After I posted that last bit, we stayed up until one in the morning singing and dancing to the Backstreet Boys and 'NSYNC. Yeah, we did.
I recruited Ramika to hold my hand while I got my Implanon out today. The doctor, who was very nice, couldn't get the fucker to poke out of my arm long enough to grab it, which sucked. Me, reclining in a chair for ten minutes, talking to Ramika in a very high voice and pretending something truly gross-looking was not happening to my body. Occasionally I would feel the blood run down my arm. Awesome. But then it was over and Blaik and I went to go get food, which was yummy, and then Grey's came on. I am not a fan of this bizarro Denny comeback. In general, I believe dead characters should stay dead. I made an exception for Buffy (duh), the few moments in the hospital when Denny brushes by Izzie, and, of course, the brief return of Dana. But, seriously people. If you like a character, don't kill him or her off unless you have the Scooby Gang to bring her back.
I am tired and glad I get to go out of town for a few days.
Also I got a 98 on my Core test OH YEAH
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I live with Mo, Gr, and Ra. Mo works two jobs: nannying during the week and working at PB on the weekends. She has worked at PB for a couple of years and she is pretty much perfect for that job, although she wishes more straight boys worked there/in the vicinity. She also babysits occasionally on the weekends, particularly for her sister.
Gr works at the museum here at school and at Pear. Gr is pretty perfect for Pear as well. She gets tired of customer service, like all other sane people, but she likes it. She plays Guitar Hero in the breakroom during her lunch.
Ra works at the Writing Center at school. She is especially gifted in the areas of philosophy and communication. She also goes all over the state on weekends with her boyfriend and they judge debate tournaments, since they are brilliant debaters. Next semester she is waking up at the asscrack of dawn to go tutor kids thirty minutes away and making quite a bit of money in the process.
I work in the Writing Center as well. I am good at grammar, sarcasm, and acting aloof. I am technically a nanny during the week, but have been regulated to three hours a week, no kids, and lots of laundry and groceries. I also work at the gym on Saturdays and babysit a few families fairly regularly. I am good at shopping for rich people and scanning ID cards when people arrive at the gym. Incidentally, once we had a five year old kid doing my exact job at the gym and he was pretty awesome at it. I vote they hire him but buy a bigger chair, which they will be able to afford because he will work for free until his attention span runs out.
Mo, Ra, Gr and I live in a room that is impeccably clean. This had not always been the case. Gr and Mo had to stage a couple of interventions and I had to get over my feelings of inadequacy and mellowness (in order to return to my natural control-freak self), but now our room is gorgeous. Spotless. You will be able to eat off the floor when we implement our radically awesome Chore List soon. The only things missing are animals, but unfortunately I am not up for sneaking more rats into my home and then having to find them different homes when they are discovered, so we are currently petless. (Also I moved my fridge into my room recently and it looks very nice, if I do so say myself.)
We watch a lot of TV. Gr and Ra are TV-watchers. Actually, they are more TV-listeners. Ra hates it when it's quiet and always has to have some sort of distraction going on, which is usually Bravo reality shows or House. Gr is deaf and so when she escapes the room (as she does when we watch Jon and Kate Plus Eight), we can always hear her show blaring. It's cute because our TV is louder. Mo and I prefer to listen to music, but she is more partial to the TV than I am. Ironic, because I actually own the TV, and it is quite a nice TV, designed for me to have it for roundabout a decade. I like to watch movies. Mo is my let's-watch-guy-shows friend. Although she and Gr have populated our TV stand with DVDs almost exclusively of the rom-com variety (which I used to enjoy making fun of, but they don't hold with that so I usually just sit there quietly and loathe it to myself and telepathically to Ra), she loves The Boondock Saints. Last year, we watched it three days in a row. It was awesome. I miss having people who know what the Terminator movies are all about. I don't like gruesome movies, but sometimes I just need to see Keanu Reeves kick Mr. Smith's ass instead of macking on someone at a lake house.
