Why? CAUSE IT IS COOL! That's why.
So yeah. Hooray for dates that have numerical meaning. I like to keep an eye out for such dates throughout the year. Only they generally along the more esoteric line such as mathematical formulas "embedded." If only I were clever enough to be a mathematician. I think I'd have much fun.
So today will entail all of the ideas that I thought I wanted to blog about, but never really made work.
1) The Onions are watching me. We planted awesome last year onions, and they shot up and went to seed complete with little tufts of flowers on the end of long stalks. So, it looked like the onions were transmorgified into some tentacled beast with eyestalks. And they were watching us all summer. But now one of the eye-stalks has fallen, much to my chagrin.
2) Our house is haunted by a moody spirit that keeps deciding that it wants out...then no it doesn't. Then it does again. Why? Our house requires an inordinate amount of work that requires cavernous holes being carved in the walls. Which linger. For months. Then shortly after we get then repaired, another hole must be chipped.
3) We have a curse in which every item of ours that breaks is nearly impossible to fix. "This has never happened before!" or "I've never seen something like this." is said by nearly every computer technician, repairman, or plumber that darkens our doorway.
4) Grammar: Keep usin' it, foo.
5) Don't self-publish. Just don't.
There we go. I made a post on 09/09/09
And stop laughing at me because I didn't publish it at 9:09:09 in the morning. I was in anthropology at that time. So there.
:)
Stay......as happy as possible! In this dark, dark, depressing world we live in. *angst*
*not angst*
*smile*
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Scootin' around Campus
In keeping with that magnificent collegiate tradition of speaking authoritatively on a subject after minimal experience ("Well, I'VE had a semester of Philosophy!"), the College-goer of approximately 4 days shall now impart wisdom to next year's freshies.
Some facetious, some serious.
1) Do not overload your backpack if you plan to stay more than 2 minutes on campus. This problem is particularly compounded if you happen to stay for, say, 12 hours on campus. You're not that buff. And neither am I, apparently.
2) Don't dress up whatsoever on your first day. It really makes you stand out when probably the best idea is to look as invisible as possible (at least until you have found your classes...). By dressing down and looking decent but not stand-out-ish, you (a) can add a full academic year onto your appearance and (b) figure out where the heck you are going and the best way to do things without being interrupted by people. I've found that the more attractive/ostentatious/ridiculous (the line is blurred with my fashion sense...) I look the friendlier people will be. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but my primary concern first day of class is to scoot into my seat after being late, figure out where to stash my voluminous backpack, calculate exactly how much coffee I will need, and other such important things as opposed to chumming up with whomever I happen to sit next to.
3) Lay low for a few days and don't chum up for a bit if you can avoid it. I'm not saying that it's bad to have wide horizons, but with my gregarious personality I have brought many awkward moments on myself by being too friendly. Yes, too friendly. Such a curse generally brings one of three maladies: (a) a victim of "Teh Friendly (tm)" will sometimes shun you in a state of terror, (b) a willing accomplice to "Teh Friendly" will declare you their "Best Fwend Forwever"...even after you both discover that you have absolutely nothing in common. (This leads to the inevitable: "Well....I feel bad not hanging out with you cos you're a lovely person, but we mainly stay silent the whole time...what did the professor just say?" inner monologue), or (c) an overly-romantic idealist will decide that you are "The One." (And we're not talkin' Neo here...)
4) Feel free to take potentially humiliating risks for the sake of comfort. I accomplished this by digging out my old scooter which (at first glance) can only be described as: Safe-looking. Four wheels. I had, in my youth, felt a bit self-conscious about this scooter despite the fact that it totally pwned all of the flimsy little Razors zipping around. Frances (as I have recently dubbed him/her) is a hefty 6-7 pounds of sturdy metal with a turning radius ranging between "wide" and "very wide." Nevertheless what she lacks in appearance, she makes up for in stability, speed, and comfort (you lean to turn her, and can steer her using no hands, with practice. I can handily prop myself against her handlebars and coast comfortably rather than worrying about the wiggly giggly steering shafts that have a tendency to unhandily veer in ugly directions). And, by the end of my first day with her, I was receiving many compliments of "cool scooter."
That's it for now.
Some facetious, some serious.
1) Do not overload your backpack if you plan to stay more than 2 minutes on campus. This problem is particularly compounded if you happen to stay for, say, 12 hours on campus. You're not that buff. And neither am I, apparently.
