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February 21, 2002

My Life as a Working Member of Society

So it’s almost summer, and you know what that means – time to find a job! Ugh. I always get so nervous around job search time. It’s not because I don’t have a resume (I actually have like six versions), and it’s not because I don’t have any experience. I am constantly working. I took one week off last summer from serving and landscaping to be lazy and comfortable. No, it’s not that I’m too lazy to get a job. I am lazy though.

Naw, the thing is, I am naturally frightened of the whole job search process. Filling out applications, tayloring resumes, interviewing – no thank you. This whole work thing is just a crazy conspiracy to make me feel violently ill a couple times a year. Even right now, I can feel the chunks rising in my throat – yes finding a job is that intense.

I feel like I’m that Ashanti girl singing with Ja Rule. This is me to my potential employer:

I’m not always there when you call
but i’m always on time
I gave you my all
baby be mine

I don’t say “baby, be mine” to the potential employers though. That would be sketch. And while I am sketch on day to day basis, I don’t want to let employers know that my most exciting moments happen Saturday at 9, when the latest episode of Making of the Band comes on. Or how about how I went to the cafeteria on Celebrity Night dressed like Joey Potter from dawsons creek? This is sketch and is bad in the job search environment.

So I’m V. sweaty right now because I just had an interview for one of the jobs I’ve applied for recently. I think it went really well, but don’t want to discuss it in my blog, in case those interviewing individuals should search for my name on the net.

Am I paranoid? Well, I did have an airport stalker (refer to January entry entitled “What part of hell no don’t you understand?”).

file this under: that crazy job junx

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December 15, 2001

like sands through the hour glass of time, these are the days of our lives

Well, finals have started, and I must say, i’m very relaxed. I almost feel guilty about it, because everyone else on campus is having a whine and cheesefest. For example, SORM, aided by a sudden bout of the flu, spent all last night cursing Thomas Finney, the creator of his calculus text book. Said SORM, “”I am the ghost of Thomas Finney! I made 12 editions of my book before my death!” Then, accordingly, SORM cursed each of the twelve editions. Of course, SORM also IM’d me at 1 am asking me to bring him my chicken slippers (present from gma) , and alerting me that pet bats were swarming his dormroom. ehm.

Anyway, unlike SORM, i feel great – like the two cent crack whore in her new knee – length, pleather hooking boots; like frat boy who found he didn’t have an STD, that his pee just smelled weird because of the mcfishwiches he ate; like the vamped up drag queen with silver eyelashes in a room full of swaggering gay men; like martha stuart in a doily factory~!

Although I am in a good mood, I still have three finals to complete – including the grant from h-e-double-hockeysticks. Anyway, since I do have some work to do, I thought I would spend this fine saturday studying. and so i sing:

“don’t sit next to me, just because i’m asian.
People all think we’re smart,
but I don’t want to be your friend,
if all you see me for is my intelligent brain.” – bruce lee band

No I’m not really asian. I just wish I was.

Anyway, as these things sort of happen, my actual schedual thus far has gone a little something like this:

8:30 am: Awake, but didn’t want to get out of bed
8:34 am: Urged on by persistent bladder, I got out of bed
8:36 am: Business done, think I should get back into bed, wonder why I am awake in the first place, but then decide to cruise the freebie forums
9:00 am: Consider purchasing $25 worth of products from some makeup factory in Paris, because they are having great sales!
10:00 am: After decision to buy, decide I should get back into bed, because boy am i gonna be tired by mid afternoon!
11:00 am: Still awake, decide to watch talkshows, but ofcourse, there’s no Maury on weekends. Then remember I recorded Thursdays Sally, so pop the tape in the VCR
11:45 am: Turn off VCR and decide to go ahead and stay awake
12:00 pm: IM SORM, ask if he wants lunch. He doesn’t
12: 00 – 12:45: Decide to study, but take a shower instead – cleanliness is next to godliness!
1:00: Get Lunch at Owens, try not to stare too long at the mutants, but can’t help noticing that “Darlene” working smoothies only has four teeth
1:00 – 3:00: procrastinate, blog, procrastinate

What’s ahead? Probably a nap and then I must watch the latest thrilling/vomitous episode of Dawson’s creek.

And what happens friday? I go home to be with my darling fam. I wonder if I have to get my sister’s boyfriend, Matt a Christmas present. What do you get for a boy whose only redeeming quality is that he can correctly rap all the area codes from Ludicris’s “I got hoes (in different area codes)” (fie one three, three oh fo, fo oh seven). Well i guess he’s good at other things too, like not keeping a job, smoking weed, etc. Dur, hope sis doesn’t read this entry.

