Quote by Robert Holman.
I "traveled" to the town where I grew up (about an hour away from where I live now) to go see a good friend of mine play the female lead in Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. This was good for two reasons: 1) I got to go see an entertaining stage production which I haven't done in a while and 2) I got to spend some time with my brother who I don't get to see often enough. The play was really good, though my brother said the movie (which I will likely not see) was awesome but very gory. I get a little squeamish with movies like that.
I loved having the chance to catch up with my brother in person. Lately, we've been doing really well communicating via text message, MySpace and email, but nothing beats face-to-face interaction. I also think it's cool that he's totally up for going to see a musical. He can fix cars (plus tons of other stuff), plays the drums, works as a bicycle mechanic, and is going to school for graphic design, just to scratch the surface. And he'll willingly go see a musical with his sister! Talk about versatile! I'm definitely impressed with the adult he has become. If you can't tell by my gushing, I'm his older sister and I think he's awesome. All these feelings are especially influenced by the fact that we ran into his ex-girlfriend (a recent breakup) and the look on her face when she saw us was pretty much a cross between "Oh shit" and panic. Kind of funny, considering she's the one who broke up with him and I know he was really hurt by the whole thing. Now he's being mature and trying to deal with things in an adult way (by actually being pleasant and greeting her when they run into each other) and she's furious because he removed her from the number one friend position on his MySpace page. Really? Oh, high school realtionships. I know some couples are adult and connected enough to grow and change together regardless of when they met, but I personally am glad I moved on from my first serious relationship that started in high school. The moral of the story is that there is someone out there who is right for you. Not, "Yeah, I can deal with the stuff I don't like," but "This person is so perfect for me that he/she helps me be the best person I can be." Don't settle for anything less!
The sick are the greatest danger for the healthy; it is not from the strongest that harm comes to the strong, but from the weakest
Monday, September 22, 2008
Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche.
I've had a pretty bad cold since Thursday night and it has made getting things done pretty difficult. I missed half of my internship Friday which means I have to do four hours of plastics research at home. Exciting. I know. So what do I do? After my other internship today, I went grocery shopping, came home and took a shower, ate two cookies, turned on the TV, popped open my laptop and... browsed the internet. Now I'm blogging. In my defense, no one wants to research plastics, which is why I get to do it. After all, I'm the intern! But isn't it funny how you can think of a thousand things to do when you really have to get something done? And how all of them sound better than what you have to do? So at this point, the four hours I'm supposed to make up is going to be more like two because I definitely have to go to bed early tonight. I guess I've found the secret to blogging more frequently. Find something that you'll do anything to avoid that involves sitting in front of your computer!
I've had a pretty bad cold since Thursday night and it has made getting things done pretty difficult. I missed half of my internship Friday which means I have to do four hours of plastics research at home. Exciting. I know. So what do I do? After my other internship today, I went grocery shopping, came home and took a shower, ate two cookies, turned on the TV, popped open my laptop and... browsed the internet. Now I'm blogging. In my defense, no one wants to research plastics, which is why I get to do it. After all, I'm the intern! But isn't it funny how you can think of a thousand things to do when you really have to get something done? And how all of them sound better than what you have to do? So at this point, the four hours I'm supposed to make up is going to be more like two because I definitely have to go to bed early tonight. I guess I've found the secret to blogging more frequently. Find something that you'll do anything to avoid that involves sitting in front of your computer!
One of the great mind destroyers of college education is the belief that if it's very complex, it's very profound
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Quote by Dennis Prager.
This was actually written at approximately 1:00 today. Didn't have a computer in front of me at the time.
I'm blogging low-tech today for two reasons. 1) I'm bored in class and 2) My laptop battery doesn't work so I have to have it plugged in to use it. Not very convenient when I'm trying to occupy my time in a class where I can't focus on the lecture. Ok. I confess I just listened to the professor because he literally stopped mid-sentence and went off on people coming to class late. He said doing so is "disruptive behavior" and he "won't tolerate it." Then he said if he noticed a pattern (meaning certain people being late more than twice) he would ask those students not to come back to class. Since this is college (for which we all pay tuition) I would like to know how he plans to influence people not to come back to class... Lower their grades? I just love professors who manage to be on a power trip because they are "in charge" of so much within their class. It's actually pretty laughable.
