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| Need more friends |
| 09.30.05 (3:27 pm) [edit] |
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Dammit, I wish I had more fair weather friends, or i wasn't so introverted. I suck. Everyone else I know has at least two or three people they are only sorta kinda friendly with. All of my party attempts turn out boring! Why do I even bother? Everyone is sick or busy or doesn't care. Jeremy thinks it's all his fault. Lesson learned: I will never try to entertain again. Current Mood:  frustrated
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| Hairstory |
| 09.27.05 (11:50 am) [edit] |
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I'm not quite sure what this business is going on on the left, it's not my doing, I assure you. Jeremy decided to go home last weekend to perpetuate the hotel myth until he can pay someone a couple hundred dollars a month to keep his things in a room. And while there, he decided to save a whole $4 (which he will probably now spend on beer) and get his head shaved. Not completely, a #4 clippers. It is too damn short and I hate it. I can see his scalp through his hairs. At least he realized it would be too short for my liking afterwards. The last time he got a hair cut, we went to a Great Clips together and the lady who cut his hair kept asking me how I wanted it. Gimme head with hair Long beautiful hair Shining, gleaming, Streaming, flaxen, waxen Give me down to there hair Shoulder length or longer Here baby, there mamaEverywhere daddy daddy Flow it, show it Long as God can grow it My hair Meanwhile, I also want a haircut, and not just a bang trim, and probably won't be able to get one for over another month and that's even if I don't get a job. Everyone who applied at Toys R Us passed their background check. So now we still wait. At what point do I start calling everyone else who is also ignoring me back? In other news, I have a crappy skateboard, my contact at the VTA is attempting to comply with the times at which I want to do my thing, PW Super said they would "Call me back" (:lol: yeah, right) I want to hold out for Cosentino's, a very local (to this area) family-owned grocery chain whose owner/manager has the same last name as the store, and I could deal with personally without two or three middlemen. Except that the man in question is supposedly on vacation... I've decided the movie I am writing about Disney World will be semi-sarcastically called Have a Magical Day. Jeremy started working 10 minutes ago. Maybe working will make his hair grow faster... I can think of about 2-5 homework assignments that need doing so I guess I had better get on them... Although the government steals people's money everyday, starting with the $13.65 it took me to overnight a $146.00 check to the beautiful county of San Mateo, they didn't feel right about keeping the extra 75 cents I wrote the check over for; in other words, I sent a $146 check to pay off $145.25, and they are sending it back. But they have recognized that at least I took some action and are giving me an extra month to deal with it. :roll: Tonight is the night my fratority attempts to trick people into joining our organization (which desparately needs people). :twisted: I wish I could have a little sib, but I don't think I can since I can never stay through the meetings. Maybe next semester... Current Mood:  whatever
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| Stuff that's been going on |
| 09.24.05 (10:49 pm) [edit] |
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A few quick things: Vietnemese grocery stores (at least all the ones I visited in east San Jose) are crowded and wreak of fish and/or public toilet smell. Jeremy got a full time job at the Century 20 at Oakridge at which he will be able to get himself and two guests into movies. That's good news. Now, he only applied because I was at the mall at the time dropping off applications, (none of which I have heard jack from, incidentally) I answered the question of "Can you work a flexible schedule?" with a "No" meaning I can't just show up at 2:00 on a Wednesday. He got an interview, and was offered a job later that day. I'm trying very very hard not to be at all bitter...:? I feel like much of today was a complete waste... Seems like there was some other news... Oh yeah. I am now getting to go through the beauracratic crap of getting shooting permits in places that don't belong to me. I am in the process of dealing with the Light Rail to shoot at the Santa Teresa station for a few hours. Starting Monday I "get" to deal with local supermarkets most likely PW Super since Lunardi's is headquartered up in South San Francisco. Yippy. I hope this works... I finally got my mail keys. There was a letter for whom I assume was the last resident, a Sharper Image catalogue, and a book for class. Technology was not my friend on Friday trying to print another damn storyboard for the VTA people. Stupid 32MG memory stick. Stupider 3.5" floppies. I should chuck them all out the window. Painting homework driving me crazy. If only I didn't have such crippling insecurity. Does anyone know a really good brand of red hair gel that actually looks red and not just like reddish glop on the hair? Current Mood:  kinda hungry
