee-shops, quiet evenings at home, making cookies, reading and researching, mangos and coconut ice cream. Dislikes: Loud music, loud people, arguments, spinach, cats and chocolate. History: Suchiana Hirsch was born in Poughkeepsie, New York to Emilia and Jared Hirsch, a young husband and wife who were moved by the recent global crisis to become Lutheran missionaries. They were sent to Nicaragua and then El Salvador with their young daughter. Jared quickly became involved in agricultural cooperatives and land rights issues in the community he worked in, while Emilia became involved in education and began writing a book. Suchiana grew up speaking Spanish with her playmates and didn't really use English until she started grade school. In 1994, Jared was murdered while walking home from a community meeting. The case is never solved. Devastated, Emilia makes the decision to remain in El Salvador. Suchiana became interested in journalism in highschool and by senior year was running the school newspaper. After graduation, she attending the National University of El Salvador before dropping out in 2006 to return to the States with her mother, who had developed breast cancer. She worked as a journalist and interpreter in Poughkeepsie until her mother passed away in her mother, who had developed breast cancer. She worked as an interpreter in Poughkeepsie until her mother passed away in 2007. Caring for her ailing mother, Suchi started working part-time with a small independent magazine based out of New York City. The editors were highly critical of the government, and published a series of increasingly incriminating articles about their treatment of marginalized populations. After a piece about coercion of recent immigrants in Adjustment Centers, Suchi and several others were arrested. She thinks it’s no small coincidence that the next week, she was paired with a man from Washington and sent to Seattle. As much as she disliked the pairing process in general, and being uprooted from her life in New York, she wasn’t stupid enough to risk incarceration by refusing, so she moved to Seattle. Her husband-to-be was pushing 50 and thrice-divorced, only looking to marry again to strengthen connections between his business and the government. He didn’t approve of her work as a journalist. And she didn’t approve of his dubious morals and lack of interest in anything other than money. Their disagreements came to blows one evening, and needless to say, the marriage did not work out. Now Suchi is single, trying to adjust to life in Seattle, and debating going back to college to finish her degree. PB: Felicia Day  Anything else: L3m0n JuIcE |