A post two days in a row?! I must me on fire! That could be dangerous. I'll be right back, I need to go check...Okay, I'm good.
For some odd reason, I have been searching for videos of Inside the Actor's Studio on Youtube the last couple days. It seems like a good way to spend my time. Papers, reading, and studying are overrated anyway. For those of you that don't know, the show is hosted by James Lipton. Actors are interviewed about their life and career. Lipton then asks them 5 questions. These questions were inspired by the Proust Questionnaire. I was curious as to what it was, so naturally I ended up on Wikipedia. Basically, it is a questionnaire developed by a Frenchman named Marcel Proust about one's personality. Because I 1) don't want to do anything productive (it IS Friday) and 2) like talking about myself, I am going to answer Lipton's version of the questions.
1) What is you favorite word? Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia (fear of long words...)
2) What is your least favorite word? Moist
3) What turns you on? A sense of humor
4) What turns you off? douchebaggery
5) What sound or noise do you love? Slot machines*
6) What sound or noise do you hate? Anything in a hospital
7) What profession other than yours would you like to attempt? Marine Biologist or Neurologist or professional gambler*
8) What profession would you not like to do? The person that cleans out port-o-potties
9) What is your favorite curse word? It's a tie between "shit" and "fuck"
10) If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Slot machines are down the hall, second door on the right.*
*I might have a slight gambling problem...
11.05.2010
11.04.2010
Parents and T.V.
I haven't written in awhile and had the intention of writing a fun blog post about the 90s since I have been reminiscing about them lately and how much I miss the fun toys, music, and movies. However, thanks to some jackass in one of my classes, I am going on a massive rant that's probably going to be filled with incomplete thoughts and mindless ramblings, as the thoughts in my head are still swimming and haven't really come together. Maybe with the creation of this post, it will change.
It started off in class today. We somehow got off topic and started talking about parenting, something I know little about as I am not a parent. There is one mom in our class and our professor is a mother as well. She's probably my favorite professor mainly because she isn't afraid to speak her mind, but she let us talk it out today and got involved only a few times.
Someone made a reference to Family Guy, which happens to be one of my favorite shows. I think the satire is funny and, let's be honest, I find the potty humor hilarious. The lady in my class who is a mom (I am just going to call her Alice, I don't know her real name and she looks like Alice from Alice in Wonderland to me, so that's why) made a side comment about how much she hates Family Guy, which I am okay with because a lot of people can't stand it and don't think it's funny. Another classmate asked her why she hated and she said that it's not wholesome T.V. and not something she wants her kids around. Again, understandable. She went on a rant about how it shouldn't be on the air and how repulsive it is and she can't believe that Fox would let such a bad show on T.V. Seriously? I had to chime in because I hate when people say that a show shouldn't be on because it isn't kid friendly. If you don't want your kids to watch it, don't let them. It's that simple. If you don't like it, don't watch it. What's so difficult about that? Alice and a couple other classmates had the defense that it was offensive. I said Fox News offends me, but I don't go around saying that it should be off the air. I just don't watch it (well, except for lately because I am staying with my grandma and that's the only news she'll watch. Thank you, ear buds).
Alice then went on to talk about how she misses shows like All the the Family. Umm...has she SEEN that show?? It's anything but wholesome and I can find more similarities between that and Family Guy than I can differences. Archie is a bigot, Peter may not be a bigot, but he is certainly naive and says things that are less than politically correct (a term I HATE by the way).
My main point is that I am sick of parents not taking responsibility for their kids. They are blaming their kids' problems on society and blah, blah, blah. I am sure that has something to do with it, but how about you try this new thing called parenting? Stop babying your kids. Let them experience life, get scraped up, lose a game, maybe watch something like Family Guy (chances are they wouldn't get the jokes anyway). My dad let my sister and I watch Beavis and Butthead and we are just fine.
10.17.2010
I. Am. Hilarious.
Now, the following picture probably entertained me far more than it should. Since I am sleep deprived, however, and since I was the one that made the funny, I feel like that's okay. The picture depicts* my sister's Facebook status. My comment is the second one.
*Please forgive the horrible blurrification of the names and profiles pictures.
*Please forgive the horrible blurrification of the names and profiles pictures.
10.13.2010
The Adventures of Archibald and Goatrude
Awhile back I wrote a note to my friend during class (I know, writing notes was so 6th grade, but I was bored and I had a ton of energy, I needed to channel it somewhere). Well, in this note I said that I had a mouse in my pocket. One of my teachers in middle school would always ask me if I had a mouse in my pocket if I ever said something like, "What are we doing after lunch?" I named this mouse Archibald and then thought it would be hilarious to make him bald. I joked about writing a kid's book about Archibald, but nothing really happened until this past summer. I was at the Minnesota State Fair with some friends and we were in the goat barn. My friend was really loving the goats and wanted to take one home. I told her to name it Goatrude. That's when it hit me. Goatrude could be Archibald's side kick, his best friend, his partner in crime. I was excited.
A few nights later I was walking home from the bus stop and saw what I thought was a very large cat. It turned out to be a giant raccoon. Naturally I chased it and it ran up a tree. I was yelling, "don't give me rabies!" There is no point in telling that part of the story, I just thought it was funny. I decided that I was going to have a raccoon named Frankie in my Archibald stories. He's going to be the rebel.
I soon began thinking of other characters to add. There HAS to be a squirrel. I think his name is going to be Al Mond. Get it? I am hilarious. I think I should have a fox, also. Right now, the tentative name is Slyvia (like Sylvia, but switched around, so it looks like Sly. See I am hilarious).
I am trying to come up with some good story lines. It's going to be for little kids so they have to have some sort of lesson. Once I come up with something good, I will post it.
9.18.2010
Work, Work, Work All Day Long!
When I started my current job, I was excited, mostly because I got a job and it didn't take nearly as long as I anticipated (thank God!). When I actually started working, I started to not like it. I think part of it was because I wasn't sure of what I was doing. When I was an RA, I was confident. I knew how to go about things and even though there were some strange cases (a kitten in a room, a kid thinking a fog machine was okay to have, and loud fornicating among those) and I wasn't sure exactly how to go about it, I had a pretty good idea of what to do. With my new job, I quickly became tired of complaining and ungrateful customers, messy floors and fitting rooms, and co-workers who did jack squat. I wasn't happy; I didn't think I was doing a good job and I kept my eyes peeled for anything new. I felt like I was doing a lot and people just weren't noticing. That's my biggest thing, I just want my manager to tell me I am doing a good job and that I am doing things right.
Now that I have been here for awhile, it's still a far from ideal job. I don't plan on having it long term and there are still days where I want to cry (like that day I got called racist), but I am way more confident. I have learned to appreciate the good customers and not dwell so much on the bad ones. Everyone deals with people they don't get along with. I have learned that I can let off some steam with my co-workers if needed.
This last week I got four huge confident boosters. 2 from my own manager and 2 from managers of other departments. The first came one night when I was closing. At the end of the night we have to bring envelopes with retained coupons, gift cards, etc to a little cart and check off our registers once we close them. Someone is usually there to ask us which register and checks it off. Well, this night that I was closing it was one of the managers. She always asks us for a story about how we provided excellent customer service. I told her about this little girl who was looking for a birthday outfit for her party the following week. She told me that that was awesome and that I was really good in the kid's department. I left with a good feeling that night.
The second and third came from my own manager. While I was working one day he came to basically give me a quick evaluation of how I was doing. He told me I was one of his top 2 associates and that I was really good with the customer and attentive to them as well. The only thing I need to work on for the most part is opening accounts (which is way easier said than done). The next day he came down again to just check on how things were going. I didn't even notice him and was putting clothes away. There were about 4 customers shopping and I just did what I normally do, ask them if they are finding everything okay or need help with anything. My manager saw and told me that that was excellent and he challenged me to ask more open ended questions (again easier said than done in some cases). That was what I needed to hear; I needed him to tell me that I was doing a good job, even though I still have doubts, I feel a lot more comfortable.
The last one came today. I was working in the shoe department, something I am definitely not familiar with. The associates there also work on commission so my main job was ringing up customers and making sure I knew who helped them with their shoes so they can get paid for it. It was hectic to say the least. Saturday was definitely the worst day to work. The manager of the shoe department came by and told me he appreciated my help and that I was doing a good job with being honest with the customers about not knowing the department very well and getting them the proper help. We did have one incident of a lady who wanted to return shoes that broke (she claimed her second of the same pair that broke), but she didn't have a receipt or a UPC. Now, normally I can look up the item with the UPC and the credit card or something like that, but without a UPC, it's pretty much useless. She didn't understand what the problem was and didn't understand the concept of a UPC I explained to her what it was and that I can't possibly look it up without it. I ended up calling the manager and it was reveled that she bought it at the same store and a different location. We didn't have this style of shoe. The manager told her she could go back to the original store or he could mess around with it and go to the manufacturer, but that would take a couple weeks. She got angry and blah, blah, blah and he ended up fixing it and bypassing it. He might get in some trouble, but it might be less than the other options. She was a crabby customer. BUT, I digress.
My main point is that I am finally glad that I am getting noticed. I don't want to make it seem like I am the hardest worker in the store or anything like that, but I just want someone (my manager to be specific) to notice that I am doing something and that's finally happening and I am a lot happier at work than I was before. It's finally making some stuff seem worth it (ie my feet constantly hurting)
Now that I have been here for awhile, it's still a far from ideal job. I don't plan on having it long term and there are still days where I want to cry (like that day I got called racist), but I am way more confident. I have learned to appreciate the good customers and not dwell so much on the bad ones. Everyone deals with people they don't get along with. I have learned that I can let off some steam with my co-workers if needed.