Today I went out between classes to meet Lauryn for coffee and browsing. I say "browsing" because "shopping" requires spending money, something we both don't have a lot of. We both purchased something at Borders but that doesn't really count because Lauryn had a gift card and my purchase was a gift for my mom selected from the bargain section. Anyway, it was really nice to escape for a few hours and spend some time with a friend. I've been so busy with school and work lately that many things have fallen by the wayside. Just look at the last time I posted an entry! However, I finally feel that I have my to-do list under control. My schedule is starting to actually feel manageable.
So here's the beginning of my attempt to increase the frequency of my posts... Hopefully this works!
This was actually written at approximately 1:00 today. Didn't have a computer in front of me at the time.
I'm blogging low-tech today for two reasons. 1) I'm bored in class and 2) My laptop battery doesn't work so I have to have it plugged in to use it. Not very convenient when I'm trying to occupy my time in a class where I can't focus on the lecture. Ok. I confess I just listened to the professor because he literally stopped mid-sentence and went off on people coming to class late. He said doing so is "disruptive behavior" and he "won't tolerate it." Then he said if he noticed a pattern (meaning certain people being late more than twice) he would ask those students not to come back to class. Since this is college (for which we all pay tuition) I would like to know how he plans to influence people not to come back to class... Lower their grades? I just love professors who manage to be on a power trip because they are "in charge" of so much within their class. It's actually pretty laughable.
Today I went out between classes to meet Lauryn for coffee and browsing. I say "browsing" because "shopping" requires spending money, something we both don't have a lot of. We both purchased something at Borders but that doesn't really count because Lauryn had a gift card and my purchase was a gift for my mom selected from the bargain section. Anyway, it was really nice to escape for a few hours and spend some time with a friend. I've been so busy with school and work lately that many things have fallen by the wayside. Just look at the last time I posted an entry! However, I finally feel that I have my to-do list under control. My schedule is starting to actually feel manageable.
So here's the beginning of my attempt to increase the frequency of my posts... Hopefully this works!
Quote by Dena Groquet.
Yes, two posts in one day. I'm in that bad a mood. Apparently I wasn't done bitching yet.
As I've mentioned, I work in a hair salon. Most of our clients are adults, but some are children, which is wonderful. I mean yeah, occasionally the kids getting their hair cut freak out for whatever reason but that's usually the really young ones and they're gone in 20 minutes.
However, and this is what inspired this post, some parents (who have appointments) bring their children with them to the salon. Because receptionist is synonymous with babysitter. The fact of the matter is that I am a babysitter (at least on Thursdays) and I get paid $10 an hour to be one. Unfortunately, none of the parents who bring their kids into the salon have offered to pay me anything for watching their kids yet.
Today, a father brought his daughters into the salon. I would guess they are 3 and 6. The older one kept taking fistfuls of candy out of the dish (not my problem that she'll have a massive sugar high later - deal with that, Dad!) and the little one was pretty well-behaved except that she touched approximately every inch of the mirrors on the closet doors she could reach. Meanwhile, the dad was just sitting in his stylist's chair, not paying any attention to what was going on in the front, otherwise known as My Domain. So the children are wandering around touching things and making me feel like I had to keep an eye on them, which is irritating because that's not what I'm here for. Fortunately, these children aren't destructive or really doing anything wrong, but the reason we don't offer daycare here at the salon is because it's a salon. Not a daycare, school, playground, or any other place where groups of children are watched by adults who agree to watch them. So maybe I should add $10 to the client's bill for watching his kids for an hour. What do you think?
Yes, two posts in one day. I'm in that bad a mood. Apparently I wasn't done bitching yet.
As I've mentioned, I work in a hair salon. Most of our clients are adults, but some are children, which is wonderful. I mean yeah, occasionally the kids getting their hair cut freak out for whatever reason but that's usually the really young ones and they're gone in 20 minutes.
However, and this is what inspired this post, some parents (who have appointments) bring their children with them to the salon. Because receptionist is synonymous with babysitter. The fact of the matter is that I am a babysitter (at least on Thursdays) and I get paid $10 an hour to be one. Unfortunately, none of the parents who bring their kids into the salon have offered to pay me anything for watching their kids yet.