2) Don't dress up whatsoever on your first day. It really makes you stand out when probably the best idea is to look as invisible as possible (at least until you have found your classes...). By dressing down and looking decent but not stand-out-ish, you (a) can add a full academic year onto your appearance and (b) figure out where the heck you are going and the best way to do things without being interrupted by people. I've found that the more attractive/ostentatious/ridiculous (the line is blurred with my fashion sense...) I look the friendlier people will be. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but my primary concern first day of class is to scoot into my seat after being late, figure out where to stash my voluminous backpack, calculate exactly how much coffee I will need, and other such important things as opposed to chumming up with whomever I happen to sit next to.
3) Lay low for a few days and don't chum up for a bit if you can avoid it. I'm not saying that it's bad to have wide horizons, but with my gregarious personality I have brought many awkward moments on myself by being too friendly. Yes, too friendly. Such a curse generally brings one of three maladies: (a) a victim of "Teh Friendly (tm)" will sometimes shun you in a state of terror, (b) a willing accomplice to "Teh Friendly" will declare you their "Best Fwend Forwever"...even after you both discover that you have absolutely nothing in common. (This leads to the inevitable: "Well....I feel bad not hanging out with you cos you're a lovely person, but we mainly stay silent the whole time...what did the professor just say?" inner monologue), or (c) an overly-romantic idealist will decide that you are "The One." (And we're not talkin' Neo here...)
4) Feel free to take potentially humiliating risks for the sake of comfort. I accomplished this by digging out my old scooter which (at first glance) can only be described as: Safe-looking. Four wheels. I had, in my youth, felt a bit self-conscious about this scooter despite the fact that it totally pwned all of the flimsy little Razors zipping around. Frances (as I have recently dubbed him/her) is a hefty 6-7 pounds of sturdy metal with a turning radius ranging between "wide" and "very wide." Nevertheless what she lacks in appearance, she makes up for in stability, speed, and comfort (you lean to turn her, and can steer her using no hands, with practice. I can handily prop myself against her handlebars and coast comfortably rather than worrying about the wiggly giggly steering shafts that have a tendency to unhandily veer in ugly directions). And, by the end of my first day with her, I was receiving many compliments of "cool scooter."
That's it for now.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Excuse for not posting in a while. I've been busy! No, really.
Brief update my minions adoring fans.
Holy Bat Guano August has zoomed by real!fast.
My room is almost all the way painted. Huzzah! It looks magnificent and not unlike a giant chocolate mint, which makes me very pleased. I have two walls cream, one wall a bright-ish green, and one wall brown with brown woodwork and a brown!and!green door (which was a last minute decision of mine when my friend was over painting. I was like: Green! Green! She countered with: then why the heck did you put brown there. Me: Green! Green!
(It was a long day as we had filled the tiny, not-very-well ventilated room with paint fumes (two different types) and deglosser fumes (which nearly made my cross my eyes...). To the extent that my mum poked her head in there and said: You two, please come out for a bit.
At that point we were so close to being done that we were at the "We don't CARE! HAHA! AFTER 5 HOURS! WE NEARLY FINISHED! HEEE!" But that could have been exacerbated by the fumes.
Aaaand I had to work more this week (two grueling days per week! for the past week and this week! The horrorz. Meanwhile, someone's house is being bombed....). Happily we are getting more help meaning that I'm not as uber crucial. Which is teh happiez. And! I got two pair of jeans (both adorable), two t-shirts, three tank tops, a jacket, and the cutest mini-skirt evar (I wear them over jeans and leggings etc...) for under $40. :D Hooray for employee discounts, coupons, and working at consignment shops.
Tomorrow me and teh sibling are going down to uni to plot our ways around for the coming year so she don't have to do it on class morning. And I should really get back to her to find where to get my books, but I don't get my scholarship disbursement until the 14th anyway...so it don't super matter. And I'm getting the hairs trimmed tomorrow. No more mullet for me. *sigh*
In injury news, I nearly got a sweet bruise from smacking into someone at the waterpark. So there were four peeps in our raft and somehow it got offkilter and swung up onto the side of the slide and promptly almost folded in half. Tossing me across it nearly. Smack....ow. Talk about your awkward moment. AAAND same day at the bottom of a new!shiny!actually!Boring slide, the big giant raft actually ditched me and my compadre on the ride. Which apparently isn't supposed to happen, so they had someone come over and interview us because "well it's a new ride."
Yeah, and I'm thinking that suddenly getting sucked underwater and feeling your lungs sieze up from sudden water entry is NOT how the ride is supposed to end? Awwww.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, sure, once my trachea is clear, I'll be dandy. In the meantime, pass me a Heimlich would you?"
Finally, I nearly got run over by a truck. So, I was crossing the street outside my work, and the entire city where I work has been recently chipsealed. But the geniuses in charge of public planning had not gotten around to repainting those pesky crosswalk markings.