We never go anywhere. We are all pretty antisocial and all our closest friends live less than ten feet away. We are working on this. Mo is moving out next semester and I do not know what our living arrangements will be, what with that realization and RA positions (today I realized how good it was that I didn't get that position last year) and me trying to get out of my housing contract. So we'll see.
We like indirect lighting and turn the florescents on only for cooking or Al opening presents. We have three lamps in our main room and at least one in each of our closet-rooms. My favorite lighting is my Christmas string lights. They are pretty awesome, although when I'm going to sleep I have to lean over the end of my bed and stretch towards the wall to rip the plug out of the socket. Other than that oversight, they are groovy.
I decorate our room when people have birthdays with my birthday sign. The first time I put it up, Ra's mom saw it from the outside and thought someone was pregnant. Although the sign does have letters on bib-like felt, it does in fact say Happy Birthday to people who are already legal citizens. I love birthdays and holidays so I always try to make their birthdays special. I made Ra an Oreo/pudding/frosting cake that gave us all headaches and I bought Mo two-bite cupcakes for hers. I bought candles for both of them and have probably already misplaced Ra's. Gr thinks I am somewhat contradictory in this sense because I am not a traditonal person, but my mom always made me feel special on my birthday and I try to pass that on to the people in my life.
Christmas is coming up and although we procrastinate on almost everything else, we are not present-buying procrastinators. I am not sure about the gift-status of everyone in the suite, but my educated guess is that everyone knows what she is getting almost every single person on her list, it if isn't already bought, wrapped, and stuck in an Anthropologie bag under her bed. I am looking forward to our gift swap immensely.
All of my suitemates are in a sorority, and I finally joined a fraternity this fall. I really like it--it is much more low-key than their sorority and I have a lot of fun with my pledge sisters and brother. We are planning a party for our bigs right now and I am taking charge. I like taking charge because I am anal. I am going to make my big sister's gift and I think it will be very cute.
Speaking of being anal, I am no longer allowing myself to ride with other people in their cars if I am paying attnetion to their driving. I always think we are going to crash because I am not in control. I know that does not say good things about my unfortunate desire to control things around me, but there you go. I usually have to shut my eyes or pretend that I have my own brake.
Gr drives a silver Golf and it suits her quite well. Ra drives an old white Honda, but it usually drives her--crazy, that is. She is getting used to this whole driving business, and in this city, that is commendable. Mo's car is a 2 door silver Honda. She likes it except for the 2 door part. I drive a Scion xA and it is my dream car, although I know to never buy a car with black seats again. I often have wet dogs in my car and you can tell from the nose marks. I park like a fiend in that car. It is Yaris-sized.
Like our dorm.
Gr works at the museum here at school and at Pear. Gr is pretty perfect for Pear as well. She gets tired of customer service, like all other sane people, but she likes it. She plays Guitar Hero in the breakroom during her lunch.
Ra works at the Writing Center at school. She is especially gifted in the areas of philosophy and communication. She also goes all over the state on weekends with her boyfriend and they judge debate tournaments, since they are brilliant debaters. Next semester she is waking up at the asscrack of dawn to go tutor kids thirty minutes away and making quite a bit of money in the process.
I work in the Writing Center as well. I am good at grammar, sarcasm, and acting aloof. I am technically a nanny during the week, but have been regulated to three hours a week, no kids, and lots of laundry and groceries. I also work at the gym on Saturdays and babysit a few families fairly regularly. I am good at shopping for rich people and scanning ID cards when people arrive at the gym. Incidentally, once we had a five year old kid doing my exact job at the gym and he was pretty awesome at it. I vote they hire him but buy a bigger chair, which they will be able to afford because he will work for free until his attention span runs out.
Mo, Ra, Gr and I live in a room that is impeccably clean. This had not always been the case. Gr and Mo had to stage a couple of interventions and I had to get over my feelings of inadequacy and mellowness (in order to return to my natural control-freak self), but now our room is gorgeous. Spotless. You will be able to eat off the floor when we implement our radically awesome Chore List soon. The only things missing are animals, but unfortunately I am not up for sneaking more rats into my home and then having to find them different homes when they are discovered, so we are currently petless. (Also I moved my fridge into my room recently and it looks very nice, if I do so say myself.)
