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Monday, December 7th, 2009
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11:46 am
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My roommate unfriended me on facebook. lol and fml.
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| Sunday, December 6th, 2009
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4:25 pm
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I CAN DO THIS.
Tomorrow: HIST 101 012 (Evolution of Western Ideas and Institutions to the 17th Century) is tomorrow from 9-11. 5 prompts chosen from a pool of 10, pick 3 and write 3 essays, each worth 10 points.
I'm so weary of trying to study. I have like ZERO concentration. But! I will prevail!! imma do this.
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| Sunday, November 22nd, 2009
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4:34 pm
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Also:
I've been observing an ESL classroom for second and third graders at Ravenswood Elementary. Most of the kids are pretty fluent in English, but Xhaidy (I'm pretty sure that's how to spell her name) just moved here from Venezuela. On Thursday, the kids were sharing stories they'd written with each other, and Xhaidy's partner Sam, sat there and read her story in Spanish even though it was written in English. I was like DAMN, kid! I talked to her about it, because I was wondering at first if she read it in Spanish because she was more comfortable reading in Spanish than English, but no, she could read and write fine, she just did it for Xhaidy's benefit. And I was totally blown away by the mental prowess of this second grader who was reading English and transcribing it into Spanish with ease. High-five Sam, high-five.
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| Friday, November 13th, 2009
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12:21 pm
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Gaahhh and now blackboard won't load. How am I suppsoed to write my paper without a prompt? Why didn't the teacher hand out hard copies of the prompt like everyone else? Why isn't blackboard working? Fuck you blackboard.luc.edu! D''':
(on a brighter note, I did start my observation clinicals today and dayum, those kids were cute! Also, I ran into an elevator maintenance guy downstairs and he explained why the elevator runs so slow! At last--a mystery solved! But other than that, today is super sucky)
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8:24 am
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not to be emo or anything, but, idk, this is a like a diary right?:
Monday: Cold officially started, study for Linguistics Test
Tuesday: Cold, Linguistics Test, fever of 101
Wednesday: Cold, Work, study for History Test
Thursday: Cold, History Test, Work
Friday: Cold, Race & Ethnic Relations Paper due, BROKE MY LAPTOP BATTERY. It is currently at "0%" and says "10 hours until completion". How is that possible?! What did I do to it?!?!?!?!?! I basically have a very small, thin desktop computer now. >.<
Okay guys, good news. My dad just called, he said if I let it charge, it might be okay, and more importantly, he has a spare battery he can give me when I come home. SUCK IT WORLD.
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| Monday, November 2nd, 2009
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6:49 pm
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I just want to say that Halloween was AWESOME. I mean for real guys. Any night that involves people getting their ears pierced and me eating apples is wonderful, right? Also I took a taxi for the third time ever and I had a kick-ass costume.
Also life is kinda putting me through the wringer right now, but my igoogle quote today was "tough times never last; tough people do", so, you know.
ho boy. well I have to go to work (blech) and then I have to do homework...booo.
(ps I might get an apartment with Sam & Jackie next year and that would be SO SWANK).
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| Friday, October 2nd, 2009
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4:42 am
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Well! I had a good night! I'm sure going to feel this tomorrow, I'm sure.
Anyway, Heather and Noel are studying for human anatomy and I think I'm going to bed. And getting up at 6:30 :)
Joe's just the best y'all. Yua!
Talk to y'alls later! I kind of have a lot to post about, like this week in general (like my super failed Linguistics presentation and how I made a lot of jokes in my HIST 111 midterm etc). Heather has been a good roommate allll week, except for. Well she's been fabulous, let's leave it there.
Holla! Have a good Friday. I miss everybody!
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| Monday, September 28th, 2009
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6:51 pm
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I just had a cup of coffee so my excitement level is RISING...!!
Anyway so let's all be bffs on skype, okay? I am questioneer, obvi.
(I had skype long before it was cool, fyi. I got one in like 2006 when Caleb went to Bonn. But I regot it yesterday because Joe and Sam have them and we all hate facebook! So yeah! End of story!)
<3s y'all!!