So, the only thing designating them are the near billion signs throughout the town saying: "there are people here! And they walk! Across the street sometimes! Don't run them over, plz!" There's even a nifty little cone on one of the "crosswalks" across from the one I was walking on saying: "U needs to stop. Itz the law, foo." Essentially.
Yeah, so I'm happily sauntering across the street in designated yet invisible crosswalk. A minivan stops. I keep sauntering but see a big work truck pulling a trailer full of lawn equipment barreling down the road. Going fast. Really fast. And I do a quick calculation and realize that he probably can't stop in time. And, due to the fact that Edward was for some inexplicable reason NOT PRESENT! *sneer*, I decided it would be more prudent to slow to a crawl so that I'm not like loitering in front of the minivan (that's a nice hood ornament you got thar...).
Maybe it stop? *creep*
Maybe it stop? *creep*
Holy cow, it ain't stopping.
Meaning I have to stop.
Like nao.
*stop*
Minivan honks horn frantically (guessing at unobservant truck driver because the mom inhabiting said minivan was probably envisioning said me becoming smush if she didn't act said quickly.)
Me is startled by beep.
*looks at beep*
Truck barrels by at approximate velocity somewhere between fast and real fast.
Me, realizing I nearly became smush, scampers across street.
So nearly dying, getting injured and getting high on fumes has been greatly occupying my time.
And I suppose since I'm blogging I'm supposed to tie this so some deep universal truth. Which is: don't get hit by trucks, as it will most likely hurt. Fin.
Forgive the abhorrent lack of grammar-ness and punctuation and capitalization. Tis terrible, I know forsooth. But, frankly, after spending the past months on a writing board in which it is nearly required to have perfect grammar all of the time, I'm getting rather sloppy in my off time. Bad me.
Peace
Holy Bat Guano August has zoomed by real!fast.
My room is almost all the way painted. Huzzah! It looks magnificent and not unlike a giant chocolate mint, which makes me very pleased. I have two walls cream, one wall a bright-ish green, and one wall brown with brown woodwork and a brown!and!green door (which was a last minute decision of mine when my friend was over painting. I was like: Green! Green! She countered with: then why the heck did you put brown there. Me: Green! Green!
(It was a long day as we had filled the tiny, not-very-well ventilated room with paint fumes (two different types) and deglosser fumes (which nearly made my cross my eyes...). To the extent that my mum poked her head in there and said: You two, please come out for a bit.
At that point we were so close to being done that we were at the "We don't CARE! HAHA! AFTER 5 HOURS! WE NEARLY FINISHED! HEEE!" But that could have been exacerbated by the fumes.
Aaaand I had to work more this week (two grueling days per week! for the past week and this week! The horrorz. Meanwhile, someone's house is being bombed....). Happily we are getting more help meaning that I'm not as uber crucial. Which is teh happiez. And! I got two pair of jeans (both adorable), two t-shirts, three tank tops, a jacket, and the cutest mini-skirt evar (I wear them over jeans and leggings etc...) for under $40. :D Hooray for employee discounts, coupons, and working at consignment shops.
Tomorrow me and teh sibling are going down to uni to plot our ways around for the coming year so she don't have to do it on class morning. And I should really get back to her to find where to get my books, but I don't get my scholarship disbursement until the 14th anyway...so it don't super matter. And I'm getting the hairs trimmed tomorrow. No more mullet for me. *sigh*
In injury news, I nearly got a sweet bruise from smacking into someone at the waterpark. So there were four peeps in our raft and somehow it got offkilter and swung up onto the side of the slide and promptly almost folded in half. Tossing me across it nearly. Smack....ow. Talk about your awkward moment. AAAND same day at the bottom of a new!shiny!actually!Boring slide, the big giant raft actually ditched me and my compadre on the ride. Which apparently isn't supposed to happen, so they had someone come over and interview us because "well it's a new ride."
Yeah, and I'm thinking that suddenly getting sucked underwater and feeling your lungs sieze up from sudden water entry is NOT how the ride is supposed to end? Awwww.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, sure, once my trachea is clear, I'll be dandy. In the meantime, pass me a Heimlich would you?"
Finally, I nearly got run over by a truck. So, I was crossing the street outside my work, and the entire city where I work has been recently chipsealed. But the geniuses in charge of public planning had not gotten around to repainting those pesky crosswalk markings.
So, the only thing designating them are the near billion signs throughout the town saying: "there are people here! And they walk! Across the street sometimes! Don't run them over, plz!" There's even a nifty little cone on one of the "crosswalks" across from the one I was walking on saying: "U needs to stop. Itz the law, foo." Essentially.