This last week I got four huge confident boosters. 2 from my own manager and 2 from managers of other departments. The first came one night when I was closing. At the end of the night we have to bring envelopes with retained coupons, gift cards, etc to a little cart and check off our registers once we close them. Someone is usually there to ask us which register and checks it off. Well, this night that I was closing it was one of the managers. She always asks us for a story about how we provided excellent customer service. I told her about this little girl who was looking for a birthday outfit for her party the following week. She told me that that was awesome and that I was really good in the kid's department. I left with a good feeling that night.
The second and third came from my own manager. While I was working one day he came to basically give me a quick evaluation of how I was doing. He told me I was one of his top 2 associates and that I was really good with the customer and attentive to them as well. The only thing I need to work on for the most part is opening accounts (which is way easier said than done). The next day he came down again to just check on how things were going. I didn't even notice him and was putting clothes away. There were about 4 customers shopping and I just did what I normally do, ask them if they are finding everything okay or need help with anything. My manager saw and told me that that was excellent and he challenged me to ask more open ended questions (again easier said than done in some cases). That was what I needed to hear; I needed him to tell me that I was doing a good job, even though I still have doubts, I feel a lot more comfortable.
The last one came today. I was working in the shoe department, something I am definitely not familiar with. The associates there also work on commission so my main job was ringing up customers and making sure I knew who helped them with their shoes so they can get paid for it. It was hectic to say the least. Saturday was definitely the worst day to work. The manager of the shoe department came by and told me he appreciated my help and that I was doing a good job with being honest with the customers about not knowing the department very well and getting them the proper help. We did have one incident of a lady who wanted to return shoes that broke (she claimed her second of the same pair that broke), but she didn't have a receipt or a UPC. Now, normally I can look up the item with the UPC and the credit card or something like that, but without a UPC, it's pretty much useless. She didn't understand what the problem was and didn't understand the concept of a UPC I explained to her what it was and that I can't possibly look it up without it. I ended up calling the manager and it was reveled that she bought it at the same store and a different location. We didn't have this style of shoe. The manager told her she could go back to the original store or he could mess around with it and go to the manufacturer, but that would take a couple weeks. She got angry and blah, blah, blah and he ended up fixing it and bypassing it. He might get in some trouble, but it might be less than the other options. She was a crabby customer. BUT, I digress.
My main point is that I am finally glad that I am getting noticed. I don't want to make it seem like I am the hardest worker in the store or anything like that, but I just want someone (my manager to be specific) to notice that I am doing something and that's finally happening and I am a lot happier at work than I was before. It's finally making some stuff seem worth it (ie my feet constantly hurting)
9.05.2010
Oh. My. God.
I was on my way home from work today and I decided to give my friend Krissi a call. Not only was I in desperate need of hearing a familiar voice, but she texted me while I was at work and said that she had a story for me. I love her stories so I called her while on my way home. She told me her story and we somehow ended up on the conversation of our other friend Kelly. It was her birthday and she was spending the day with her boyfriend at the fair. We started talking about how cute it would be if he proposed at the fair since it's one of their things and one of her favorite places. We didn't really think much of it and just kept on talking about other things.
Fast forward an hour later. I was on my couch watching T.V. and Kelly called me. My gut feeling told me exactly what she was about it tell me. I could hear it in her voice and I couldn't really think of any other reason she would call me (we usually text). She told me that she's engaged! I jumped off the couch. Partially out of excitement and partially because my phone was about to die and I did NOT want it to die mid story about how he proposed and whatnot. I was speechless. I had to keep myself from crying. It was awesome. I couldn't stop smiling. I wasn't even the one that got engaged! I can't imagine how THEY feel. It was a cute story, but I don't think I will share it on here.
I am SO SO SO happy for them. I can't think of 2 people who are better suited for each other. They are so adorable together and I know they are going to have such a happy life. Kelly is one of my best friends and I couldn't be happier for her.
Everyone, except for them, were on Facebook talking about it (secretly at first. We weren't sure what we could say and who knew, etc). Poor Kelly and Billy, they had notification overload. Worth it though! We were all pretty much waiting for them to get online. haha! We passed the time quite well I might add.
Seriously awesome.
Fast forward an hour later. I was on my couch watching T.V. and Kelly called me. My gut feeling told me exactly what she was about it tell me. I could hear it in her voice and I couldn't really think of any other reason she would call me (we usually text). She told me that she's engaged! I jumped off the couch. Partially out of excitement and partially because my phone was about to die and I did NOT want it to die mid story about how he proposed and whatnot. I was speechless. I had to keep myself from crying. It was awesome. I couldn't stop smiling. I wasn't even the one that got engaged! I can't imagine how THEY feel. It was a cute story, but I don't think I will share it on here.
I am SO SO SO happy for them. I can't think of 2 people who are better suited for each other. They are so adorable together and I know they are going to have such a happy life. Kelly is one of my best friends and I couldn't be happier for her.
Everyone, except for them, were on Facebook talking about it (secretly at first. We weren't sure what we could say and who knew, etc). Poor Kelly and Billy, they had notification overload. Worth it though! We were all pretty much waiting for them to get online. haha! We passed the time quite well I might add.
Seriously awesome.
9.02.2010
Yes, another one.
So I was planning on going to bed, but I don't know if I can sleep. The last couple days I have talked to a couple old residents. One was having roommate problems and wanted advice and needed to vent, one just wanted to say she missed me and wants me to be her personal RA, and the other one just wrote on my Facebook wall about how we met a year ago today and she misses me.
I don't think I realized it until just recently the impact I've had on people. I don't want to sound boastful, in fact, I feel quite the opposite. I feel humbled by the fact that these girls trusted me so much that they still feel like they can come to me when they are having issues. I feel humbled that they are comparing me to their new RAs and wanting me back. I never realized that I could influence someone so much. It doesn't help the homesickness so much.
Looking back, last year was my favorite year as an RA. I had the best wing I could ask for. Sure it had it's issues and not everyone became best friends like I had envisioned, but it was what it was. For the most part they all got along and really until the last couple months of school, there weren't any huge issues. I loved visiting my girls and just hanging out with them. One thing I love about residence hall life is that if I am bored, all I have to do is go down the hall and find someone to talk to.
I miss being a part of 4E. It's sad that it had to end, but I am SO grateful that it happened. I feel that those girls influenced my life as well. I got to relive so many experiences with them. I know that all of them will do great things with life. They are all too wonderful not to :)
I don't think I realized it until just recently the impact I've had on people. I don't want to sound boastful, in fact, I feel quite the opposite. I feel humbled by the fact that these girls trusted me so much that they still feel like they can come to me when they are having issues. I feel humbled that they are comparing me to their new RAs and wanting me back. I never realized that I could influence someone so much. It doesn't help the homesickness so much.
Looking back, last year was my favorite year as an RA. I had the best wing I could ask for. Sure it had it's issues and not everyone became best friends like I had envisioned, but it was what it was. For the most part they all got along and really until the last couple months of school, there weren't any huge issues. I loved visiting my girls and just hanging out with them. One thing I love about residence hall life is that if I am bored, all I have to do is go down the hall and find someone to talk to.
I miss being a part of 4E. It's sad that it had to end, but I am SO grateful that it happened. I feel that those girls influenced my life as well. I got to relive so many experiences with them. I know that all of them will do great things with life. They are all too wonderful not to :)
9.01.2010
I can't believe...
I haven't written about the BEST day of my life. Seriously, it was amazing. If I get married, I don't even know if my wedding day will top it. MAYBE the birth of my kids (again, if I have them), but it'll be difficult.
On the 10th of August, Kelly and I went to the MN zoo. This wasn't just any zoo visit, oh no. It was Hanson at the zoo.
That's right, the MMMBopping brothers we all fell in love with 13 years ago. Unlike some, I never fell out of love with them. I've been a loyal fan ever since I first heard them. They are the 3 most adorable people on the face of the planet and if you try to argue with me, well, it's in your best interest not to. Also, never tell me they are one hit wonders. One hit wonders don't sell out shows on a regular basis, nor do they have 5 records to their name.
But, I digress. The beginning of the best day ever actually started about a week earlier. I had entered a contest to win a meet and greet with the band. Kelly unfortunately wasn't able to, but I just assumed that I could bring along a guest. Never assume. When I got the confirmation e-mail saying that I had won a meet and greet, it said that I couldn't bring a guest. I was torn...up until I asked Kelly if she would take it if the roles were reversed. When she said she would, I had no problem accepting it. Haha!
The night before it still hadn't sunk in that the day I had been waiting for since I was 13 was approaching. I knew what I was going to wear thanks to a fun filled day of shopping about a week earlier, but I had NO idea what I was going to say? "Hi, you're cute, why are you married?" I was able to focus all of my attention on the premiere of ABC's, The Bachelor Pad, so it wasn't too bad. That's another blog for another day.
Ever since we found out that Hanson was going to be playing at the zoo, we had planned to literally spend all day there. We have been friends for a few years and we've always wanted to go to the zoo together, but until the 10th, we had never been together.
The forecast that day called for rain, thunderstorms, and just icky weather in general. Well, mother nature unleashed her wrath on us (though, she could have been a lot angrier). While driving there we were being pounded with heavy rain. It was not fun. Kelly and I are both the type of people to make the best of situations though. Luckily the zoo has exhibits inside so we were able to walk around and see those while it was raining.