We watch a lot of TV. Gr and Ra are TV-watchers. Actually, they are more TV-listeners. Ra hates it when it's quiet and always has to have some sort of distraction going on, which is usually Bravo reality shows or House. Gr is deaf and so when she escapes the room (as she does when we watch Jon and Kate Plus Eight), we can always hear her show blaring. It's cute because our TV is louder. Mo and I prefer to listen to music, but she is more partial to the TV than I am. Ironic, because I actually own the TV, and it is quite a nice TV, designed for me to have it for roundabout a decade. I like to watch movies. Mo is my let's-watch-guy-shows friend. Although she and Gr have populated our TV stand with DVDs almost exclusively of the rom-com variety (which I used to enjoy making fun of, but they don't hold with that so I usually just sit there quietly and loathe it to myself and telepathically to Ra), she loves The Boondock Saints. Last year, we watched it three days in a row. It was awesome. I miss having people who know what the Terminator movies are all about. I don't like gruesome movies, but sometimes I just need to see Keanu Reeves kick Mr. Smith's ass instead of macking on someone at a lake house.
We never go anywhere. We are all pretty antisocial and all our closest friends live less than ten feet away. We are working on this. Mo is moving out next semester and I do not know what our living arrangements will be, what with that realization and RA positions (today I realized how good it was that I didn't get that position last year) and me trying to get out of my housing contract. So we'll see.
We like indirect lighting and turn the florescents on only for cooking or Al opening presents. We have three lamps in our main room and at least one in each of our closet-rooms. My favorite lighting is my Christmas string lights. They are pretty awesome, although when I'm going to sleep I have to lean over the end of my bed and stretch towards the wall to rip the plug out of the socket. Other than that oversight, they are groovy.
I decorate our room when people have birthdays with my birthday sign. The first time I put it up, Ra's mom saw it from the outside and thought someone was pregnant. Although the sign does have letters on bib-like felt, it does in fact say Happy Birthday to people who are already legal citizens. I love birthdays and holidays so I always try to make their birthdays special. I made Ra an Oreo/pudding/frosting cake that gave us all headaches and I bought Mo two-bite cupcakes for hers. I bought candles for both of them and have probably already misplaced Ra's. Gr thinks I am somewhat contradictory in this sense because I am not a traditonal person, but my mom always made me feel special on my birthday and I try to pass that on to the people in my life.
Christmas is coming up and although we procrastinate on almost everything else, we are not present-buying procrastinators. I am not sure about the gift-status of everyone in the suite, but my educated guess is that everyone knows what she is getting almost every single person on her list, it if isn't already bought, wrapped, and stuck in an Anthropologie bag under her bed. I am looking forward to our gift swap immensely.
All of my suitemates are in a sorority, and I finally joined a fraternity this fall. I really like it--it is much more low-key than their sorority and I have a lot of fun with my pledge sisters and brother. We are planning a party for our bigs right now and I am taking charge. I like taking charge because I am anal. I am going to make my big sister's gift and I think it will be very cute.
Speaking of being anal, I am no longer allowing myself to ride with other people in their cars if I am paying attnetion to their driving. I always think we are going to crash because I am not in control. I know that does not say good things about my unfortunate desire to control things around me, but there you go. I usually have to shut my eyes or pretend that I have my own brake.
Gr drives a silver Golf and it suits her quite well. Ra drives an old white Honda, but it usually drives her--crazy, that is. She is getting used to this whole driving business, and in this city, that is commendable. Mo's car is a 2 door silver Honda. She likes it except for the 2 door part. I drive a Scion xA and it is my dream car, although I know to never buy a car with black seats again. I often have wet dogs in my car and you can tell from the nose marks. I park like a fiend in that car. It is Yaris-sized.
Like our dorm.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I'm glad that it's fall.
I rearranged my room. I like being in here now. the energy is much, much better. pictures later maybe.