Yeah, so I'm happily sauntering across the street in designated yet invisible crosswalk. A minivan stops. I keep sauntering but see a big work truck pulling a trailer full of lawn equipment barreling down the road. Going fast. Really fast. And I do a quick calculation and realize that he probably can't stop in time. And, due to the fact that Edward was for some inexplicable reason NOT PRESENT! *sneer*, I decided it would be more prudent to slow to a crawl so that I'm not like loitering in front of the minivan (that's a nice hood ornament you got thar...).
Maybe it stop? *creep*
Maybe it stop? *creep*
Holy cow, it ain't stopping.
Meaning I have to stop.
Like nao.
*stop*
Minivan honks horn frantically (guessing at unobservant truck driver because the mom inhabiting said minivan was probably envisioning said me becoming smush if she didn't act said quickly.)
Me is startled by beep.
*looks at beep*
Truck barrels by at approximate velocity somewhere between fast and real fast.
Me, realizing I nearly became smush, scampers across street.
So nearly dying, getting injured and getting high on fumes has been greatly occupying my time.
And I suppose since I'm blogging I'm supposed to tie this so some deep universal truth. Which is: don't get hit by trucks, as it will most likely hurt. Fin.
Forgive the abhorrent lack of grammar-ness and punctuation and capitalization. Tis terrible, I know forsooth. But, frankly, after spending the past months on a writing board in which it is nearly required to have perfect grammar all of the time, I'm getting rather sloppy in my off time. Bad me.
Peace
Sunday, July 26, 2009
In which the author realizes exactly what she thinks of universal healthcare
So, I turned 18 recently. But that has really nothing to do with this post beyond setting the stage. (I personally despise: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME =) :) ;) :D XD! posts.)
Due to the fact that I turned 18 recently (cleverly avoiding repeated repetitive redundancy), I needed to renew my driver's permit. (Not license, permit. Remember, I'm in the slow class for driving.) So me and Padre headed off to the DMV last Monday, which was an experience in and of itself.
1) All people in my local area, now your local DMV will NOT be handling license/permit renewals or issuings, you need to go to the head one that also is head of the juvenile corrections centre.What your local DMVs will be handling eludes me at this point in time, but they sure as heck won't be doing licenses/permits.
2) Best place to people watch is the DMV as virtually EVERYone from EVERY walk of life has to go there. You get to see it all. But, if you don't fancy people-watching
3) Bring a book (stupid me...). Let's wait in line for approximately 2/3 the lifetime of your average red giant star. *sigh* Although, my father and I were able to happily pass the time envisioning when this will be the everyday "hospital" experience iffen we get dat loverly healthcare. "But sir, I'm bleeding. Bad." "Take a number; go to the back of the line. You can use your shirt to make a tourniquet."
Well, I finally reached my person, and I was a little alarmed as the hobbity fellow was wearing a shirt emblazoned with "Sherrif's Department" as opposed to "Department of Motor Vehicles."
This will probably take forever as he most likely doesn't know much about the process. Oh boy.
Here's the really great part: he DIDN'T TAKE FOREVER! He briskly went about his work, and I got finished in no time.
I toddled over to the picture-taking department and got a fairly good picture to boot. We were in and out of the DMV in approximately 45 minutes. Hooray!
Having happily checked that off the list, I went about my daily business with my new shiny card.
Until, yesterday, that is. I went to a shop and the gal checked my I.D. and said: "Oh, I'm sorry, we can't take this. It's expired. "
Me: Whut? "Oh that's weird, I just got it five days ago, on the 20th."
Gal: "Yup, but it says "Expires: 7/20/2009"
Me: "Well what do you know, it does. Never mind, then. Cheers, love. I'd better boogie before I throw a hissy fit at the stupid DMV."
Yes indeedy, folks. U.S. government in action. Apparently, deare hobbit forgot to change the expiration date on my card so that it listed the proper year, which should be 2012.
So now I have a card proudly emblazoned with:
I.D. issued: 7/20/2009
I.D. expires: 7/20/2009
I never had a chance.
And now I really don't want healthcare courtesy of Uncle Sam. Can you imagine the hilarity?
Your prescription runs out on the day it was issued.
You're checked out of the hospital on the day you check in.
Oh, the possibilities are endless.
Due to the fact that I turned 18 recently (cleverly avoiding repeated repetitive redundancy), I needed to renew my driver's permit. (Not license, permit. Remember, I'm in the slow class for driving.) So me and Padre headed off to the DMV last Monday, which was an experience in and of itself.
1) All people in my local area, now your local DMV will NOT be handling license/permit renewals or issuings, you need to go to the head one that also is head of the juvenile corrections centre.What your local DMVs will be handling eludes me at this point in time, but they sure as heck won't be doing licenses/permits.