Also so this week was going to suck because of all the junk I have to do, but then Sam was like "Let's have fun!" and I was like "OKAY!" so now I'm in a good mood! It was that easy. Instead of freaking out and dreading and being sad about the three tests and two projects due tomorrow, wednesday, and thursday, I'm like HOLLLLLA. It's amazing what a change of attitude can do, you know?
This weekend was AWESOME. I spent the first half of Saturday at work (more about that later) and then the second and third half (haha, just kidding! I mean the second and third third) I spent with Joe's family. They came up for family weekend. THEY ARE SO CUTE. Like SERIOUSLY. Also, Joe and I both have brothers named Alex WHO WERE BORN ON THE SAME DAY. Crazy, right? Anyway, I adore his family, and they are totally awesome, and in retrospect I am not surprised because Joe's awesome, so naturally he came from good stock, right? Right. Anyway so I spent all day with them (because my family doesn't love me enough to come up for family weekend, etc etc) and I had lots of fun. Then I did homework all day Sunday. And yeah! I <3 Joe! He is super great! I want to post more about that later too! He's so funny and sweet!! It is RIDIC.
Anyway, I am so doing this stupid homework and I'm going to be in a good mood and I am going to eat oreos and drink coffee and I don't care if I get a little fat, because if I can run 5 miles in 40 minutes at a casual workout pace 3-4 days a week, then I don't give a shit about nothing.
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| Sunday, September 20th, 2009
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12:41 am
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I am CONFUSED. My brain is all twisty!
I've been reading/studying for my History 101 class, Intro to Western Civ. I got a little too into it, but whatever.
Okay so Perdiccas III's son, Amyntas IV married his cousin, Cynane (who was daughter to Perdiccas's brother, Philip II, and his wife Audata). So these cousins got married and had a daughter named Eurydice (Adea). Okay that's legit. This is where I can't contort my brain any further: Eurydice marries her half-uncle (her mother's half-brother), Philip III, the son of Philip II and Philina. Philip II was both Eurydice's grandfather and her husband's father. Basically Cynane was married to her cousin, and conversely, her daughter was married to her uncle. What IS that? Is that possible?
That means that for any offspring of Eurydice and Philip III, Philip II is both their grandfather and great grandfather, while Amyntas III & Eurydice I are their great grandparents, their great-great grandparents, AND their great-great-great grandparents. ZOMG.
I guess the reason I am so confused is because in my mind, I picture marrying your cousin as a down arrow, and marrying your uncle as an up arrow, and then the arrows cancel each other out and it's nothingness.
Anyway, before studying, I went to Loyola's 24-Hour Theater Project, which was basically 4 one act plays written and rehearsed in the past 24 hours. They were HILARIOUS. I haven't laughed so hard in so long.
ANYWAY. I <3 history.
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| Thursday, September 17th, 2009
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2:46 pm
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Okay. Okay. I've tried not to post about this, but I HAVE to.
Okay so skipping a whole bunch of background stuff...basically my roommate and I can't talk politics because we end up fighting, and so I assumed it was a closed door for us, but Tuesday, I walked into the apartment after class, and she is sitting at her computer reading. I say hi. She ignores me. I ask if she's okay. She pretends to be started and is like "Oh I was just reading some really fascinating stuff." I sigh. I take the bait. I ask about it. She's like "You know how people were freaking out about the Joe Wilson thing because it apparently never happened before? Well I found stuff that said that people have booed in Congress before" (or something to that effect). I sigh. I explain of course people have booed (and cheered) before. That wasn't the issue. It's that no one has ever directly called the President a liar in the middle of a televised Congressional speech before. (and honestly, I don't really know. Thursday in class, my history teacher was roaring at us and he said "This has never been done before" and I said that when Heather and I were fighting because I assumed my (United States) history teacher with a doctorate in history knew what he was talking about). And she kept going and basically she'd found this "unbiased" website by this guy who compared Obama's presidency to Bush's. This guy had found that the media blew things way out of proportion for Obama and underplayed them for Bush, and that the secret service took death threats for Obama more seriously than Bush. Also, apparently people hated Bush a lot more than Obama and people were meaner to him. This is basically what she was saying and I have a couple of fundamental problems with it right off the bat, like:
1) CLEARLY this guy had an agenda with this website, and clearly he was conservative/Republic/pro-Bush/anti-Obama (or all of the above)
2) I'm citing Al Franken and Joe (who is a mass media and pop culture class) and saying that a) the media is not as liberal as people cry, and b) the media is trying to make a profit, not report relevant facts. They report on what we want to hear, not what we need to know, and they blow crap out of proportion. Case in point, this mysterious Yale murder. Joe and I spent 10 minutes watching them report that they knew nothing about it and flashing pictures of the poor girl from facebook on the screen. This is not news. At the bottom of the screen, there was a scrolly with relevant stuff, like wars and earthquakes and junk. Boring stuff. Anyway, my point being that the media's probably more equal than we give it credit for, depending on what you watch/listen, and the media is bullshit anyway, it's like your super hyper gossipy friend; don't pay her much mind.