Today, a father brought his daughters into the salon. I would guess they are 3 and 6. The older one kept taking fistfuls of candy out of the dish (not my problem that she'll have a massive sugar high later - deal with that, Dad!) and the little one was pretty well-behaved except that she touched approximately every inch of the mirrors on the closet doors she could reach. Meanwhile, the dad was just sitting in his stylist's chair, not paying any attention to what was going on in the front, otherwise known as My Domain. So the children are wandering around touching things and making me feel like I had to keep an eye on them, which is irritating because that's not what I'm here for. Fortunately, these children aren't destructive or really doing anything wrong, but the reason we don't offer daycare here at the salon is because it's a salon. Not a daycare, school, playground, or any other place where groups of children are watched by adults who agree to watch them. So maybe I should add $10 to the client's bill for watching his kids for an hour. What do you think?
Quote by Richard Carlson.
As I mentioned in my last post, I just began yet another semester of school. More specifically, it's the fall semester of my fourth and final year of undergrad and it has been the most stressful first week of college ever. I feel like I have a million pages to read (as soon as possible) and a ridiculous amount of homework on top of that (due next week). This morning (while I was crying because I couldn't handle it, which made me feel more pathetic) D tried to make me put it in perspective and said all the right things, like "You can do it," "It's only a year and then you're done," "I know that you'll finish everything on time," etc. It was all very nice to hear but it did not keep me from feeling upset at the time. So after I got done blubbering, I fixed my makeup and left for work where, surprisingly, no one has gone out of their way to annoy me (yet). In reality, I know people don't annoy other people purposely, but I think there are those people in everyone's life who are just intolerable because personalities clash.
I'm here at work and I have five hours and six minutes left, pretty much everyone knows I'm stressed beyond belief and everyone's being pretty supportive, and I have had a large quantity of coffee which will hopefully power me through the rest of the day. This evening I'm attending a mandatory party for a program I'm in at school called ATiB (Applied Technology in Business). It's a great program, but this mandatory party thing is taking a huge chunk out of one of the few free evenings I usually have to do homework and/or get things done around the house and/or have a social life. Also, I spent about three hours last night baking desserts for said party and I'm also in charge of picking up the sandwiches from Jimmy Johns and then driving myself and all the food out to Roseville (about a half hour from where I live) to a party that I will feel compelled to stay at till the very end so I can help clean up. And did I mention that I went shopping for the pop and chips and other miscellaneous party paraphrenalia on Thursday night after I got done babysitting a 2-year-old? No? I forgot to mention that? Did I also forget to mention that I have a to-do list a mile long in addition to the massive amount of homework and reading?
Tomorrow, I'm going to a local event called Arts and Apples with my dad. It should be fun but I feel compelled to call him today and tell him we'll have to focus on cutting it short. I'm disappointed because I was looking forward to spending time with him, but there are really only so many hours in a day, so I don't feel like I have much of a choice. I know everything will come together and I will feel more under control when I'm able to get things done, but I hate feeling this stressed out.
As I mentioned in my last post, I just began yet another semester of school. More specifically, it's the fall semester of my fourth and final year of undergrad and it has been the most stressful first week of college ever. I feel like I have a million pages to read (as soon as possible) and a ridiculous amount of homework on top of that (due next week). This morning (while I was crying because I couldn't handle it, which made me feel more pathetic) D tried to make me put it in perspective and said all the right things, like "You can do it," "It's only a year and then you're done," "I know that you'll finish everything on time," etc. It was all very nice to hear but it did not keep me from feeling upset at the time. So after I got done blubbering, I fixed my makeup and left for work where, surprisingly, no one has gone out of their way to annoy me (yet). In reality, I know people don't annoy other people purposely, but I think there are those people in everyone's life who are just intolerable because personalities clash.