2) Best place to people watch is the DMV as virtually EVERYone from EVERY walk of life has to go there. You get to see it all. But, if you don't fancy people-watching
3) Bring a book (stupid me...). Let's wait in line for approximately 2/3 the lifetime of your average red giant star. *sigh* Although, my father and I were able to happily pass the time envisioning when this will be the everyday "hospital" experience iffen we get dat loverly healthcare. "But sir, I'm bleeding. Bad." "Take a number; go to the back of the line. You can use your shirt to make a tourniquet."
Well, I finally reached my person, and I was a little alarmed as the hobbity fellow was wearing a shirt emblazoned with "Sherrif's Department" as opposed to "Department of Motor Vehicles."
This will probably take forever as he most likely doesn't know much about the process. Oh boy.
Here's the really great part: he DIDN'T TAKE FOREVER! He briskly went about his work, and I got finished in no time.
I toddled over to the picture-taking department and got a fairly good picture to boot. We were in and out of the DMV in approximately 45 minutes. Hooray!
Having happily checked that off the list, I went about my daily business with my new shiny card.
Until, yesterday, that is. I went to a shop and the gal checked my I.D. and said: "Oh, I'm sorry, we can't take this. It's expired. "
Me: Whut? "Oh that's weird, I just got it five days ago, on the 20th."
Gal: "Yup, but it says "Expires: 7/20/2009"
Me: "Well what do you know, it does. Never mind, then. Cheers, love. I'd better boogie before I throw a hissy fit at the stupid DMV."
Yes indeedy, folks. U.S. government in action. Apparently, deare hobbit forgot to change the expiration date on my card so that it listed the proper year, which should be 2012.
So now I have a card proudly emblazoned with:
I.D. issued: 7/20/2009
I.D. expires: 7/20/2009
I never had a chance.
And now I really don't want healthcare courtesy of Uncle Sam. Can you imagine the hilarity?
Your prescription runs out on the day it was issued.
You're checked out of the hospital on the day you check in.
Oh, the possibilities are endless.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
So how shall I change in order to get more money...
Okay...so a minor rant. I'm on fastweb and I'm filling out all this personal info crapola And you get to the Personal Attribute Checklist. Here it is. Apparently, I have no personal attributes according to this exhaustive list. I'm putting the ones I find particularly preposterous in bold.
Adopted
Against the Death Penalty (But strangely enough, no "For the Death Penalty.")
Bilingual (I'm working on that....
)
Birth mother who has child placed for adoption
Bisexual
Canadian Citizen Technically, if we had been on the ball I could have gotten a dual citizenship, but it wouldn't be recognized by the U.S.
Cancer, siblings diagnosed with
Cathedral Home for Children, former resident
Clinically Overweight (This gives me great joy to know that when I become a walrus, I could possibly qualify for some scholarships. )
Displaced Homemaker
Domestic Abuse, Victim/Survivor of (Because there are a lot of people who don't survive Domestic abuse applying for scholarships.... Sorry. That was mean and insensitive. But....they didn't need the "Survivor of" one. I know, I know, it's a technical term. But Technically...)
Drug Conviction (And I'd get a SCHOLARSHIP FOR THIS??? They seem to downplay this perk in the anti-drug campaign. Maybe they'll give you money if you clean up...I certainly hope so. "Funded by The Godfather")
Farm, Raised on
Feminist
Foster Care Recipient
From a Small Town, 25000 population
Gay/Lesbian
Head of Household
Height: Women 5'10" or above, Men 6'2" or above I'm feeling very discriminated against
Last Name Van Valkenburg Seriously, my name is weirder than that. I should get PAID because my name is so messed up.
Married
Mobile Home Park Resident Uhm...wow
Orphan (Parentless) (<-- Parenthetical note for the student who honestly thinks he was delivered by storks.)
Parent
Parent of Multiples
Parent, Student with dependent Children
Political Party: Democrat
Political Party Republican (Cos we're all either one or the other. *snickers* I know what happened: The Libertarians were all hiding from the government, the Anarchists cannot possibly organize themselves into a scholarship-producing body, the Independents were indifferent, the Conservatives had no money, the Liberals....ideas anyone?, The Communists have already spent their money, and the Greens don't trade in paper currency because it destroys trees.)
Public Assistance Recipient
Public Housing Resident
Recently Immigrated to the United States
Refugee
Reservation, Resident of (See also "Domestic Violence, Victim of" or "Werewolf, High Possibility of Being" I can say these intolerant things because (a) I'm most likely partly Native American and (b) My friend worked on a reservation and has seen some heartbreaking things. My heart goes out to all the children of the reservations. You deserve better than what many of you get.)