3) Call me crazy, but I trust the secret service to do their job to the best of their ability. I believe that if they thought there was a death threat against the President, they would investigate it to the best of their ability, no matter who the President was. This guy had on his website and example OBama-favoritism: this man in Texas or something was pulled over because he had a "Impeach Obama" bumper sticker on his car that had a noose on it. The guy's house was searched by the secret service twice. Heather is like OMG THAT'S BREAKING THE FIRST AMENDMENT DO YOU THINK THAT'S FAIR. And I was like ...well, I don't want to get into an argument of fair/unfair because although I like the first amendment, I'm always uneasy about letting people express hate and murderous rage against other people. Secondly, I think the noose has certain racial conotations (OMG NO IT DOESN'T she says). And third, we may not have all the facts. I trust the secret service did what they did for valid reasons. And she didn't, obviously.
4) Okay while personally I think people like Obama more than Bush, I don't have statistics to back that up, but I CAN say that Bush was a two-term president and a lot of people adored him, so clearly he wasn't completely hated. But I think whatever, really, because Obama and Bush both have/had supporters and haters. They negate each other! And as for "meaner"? BOO HOO. Also, FYI. Presidents are always going to have haters! You know who was hated? LINCOLN. When I read his biography, I got chills because I was like "omg, this is SO going to be Bush's biography in 200 years." We LOVE LINCOLN NOW. But people didn't back in the day. They thought he was a buffoon. Just sayin'. So I don't care if Bush got more flack, because everyone gets flack. Remeber Roosevelt? Remember Truman? Remember Clinton? Anyone who ever led us into war? Anyone who ever was President? JUST SAYIN'.
5) Okay boo fucking hoo people hate Bush or made death threats. HE'S STILL ALIVE, AIN'T HE?! I think it's totally disrespectful to those who actually DIED serving us by getting upset about those who lived. Yes, people were eaten alive by hate for Bush, but no one shot his face off in front of his wife, right? Okay. So let's move on. He's a big boy, he can handle it.
ANYWAY. Back to the story. So Heather is going on and on about this website and showing me stuff and trying to get me to admit that Obama's a weenie and Bush is a hero, and I'm trying to be reason my way out of saying anything incriminating or giving her any ground, and she's like "I like how you just won't admit anything, and whenever I show you facts you just act like they're opinions" and some other stuff like "I like how you're just..." and basically called me wishy-washy and liberal and some other insulting stuff I can't even rememeber, I was just so hurt. It wasn't even us fighting politics, she was just sitting there insulting me because I didn't want to argue with her. She wasn't listening to me, she was just hearing me not agreeing with her or aggressively defending myself and she was basically berating me for being passive and peaceful.
One of the things she tried to get me to agree on were these two pictures on this guy's website. One was of Obama portrayed as the joker saying "why so serious" and the other was of Bush being murdered or something, like being attacked by a mob or lynched. And the guy was like "Both of these pictures were touted in the media, but clearly the Bush one is far more insulting/mean/threatening." Basically he was saying that the same amount of fuss was made over two pictures that were not equally fuss-worthy. And she was like "RIGHT?!" and I was like "Well yeah, but the Joker one is a TERRIBLE example of the threats made to Obama." and I googled "hate obama shirts" or something and showed her three CRUEL examples of how much people hate Obama, but she wouldn't listen to me (I guess because the joker one was the one the media was fussing about) and I wouldn't listen to her because I felt that the argument was void to begin with, since they were comparing apples and oranges. I think that's when she got upset with me, because sometimes I'm just like "It's a moot point" or "I won't argue with that because it's not a valid argument".