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| 09.20.05 (8:36 pm) [edit] |
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Stupid tBlog, I write a good longish post, and when I go to post, "Please excuse us while we fix some issues." Why is Barbie nowhere to be found on the list of toys on eBay? It's appalling to some that Barbie is just a toy. Speaking of toys, I had an interview at Toys R Us yesterday. I hope it went well. I need work. They said, "We'll let you know by the end of this week," which really means, "After you play phone tag with us two or three times, we might let you know at the end of week-after-next."  Speaking of things I won't be doing at the end of this week, Jeremy, Kelly, Kelly's Boyfriend and I all went to see The Corpse Bride at a free sneak preview through the campus radio station this week. It seemed very short. The songs seemed to be in there to make it less short (I promised myself no Nightmare comparisons). Tim Burton fans will like it as the film has his signature all over it. I learned that when you die, you turn blue. It had a few humorous moments. I saw the end "twist" coming from a mile away. In general, I liked it. 75 minutes*60 seconds*24 frames per second=108000 images Someday...(whistful sigh) I called my mom after not calling home for a week. Yes, I know I should call more. But I have nothing to say, and neither does she; my mom ends up talking about what's happening on TV. So I don't know why I thought that after so long the conversation would be happy, rather than passive agressive, stupid, and so typically my mother. She uses the excuse, "Well, I can't call you because I don't know when you are in class." (Call anyway, my phone is usually off!) And conversations that start off negative, and have snide comments in them like, "Why do you care about keeping your apartment clean when you never cared about keeping your bedroom clean?" do not endear me to future conversations. :roll: I feel so stressed out but I'm not exactly sure why... Maybe that's why I feel like things suck. This is the most bizarre thing I think you will see today: http://www.eatpes.com/roofsex.html" title="http://www.eatpes.com/roofsex.html" target="_blank"http://www.eatpes.com/roofsex... Jeremy asked if I made this. I told him it would have never occured to me, even in the strangest corners of my mind to make this. I've decided I need a digital camera that sucks a whole lot less than mine. Current Mood:  none
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| Another crappy day |
| 09.16.05 (4:22 am) [edit] |
| Is it too much to ask for one school morning where I don't wake up feeling like everything is absolute crap? |
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| Stuff still sucks |
| 09.14.05 (7:02 am) [edit] |
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Crap. This is the first year I have been in school where time has flown right off the bat. It's pretty scary actually. There's still a lot of crap. Speeding ticket stupidness, still no job ergo no money, I still haven't picked up my mail box key yet, but now I need to order books... A class I was in was cancelled because the teacher is too sick to teach it so I have to take a different section. The right side of my space bar is broken which is kinda screwing with my typing. I need to loose weight, which partially means not eating at 9 or 10:00 at night. I went to Reno last weekend with Jeremy and my family. I played my first table games, won some money playing craps for the first time, would have won more if I didn't have to go to the bathroom. When my dad has tried to explain it to me, it's always been stupid and confusing. You catch on a lot quicker with real money at stake. The ducks outstide are being noisy. Albertson's pissed me off. A sign for 30 minute photos says Mon-Fri 9am-9pm. At 8:40, I turn in a roll of film (remember film?) expecting them to be ready by 10ish. But they won't be ready till 1, which will be way too late for class. People, myself included, don't write enough letters complaining or complimenting. Current Mood:  blah
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| Off |
| 09.12.05 (6:37 am) [edit] |
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Something feels a bit off... like I am forgetting something... but what? |
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| I want to help... |
| 09.07.05 (7:19 am) [edit] |
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Crap, the spacebar is starting to really suck. I should probably rip off all of these keys so at least they match. As "Master of Community Service" (great title, eh?) I think we should do something for hurricane relief. But, since we don't have any money either, all we can give is stuff; old stuff, canned stuff. But nobody wants stuff. All anyone locally wants is money. And the very few people that will take stuff are in Kansas or Georgia or something. This would mean that we would have to mail big-ass heavy boxes to far away, and that runs into the money issue again... Current Mood:  frustrated that no one wants what I can offer.