When it wasn't raining, mother nature was busy having hot flashes. It was SO humid. My hair looked disgusting, I didn't even bother with make-up, but I actually didn't care most of the day. I made sure to bring deodorant in case I started to smell, so I felt okay about that.
The zoo was awesome! I haven't been there since junior year of high school. It hadn't changed much. One or two exhibits (the "mounting monkeys" sign was down, which made me sad) had been added. I was just happy to be there.
As our day was winding down, around 1 or 2 PM, we decided to check out the venue of the concert (the zoo's amphitheater). We walked down there and decided that our seats were pretty decent (there is no such thing as a bad seat in that place, I think). We came across something interesting, which I refuse to say on here at the risk of sounding like a MASSIVE creeper. If you really care that much, ask me about it personally. But let's just say, it pretty much made us even more excited for the concert and we almost peed our pants.
5 PM rolled around and that's when the other meet and greeters and I decided to meet. We waited for a good half hour (some of it in the rain) for someone to come out and get us. The guy came and took us to the meeting spot. I was freaking out. I thought I was going to throw up. I had forgotten to grab Kelly's fan (the street team made fans for us to keep cool) so I decided to just use mine. I was getting a picture after all, she can have the autographs. It was the least I could do. The arrived about 5 minutes later and I was speechless. If you know me, that's unusual. I was so nervous. The first one I met was Zac. It took every ounce of my being NOT to cry (how pathetic). I couldn't believe it. I still don't believe it. They were all SO cute and SO nice. I'm still in shock.
We got to go in to the show early so I went and grabbed Kelly so she could sit with me. We watched them set up and also watched the clouds roll in. We were being optimistic though and thinking just a little bit of rain. It was announced just before the concert started that the opening act was cancelled in order to have Hanson play as long as possible. They were the headliners after all. It was raining on and off during the concert and they actually played for about an hour and a half before they were told they had to stop because of lightening.
It was by far the most energetic I've seen them and my favorite concert I've been to of theirs so far. I can't wait to see them again in concert. They are my favorite people and they are just amazing in general. I still can't believe I met them. I do have proof though:
On the 10th of August, Kelly and I went to the MN zoo. This wasn't just any zoo visit, oh no. It was Hanson at the zoo.
That's right, the MMMBopping brothers we all fell in love with 13 years ago. Unlike some, I never fell out of love with them. I've been a loyal fan ever since I first heard them. They are the 3 most adorable people on the face of the planet and if you try to argue with me, well, it's in your best interest not to. Also, never tell me they are one hit wonders. One hit wonders don't sell out shows on a regular basis, nor do they have 5 records to their name.
But, I digress. The beginning of the best day ever actually started about a week earlier. I had entered a contest to win a meet and greet with the band. Kelly unfortunately wasn't able to, but I just assumed that I could bring along a guest. Never assume. When I got the confirmation e-mail saying that I had won a meet and greet, it said that I couldn't bring a guest. I was torn...up until I asked Kelly if she would take it if the roles were reversed. When she said she would, I had no problem accepting it. Haha!
The night before it still hadn't sunk in that the day I had been waiting for since I was 13 was approaching. I knew what I was going to wear thanks to a fun filled day of shopping about a week earlier, but I had NO idea what I was going to say? "Hi, you're cute, why are you married?" I was able to focus all of my attention on the premiere of ABC's, The Bachelor Pad, so it wasn't too bad. That's another blog for another day.
Ever since we found out that Hanson was going to be playing at the zoo, we had planned to literally spend all day there. We have been friends for a few years and we've always wanted to go to the zoo together, but until the 10th, we had never been together.
The forecast that day called for rain, thunderstorms, and just icky weather in general. Well, mother nature unleashed her wrath on us (though, she could have been a lot angrier). While driving there we were being pounded with heavy rain. It was not fun. Kelly and I are both the type of people to make the best of situations though. Luckily the zoo has exhibits inside so we were able to walk around and see those while it was raining.
When it wasn't raining, mother nature was busy having hot flashes. It was SO humid. My hair looked disgusting, I didn't even bother with make-up, but I actually didn't care most of the day. I made sure to bring deodorant in case I started to smell, so I felt okay about that.
The zoo was awesome! I haven't been there since junior year of high school. It hadn't changed much. One or two exhibits (the "mounting monkeys" sign was down, which made me sad) had been added. I was just happy to be there.
As our day was winding down, around 1 or 2 PM, we decided to check out the venue of the concert (the zoo's amphitheater). We walked down there and decided that our seats were pretty decent (there is no such thing as a bad seat in that place, I think). We came across something interesting, which I refuse to say on here at the risk of sounding like a MASSIVE creeper. If you really care that much, ask me about it personally. But let's just say, it pretty much made us even more excited for the concert and we almost peed our pants.
5 PM rolled around and that's when the other meet and greeters and I decided to meet. We waited for a good half hour (some of it in the rain) for someone to come out and get us. The guy came and took us to the meeting spot. I was freaking out. I thought I was going to throw up. I had forgotten to grab Kelly's fan (the street team made fans for us to keep cool) so I decided to just use mine. I was getting a picture after all, she can have the autographs. It was the least I could do. The arrived about 5 minutes later and I was speechless. If you know me, that's unusual. I was so nervous. The first one I met was Zac. It took every ounce of my being NOT to cry (how pathetic). I couldn't believe it. I still don't believe it. They were all SO cute and SO nice. I'm still in shock.
We got to go in to the show early so I went and grabbed Kelly so she could sit with me. We watched them set up and also watched the clouds roll in. We were being optimistic though and thinking just a little bit of rain. It was announced just before the concert started that the opening act was cancelled in order to have Hanson play as long as possible. They were the headliners after all. It was raining on and off during the concert and they actually played for about an hour and a half before they were told they had to stop because of lightening.
It was by far the most energetic I've seen them and my favorite concert I've been to of theirs so far. I can't wait to see them again in concert. They are my favorite people and they are just amazing in general. I still can't believe I met them. I do have proof though:
8.13.2010
There's no place like home
I miss River Falls, more now than ever. Living at home is the most stressful situation I can find myself in. I miss the feeling of belonging somewhere. My family doesn't make me feel welcome. I feel like a burden, like it's bad that I am here. I have no other choice. Financially, it's the only option for me. I can't afford to move out right now and it's killing me. I am so scared that I am going to end up living here my entire life. Really scared.
My mom and step-dad are playing Yahtzee right now; I am about 10 feet from them. My mom hasn't said more than 15 words to me since she got home at 3 and my step-dad hasn't said anything to me since he's been home. We don't talk, mostly it's because I get annoyed when they talk too much, so I guess it's my fault, but I've never felt comfortable talking to either of them about anything serious. I don't trust them first of all. If I say don't tell anyone, half the family knows by the next day.
I don't know if I am feeling like this because RA move-in is coming up and I feel like I should be there or if it's for some other reason, all I know is that I am missing home and my family more than I ever have this summer.
My mom and step-dad are playing Yahtzee right now; I am about 10 feet from them. My mom hasn't said more than 15 words to me since she got home at 3 and my step-dad hasn't said anything to me since he's been home. We don't talk, mostly it's because I get annoyed when they talk too much, so I guess it's my fault, but I've never felt comfortable talking to either of them about anything serious. I don't trust them first of all. If I say don't tell anyone, half the family knows by the next day.
I don't know if I am feeling like this because RA move-in is coming up and I feel like I should be there or if it's for some other reason, all I know is that I am missing home and my family more than I ever have this summer.
8.05.2010
Not a clue what to call this...
I pride myself in having a good judge of character. I can usually get a good read of people fairly quickly. Of course, spending more time with them, I get a better idea of who they are.
Most of you know I started a new job a few months ago. I generally work with the same people and I have developed friendships with quite a few of them. They understand how I feel when I have had a long day at work and some of them are very caring people. For the most part, we have each other's backs and when someone needs help with something, we help them out, whether it be work or otherwise.
I have one co-worker who has always been nice to me and she is always willing to help me out when I need it. One time I got a really bad headache at work from not eating all day and she told me to leave and go get food and medicine to feel better. She didn't care how long I took as long as I felt better. She said if I didn't feel better by the time I got back, she would cover my shift. I ended up feeling better, so she didn't have to, but she didn't have to let me take my time on my break, but she cared enough about me to make sure I was okay.
Today at work, this co-worker came to me and said that she didn't have any money and was super hungry and she didn't have a chance to eat all day. I told her I would buy her lunch, just let me know. Since I was the only one on my department (she was covering someone else's shift in another department), we couldn't take our break at the same time. She came down to see me and I told her to just take my card, take $20 out, and get something to eat.
A co-worker in a nearby department was in my area when she got back. She gave me my change and card back. The look on the other associate's face was one of pure shock. She asked me if I owed her lunch and I told her that I didn't, but she needed food and I know she would do the same thing for me if the roles were switched. She ended up calling me stupid for giving her my card and acted like I had committed a crime. I trust my co-worker enough to give her my card. If I didn't trust her, I wouldn't have given it to her.
Later I was talking to the other associate and another worker and as soon as I walked up, the first thing she told the other worker was about the debit card incident. They both seemed in shock that I would do that. The other associate was describing my co-worker and she used the term "ghetto". Now, what that term means, I have NO idea. I only know ghetto in reference to neighborhoods, not people. They were both talking about how they would loan the card to each other (both white, I might add), but not to my co-worker (who is black). I know some people think the race card is overused (I respectively disagree), but I really think that the reason they wouldn't have done the same thing for her is because she's black. The other associate also thinks that my co-worker is weird. She is a little different, but we get along and I like working with her. She keeps me good company and she works really hard. They kept saying things like she could have taken money from me or she could have taken my card and ran. I don't think she would have done that. You could give me your card and I could just as easily have done the same thing.