I'm here at work and I have five hours and six minutes left, pretty much everyone knows I'm stressed beyond belief and everyone's being pretty supportive, and I have had a large quantity of coffee which will hopefully power me through the rest of the day. This evening I'm attending a mandatory party for a program I'm in at school called ATiB (Applied Technology in Business). It's a great program, but this mandatory party thing is taking a huge chunk out of one of the few free evenings I usually have to do homework and/or get things done around the house and/or have a social life. Also, I spent about three hours last night baking desserts for said party and I'm also in charge of picking up the sandwiches from Jimmy Johns and then driving myself and all the food out to Roseville (about a half hour from where I live) to a party that I will feel compelled to stay at till the very end so I can help clean up. And did I mention that I went shopping for the pop and chips and other miscellaneous party paraphrenalia on Thursday night after I got done babysitting a 2-year-old? No? I forgot to mention that? Did I also forget to mention that I have a to-do list a mile long in addition to the massive amount of homework and reading?
Tomorrow, I'm going to a local event called Arts and Apples with my dad. It should be fun but I feel compelled to call him today and tell him we'll have to focus on cutting it short. I'm disappointed because I was looking forward to spending time with him, but there are really only so many hours in a day, so I don't feel like I have much of a choice. I know everything will come together and I will feel more under control when I'm able to get things done, but I hate feeling this stressed out.
Quote by Dave Barry.
I went camping with the wonderful D over Labor Day weekend. We met up with some friends from work in Sterling. I have decided that I can only take approximately two days and two nights before I'm ready to go home and take a shower and sleep in a real bed, which is great because that's exactly how long our trip was! Yes, they have showers in the campground but it is torture enough to use the toilet there - I don't need to subject myself to 10 minutes of showering while standing in someone else's filth.
Camping, Day 1:
We left on Saturday after I got done working (I'm a receptionist at a salon so Saturday night is my Friday night, if that makes sense) and got to the campground around 5:30. On the way, we took a detour we didn't have to take which frustrated D, but we got to go to a Flying J gas station where D purchased beef jerky. As of last Friday, I had never had beef jerky before in my life, so that was an experience. And have you ever heard of a Flying J gas station? Not me! Anyway, we got to the campsite, put up the tent, and started drinking. I will go off on a tangent for one moment: I went camping several times when I was younger, and I definitely never noticed that literally everyone was drunk the entire time. So much alcohol was consumed over the entire weekend it was really unbelievable. Long story short, I got drunk enough (not enough to do anything embarrassing) and went in the tent for a little bit to recuperate so I could come back out and enjoy the festivities. D, on the other hand, got completely annihilated. To the point that his nickname for the rest of the trip was Jack. As in Jack Daniels, and I am not kidding. Needless to say, he was absolutely ridiculous and everyone else thought it was funny, but intoxicated me was not amused.
Camping, Day 2:
I did not sleep well because someone was snoring like a chainsaw all night long. So, slightly groggy but not really hung over, I emerged from the tent around 8:30 or 9:00. I had some breakfast and D finally got up with his tail between his legs because he felt like crap and regretted getting so drunk. I gave him the cold shoulder for a while because I was grumpy from not sleeping well and I have a hard time being sympathetic toward people who drank themselves silly and feel like crap the next day, though god knows I've been there a few times. I got some coffee in me though and eventually came around to actually being pleasant (which I should have been from the beginning) but only after D said I was acting like I wasn't very happy with him. We all got in a converted school bus (smells the same disgusting way as when you rode it on the way to school, I promise) to ride to the river to get in the canoe and raft. D and I were in a canoe, Tara, Will, Christa, and Chris were in a raft. I proceeded to get pretty drunk (D was not drinking, obviously) and we tied the canoe to the raft and made our way down the river. Along the way, I apologized all over the place for being a bitch to D. You know, like when you are disproportionately remorseful for something because you're drunk. We met some fun people (Duke, Horny, Lopez, etc.), had jello shots, bonged some beer, and generally partied our way down the river. I was in and out of the canoe a bunch of times but on one fateful occasion the canoe beat the crap out of me. See examples below.
I am convinced that canoes are evil and their metal edges are designed to torture people on purpose. I didn't feel it abuse my legs at the time but when I couldn't move them upon waking up the next day, I was definitely impressed by the anesthetic powers of alcohol. Amazing that you can inflict that much damage to yourself and not even notice it at the time. And by the way, the bruises look way worse in person, my little PowerShot doesn't capture their true hideousness all that well.