So after attacks ad hominem, she showed me some more pictures of people hating Bush, this time they were protestors I think for a war and they were like Bush with a Hitler mustache. And my jaw dropped. And I was like, seriously Heather?! REALLY. REALLY. THIS is your example?!?!?!?!?! I didn't say that, I was just like "Umm...you know there's been a lot of stuff in the news lately of protestors calling Obama Hitler and comparing his reforms to the Nazis" and she was like SHOW ME. PROVE IT. And I was like ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME in my head. Like HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK. And I almost ran to my computer to open a jezebel.com page that I'd looked at JUST the day before that showed people holding signs calling Obama a Nazi and with him and a mustache, but I didn't. I took a deep breath and was like "I don't have time for this right now. I have a test." and she was like I HAVE A TEST TOO (and I'm thinking well goddaaaammn it, why the FUCK are you wasting your time reading this BULLSHIT then?! and WTF, way to make me wanting to study for a test like a fucking excuse) and then she got really hysterical and high-pitched and was like YOUR POINT IS MOOT UNTIL YOU PROVE IT. IT'S A MOOT POINT UNTIL YOU PROVE IT. And I was so like ...idk, like if she is so ignorant that she is unaware of the whole Nazi thing going on right now, I don't even want to bother showing her. Like how does anyone not know that? Really? Of all the things to use as an exmaple.
Anywya, the reason I got all riled up about this again is because Joe just sent me this text:
"There's a conservative group with a table set up across the street passing out handouts against Obama's health plan. They've got a poster of Obama with a hitler mustache. Ugh."
And I was like ARE YOU SHITTING ME.
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| Saturday, September 12th, 2009
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11:28 am
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I have to write a paper and I'm trying to steel myself up to do it.
I just brewed myself some coffee and it is DELICIOUS.
Joe and I watched True Lies last night. It's hilarious and awesome. I miss the 90s so much. Everything was so ugly and wonderful.
Idk. Basically right now I'm happy, dreading this paper, and really want a bagel. I don't feel like going to get a bagel though, you know? It's essentially a half-mile walk and I'd have to get dressed.
Also I need to write Steve & Sue a letter, but I should write the paper first. Boring!
:) I'm so happy!!!
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| Friday, September 4th, 2009
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4:38 pm
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I'm really, really, really tired but I can't fall asleep. Also it's like 4 and the bike races have just started, so I think that ship has sailed.
Joe and I saw Inglourious Basterds last night and I am convinced that it is the greatest movie ever made. Even though it was really violent and I usually hate that, it was still wonderful. I can't even describe it--you just have to go see it.
Other than being kind of cranky and bored, I'm really, really happy! I swear. For instance, lately I have been running a lot, like almost everyday and it feels really, really good and I look forward to it so much. I usually run about 5 miles, but I think after another week of that I'm going to extend it a little.
Also, my roommate and I are engaged in a silent war over the toilet paper. It all started a couple days after I moved in, when I innocently turned the toilet paper around so it fell frontwards instead of backwards. that same day, she changed it back. I thought that was odd, but figured since it was her roll of paper, whatever. I have replaced the last three rolls of paper from my stash and every time I put a new one in, I set it frontwards, and without fail, she changes it backwards. Neither of us ever say anything about it, although I'm dying to know why she prefers her toilet paper to fall backwards instead of forwards. It kind of drives me nuts, but I'd rather see how long this continues than say anything to her. Besides, if I asked her about it, we'd probably come to some resolution where she'd be right and I'd be wrong, and then I'd be stuck with the paper always being backwards. At least this way, I have the pleasure of the paper being frontwards for a few hours, or even a day, at a time.