This whole thing got me even more pumped for my time at Hamline. I am going to study social justice and it's for reasons like this that I want to do it. Where it's going to take me, I have no idea, but I am excited. I so badly want to set up an experiment at work involving race, but I feel like I don't even need to set it up because we have such a diverse population of shoppers.
I know I am not innocent. I have caught myself thinking things that I know are wrong and sometimes I even say things. I feel extremely guilty about it, but I am becoming better at controlling my thoughts. I don't want to live in a colorblind world, but I want to live in a world where we can all just exist and not worry about things like race, gender, religion, etc. Wishful thinking, I know, but if people would chose their words more carefully and think about things before they say them, we'll be that much closer to that goal.
7.25.2010
Busy bee!
I have been so incredibly busy the last week or so, which explains the lack of updates. Tuesday I worked until 6:15 and then went to a friends' house for a jewelry party and a sleepover. I haven't seen them in a really long time, well since May, which is a really long time for us, so it was nice to just go there and see them and catch up. I of course bought jewelry. It's Lia Sophia, how could I not? My friend Kelly and I are also thinking of selling it together. I'm good at the talking and she's good with the money so it seems like it would be a perfect pairing. Plus we would both be making more than we are now which would be nice.
Wednesday, I kept Kelly company at work from 1-6. We watched a Hanson concert DVD, which got us REALLY excited for the concert next month. I also found out that they are in fact doing a walk, which is crazy awesome. It'll be at the MN Zoo...the zoo and Hanson, 2 of my favorite things. I am pumped. While I was there, I got a call from my manager asking me to come in that night. I wasn't going to get back to St. Paul for awhile, so I had to tell him no. We were having a visit from our visual department on Thursday so he asked me if I could come in at 8 AM on Thursday to help get our area cleaned up and looking good. I couldn't say no to that. I had no reason to not go in at 8 other than sleep. I needed the hours and it really wasn't a big deal. Turns out, I was the only one who showed up early who told him they would. It kind of irked me because I hate when people don't take responsibility for things like that. After work, Granny asked me to go to Sam's Club to help her apply. She tried applying on the computer there the other day and couldn't figure it out. We were in and out of there in 45 minutes at most. I thought that was funny. She would have sat there forever if she tried by herself again. I enjoyed spending time with her though. She's pretty much the only family member who is supportive of me going back to school. It's nice to have her encouragement.
Friday I ended up working until close even though I wasn't supposed to. Someone called off so no one was going to be there to work. It was just an insane day with SO many annoying kids. One group came in with NINE kids and they took FOREVER. I wanted to cry. While I was closing the register, Dustin told me how much he appreciated me being there a lot more than I needed to be. It was good to hear that I am doing a good job and that he noticed it. That's really the only thing that I ask of him, so to see him deliver is nice. I got off work and my sister texted me saying that she was having friends stay the night which was the lat thing I wanted. I only got woken up once though so it wasn't too bad.
Saturday I ended up working even though I wasn't supposed to. I told someone that I would work for them. I wasn't upset about it until I saw who I was working with. There are a few people that I just do not enjoy working with and she is one of them. She didn't put a lot of the clothes away, which is my biggest thing, and she would disappear. I went on my 15 minute break and just as I was getting back someone from housewares came to tell me that a lot of our customers were going to their wrap stand because no one was in the kid's department. I told her I just got back from my break and I didn't know where the other person was. She was cleaning up the floor and sizing, which is important, but if I know that there are customers, I am not going to work in an area where I can't see anything. It was just irritating and I was so frustrated the whole day. Turns out she was supposed to go to a different area at 5. She was blaming the managers, which they should have reminded her, but her schedule said that she was going to a different area at 5 so she should have called a manager and asked. Again, take some responsibility.
Anyway, that pretty much sums up why I haven't updated. haha!
Wednesday, I kept Kelly company at work from 1-6. We watched a Hanson concert DVD, which got us REALLY excited for the concert next month. I also found out that they are in fact doing a walk, which is crazy awesome. It'll be at the MN Zoo...the zoo and Hanson, 2 of my favorite things. I am pumped. While I was there, I got a call from my manager asking me to come in that night. I wasn't going to get back to St. Paul for awhile, so I had to tell him no. We were having a visit from our visual department on Thursday so he asked me if I could come in at 8 AM on Thursday to help get our area cleaned up and looking good. I couldn't say no to that. I had no reason to not go in at 8 other than sleep. I needed the hours and it really wasn't a big deal. Turns out, I was the only one who showed up early who told him they would. It kind of irked me because I hate when people don't take responsibility for things like that. After work, Granny asked me to go to Sam's Club to help her apply. She tried applying on the computer there the other day and couldn't figure it out. We were in and out of there in 45 minutes at most. I thought that was funny. She would have sat there forever if she tried by herself again. I enjoyed spending time with her though. She's pretty much the only family member who is supportive of me going back to school. It's nice to have her encouragement.
Friday I ended up working until close even though I wasn't supposed to. Someone called off so no one was going to be there to work. It was just an insane day with SO many annoying kids. One group came in with NINE kids and they took FOREVER. I wanted to cry. While I was closing the register, Dustin told me how much he appreciated me being there a lot more than I needed to be. It was good to hear that I am doing a good job and that he noticed it. That's really the only thing that I ask of him, so to see him deliver is nice. I got off work and my sister texted me saying that she was having friends stay the night which was the lat thing I wanted. I only got woken up once though so it wasn't too bad.
Saturday I ended up working even though I wasn't supposed to. I told someone that I would work for them. I wasn't upset about it until I saw who I was working with. There are a few people that I just do not enjoy working with and she is one of them. She didn't put a lot of the clothes away, which is my biggest thing, and she would disappear. I went on my 15 minute break and just as I was getting back someone from housewares came to tell me that a lot of our customers were going to their wrap stand because no one was in the kid's department. I told her I just got back from my break and I didn't know where the other person was. She was cleaning up the floor and sizing, which is important, but if I know that there are customers, I am not going to work in an area where I can't see anything. It was just irritating and I was so frustrated the whole day. Turns out she was supposed to go to a different area at 5. She was blaming the managers, which they should have reminded her, but her schedule said that she was going to a different area at 5 so she should have called a manager and asked. Again, take some responsibility.
Anyway, that pretty much sums up why I haven't updated. haha!
7.08.2010
Just when I thought I couldn't be surprised...
I was in a horrible mood for the better part of the day. I was getting fed up with my family being unsupportive of me going back to school and, I don't know, I was just in a foul mood.
I worked 4 hours today and I thought that was going to make it worse. While work was unbearably slow for most of the day and I ended up yelling at some girls (they kept running around the store, I had to tell them that this was a place of business, not their personal playground and that they could get really hurt on the escalators), I did manage to keep myself entertained by making faces into the cameras so the people at loss prevention could see. I know they enjoyed it :)
The part of the day that was most enjoyable for me, however, was when work was over. I was at the bus stop at Rosedale texting a couple people and this girl who was probably no older than 17 came over and asked if I had an extra quarter. Thinking I did, I began searching. I was suddenly reminded of two things. The first was the time some friends and I were robbed. It started out as a simple request and ended horribly. I certainly didn't think this girl and her friend were capable of that, but still, it was in the back of my mind. The only change I could find was a dime and a few pennies, the lady asking me for money for food was the second thing I thought about. I pulled out a dollar bill and just told the girls to take the whole thing. I had enough money for the bus, so it wasn't a big deal. The look on the their faces was awesome and I knew that they really appreciated it. They had bought some pretzels at the pretzel store at the mall and one of the girls walked over and offered me a pretzel. Definitely not a fair trade, but I think I appreciated it more than they know. I had had such a crappy day and that completely made it. It was something so simple, so little, but it helped so much. Even though I was getting it in exchange for something and it was so miniscule, it was one of the nicest things a complete stranger has ever done for me.
Another surprise happened on the bus. An older lady got on at a different stop and had bags and bags of stuff. I felt horrible for her; she couldn't even carry it all herself. Someone helped her carry it on and a guy in front let her sit down, which was so nice. At her stop 3 other people got off. Only one offered to help her. It upset me. What makes them think they are so much better than other people? They walked right past her without even acknowledging her. Think about how much better the world would be if they thought of someone other than themselves for a change.
I worked 4 hours today and I thought that was going to make it worse. While work was unbearably slow for most of the day and I ended up yelling at some girls (they kept running around the store, I had to tell them that this was a place of business, not their personal playground and that they could get really hurt on the escalators), I did manage to keep myself entertained by making faces into the cameras so the people at loss prevention could see. I know they enjoyed it :)
The part of the day that was most enjoyable for me, however, was when work was over. I was at the bus stop at Rosedale texting a couple people and this girl who was probably no older than 17 came over and asked if I had an extra quarter. Thinking I did, I began searching. I was suddenly reminded of two things. The first was the time some friends and I were robbed. It started out as a simple request and ended horribly. I certainly didn't think this girl and her friend were capable of that, but still, it was in the back of my mind. The only change I could find was a dime and a few pennies, the lady asking me for money for food was the second thing I thought about. I pulled out a dollar bill and just told the girls to take the whole thing. I had enough money for the bus, so it wasn't a big deal. The look on the their faces was awesome and I knew that they really appreciated it. They had bought some pretzels at the pretzel store at the mall and one of the girls walked over and offered me a pretzel. Definitely not a fair trade, but I think I appreciated it more than they know. I had had such a crappy day and that completely made it. It was something so simple, so little, but it helped so much. Even though I was getting it in exchange for something and it was so miniscule, it was one of the nicest things a complete stranger has ever done for me.