I visited my family and realized I miss them a lot a lot. reconsidering cashville, but who knows. I'm not too far.
gonna volunteer at the buddhist cafe tomorrow. will see how that goes. should be interesting. I don't remember whether I said I'd show up at 11 or 11:30, so 11 it is.
I slept over at B's last night--she's out of town for four days. I read Twilight (fundamentally dislike) until I fell asleep at ten-thirty. I woke up at ten. I cannot remember the last time I had that much sleep, but I guess I needed it.
fall makes me think of vampire stuff, I guess, because I'm on a kick now.
I love lounging around in my towel. love it.
I really miss having my own place. not alone. but my own place. my kitchen, where I make vegan stuff (or, more accurately, assemble vegan stuff, because I don't cook). I want to make spaghetti and maybe I will make that for my dinner tonight at Brooks'. I'm trying not to buy food so much anymore because I'm gonna need to pay for my insurance soon and I'm always worried about money even when I have it. passively not actively right now.
I'm going to attempt to secure myself an internship. god help me. who knows where I can cram that in? I do not.
for once I had absolutely nothing to do yesterday. i went to class for fifty minutes and that was it. crazy. I was really bored. I kinda wanted to go on a date. but I didn't know anyone who would go on a date with me, so instead I went to McDonald's and bought two apple pies (apparently vegan) and got kinda nauseated.
B's bed is fantastic but I'm not used to pillows and my neck kinda hurt.
I'm thinking about upping my times per week that I work out, but God knows when that might occur. Fridays seem open. And Monday is my last Womanism class. I'm sad that the class is going to end but really happy to recover my 8:25-10:45 hours of the night. Jon and Kate Plus Eight comes on at eight on Monday, dontcha know.
Now I'm gonna get ready for working at the gym. Only working there once a week and the pay is nice every other Friday. Need to fill out my paperwork for the Writing Center so's I can get paid for that, too.
I rearranged my room. I like being in here now. the energy is much, much better. pictures later maybe.
I visited my family and realized I miss them a lot a lot. reconsidering cashville, but who knows. I'm not too far.
gonna volunteer at the buddhist cafe tomorrow. will see how that goes. should be interesting. I don't remember whether I said I'd show up at 11 or 11:30, so 11 it is.
I slept over at B's last night--she's out of town for four days. I read Twilight (fundamentally dislike) until I fell asleep at ten-thirty. I woke up at ten. I cannot remember the last time I had that much sleep, but I guess I needed it.
fall makes me think of vampire stuff, I guess, because I'm on a kick now.
I love lounging around in my towel. love it.
I really miss having my own place. not alone. but my own place. my kitchen, where I make vegan stuff (or, more accurately, assemble vegan stuff, because I don't cook). I want to make spaghetti and maybe I will make that for my dinner tonight at Brooks'. I'm trying not to buy food so much anymore because I'm gonna need to pay for my insurance soon and I'm always worried about money even when I have it. passively not actively right now.
I'm going to attempt to secure myself an internship. god help me. who knows where I can cram that in? I do not.
for once I had absolutely nothing to do yesterday. i went to class for fifty minutes and that was it. crazy. I was really bored. I kinda wanted to go on a date. but I didn't know anyone who would go on a date with me, so instead I went to McDonald's and bought two apple pies (apparently vegan) and got kinda nauseated.
B's bed is fantastic but I'm not used to pillows and my neck kinda hurt.
I'm thinking about upping my times per week that I work out, but God knows when that might occur. Fridays seem open. And Monday is my last Womanism class. I'm sad that the class is going to end but really happy to recover my 8:25-10:45 hours of the night. Jon and Kate Plus Eight comes on at eight on Monday, dontcha know.
Now I'm gonna get ready for working at the gym. Only working there once a week and the pay is nice every other Friday. Need to fill out my paperwork for the Writing Center so's I can get paid for that, too.
Monday, October 6, 2008
As an aside...
Today Ian told Mom he wanted Barack Obama (he pronounced his name correctly, too) to win.