I think all-in-all, she's a really good roommate and I enjoy living with her, but there are things that annoy me. Like I consider myself a pretty clean person, but she's kind of anal about cleaning stuff. For example, the bathroom has two sponges: a yellow one for the sink and a white thing for everything else. When I was cleaning the bathroom (per her request) the other day, she caught me wiping the top of the medicine cabinet with the sink sponge. While she was microwaving the sponge (to kill any bacteria or whatever) she explained her mother's logic that there be one sponge strictly for cleaning the sink--and nothing else--because of something to do with our mouths coming into contact with the sink...? I don't know. I was just like "Do you lick the sink? 'Cuz I don't." I mean, I agree with using a separate sponge/rag to clean the sink and say the toilet or the floor, but the shower and the sink? Aren't showers kind of inherently clean or am I missing something? And really, you don't even touch the sink, you just hoover over it and spit in it. IDK. I kind of did not feel like dealing with her anal cleanliness on Tuesday.
Tuesday was kind of a sucky day, but at least it ended well.
UMMM. So yesterday, like I said, Joe and I went to the movie, then we got coffee and hung out for a couple of hours. He wore this black sweater that he knows I like, and he told me that the first time he wore it was Valentine's Day, sophomore year (my junior year). Apparently I came up to him and was like "Don't wear that sweater anymore--I like it too much. Also be sure to wear this sweater when you go on first dates with girls." And he remembered this incident and wore the sweater. Okay, not gonna lie, I thought that was really, really, really cute. I mean, aside from me being weird and saying such a thing in the first place. I feel like all too often, my reaction to people's memories is "I said that? Oh god, I do remember saying that." Why do I even open my mouth to people ever?
I feel weird because I was all excited to come home and get stuff I forgot and basically be on vacation, but I was having so much fun in Chicago that it feels kind of strange to be here. I guess I'm just really sleepy. 9 hours of sleep in 2 days is bad news. Going to nap now. Or watch Step-Brothers...? hm.
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| Thursday, August 27th, 2009
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7:47 pm
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I really love it up here!
Today was really great: Heather and I woke up around 10 and she made us eggs for breakfast. Something is seriously wrong with our stove/oven, like it cooks really slowly and luke-warmly. When we made brownies the other night, we cooked them over an hour and you still need a spoon to eat them with (although they taste freakin' delicious!) However! This slow-cook thing works great for eggs! I mean, they are soo perfect, you wouldn't believe.
I had class from 11:30-12:45 and it's my FAVORITE CLASS EVER. It's HIST 111, or US History to 1865 or whatever, and the professor is so young, handsome, well-dressed, intelligent, enthusiastic, perfect, etc (and married). I LOVE that class. Also, I have it with Allie and Farah, two of my bffs from last year.
After class, Allie and I walked Amanda to her next class, then when had lunch at her condo. I love spending time with Allie, and I love free food... :) I walked with Allie and her roommate to Aldi's; they just opened one down the street from my apartment. It's pretty nice since it just opened today. I helped them carry all their groceries back to their place, then Heather and I took the El downtown to the main library. I love getting school books at the library instead of buying them :)
After that, we met Joe for lunch at the downtown campus. I love hanging out with Joe! It's really nice to have a friend from St. Louis / Metro. We don't even talk about St. Louis or Metro that much, but there's so many people we know, and so many little things, like I was trying to explain the sandwhich bar to him at the downtown campus dining hall, and I was like "It's like stuff you can get at Bread Co" or Heather said something about these people from high school getting married and he was like "Did you know Josh and Christian got married?" It's hard to explain, but it makes a huge difference to have a familiar face right down the corner. I mean, in general this year rocks right off the bat because I have a plethora of friends, but Joe is one of those friends, and he's got a lil extra special just because he's from my high school.
But yeah! This year is so great! I was a tiny bit homesick on Sunday, but other than that, nothing. I'm pretty much super happy and excited about everything. I love my apartment-style dorm, I love my roommate (yesterday, after class we laid in our beds and talked for an hour, then went to the gym together, and we walk around in our bras, and change in front of each other, etc etc, which me and my roommate last year never were comfortable doing). It's so fun and nice to have her as a roommate! Like we always go places together. And then I have all these friends I didn't have at the beginning of last year, so that helps a ton. Idk. It's just 100 times better this year than last (I mean, the end of last year was a lot of fun, but first semester was scary and sad).