Another surprise happened on the bus. An older lady got on at a different stop and had bags and bags of stuff. I felt horrible for her; she couldn't even carry it all herself. Someone helped her carry it on and a guy in front let her sit down, which was so nice. At her stop 3 other people got off. Only one offered to help her. It upset me. What makes them think they are so much better than other people? They walked right past her without even acknowledging her. Think about how much better the world would be if they thought of someone other than themselves for a change.
7.07.2010
Humbling moments
I was on the bus today on the way to work. I was listening to music and reading my book, minding my own business and the lady 2 seats in front of me turned around and motioned for me to take out my ear phones. I did and she said this to me, "could you bless me with some food?" I felt a sudden rush of guilt. She reminded me of a sweet grandma and I wanted to help her out so badly. I had no cash on me. If I did, I would have happily given her some money for food. I was hoping she was getting off at Rosedale so I could at least buy her something. Looking back on it, I should have asked her to stop at Rosedale with me so I could buy her something before going to work. I only hope our paths can cross again so I can help her out next time. I am not sure why. Homeless people have asked for money before. If I have a couple bucks to spare, I usually do; when I don't have cash, I feel bad, but it never makes me feel as guilty as I did today. All she wanted was something to eat. She wasn't asking for a steak dinner, just something simple and I couldn't give her that. I almost cried and I am almost crying again just thinking about it.
When I was on my dinner break at work, I again felt a rush of guilt. Here I was paying for a meal with no trouble and that poor woman has to beg for money for something small to eat. It can't make her feel proud to do that. I am sure that that's not how she imagined her life to be like; no one does.
It's because of her that I decided I am alway going to carry a few extra bucks just in case something like this happens again. I am not the most religious person, but I couldn't help saying a prayer for her. It's not much, but it's something. I hope that I see her again and next time I can give her some money for food.
I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. Events happen because they are meant to teach you something. The smallest things can have the biggest impact on your life.
When I was on my dinner break at work, I again felt a rush of guilt. Here I was paying for a meal with no trouble and that poor woman has to beg for money for something small to eat. It can't make her feel proud to do that. I am sure that that's not how she imagined her life to be like; no one does.
It's because of her that I decided I am alway going to carry a few extra bucks just in case something like this happens again. I am not the most religious person, but I couldn't help saying a prayer for her. It's not much, but it's something. I hope that I see her again and next time I can give her some money for food.
I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. Events happen because they are meant to teach you something. The smallest things can have the biggest impact on your life.
7.05.2010
Jake and Vienna part 2
I don't know what it is about them. I am not particularly fond of either of them (I used to really like Jake, but over the last year or so, that fondness has diminished. He started to come off as fake and as an attention whore). Their relationship is like a train wreck. I can't stop reading about them or watching awkward interviews with them. It's funny.
Tonight was the big showdown between the former Bachelor star and Vienna. I was looking forward to it. As I stated in my previous post about them, I care way too much about this show. More than is healthy. I also said that I didn't know who to believe and I knew that this interview would help me decide. It's one thing to read what they have to say, it's another thing to see their body language and how they say stuff.
Jake didn't seem to have much to say, when he did, Vienna interrupted. He tried to defend himself, but to no avail. It drove me nuts how much she interrupted, but I do believe her way more than I believe him. I feel like if he wanted to defend himself, he would have tried harder; he would have had more to say. When she accused him of saying something, all he said to defend himself was, "I never said that". I think you would have more to say if you wanted to defend yourself. Reading their body language was huge for me. Jake was sitting back acting like he was hot shit. I think he thought people were already more on his side, which I am sure they are. He is cute, but you have to look beyond that.
Vienna was in tears for much of the latter part of the show. I think is she was lying or faking tears, they would have been a lot more forced. It seemed that she was generally hurt by what Jake had done to her and that she really wanted nothing more to do with him. Jake on the other hand, was smug and arrogant the whole time. He acted like he did nothing wrong in the relationship. Granted, Vienna did the same thing. When confronted about going to the tabloids, Vienna said that she knew Jake would have gone to the media as soon as they broke up. She apologized for how she went about the whole thing, which in my mind gave her some points. I think Vienna felt like she didn't have a voice the entire relationship and this was a way for her to have one. I am not saying it's right, but she did what she felt she had to do.
I think, at first, they were both doing this for fame. Vienna said she doesn't want fame anymore. She doesn't like it and it's not how she wants to live her life. The whole relationship, Jake had been on her to get a job. She now has one in working in marketing in LA. When she said that, Jake wasn't surprised and said that if she didn't want fame, why didn't she go back to Florida? Good point, but the way he said it upset me. She said that people in Florida turned their backs on her. I understand, but she could go back to try and mend them. But at least she has a job. I think when she saw what fame was like and what it did to people, she decided it wasn't for her.
The thing that really made me side with Vienna was that her stories are consistent. Jake seems to jump around and I have heard conflicting stories from him. I think initially Jake went into this whole thing wanting to find love, but got caught up in the whole thing. I feel bad for her because I do think that he led her on for quite awhile. It sounds like they have had problems for a long time. They broke up twice before the official one; that's not a healthy relationship. He seems controlling and that if he's not happy, no one should be.
All in all, I still don't like them, but now I at least know who to believe.
7.04.2010
Middle-aged Twi-hards and how to piss them off
I went over to my step-dad's nephew's house for a BBQ to celebrate the 4th of July. His nephew's wife, Susan, was talking to my step-dad's sister, Jennie about Eclipse. I was at the table with them and tried my hardest to just focus on the baseball game on T.V. I didn't want to get into this conversation because I knew I wouldn't have good things to say. They began to talk about the movies and how they really liked them. At this point I was squirming in my chair thinking, "it's better if you don't say anything; just once, keep your mouth shut. Focus on the game". I was doing a good job of keeping my mouth shut and that's when it happened. "Tracy has all the books." My mother had gotten involved. For those of you that know me you know that I love my mom, I do but, I usually find her obnoxious if I am around her too much and living at home with her, well, that's way too much. When my mom drinks, as she was today, it makes it even worse. I am pretty sure I gave my mom the death glare. This was not a conversation I was about to get in to.
"I've never read the books, but I have heard they are better than the movies. Are they?" Susan asked. Oh no, I was now in this conversation whether I wanted to be or not. I really just wanted to run into the house and hide. From what I could tell Susan and Jennie are Twi-hards (obsessed Twilight fans. Even though they haven't read the books, they were still pretty bad) and the last thing anyone wants to do is piss off a Twi-hard. I don't think anyone has and has lived to tell about it.
"Well," I began, "books are usually better than movies, so I guess so. You understand the characters a little better in the books". It was the most generic and uncontroversial answer I could give, though it wasn't the complete truth. I was hoping that was the end of it and they would resume their conversation about Edward and Jacob.
"What's your favorite in the series?"
Shit. "Ahhh...umm...as far as the books, I guess I would say the first one. The movies, well I haven't really liked either of them". Uh-oh.
"Why?"
And that's the moment I snapped. I not only told them why I hated the movies, but why I wasn't particularly fond of the books.
"I can't stand Kristen Stewart. I think she's a horrible actress and she makes Bella even more annoying than in the books, which is hard to do. I think both the books and the movies give a horrible message to girls. The core audience of the series is middle school and high school girls. It tells them that it's okay to be obsessed with a guy after seeing him once; it tells them that it's okay to sit in a forest for 3 days crying because he left you. It teaches girls that the only way they can be happy is if they have their dream guy. Bella is a whiny teenager who just wants to get her way. There's no substance to the story-line. The characters don't develop at all. The only character I actually like in the whole thing is Alice and I don't mind Charlie or Carlisle. Every once else is annoying. Edward stalks Bella and is way too over protective of her. They act like their love is the most important thing in the world. It teaches kids that love is the only thing that's important in the world. It's far from a romantic story. It's sickening and makes me want to vomit just thinking about it. Edward is portrayed as this perfect person. Who can live up to that? Seriously? It just makes me sick".
"I can see that" Jennie replied.
They went on to talk about their conversation about who is better for Bella. It took every ounce of my being not to ruin the end for them...or to tell them a completely bogus ending.
"I've never read the books, but I have heard they are better than the movies. Are they?" Susan asked. Oh no, I was now in this conversation whether I wanted to be or not. I really just wanted to run into the house and hide. From what I could tell Susan and Jennie are Twi-hards (obsessed Twilight fans. Even though they haven't read the books, they were still pretty bad) and the last thing anyone wants to do is piss off a Twi-hard. I don't think anyone has and has lived to tell about it.
"Well," I began, "books are usually better than movies, so I guess so. You understand the characters a little better in the books". It was the most generic and uncontroversial answer I could give, though it wasn't the complete truth. I was hoping that was the end of it and they would resume their conversation about Edward and Jacob.
"What's your favorite in the series?"
Shit. "Ahhh...umm...as far as the books, I guess I would say the first one. The movies, well I haven't really liked either of them". Uh-oh.
"Why?"
And that's the moment I snapped. I not only told them why I hated the movies, but why I wasn't particularly fond of the books.