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| More dad crap |
| 09.05.05 (8:09 am) [edit] |
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"Nothing good can come from families." --Ray Romano I feel like listening to Alice Cooper's Freedom over and over again (except I think that's about the government, and not a parent). I hate my dad. How is this? He has given me an apartment, an education, a new bed, but I still resent him. If he could just get off his morally superior high horse in his black-and-white little world where if you are not with him, you are against him (maybe that's why he likes Bush so much) and if he can't see it, it doesn't exist. He's part Robert DeNiro in Meet the Parents, and part John Lithgow in Footloose (both also in denial and on morrally superior high horses). Part of me wants to smash that denial bubble. Let's cut the crap. I'm tired of the lying and the bullshit. But I can't. The denial bubble is like Disneyland. Even if you haven't had the experience Jeremy and I did, most people over the age of 8 realize it's just an elaborate illusion. But at the same time you accept it. It's disappointing if the illusion is shattered because the ride breaks down while you're on it, you don't want to see just how fake and cheesy everything is with all the lights on as you walk through backstage and the hidden exits. At least I don't complain about my mom nearly as much anymore. Thank God for counseling (starting Wednesday, but hopefully sooner). Current Mood:  frustrated
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| Have a bed |
| 09.04.05 (1:18 pm) [edit] |
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Hooray! I have a queen mattress, and box springs, and a very cool head and footboard that match the look I want to go for! I actually only have the foot/headboard now, so one more night on the floor. However, tomorrow night, I will have a bed! My family is here (in San Jose) and they helped me obtain it. We went to Tapestry in Talent today. All we bought was dip. Current Mood:  goodedit: This is what it looks like: 
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| Dammit |
| 09.03.05 (7:01 am) [edit] |
| If only my dad wasn't such a jerk... |
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| stuff sucks |
| 09.02.05 (5:29 pm) [edit] |
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Well, let's see... After I pay off the FCC, and the speeding ticket I got on the last day of my internship (of course) I will have about $30 to my name. Jeremy's assignment last 1.5 days, which is still more money than he would have gotten screwing around on the internet, but still somewhat disappointing. I was considerably more depressed about the drawing class thing than I was. I was relieved to see this morning, that maybe two other people who also had the class before were retaking the same section I was. But to my knowledge, I am the only one who has been pointed out as actually needing it. It almost makes me not want to go to counciling...almost. The same issues will keep resurfacing. I dropped my sculpture class. I am in a painting class. There are 27 people in that class. There are 8 people in another section of the class. If the class with 8 people gets cancelled, those 8 will be SOL. In addition, if that section is cancelled, there will only be one section of the proceeding class thereby making it harder for everyone else to get in. Only one other girl and I volunteered to switch sections from MW to Tu/Th. Should the class get cancelled, we can go back to our original class. In addition, reguardless of anything else, for our generosity, we are guaranteed to be in the proceeding class. Why do i bring this up? Because it's fucking with my attempts to get a job. I can't tell people what my schedule is going to be if I don't know myself. Hopefully, we will know by the end of this week, but I can't call back Blush and tell them anything, I can't demand that the Halloween store interview me, or fill out availability on applications. I feel like there's a lot of crap right now. Credit card issues, the FCC fine (because all the FCC seems to do is charge people money), the speeding ticket, the self-esteem issues, the class thing. I just feel like my head is in a funk or something. Hopefully before my parents leave this weekend I will have a bed thereby finally allowing me to unpack the rest of these damn boxes. I feel like there's other stuff to say like, I wish it were 5 years in the future. Nope. Definetely not cancelling counseling. Does anybody actually read these anymore? Current Mood:  depressed and frustrated
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