ANYWAY. I had better sit down and do some reading. I'm excited because in addition to the package I got from my mom (which she mailed yesterday! go ups!) (this package had my hairbrush and a book I'm going to sell to a friend, so it was v. important!), I got two more of my textbooks! Now I have 6! I only need to buy 3 more! Also, it's not very convenient to buy them randomly all over the internet, but so far my dad has spent $150 on my textbooks, and if we had bought them from the campus bookstore, we would have spent $366! DON'T WE RULE?! :D
Okay! Homework! :))))
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| Sunday, August 23rd, 2009
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4:16 pm
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Boo Urns... (I miss the Simpson! I want to watch!)
So I'm pretty much all moved in. It's pretty snazzy having an apartment, even if it's a teeny apartment. It's just basically pretty swank, esp. with all the closet space.
So I was all psyched to leave St. Louis and work and junk and come here, and now that I'm here, I miss St. Louis and my family and this is the worst part...I kind of miss work/people at work. Like yesterday, Sue called me and then everyone in the background was like HI RACHEL WE MISS YOU and I was like AWWWWWWWWW you guys!!
Last Tuesday I was hanging out with Jen Schmidt and their family friend Ray and we were talking about what kinds of classes I was taking and had taken. When I was describing what some of my education classes were like and what I had learned, I realized that even if I can't remember every little thing from those classes, I still remember a ton of important tools for teaching and that makes me happy.
Ummmmm. My stress-o-meter is kind of high right now, in a prickly way that's making me uncomfortable. I need to get a job, I think that's my main priority. Also job-related: I'm coming home for labor-day weekend and I want to pick up a shift (I figured someone would be willing to take a day off), but I just called my work and the manager was like "I'll have to call you back" and I was a little surprised, I guess I thought it'd be more straight-forward, like, if you can find a shift to cover, that's okay. Now I'm nervous that they're going to think I'm weird because it's only been 3 days...idk. It's stupid to get more anxious about it, but it's hard not to.
I'm hanging out with Joe in a little bit. I'm even anxious about that, because like, what am I going to talk to him about, you know? It's not like me and Joe are besties and have a history of hanging out a lot or whatever (although you wouldn't know it; we hung out for like 5 hours last night (although most of that was spent watching Knocked Up) and he spent the night).
I'm so nervous! I hope I do well in my classes, I hope that they're fun and interesting and don't make me frustrated or deathly bored. I hope that I have time to exercise and read books and do homework and just chill out. I hope I get a job :) I hope I can pick up a labor-day weekend shift. (the funny thing is, I was so reluctant to buy the tickets because of the cost, but now that I have, I don't mind so much. I'd love to cover a shift to cover the cost, but if I don't, oh well)
Joe-time! Then there's a campus picnic/BBQ tonight! And I think to calm my nerves, I'll finish my resume and read from one of my textbooks tonight! Yep.
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| Friday, August 21st, 2009
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3:46 pm
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1:29 am
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So all the Mexicans have nicknames for us, natch. Like I said, Greg is Chaparrita which is like, short little girl (in reference to his long hair and shortness). I'm generally just called Raquelita or Mami, but my nickname is Flaca, which means skinny. Carrie's nicknames are Chupas and Chachitas. Someone explained chachitas are boobs, and I tried to get Janet to tell me on Monday what Chupas meant, and all she really said was "You know Carrie's a lesbian, right?" and I was like yeah. And she was like "Well, you know." And so I assumed it meant lesbian. Carrie's always responded to Chupas, like when Octavio needs something, or when her food is ready, he almost always just calls for Chupas, and rarely uses her actual name. But yesterday, for some reason, she asked him what it meant, and he wouldn't tell her. Usually somebody not-Mexican like Peaches or Karen is working in the kitchen, but yesterday it was a straight-up Mexican Connection. Jesus, Jorge, and Tony were on the line, Angel was the dishwasher, and Octavio was the expo. And no one would tell Carrie what Chupas meant. I tried asking Angel later that night, and he was like "I don't know what Chupas means, I don't speak Spanish." And I was like HA. HA. VERY FUNNY. What you don't speak is English. We all kind of came to the general consensus that it meant sucking, but that was only after a lot of yelling at everyone. I asked Greg today and Angel overheard me and cracked up, and Octavio was like "LEO. DON'T TELL HER." but he took me aside and explained that the verb chupar means to suck, chupa is like saying "suck it!", so a chupas is like a sucker.