Residence Hall Resident (Dormitory) (See also: Refugee)
September 11, Affected by Tragedy (Who wasn't? I'm tempted to click this...but I sense it is for immediate family members only.)
Single Parent
Spanish Speaking (I knew I should have studied harder...)
Student, One of Multiples (Twins...etc)
Survivor of Domestic Violence (See my comment for "Victim")
Transgender
Transplant Recipient
Transplant Candidate
Undocumented Immigrant (Won't. Say. A Thing.)
Vegetarian (Seriously. You get money for "don't eat no meat"? O.O)
Adopted
Against the Death Penalty (But strangely enough, no "For the Death Penalty.")
Bilingual (I'm working on that....
)Birth mother who has child placed for adoption
Bisexual
Canadian Citizen Technically, if we had been on the ball I could have gotten a dual citizenship, but it wouldn't be recognized by the U.S.
Cancer, siblings diagnosed with
Cathedral Home for Children, former resident
Clinically Overweight (This gives me great joy to know that when I become a walrus, I could possibly qualify for some scholarships. )
Displaced Homemaker
Domestic Abuse, Victim/Survivor of (Because there are a lot of people who don't survive Domestic abuse applying for scholarships.... Sorry. That was mean and insensitive. But....they didn't need the "Survivor of" one. I know, I know, it's a technical term. But Technically...)
Drug Conviction (And I'd get a SCHOLARSHIP FOR THIS??? They seem to downplay this perk in the anti-drug campaign. Maybe they'll give you money if you clean up...I certainly hope so. "Funded by The Godfather")
Farm, Raised on
Feminist
Foster Care Recipient
From a Small Town, 25000 population
Gay/Lesbian
Head of Household
Height: Women 5'10" or above, Men 6'2" or above I'm feeling very discriminated against
Last Name Van Valkenburg Seriously, my name is weirder than that. I should get PAID because my name is so messed up.
Married
Mobile Home Park Resident Uhm...wow
Orphan (Parentless) (<-- Parenthetical note for the student who honestly thinks he was delivered by storks.)
Parent
Parent of Multiples
Parent, Student with dependent Children
Political Party: Democrat
Political Party Republican (Cos we're all either one or the other. *snickers* I know what happened: The Libertarians were all hiding from the government, the Anarchists cannot possibly organize themselves into a scholarship-producing body, the Independents were indifferent, the Conservatives had no money, the Liberals....ideas anyone?, The Communists have already spent their money, and the Greens don't trade in paper currency because it destroys trees.)
Public Assistance Recipient
Public Housing Resident
Recently Immigrated to the United States
Refugee
Reservation, Resident of (See also "Domestic Violence, Victim of" or "Werewolf, High Possibility of Being" I can say these intolerant things because (a) I'm most likely partly Native American and (b) My friend worked on a reservation and has seen some heartbreaking things. My heart goes out to all the children of the reservations. You deserve better than what many of you get.)
Residence Hall Resident (Dormitory) (See also: Refugee)
September 11, Affected by Tragedy (Who wasn't? I'm tempted to click this...but I sense it is for immediate family members only.)
Single Parent
Spanish Speaking (I knew I should have studied harder...)
Student, One of Multiples (Twins...etc)
Survivor of Domestic Violence (See my comment for "Victim")
Transgender
Transplant Recipient
Transplant Candidate
Undocumented Immigrant (Won't. Say. A Thing.)
Vegetarian (Seriously. You get money for "don't eat no meat"? O.O)
Monday, July 13, 2009
Is back!
Well, due to a necessity to keep on with something writing-related despite my insane busyness (my fledgling attempts at fiction have suffered dearly to a horrid attack of "real life.") and due to the fact that my English Counselor made placed no small emphasis on the advantages of blogging (as odd as it sounds, I figure that even if/though I won't attract a massive following, I think it will be beneficial either way) as a means of getting Resume Candy (tm), I've picked up the poor old dusty had and tried it on again.
It is still quite big. And very, very dusty. But at least it is floppy and still fits fairly comfortably.
So, I've joined a new writing forum. I'm not fitting in very well in the community very well as it is very much as community-based forum rather than a forum designed for public viewing and membership. It is more of a club...and when you aren't available to post a lot on the clubhouse wall; well, things inevitably suffer. But that is fine as I have really learned a lot from these folks. Many of whom aren't published For those who may declare such writers unworthy of anyone's time, I plead Ebert's Law in their defense. I really agree with most every of the articles on the site and think that the hope of literature lies in their (however grubby) paws.
Resolution: I really need to read more. Classics and new books as recommended on the forum. Not so much for "you are what you read" but more for examples and exploration.