Mom: What do you know about that? Why do you want him to win?
Ian: Because he's the first.
Mom: Well, what about McCain?
Ian: He's usually fifth.
I habor hope that I will no longer be the only Democrat in the family.
Mom: What do you know about that? Why do you want him to win?
Ian: Because he's the first.
Mom: Well, what about McCain?
Ian: He's usually fifth.
I habor hope that I will no longer be the only Democrat in the family.
Summer's over, kids.
As evidenced by non-blogging, school is back, and with it whole host of Things for Me to Do. I'm working three jobs, joined a service fraternity, starting to volunteer at the World Peace Cafe, writing papers, going to class, not having a functioning laptop (hence my resolve to never again buy a Dell), dealing with girl drama, and going to spin class three times a week. I love almost of all of it, and today has been a particularly full day. I like having so much to do--it's never been my style before, but I'm adjusting to it pretty well. It's nice to feel like I've accomplished something when I go to sleep.
Later I will post some of my happy full days. Now I am going to observe the technician man call my phone and summarily fix my computer, then I will go to class, get sustenance, and work on mah papers.
Later I will post some of my happy full days. Now I am going to observe the technician man call my phone and summarily fix my computer, then I will go to class, get sustenance, and work on mah papers.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I like blogs with beautiful pictures and working jobs untouched by corporate soulessness.
i wonder how much happier I would be working for owners who opened their own dream cafe and who were there all the time. all of these people with their non traditional jobs or own businesses who are making it in life, make me wonder what my goals are when i leave school. makes me wonder how much i really believe you need that boring nine-to-five to survive. or for me to feel comfortable financially. i'm not even thinking of supporting a family, but maybe one day I will want little cute drooling loud babies at my house, of the human variety. right now I'm just sad I have to give up candace. i probably won't find a home for her and that just sucks so much for her.
maybe I'll post on craigslist again. who knows if that will help.
Tami told me tonight that she told her kids not to look for a life partner; she said that it makes you lower your standards. which is often true. she says if it's meant to be, it will happen. which I actually believe. people like my coworker d, he's not in any sort of position to have a girlfriend. he's too unhappy with his life. and he wants one so badly.
so maybe I'm okay with waiting. and baking a little more. and getting more tattoos. I've been thinking about taking more pictures, maybe eventually looking into photography as a hobby. I made sunflower earrings and grape earrings last night. the former ones especially didn't turn out that great, but I'm learning. I have a tendency to WAY OBSESS over something and then never do it, and I'm glad that isn't the case with these earrings, because they are super fun and easy to make. I need to start sewing again. I found all of this amazing fabric online, and I hope I can find somewhere here that sells good fabric, because there are some things you just don't want to buy on the internet. making stuff just requires a sudden bout of inspiration. my next projects are gonna be to make one of my sarongs into a handkerchief skirt, sew up the tiny orange dress/sun sarong questionable item into a skirt, and hopefully, at some point, make a dress. I cannot buy most commericially made dresses because they just do not sell size 11 dresses with 34DDD cups. (I hope the boob measurement does not significantly increase the traffic on this site... jesus.)
in conclusion, I am moving out in exactly two weeks (panic!), and I have had a good summer. it's been mostly full of making money, spending money, getting over L (with a low degree of success, but I'm feeling pretty good about it now), changing my food habits, taking spinning class irregularly, juicing, being lonely, having trivia/Not Grey's nights, fabulous nights at Mo's aunt's condo, getting to bond with another soul hippie sister, sweet kitties named Candace who just need a hippie mama to love on them, and learning that I manage quite well on my own.
i wonder how much happier I would be working for owners who opened their own dream cafe and who were there all the time. all of these people with their non traditional jobs or own businesses who are making it in life, make me wonder what my goals are when i leave school. makes me wonder how much i really believe you need that boring nine-to-five to survive. or for me to feel comfortable financially. i'm not even thinking of supporting a family, but maybe one day I will want little cute drooling loud babies at my house, of the human variety. right now I'm just sad I have to give up candace. i probably won't find a home for her and that just sucks so much for her.
maybe I'll post on craigslist again. who knows if that will help.