Later that night, Rich and I were closing. We have two mops, but the kitchen was using one to mop the back and I was using the other to mop the front, so Rich couldn't mop his part. While he was waiting, he was doing table-tops, which I hate doing.
Rich: I can't wait until I stuff my last napkin in my last napkin holder!
Me: I know, right? I REALLY appreciate you doing table-tops for me.
Rich: If you want to show your appreciation, you can take that mop right on back to the kitchen for me.
Me: Uh-uh. I already did one nice thing today. That's my limit.
Rich: What'd you do?
Me: Nothing...
Rich: Oh. Ohhhh. Chupa?
And after I chastised him for making an oral sex joke, I was like Nice! Nice! I always appreciate a good joke.
Other funnies:
Jorge explained to me about Sancho, who is the guy who sneaks into your house and has sex with your wife. I was kind of confused, I was like, can girls be Sancho? And he's like yeah! And basically the whole point of this was that he wanted me to play Sancho to him, like he was basically saying "I don't care if you have a boyfriend, cheat on him for me!" and I was like ehhh and he was like "You can be Sancho for me and for Leo. and I thought that was kind of funny. When I told Greg about this, he kind of flipped when I mentioned the part about him. He was like OMG which I've never seen him do. Then he got all serious and was like "Jorge is very deprived. And very depraved."
When I was talking to Octavio, he asked when I'd be leaving and then he asked if I'd miss Leo and I was like Don't you know it! Then he told me it was okay because I'd find another Leo at college and I was like LOL. Hopefully.
Annnnd. So when there are food mistakes, we get to eat them. Usually they kind of sit on the expo line for awhile, sometimes expo eats them, usually they get set off to the side and it's kind of a free-for-all. Sometimes no one claims the food because we all think it belongs to someone else. Usually if I'm working and Octavio is working, he'll let me know when something is up for grabs, or just straight up gives it to me. Whenever I get free food, I always split it with Greg and he does the same. So today, he walks up to me with a patty melt and fries and says, completely seriously, "Octavio said half of this is for me. And half is for you and my baby." and I was like WHAT. I wish! I love Octavio. I love when they make fun of us.
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| Thursday, August 20th, 2009
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So much on my mind! I'm really into Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan right now, and Nick gave me like 800 songs for my iTunes, so I've got scores of fun stuff to listen to (but ironically, I don't have my laptop right now). boo.
Ummm so today I worked my last shift! It was pretty uneventful. I think the most interesting thing that happened was this: Rick (my manager) was talking to me about how he needed to do something and could I do this or that, and as he was talking, he snagged one of my belt loops with his finger and was sort of yanking it to add emphasis to what he was saying. I mean, we were having a very normal conversation in the middle of the restaurant, and he was standing very close to me, hanging on my belt loop. I was like ...? And I mean, I am aware of Rick being Rick, like he's been all up in my space before, and I'm used to him putting his hands on me, I just thought the belt loop thing was random and hilarious.
I wrote Jen M. and Jen H. a thank you letter, and then I wrote Greg a good-bye letter, and he wrote me one, and it was real cute! I also wrote in the server log, like a lil thank you to everyone etc etc and then my stats:
Avg. hours per week: 59
Most hours in one week: 64
Days worked in a row: 45
Most doubles in one week: 5
Highest ring: $765
Lowest ring: $84
Most tips earned serving: $150
Least tips earned serving: $12
Most tips earned bussing: $50
Least tips earned bussing: $15
Scrillas earned: $6500+
Positions worked: 4 (busser, server, hostess, soda jerk)
Rumored number of affairs: 3
Actual Affairs: 0 :(
Weight lost: 15 lbs
I looked at a calender last night and I was like DAYUM. Like, I am pretty psyched that it has been 45 days since I've had a day off. And then of course I wanted to tell everyone at work because I am a first class BRAGGART. You know! Whenever I used to whine about stuff, Greg used to play a really tiny violin for me. I'll miss that.