"I can't stand Kristen Stewart. I think she's a horrible actress and she makes Bella even more annoying than in the books, which is hard to do. I think both the books and the movies give a horrible message to girls. The core audience of the series is middle school and high school girls. It tells them that it's okay to be obsessed with a guy after seeing him once; it tells them that it's okay to sit in a forest for 3 days crying because he left you. It teaches girls that the only way they can be happy is if they have their dream guy. Bella is a whiny teenager who just wants to get her way. There's no substance to the story-line. The characters don't develop at all. The only character I actually like in the whole thing is Alice and I don't mind Charlie or Carlisle. Every once else is annoying. Edward stalks Bella and is way too over protective of her. They act like their love is the most important thing in the world. It teaches kids that love is the only thing that's important in the world. It's far from a romantic story. It's sickening and makes me want to vomit just thinking about it. Edward is portrayed as this perfect person. Who can live up to that? Seriously? It just makes me sick".
"I can see that" Jennie replied.
They went on to talk about their conversation about who is better for Bella. It took every ounce of my being not to ruin the end for them...or to tell them a completely bogus ending.
Feeling nostalgic
It started with a very brief Twitter conversation with my friend Michael. I had tweeted (twatted if you are my grandfather) that I was on a huge Harry Potter kick and wanted to reread the series (I had started this past semester, but I ended up getting busy with school work and being an RA and whatnot); I am determined to finish the series by the end of summer or at the very latest before the first part of the 7th movie comes out.
Michael replied to that Tweet and said an old friend reminded him of another series from his youth that he needed to reread. That got me thinking about my favorite books of my childhood. Thiefirst books that I became obsessed with was The Baby-Sitter's Club series. Every time a new one came out, I had to get it right away. My grandpa and I went to Barnes and Nobel at least once a week and that's where my obsession started. Part of the reason I loved it so much was because I had just started baby-sitting my little cousins. My friend Amber and I even wanted to start our own baby-sitter's club. It never did turn out though, sadly.
I loved the books because I could relate to almost every character. Kristy was the tom-boy leader of the group. She came up with the idea of the club. She was a young businesswoman. Claudia was the fun, artsy person of the group. I usually liked the books that centered around her the most. She was just fun. Mary-Ann was the shy, sweet one. She also dated Logan (whom I was in LOVE with in the movie adaptation of the series). Stacey was a New Yorker and diabetic. I don't know why that was important to write, but I do remember that about her. She left Stoney Brooke to go back to New York after her father gets transferred back there, but moves back to Stoney Brooke after her parents divorce. Dawn was the California girl. She was portrayed as a health nut and environmentalist. I believe that she was vegetarian as well, but I could be wrong. Mallory came from the huge ass family and, at 11-years-old, was one of the younger members of the group. I think she also got mono at one point. Jessi moved from Jersey to Stoney Brooke. I think she also really liked ballet. Logan was Mary-Ann's boyfriend and that's all I really remember about him. Those are all the main characters, I think.
I actually was in Border's the other day (shocker!) and saw that they have reprinted the books. I saw the very first one on the shelf of books recommended by the staff. I was pumped when I saw it. I miss those books a lot. They got me through grade school and middle school. This may sound dumb, but I felt like I was part of the club when I read those books. Middle school especially sucked for me, so reading those books was an amazing escape. I needed extra cash so I sold a lot of the books, which I now regret horribly. However, they are reprinting the books and I think I may need to purchase them. I did save my favorite ones, but now I wish I would have them in case I have a daughter someday so she could read them. I hope with the reprint that a whole new generation will enjoy them as much as I did.
Michael replied to that Tweet and said an old friend reminded him of another series from his youth that he needed to reread. That got me thinking about my favorite books of my childhood. Thiefirst books that I became obsessed with was The Baby-Sitter's Club series. Every time a new one came out, I had to get it right away. My grandpa and I went to Barnes and Nobel at least once a week and that's where my obsession started. Part of the reason I loved it so much was because I had just started baby-sitting my little cousins. My friend Amber and I even wanted to start our own baby-sitter's club. It never did turn out though, sadly.
I loved the books because I could relate to almost every character. Kristy was the tom-boy leader of the group. She came up with the idea of the club. She was a young businesswoman. Claudia was the fun, artsy person of the group. I usually liked the books that centered around her the most. She was just fun. Mary-Ann was the shy, sweet one. She also dated Logan (whom I was in LOVE with in the movie adaptation of the series). Stacey was a New Yorker and diabetic. I don't know why that was important to write, but I do remember that about her. She left Stoney Brooke to go back to New York after her father gets transferred back there, but moves back to Stoney Brooke after her parents divorce. Dawn was the California girl. She was portrayed as a health nut and environmentalist. I believe that she was vegetarian as well, but I could be wrong. Mallory came from the huge ass family and, at 11-years-old, was one of the younger members of the group. I think she also got mono at one point. Jessi moved from Jersey to Stoney Brooke. I think she also really liked ballet. Logan was Mary-Ann's boyfriend and that's all I really remember about him. Those are all the main characters, I think.
I actually was in Border's the other day (shocker!) and saw that they have reprinted the books. I saw the very first one on the shelf of books recommended by the staff. I was pumped when I saw it. I miss those books a lot. They got me through grade school and middle school. This may sound dumb, but I felt like I was part of the club when I read those books. Middle school especially sucked for me, so reading those books was an amazing escape. I needed extra cash so I sold a lot of the books, which I now regret horribly. However, they are reprinting the books and I think I may need to purchase them. I did save my favorite ones, but now I wish I would have them in case I have a daughter someday so she could read them. I hope with the reprint that a whole new generation will enjoy them as much as I did.
6.28.2010
Jake and Vienna; The Bachelorette...
So I feel that as my guiltiest pleasure, I should comment on the recent events in the world of The Bachelor and Bachelorette. It's been a busy week for the show and I just feel like I need to throw in my 2 cents, not that it's the important or different from what anyone else is saying. Plus, I haven't written in a long time and I really want to write a new blog.
I'll start with the whole Jake and Vienna break up. I have thought about this far more than is healthy and I really don't know who or what I believe. Vienna was classy and sold her story to the oh so reputable Star "magazine". Her claim is that they haven't had sex for several months and the only time Jake ever kissed her was in front of the cameras. She said she broke up with him and she never felt good enough for him. She was caught with some random actor from a show on ABC Family and the tabloids went crazy with stories of her cheating on Jake. I honestly think the relationship was over long ago. Maybe not officially, but emotionally it sure seems like it. She definitely played the victim in her side of the story.
Jake on the other hand went to People to tell his side of the story. In a nutshell, Jake felt as though Vienna wasn't supportive enough of his entertainment career. He claims she was jealous that he was getting all these opportunities (Dancing with the Stars and Drop Dead Diva) and she wasn't. Makes sense. Why else would Vienna be able to perform on the finale of Dancing? I thought it was a little strange when I heard that. I thought it was just another cheesy ploy for them to get attention (especially since they danced to On the Wings of Love, gag me). In true Jake fashion, he claims what he and Vienna had was real and he doesn't regret their time together, just the way it ended.
See what I mean by the he said-she said? They also both claim to have broken off the relationship. Here's what I am sure about. They were both in this to find fame. I do think that Jake really does want to find love and I believe almost all of those cheesy things they say. Looking back at videos and stuff of them together (see what I mean by thinking about this way too much?), their relationship did seem fake and forced, which leads me to think that Vienna wasn't being completely dishonest about the bedroom issues. I still don't know what I think. I thought maybe typing it out would help, but it doesn't. Not even a little.
On to tonight's episode. It might be one of my favorite in the history of the show. It started off with the host, Chris Harrison, knocking on Ali's door in Turkey (this season was dubbed, "Around the World", must be rough). He tells Ali that he has some unfortunate news for her and phones, Jessie, a contestant with Ali on Jake's season. Jessie says that she is sitting there with a girl named Jessica who is the girlfriend of one of the bachelors, Justin "Rated-R". Jessica and Ali talk and Jessica tells Ali that the only reason that Justin was on the show was for his wrestling career. Jessica seems to feel horrible and Ali is pissed. Now how Jessie and Jessica know each other is beyond me. Maybe because they are both from Toronto? I have no clue, all I know is that Justin is in for a slap in the face. Ali and Chris go to the boys' room where Ali plans on confronting Justin...in front of the other guys. Awesome. He deserves it. Ali starts off by saying something along the lines of, "I know that this journey has been difficult for everyone. And especially for you Justin, you must really miss your girlfriend". Hilarious. I almost peed myself.
Needless to say, Justin is pissed that he got caught. He hobbles off (he broke his foot the day before he left for the show and was still in a walking boot). Ali runs after him yelling at him and telling him she wants to talk to him, but Justin won't give in. The cameras show Justin hobbling all around the hotel and outside. It was quite the site to behold. Eventually he sits down and talks with Ali. He claims that Jessica is his best friend and he doesn't know where she is getting this info. Ali isn't buying it and Justin leaves. Justin got what he wanted, his name out there. Now he isn't known as the guy who got the final rose, but as the douche bag with a broken foot who had a girlfriend. I guess there's no such thing as bad publicity, right? Wrong.
The preview for the rest of the season proves that more emotions will fly before the season is over. Ali goes to visit Frank and he tells Ali that they need to talk. He seems distraught over whatever he has to tell her. I have heard that he wants to go back to his ex back home, but I am not convinced. I have another theory. Producers casted Frank knowing that he was gay. He comes out to Ali in one of the final episodes, which gives way to Frank being the first gay bachelor. It's bound to happen and this story makes things interesting for sure. Though, I am not entirely sure I could be convinced to watch. It's not that I have anything against gay people, it's just that Frank drives me insane that I couldn't watch him that much. He's actually the only one left that I don't like.