Tami told me tonight that she told her kids not to look for a life partner; she said that it makes you lower your standards. which is often true. she says if it's meant to be, it will happen. which I actually believe. people like my coworker d, he's not in any sort of position to have a girlfriend. he's too unhappy with his life. and he wants one so badly.
so maybe I'm okay with waiting. and baking a little more. and getting more tattoos. I've been thinking about taking more pictures, maybe eventually looking into photography as a hobby. I made sunflower earrings and grape earrings last night. the former ones especially didn't turn out that great, but I'm learning. I have a tendency to WAY OBSESS over something and then never do it, and I'm glad that isn't the case with these earrings, because they are super fun and easy to make. I need to start sewing again. I found all of this amazing fabric online, and I hope I can find somewhere here that sells good fabric, because there are some things you just don't want to buy on the internet. making stuff just requires a sudden bout of inspiration. my next projects are gonna be to make one of my sarongs into a handkerchief skirt, sew up the tiny orange dress/sun sarong questionable item into a skirt, and hopefully, at some point, make a dress. I cannot buy most commericially made dresses because they just do not sell size 11 dresses with 34DDD cups. (I hope the boob measurement does not significantly increase the traffic on this site... jesus.)
in conclusion, I am moving out in exactly two weeks (panic!), and I have had a good summer. it's been mostly full of making money, spending money, getting over L (with a low degree of success, but I'm feeling pretty good about it now), changing my food habits, taking spinning class irregularly, juicing, being lonely, having trivia/Not Grey's nights, fabulous nights at Mo's aunt's condo, getting to bond with another soul hippie sister, sweet kitties named Candace who just need a hippie mama to love on them, and learning that I manage quite well on my own.
Monday, August 4, 2008
So my housemates think that they are either pregnant or HIV positive, fairly seriously. They are having mucho bad scares right now. It sort of puts my whole damn-I-am-not-getting-any thing into perspective.
I have also decided that it is high time for me to stop looking on the interwebs for two things: windows into other people's lives because I'm not doing anything interesting with mine at the moment, and girlfriends. Right now, to use a Buffy analogy, I need to bake some more as me, sans another person. It's okay if that time is short. I am just going to try to use this as an experience to come more into my own. I've been in a relationship the majority of the time I've been at college (only for a month was I single and uninterested in anyone else), so maybe now would be a good time to firmly establish my friendships and have a little more introspection with myself, without anyone else. It might be interesting to note, though, that I feel I have changed less with this breakup than any others, but that might just be time talking. I guess maybe I feel like I haven't been as constrained into being the same person throughout the duration of the relationship? I dunno. I'm rambling. I want to go to spin class or smoke. I shouldn't have eaten those four Oreos with frosting, fer sure, but the kale and apple juice was a good choice when I got home tonight at ten.
I am looking forward to many experiences this year, but no matter how helpful I might feel, I hope procuring my housemate an abortion is not one of them.
I have also decided that it is high time for me to stop looking on the interwebs for two things: windows into other people's lives because I'm not doing anything interesting with mine at the moment, and girlfriends. Right now, to use a Buffy analogy, I need to bake some more as me, sans another person. It's okay if that time is short. I am just going to try to use this as an experience to come more into my own. I've been in a relationship the majority of the time I've been at college (only for a month was I single and uninterested in anyone else), so maybe now would be a good time to firmly establish my friendships and have a little more introspection with myself, without anyone else. It might be interesting to note, though, that I feel I have changed less with this breakup than any others, but that might just be time talking. I guess maybe I feel like I haven't been as constrained into being the same person throughout the duration of the relationship? I dunno. I'm rambling. I want to go to spin class or smoke. I shouldn't have eaten those four Oreos with frosting, fer sure, but the kale and apple juice was a good choice when I got home tonight at ten.
I am looking forward to many experiences this year, but no matter how helpful I might feel, I hope procuring my housemate an abortion is not one of them.
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