So the other day I went running with the boys cross country team and it was kind of fun. I haven't been running in like 2 months, so I knew in theory I couldn't run 6 miles with them, but I also couldn't phantom not being able to run, so I just went. I had this itch to just GO, so I ran at the front of the pack with Nick, Preston, and Eddie (Ms. Leslie's son!) for about 2 miles, and then I had to stop and take a little break because they were just too fast for me. After that I ran with this kid, I don't know his name, it's like Ben or something? He was about my pace, a little slower, but we ran together for like 3 miles. It was pretty swank. I was happy I could do all of that! After running, Mr. Mackenzie made us do like core exercises, and not gonna lie, I blew everybody out of the water. Like we had to do a plank, and I was like pshaw, and then I went and did it for like 3 minutes when he only wanted them to do it for 1. :) I may not be able to run fast or far, but I can do a plank at least.
WHAT ELSE. Lots of stuff. I need to pack! I'm leaving Saturday! Ca-razy! Also my dad's coming so I need to wrap this post up. I know it's kind of a sucky one, like pretty much not full of interesting life stories, but sorry. and anyway, it's not like I have a dedicated audience or anything.
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| Sunday, August 9th, 2009
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9:24 am
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So I know it's better for me and the rest of the world if I get enough sleep before work, especially crazy days like Sunday, but I threw caution to the wind last night and hung out with "the gang" (as Sean refers to us), and now I'm a little unsteady on my feet and my mom is mad at me. I just think I'm kind of cool though, because we didn't drink or anything (we never do!) and unlike half of my co-workers today, I am not be hungover, just tired. So really, I'm kind of ahead of the game! I mean, really, when you think about it, I got 2 hours of sleep the night of Fliss' party, and I was great that morning! And there was the night of my dad's birthday party, also fine. So this is nothing!
I just thought I'd psyche myself up with that little pep talk...
So when my mom first saw me, I think she forgot she was mad at me because she was just like "I'm going to the grocery store" but when she got back and she saw me, she was like YELL YELL YELL except it was more like an ANGRY WHISPER because it was 7:45 in the morning and we have guests and junk. She basically said this isn't my dorm and this isn't a hotel and I'm a little to presumptuious with how I just come and go and have people over. She also said my friends weren't paying for college so I shouldn't put them ahead of her. And part of me is like, okay fair, I guess? Actually I couldn't think of any examples of what she was talking about, unless she meant how I stopped asking if it was okay if Caleb would come over, but she's never complained about that before because she loves him! Also, this is basically the first time in the history of my life that I've just kind of not come home and not called her, etc etc. And I'm 19. So I feel like the conversation should have been like "Hey missy, you get one free rebellious card and you done used it, so don't do that again and we're square." Except my mom isn't that reasonable, is she? Also, in case my mom hasn't noticed...I literally have not hung out with my friends in 3 weeks. I totally vacuumed the house for her on Friday, so clearly, I have been prioritizing her before them. I don't know, I was expecting to get yelled at, so whatever, but sometimes I think she completely misses the point when she gets angry at me.
Okay I have 20 minutes before I am late to work. Clothes in dryer! Food in tummy! Sleep-walking zombie!
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| Thursday, July 23rd, 2009
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11:44 pm
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omfg. worst day at work ever. I just want to crawl in a hole and die. MAN.
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| Tuesday, July 21st, 2009
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11:27 pm
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I had a really good day today. An A+ kind of day. I started out determined to have a good attitude, and it seemed like everyone else was happy too. Steve was there and he was really nice :) and Greg stopped by so that was cool. I bussed from 11:30-1:45 then switched into server-mode and got to take a party in the party room...they tipped me on top of the 20% gratuity so I made hella bank today, like $80 total. Also they gave me some cake! It was a pretty good night. Absolutely dead for a couple hours, then a little busy. Rich is kind of fun to work with. I think I might prefer him to Brad.
Also Max asked me out on a date...so that was kind of exciting. Kind of a cool day.
I have this massive lime-sized bruise on my thigh from walking into a table the other day. It's kind of cool because it's really big and purple, but it didn't hurt exactly to get. Like usually the bigger and uglier the bruise, the worse it was to get, right? But I must have just hit a vein or something, because this didn't hurt any much more than your average walking into something.
Anyway, I have to go glue a box and then go to bed...big day tomorrow!
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