I need a life...
I'll start with the whole Jake and Vienna break up. I have thought about this far more than is healthy and I really don't know who or what I believe. Vienna was classy and sold her story to the oh so reputable Star "magazine". Her claim is that they haven't had sex for several months and the only time Jake ever kissed her was in front of the cameras. She said she broke up with him and she never felt good enough for him. She was caught with some random actor from a show on ABC Family and the tabloids went crazy with stories of her cheating on Jake. I honestly think the relationship was over long ago. Maybe not officially, but emotionally it sure seems like it. She definitely played the victim in her side of the story.
Jake on the other hand went to People to tell his side of the story. In a nutshell, Jake felt as though Vienna wasn't supportive enough of his entertainment career. He claims she was jealous that he was getting all these opportunities (Dancing with the Stars and Drop Dead Diva) and she wasn't. Makes sense. Why else would Vienna be able to perform on the finale of Dancing? I thought it was a little strange when I heard that. I thought it was just another cheesy ploy for them to get attention (especially since they danced to On the Wings of Love, gag me). In true Jake fashion, he claims what he and Vienna had was real and he doesn't regret their time together, just the way it ended.
See what I mean by the he said-she said? They also both claim to have broken off the relationship. Here's what I am sure about. They were both in this to find fame. I do think that Jake really does want to find love and I believe almost all of those cheesy things they say. Looking back at videos and stuff of them together (see what I mean by thinking about this way too much?), their relationship did seem fake and forced, which leads me to think that Vienna wasn't being completely dishonest about the bedroom issues. I still don't know what I think. I thought maybe typing it out would help, but it doesn't. Not even a little.
On to tonight's episode. It might be one of my favorite in the history of the show. It started off with the host, Chris Harrison, knocking on Ali's door in Turkey (this season was dubbed, "Around the World", must be rough). He tells Ali that he has some unfortunate news for her and phones, Jessie, a contestant with Ali on Jake's season. Jessie says that she is sitting there with a girl named Jessica who is the girlfriend of one of the bachelors, Justin "Rated-R". Jessica and Ali talk and Jessica tells Ali that the only reason that Justin was on the show was for his wrestling career. Jessica seems to feel horrible and Ali is pissed. Now how Jessie and Jessica know each other is beyond me. Maybe because they are both from Toronto? I have no clue, all I know is that Justin is in for a slap in the face. Ali and Chris go to the boys' room where Ali plans on confronting Justin...in front of the other guys. Awesome. He deserves it. Ali starts off by saying something along the lines of, "I know that this journey has been difficult for everyone. And especially for you Justin, you must really miss your girlfriend". Hilarious. I almost peed myself.
Needless to say, Justin is pissed that he got caught. He hobbles off (he broke his foot the day before he left for the show and was still in a walking boot). Ali runs after him yelling at him and telling him she wants to talk to him, but Justin won't give in. The cameras show Justin hobbling all around the hotel and outside. It was quite the site to behold. Eventually he sits down and talks with Ali. He claims that Jessica is his best friend and he doesn't know where she is getting this info. Ali isn't buying it and Justin leaves. Justin got what he wanted, his name out there. Now he isn't known as the guy who got the final rose, but as the douche bag with a broken foot who had a girlfriend. I guess there's no such thing as bad publicity, right? Wrong.
The preview for the rest of the season proves that more emotions will fly before the season is over. Ali goes to visit Frank and he tells Ali that they need to talk. He seems distraught over whatever he has to tell her. I have heard that he wants to go back to his ex back home, but I am not convinced. I have another theory. Producers casted Frank knowing that he was gay. He comes out to Ali in one of the final episodes, which gives way to Frank being the first gay bachelor. It's bound to happen and this story makes things interesting for sure. Though, I am not entirely sure I could be convinced to watch. It's not that I have anything against gay people, it's just that Frank drives me insane that I couldn't watch him that much. He's actually the only one left that I don't like.
I need a life...
6.13.2010
I Fail at Sleeping
So it's 5:00 AM. Yes, 5 in the morning. And I can't sleep. I am dead tired, so I don't know what the issue is. Also, any spelling or grammar mistakes in the blog are being blamed on this fact. I thought what better thing to do when I can't sleep than write about what is going on in my fairly boring life.
Well, first and foremost, I got into Hamline. I am super stoked about it! It feels good to get a fresh start in life and I am excited to be doing something that will actually mean something to me. I plan on majoring in social justice and minoring in conflict studies, though I can create my own minor, so I think I am going to talk to my advisor about how to go about doing that once I get everything straightened out. After I finish there I may still go to graduate school for student affairs, but I am going to see where the wind takes me. I am not sure if I have it in me to apply to grad schools again. At least not anytime soon. This degree should take me no more than 2 years if I want a light load. Like I said, I am super pumped and whoever reads this will probably know before my family because I just got the letter today. HAHA!
I had to miss my cousin's fiancee's bridal shower which I was super bummed about. I was so looking forward to it, but I couldn't get anyone to work for me today. I will probably have to miss my cousin's grad party too because of work. I like having a job, but I don't like that I can't do anything on the weekends. I know it's our busy time of the week, but still. I am going to keep the job for the time being, but I am definitely keeping my eyes open for other opportunities. I really want to work in a bookstore! How awesome would that be?!?!
Yeah, I think that's all I've got for now. I might actually try to go to sleep now. I think my mom and step-dad are up, so that's funny.
Well, first and foremost, I got into Hamline. I am super stoked about it! It feels good to get a fresh start in life and I am excited to be doing something that will actually mean something to me. I plan on majoring in social justice and minoring in conflict studies, though I can create my own minor, so I think I am going to talk to my advisor about how to go about doing that once I get everything straightened out. After I finish there I may still go to graduate school for student affairs, but I am going to see where the wind takes me. I am not sure if I have it in me to apply to grad schools again. At least not anytime soon. This degree should take me no more than 2 years if I want a light load. Like I said, I am super pumped and whoever reads this will probably know before my family because I just got the letter today. HAHA!
I had to miss my cousin's fiancee's bridal shower which I was super bummed about. I was so looking forward to it, but I couldn't get anyone to work for me today. I will probably have to miss my cousin's grad party too because of work. I like having a job, but I don't like that I can't do anything on the weekends. I know it's our busy time of the week, but still. I am going to keep the job for the time being, but I am definitely keeping my eyes open for other opportunities. I really want to work in a bookstore! How awesome would that be?!?!
Yeah, I think that's all I've got for now. I might actually try to go to sleep now. I think my mom and step-dad are up, so that's funny.
6.03.2010
I am thankful for...
I feel like the last couple posts haven't been the most uplifting things in the world. I realize I complain a lot. I am getting better at actually doing something about the things I complain about; and truth be told, compared to what most people in the world are dealing with, I don't have that much to complain about. I really feel like I am a grateful, positive person. Sometimes, that slips my mind though and I forget. Once I have time to mull things over, I remember what I have isn't so bad. That being said, I am dedicating this blog entry to things I am thankful for.
1) My Friends: They are the the best, most wonderful group of people. I have been blessed to surround myself with a pretty unique bunch of people. I have made so many friends throughout the years. Some have lasted a long time, some not so long, but I have learned something about myself in every single friendship. They have all brought out something in me that I didn't realize was there.
2) My Family: As much as they drive me crazy, I do love them; granted I may not always like them, but I will always love them.
3) My Faith: I haven't always been the most religious person in the world. I believe in God, I know that for sure and I do sometimes get a lot out of going to church, but I feel as though I am forced to go to church and I don't like that. I may not be practicing in the sense that I don't always go to church, but I don't think God cares to be honest. I believe that God does have a plan for us and that everything that happens to us, happens for a reason; I also believe that everything will work out in the end. I don't believe in coincidences. I believe that God talks to us in His own way and you just need to open your eyes to see it. It's just something that gives me peace.
4) My Education: I am extremely blessed to be able to have gotten the chance to go to college, especially since no one in my family had before me. I learned a lot in the classroom, but I learned way more outside of it. I learned about myself, I learned that I have to make decisions that are right for me regardless of what other people think, and I learned that I am a way stronger person that I ever had imagined I could be.
5) TV Shows: It's pathetic, borderline insane how much of my life revolves around TV shows. The Bachelorette and Glee topping the list. I get way too excited about these shows. Probably way more than is normal.
6) Books: I love reading. I have a ton of books that I want to read this summer. I usually read fiction, but in an effort to learn more about things that interest me, I have picked up quite a few non-fiction books. The one I am currently reading is Lies my Teacher Told Me. It's about how American textbooks sugar coat history so as not to make America look bad. It's really interesting and I like it a lot.
7) Music: Pretty self explanatory
8) The Internet: Pretty much how I spend all my time that is not used up by friends or work. I love finding new websites and random stories, pictures, whatever.
1) My Friends: They are the the best, most wonderful group of people. I have been blessed to surround myself with a pretty unique bunch of people. I have made so many friends throughout the years. Some have lasted a long time, some not so long, but I have learned something about myself in every single friendship. They have all brought out something in me that I didn't realize was there.
2) My Family: As much as they drive me crazy, I do love them; granted I may not always like them, but I will always love them.
3) My Faith: I haven't always been the most religious person in the world. I believe in God, I know that for sure and I do sometimes get a lot out of going to church, but I feel as though I am forced to go to church and I don't like that. I may not be practicing in the sense that I don't always go to church, but I don't think God cares to be honest. I believe that God does have a plan for us and that everything that happens to us, happens for a reason; I also believe that everything will work out in the end. I don't believe in coincidences. I believe that God talks to us in His own way and you just need to open your eyes to see it. It's just something that gives me peace.