I went to my university orientation this weekend. *joy*
And, in keeping with that glorious freshie tradition, I changed my major. Not so much the major, but the emphasis. Now I'm going for a Linguistics emphasis (more Resume candy, and just generally more practical in today's economy.). Globalization is a biggie. And the Linguistics will get me in deep with the ESL tutor program. "English-Writing" is great, but frankly, you can write a novel no matter your emphasis or major. Why limit myself to a slightly grandiose declaration of my generally sekrit love? I also found out that I can take the higher-level Editing courses and pursue my interest of being an editor even if I go for the Linguistics (actually, the possibility of inter-global editing opens up.).
Pretty darn exciting.
Also at orientation:
-I'm not quite as weak as I thought, but I have a long way to go. Yes, I went rock-climbing. A sport I don't practice very often, but I love deeply because of its adventurous nature and my deepseated desire to conquer my fear of heights. Biffed it once, but was able to grab on to said rock and hoist myself to the top any way. (Thank you gigantic belayer. I have great belayer sense and will automatically zoom to the biggest, strongest-looking one. "You won't let me die.")
- It is confirmed that I attract weird people. At least one per event. Further confirmed that I am now destined to debate theology/ethics/politics wherever I go.
- I now seriously may consider doing a study abroad program. (More resume candy in addition to looking funs.)
I now have two occupations: shopgirl and babysitter/nanny for my boss. :D
Today was my first day of taking care of the kiddos for most of the day. I feel way more energetic than I normally do when I have to work from 11-6 (and this was 9:30 to 6!), which is excellent. I really hope I get the opportunity to do this more next summer.
Although they are both darling, I'd have to say that my boss's little 7-year-old girl (I'll call her Ashlyn as that's what she wished her parents would have named her.) totally made my day. *gives stars*
Story:
Well, I was working at the shop with my boss late today (Her husband picks up the kids at 4 and I then catch a ride to the shop and work there to close) and just then remembered to let her know that I was getting my hair cut pretty short this Wednesday. Not that she would particularly need to know, but I forgot to warn the kids and wanted them to get some sort of a heads up as (believe it or not) consistent looks matter. I remember freaking out as a young kid whenever my mom would try a different hairstyle than the one I was used to. So I figured, it would kind of weird them out to show up one day with shoulder-lengthish hair and then the next day with short (boy-ish...I'll post pics hopefully) hair of a slightly different hue.
She agreed and we both giggled over the funnyness of kids. Subject dropped.
Fast forward to this evening after I had been home for about one hour.
I get a call.
*checks*
It is from my BOSS according to caller ID.
Internal panic ensues. What did I do wrong? Oh noes! :O
I pick up the phone.
"Hello, a-muser!"
I hear, to my surprise, a rather worried Ashlyn on the other end of the phone.
"Hi," she says.
"Oh! Hi- *stutters* Ashlyn!"
*pause*
I continue, "What's up?"
"How short are you cutting your hair?!" she asks, sounding worried.
I try to stifle a laugh and then explain, roughly, how short it will be.
I ask her what else is going on and if her evening is going well. We talk a bit and then she breaks the news:
She, too, will be getting her hair cut this week! It will be just below her ears, she warns.
I then assure her that her haircut sounds adorable and that I'll promise not to gasp in shock if she won't gasp in shock when she sees my haircut.
She promises.
"Do you have anything crossed?" I ask, referencing a running joke we had that day (they kept crossing their fingers, arms, legs, eyes, toes, and even "teeth" *i.e. forcing an overbite*)
"*giggle* Nope!"
"Not even your teeth?"
"Nope."
"Ok, Ashlyn. See you!"
"Okay...BYE!"
It's been a good day.
It is still quite big. And very, very dusty. But at least it is floppy and still fits fairly comfortably.
So, I've joined a new writing forum. I'm not fitting in very well in the community very well as it is very much as community-based forum rather than a forum designed for public viewing and membership. It is more of a club...and when you aren't available to post a lot on the clubhouse wall; well, things inevitably suffer. But that is fine as I have really learned a lot from these folks. Many of whom aren't published For those who may declare such writers unworthy of anyone's time, I plead Ebert's Law in their defense. I really agree with most every of the articles on the site and think that the hope of literature lies in their (however grubby) paws.
Resolution: I really need to read more. Classics and new books as recommended on the forum. Not so much for "you are what you read" but more for examples and exploration.