Camping, Day 3:
Ate cereal, packed up the tent, and left by 10:30. It was fabulous eating real food at home and taking a wonderful shower in my clean bathroom. I cooked tilapia, breaded tomatoes with cheese, and pasta for dinner. What I cooked is important, because when I was talking to D's mom at their house today, she told me D said I'm "a really good cook." That makes me so happy because the 1950's housewife in me needs to be an amazing cook and good at all things domestic. Especially for my man!
So all in all, I had a wonderful weekend with my wonderful guy. And now back to school. Bah.
I went camping with the wonderful D over Labor Day weekend. We met up with some friends from work in Sterling. I have decided that I can only take approximately two days and two nights before I'm ready to go home and take a shower and sleep in a real bed, which is great because that's exactly how long our trip was! Yes, they have showers in the campground but it is torture enough to use the toilet there - I don't need to subject myself to 10 minutes of showering while standing in someone else's filth.
Camping, Day 1:
We left on Saturday after I got done working (I'm a receptionist at a salon so Saturday night is my Friday night, if that makes sense) and got to the campground around 5:30. On the way, we took a detour we didn't have to take which frustrated D, but we got to go to a Flying J gas station where D purchased beef jerky. As of last Friday, I had never had beef jerky before in my life, so that was an experience. And have you ever heard of a Flying J gas station? Not me! Anyway, we got to the campsite, put up the tent, and started drinking. I will go off on a tangent for one moment: I went camping several times when I was younger, and I definitely never noticed that literally everyone was drunk the entire time. So much alcohol was consumed over the entire weekend it was really unbelievable. Long story short, I got drunk enough (not enough to do anything embarrassing) and went in the tent for a little bit to recuperate so I could come back out and enjoy the festivities. D, on the other hand, got completely annihilated. To the point that his nickname for the rest of the trip was Jack. As in Jack Daniels, and I am not kidding. Needless to say, he was absolutely ridiculous and everyone else thought it was funny, but intoxicated me was not amused.
Camping, Day 2:
I did not sleep well because someone was snoring like a chainsaw all night long. So, slightly groggy but not really hung over, I emerged from the tent around 8:30 or 9:00. I had some breakfast and D finally got up with his tail between his legs because he felt like crap and regretted getting so drunk. I gave him the cold shoulder for a while because I was grumpy from not sleeping well and I have a hard time being sympathetic toward people who drank themselves silly and feel like crap the next day, though god knows I've been there a few times. I got some coffee in me though and eventually came around to actually being pleasant (which I should have been from the beginning) but only after D said I was acting like I wasn't very happy with him. We all got in a converted school bus (smells the same disgusting way as when you rode it on the way to school, I promise) to ride to the river to get in the canoe and raft. D and I were in a canoe, Tara, Will, Christa, and Chris were in a raft. I proceeded to get pretty drunk (D was not drinking, obviously) and we tied the canoe to the raft and made our way down the river. Along the way, I apologized all over the place for being a bitch to D. You know, like when you are disproportionately remorseful for something because you're drunk. We met some fun people (Duke, Horny, Lopez, etc.), had jello shots, bonged some beer, and generally partied our way down the river. I was in and out of the canoe a bunch of times but on one fateful occasion the canoe beat the crap out of me. See examples below.
I am convinced that canoes are evil and their metal edges are designed to torture people on purpose. I didn't feel it abuse my legs at the time but when I couldn't move them upon waking up the next day, I was definitely impressed by the anesthetic powers of alcohol. Amazing that you can inflict that much damage to yourself and not even notice it at the time. And by the way, the bruises look way worse in person, my little PowerShot doesn't capture their true hideousness all that well.
Camping, Day 3:
Ate cereal, packed up the tent, and left by 10:30. It was fabulous eating real food at home and taking a wonderful shower in my clean bathroom. I cooked tilapia, breaded tomatoes with cheese, and pasta for dinner. What I cooked is important, because when I was talking to D's mom at their house today, she told me D said I'm "a really good cook." That makes me so happy because the 1950's housewife in me needs to be an amazing cook and good at all things domestic. Especially for my man!
So all in all, I had a wonderful weekend with my wonderful guy. And now back to school. Bah.
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