4) My Education: I am extremely blessed to be able to have gotten the chance to go to college, especially since no one in my family had before me. I learned a lot in the classroom, but I learned way more outside of it. I learned about myself, I learned that I have to make decisions that are right for me regardless of what other people think, and I learned that I am a way stronger person that I ever had imagined I could be.
5) TV Shows: It's pathetic, borderline insane how much of my life revolves around TV shows. The Bachelorette and Glee topping the list. I get way too excited about these shows. Probably way more than is normal.
6) Books: I love reading. I have a ton of books that I want to read this summer. I usually read fiction, but in an effort to learn more about things that interest me, I have picked up quite a few non-fiction books. The one I am currently reading is Lies my Teacher Told Me. It's about how American textbooks sugar coat history so as not to make America look bad. It's really interesting and I like it a lot.
7) Music: Pretty self explanatory
8) The Internet: Pretty much how I spend all my time that is not used up by friends or work. I love finding new websites and random stories, pictures, whatever.
6.02.2010
Blah...
So for the last few days I have just been in an irritated mood. I can't seem to shake it. Michael and I are going to go to hang out Friday so hopefully getting out of the house and throwing back a couple and just being away will help.
So like I said in my last post, my mom and step-dad went to spend the night, well, a couple nights at the casino. I decided that I would be nice and clean the house since no one else that lives here does. When they got home, all the dishes were done, I dusted, vacuumed, swept the kitchen, mopped the kitchen and the bathroom, did laundry, cleaned the bathroom (Lord knows the last time that was done). I didn't expect a whole lot when they got home, but they didn't even acknowledge it. And, of course, when the walked in the house, they didn't say a word to me. Of course, because I didn't clean the bathtub, they said something about that. Ugh. It's frustrating. Seriously, my sister does nothing to help out around the house. I have done the dishes more times since I have been home than she probably has in the last 3 years. Yet, all anyone does in this house is bitch. Which is ironic that I am bitching about them bitching. I don't really care.
If my step-dad is upset at me, he never comes directly to me to say anything. It always goes through my mom, who I don't take seriously at all. I don't think I would take my step-dad seriously though if started saying something to me now though. I don't feel like they care or anything. I don't share anything with them because they either 1)don't care or 2) will tell everyone. I am a fairly guarded person and if I want to tell someone something, I will. I dunno, I'm just not happy at home.
5.30.2010
Update 2.0
Okay, so I said I would update on the home situation. And because I have nothing better to do, I figured I would.
So being home, for me, sucks. I have been essentially on my own for the last 4 years. I haven't had to share a living space with people for the last 2 years (my first year as an RA, I lived in the suite-style building and had 3 roommates. There's a funny story.) and all of a sudden I have to live with 3 people. 3 people that drive me absolutely insane.
This biggest argument we get in is over the thermostat. Well, an air conditioner. I am a person that hates the heat and humidity. When I got home from school, the first thing I noticed was that they took the air conditioner out. Ugh. Luckily there have only been a couple gross days and for 2 of them I was at a friend's house, but still. It's honestly probably not going to get in until at least July. I tried to carry it upstairs myself so I can put it in, but it's way too heavy.
The thing that drives me most insane about being at home is that communication sucks. I can't even say that because between the 4 of us, there is very little dialogue. I very much feel like the adult in the house. I understand that my sister is 19-years-old, but when it's 2 AM and she's not home, I worry. She doesn't tell anyone that she isn't going to be home and my mom doesn't even seem to worry, which sort of upsets me. My mom has always been more concerned with being our friend than being our mom. Until my step-dad moved in, that's exactly what she was. And now that she tries to be our mom, I can't take her seriously and I just kind of do what I want anyway. Okay, sorry for that rant. Back on the communication topic. There was one event that has occurred this summer that has been especially irritating to me.
Every once in awhile, my mom and step-dad get vouchers for a free night's stay at a casino. It's fine that they go, but they never tell us that they're going somewhere for the night. I don't even care where they are going, just that they say they won't be home so I don't worry all night. When they would go, I would sit and worry because I had no idea where they were. I would call my mom's cell phone at like 12:30 AM and no one would answer. Of course, I thought the worst. Every time they came home, I would ask them to just tell me if they are going away for the night so I know not to worry. Do they do that? Nope. One time I went 4 days without talking to them because I was so mad. They, of course, acted like nothing was wrong.
The other day, my mom said these exact words to me, "don't tell your sister, but Peter and I are going to stay overnight at the casino; she doesn't like when we go". I can tell you why. She doesn't like to stay home by herself, so if you just fricken told her, she could find somewhere to stay so she wouldn't be home alone. I don't understand the point in lying. Yesterday, my mom told me not to tell my step-dad that I knew where they were going. It BAFFLES me. I have NO idea why it's necessary to lie about it. You are adults, I don't care what you do. I have said it a thousand times, just tell me that you won't be home at night. I am going to tell my sister where they are. I don't really care. If they get mad, they get mad. I don't think that 1)it's necessary to lie and 2) it's okay to lie.
When someone comes home, it's never, "Hi. How are you?"; It's always, walk into the house, maybe make food and go to your room. No one talks in this house about anything. I hate living here. I feel as though I am ignored and not important. I feel like I am just living here because of convenience, which in all honesty is true. I probably will end up going to live with Kelly. I think I'll be much happier there. Her home feels like my home. I can't think of the last time we all ate together and it wasn't a holiday; in fact, I don't think we have ever sat around our table to eat as a family. Kelly's family doesn't eat at the table, but at least they are together most of the time. Right now, the place in which I reside is not my home, it's my house. It makes me sad that I don't feel loved and wanted in my own house. I hope that in the future when I get married and have kids that our house will be a home. I think I have learned enough from living here that I know I can't live like this forever.
5.29.2010
Huh, I'm bad at this updating thing...
Okay, it's not really that I am bad at it, it's more that my life is either 1) extremely boring that no one would want to read what I have to say (not that many people care to begin with) or 2) so ridiculously busy that the last thing on my mind is updating no one about my life. In addition to that, I cheated on Blogger. I opened up another blog account on a different blogging website. Like with most things, I went back to what I love the most. So here I am with a lot to say and even more time on my hands.
I guess since my last entry (in September (yikes!)), a lot has happened. A whole academic year and 2 weeks of summer in fact.
I finished up my last year at UWRF. It was a bittersweet year. I was excited to end my schooling at River Falls, but for sure not ready to leave the people whom I have come to call my family. They have all impacted my life and sadly, I feel like I made more connections this year than I have in years past. And then I had to leave. It was a sad ending. Even sitting here now, I want to cry. Leaving high school was tough, but college is such a different experience. I spent pretty much all my time with these people; day, night, weekend...all of my time.
The very first friend I made at River Falls was Kelly. She's still one of my best friends today. We have too much in common and have too many random connections not to be friends. Her mom invited me to live with them this summer and I am seriously considering it. I can't stand being at home, but more on that later. She knows more about me than most people and I would be completely lost without her. She made my 4 years here what they were.
Of course, I made other friends too. Krissi, Taste, Smang. They all helped make my 4 years at RF amazing. The countless nights with random stories are something that I will cherish forever. They truly are some of my best friends and I love them to death. Even though I didn't get to see these guys a lot, I feel like it didn't affect our friendship. I knew that they were only a phone call away.
I also said good-bye to a job that I have loved for 3 years. A job that helped shape me as a person and helped be realize what it is that I want to do with my life. Being an RA was a lot what I imagine being a mom is like. It was the most challenging and most rewarding job I could ever imagine (aside maybe from a parent). It was a 24/7 job and sometimes, that frustrated me. There were a lot of things I couldn't do with friends because of my job, but having an effect on my residents and helping their year totally made up for it. This year especially. I had all first-years. It was by far my most difficult year, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I love them to death and I know they are going to do amazing things in life.
This year's staff was also amazing. It definitely had its ups and downs, and there were times that I was ready to quit. My staff brought me through that though. To be honest, I was worried about some of the people on staff; I wasn't sure that we would connect. I am glad I was wrong. I found a connection with every staff member. True, some more than others, but I think that you will get that no matter what you do. My staff made me feel appreciated, loved, and supported. I only hope that I impacted them half as much as they impacted me.
This last year was my worst academically. I stopped caring second semester. I didn't like my major and I wasn't trying. I was frustrated too, because my goal of getting into grad school wasn't panning out. I did interview in Mississippi, however I didn't get in. I was pretty upset, but as with everything else, I believe that things happen for a reason.
As it turns out, I came up with a backup plan that I am pretty stoked about. This past semester, I took my favorite class I have ever taken at River Falls: The Psychology of Prejudice and Racism. It was mostly a discussion class and we had to read a couple articles and submit questions on an online forum before each class. The readings were interesting and I learned a lot from them. The professor was challenging, but I like that. I think it helped my critical thinking skills and has made me look at issues a lot closer. I look up to my professor from that class a lot. It's because of this class that I decided to look into getting a second bachelor's degree. One school near my house has a critical issues in race and ethnicity major and another has a social justice major. I applied to both of those schools and am hoping to hear back soon. I think it's going to be good for me and it's going to be something that I enjoy.
So, that's all I am updating for now. Maybe I will write later about home life and how swimmingly that's (not) going. I know I said earlier in the post that I would talk about it, but I am tired of typing and the Stanley Cup Finals are on.
Peace.
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