I went to my university orientation this weekend. *joy*
And, in keeping with that glorious freshie tradition, I changed my major. Not so much the major, but the emphasis. Now I'm going for a Linguistics emphasis (more Resume candy, and just generally more practical in today's economy.). Globalization is a biggie. And the Linguistics will get me in deep with the ESL tutor program. "English-Writing" is great, but frankly, you can write a novel no matter your emphasis or major. Why limit myself to a slightly grandiose declaration of my generally sekrit love? I also found out that I can take the higher-level Editing courses and pursue my interest of being an editor even if I go for the Linguistics (actually, the possibility of inter-global editing opens up.).
Pretty darn exciting.
Also at orientation:
-I'm not quite as weak as I thought, but I have a long way to go. Yes, I went rock-climbing. A sport I don't practice very often, but I love deeply because of its adventurous nature and my deepseated desire to conquer my fear of heights. Biffed it once, but was able to grab on to said rock and hoist myself to the top any way. (Thank you gigantic belayer. I have great belayer sense and will automatically zoom to the biggest, strongest-looking one. "You won't let me die.")
- It is confirmed that I attract weird people. At least one per event. Further confirmed that I am now destined to debate theology/ethics/politics wherever I go.
- I now seriously may consider doing a study abroad program. (More resume candy in addition to looking funs.)
I now have two occupations: shopgirl and babysitter/nanny for my boss. :D
Today was my first day of taking care of the kiddos for most of the day. I feel way more energetic than I normally do when I have to work from 11-6 (and this was 9:30 to 6!), which is excellent. I really hope I get the opportunity to do this more next summer.
Although they are both darling, I'd have to say that my boss's little 7-year-old girl (I'll call her Ashlyn as that's what she wished her parents would have named her.) totally made my day. *gives stars*
Story:
Well, I was working at the shop with my boss late today (Her husband picks up the kids at 4 and I then catch a ride to the shop and work there to close) and just then remembered to let her know that I was getting my hair cut pretty short this Wednesday. Not that she would particularly need to know, but I forgot to warn the kids and wanted them to get some sort of a heads up as (believe it or not) consistent looks matter. I remember freaking out as a young kid whenever my mom would try a different hairstyle than the one I was used to. So I figured, it would kind of weird them out to show up one day with shoulder-lengthish hair and then the next day with short (boy-ish...I'll post pics hopefully) hair of a slightly different hue.
She agreed and we both giggled over the funnyness of kids. Subject dropped.
Fast forward to this evening after I had been home for about one hour.
I get a call.
*checks*
It is from my BOSS according to caller ID.
Internal panic ensues. What did I do wrong? Oh noes! :O
I pick up the phone.
"Hello, a-muser!"
I hear, to my surprise, a rather worried Ashlyn on the other end of the phone.
"Hi," she says.
"Oh! Hi- *stutters* Ashlyn!"
*pause*
I continue, "What's up?"
"How short are you cutting your hair?!" she asks, sounding worried.
I try to stifle a laugh and then explain, roughly, how short it will be.
I ask her what else is going on and if her evening is going well. We talk a bit and then she breaks the news:
She, too, will be getting her hair cut this week! It will be just below her ears, she warns.
I then assure her that her haircut sounds adorable and that I'll promise not to gasp in shock if she won't gasp in shock when she sees my haircut.
She promises.
"Do you have anything crossed?" I ask, referencing a running joke we had that day (they kept crossing their fingers, arms, legs, eyes, toes, and even "teeth" *i.e. forcing an overbite*)
"*giggle* Nope!"
"Not even your teeth?"
"Nope."
"Ok, Ashlyn. See you!"
"Okay...BYE!"
It's been a good day.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
"I need scissors..."
Happy Memorial Day, all you Yanks.
We're celebrating Memorial Day by watching Band of Brothers. An excellent series, albeit a bit edgy at times (Language and Violence....and then one bad bit on the last disc). Really makes you think and try to imagine actually being in that situation.
I honestly don't know if I could do it...
Yikes...Mortar attack on Bastogne...*boom*
I think I would die and/or go completely insane.
We should all thank our servicemen for enduring that hell period.
I promise I'll be more entertaining next time, but I'm totally exhausted (mild heat exhaustion...) and have a touch of a headache.
Have a great weekend, everyone, but take some time out to remember our Vets.
Cheers
We're celebrating Memorial Day by watching Band of Brothers. An excellent series, albeit a bit edgy at times (Language and Violence....and then one bad bit on the last disc). Really makes you think and try to imagine actually being in that situation.
I honestly don't know if I could do it...
Yikes...Mortar attack on Bastogne...*boom*
I think I would die and/or go completely insane.
We should all thank our servicemen for enduring that hell period.
I promise I'll be more entertaining next time, but I'm totally exhausted (mild heat exhaustion...) and have a touch of a headache.
Have a great weekend, everyone, but take some time out to remember our Vets.
Cheers
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