Hmm, must find out about that present thing though, because I love shopping.

life ranking on the love-shopping-o-meter: 120% WOW! God Bless coupons

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December 3, 2001

new use for toothpaste!

Oh man I only posted once in the past week and a half. I am a loser.

Well i have been very busy doing HW. SUCKS.

Well I had a very lovely birthday. I got a lovely puzzle and cd from annaramma, 22 long stem roses from angelface, aroma therapy cabinet and about forty thousand pairs of satin underwear from step mom. (while it is not unusual to get underwear from step mom for every major holiday, god bless her, this particular batch was a little surprising. Step mom decided to go against her standard issue of racy high cut numbers, and sent me professional lady underwear – fancy brands in pastels with full coverage of the ass and lace edging – I saw grandma had the same sort of thing in her basket last time i visited. Is Step Mom trying to tell me I’m getting old?)

I also got some money, cute nightlight and a sparkly red sweater from Mom and spank. Additionally, angelface’s fam invited me to their house for the b-day and spoiled me with a yummy chocolate cake and a day spent watching lifetime movies. I have a lot of cake left over – about half of the thing actually. So guess what i’m having for lunch? Cake. Guess what i’m having for dinner? Cake. ilovecakeilovecakeilovecakeilovecake.

The dawson update: A few times a year I always say i’m going to quit watching DC, but never get around to it. Well last friday’s episode made me feel violently ill, and again I reconsidered quitting my fav. show.

Stuck to a chair
watching this story …
You make me complete
You make me completely miserable
lit, miserable

Yes, Dawson – big head – Leery dig get with Jen , aka the slut, Lindley! The flirting made chunks rise in my throat and I thought I would vomit. The kissing * god, i’m shuddering to even type about it * was more than anyone should have to endure watching – dawson, with his enormous nostrils flaring, sucked the life out of jen. Like helium from a balloon or air from that plastic woman my bachelor friends keep in their kitchen, jen lindley simply deflated under the durress of Dawson’s vacuum mouth. ICK. oh lord, and the worst part is – they had to go all the way! Yes, they are lovers. *i’m really shuddering now – the revulsion is overpowering*

This stuff is so disgusting, I seriously don’t know if i can take it. Damn you DC writers! You do a lousy job, my pet fish with his ganglia for brains could write a better script.

That reminds me, must feed darling Minh Twin. Then it’s off to give a presentation for a class final. Prep for this class has caused me to break out. Hmm, breakout is close to mouth. maybe i can cover it with toothpaste, so it disguises blemish as merely slopping brushing job. Boo, school is no fun, and repeat, SUCKS.

last fridays DC show ranking on the vomit -o-meter: 100% and rising!

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November 28, 2001

ode to vlasic kosher dills

Thanksgiving with Gma and Gpa was mahvelous! We had a lot of fun and learned maybe more than we wanted to know about eachother. For example, during the course of the holidays grandpa confided that grandma had bought him a leapard print thong that he wore to work once, but it kept getting stuck in his crack. He also told me had a huge collection of speedos, one of which is flourescent pink. I’ve seen grandpa in a speedo before. It was rather horrifying, but I gotta give the old guy props. It takes guts to wear a speedo when your 76 years old.

Gma and Gpa also gave me any food i wanted and introduced me to some new ones that were suprisingly good. We had pickled okra, peaches and apples during thanksgiving dinner. They were all pretty good, but i’m a huge fan of the okra now. Weird for a northern girl, i guess. Also, vlasic pickles – i’ve never had them and i’m sad that 21 years of my life have been spent without them. I have a bottle in my fridge, and am sure to eat one atleast every day.

dear vlasic pickles:

How do i need you?
well can’t you tell
I need you like a penny needs a wishing well…
how do i love you
well let’s count the ways
there aint no number high enough to count this phrase
Wrapped up in you – Garth brooks

school is alright. There’s the big Tech vs. Miami game on saturday, so that is something to look forward to. Angelface will meet smug ellie’s wills for the first time. This is exciting, because angelface hasn’t even seen smug ellie for about a year. It’s time to hop in the car kids – family reunion time!

Dawon’s update: this week jen is supposed to become dawsons girlfriend – again just like when they were fifteen. This thought makes me want to barf.

File this under: finally blogging again

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November 6, 2001

this one’s got breasts boys

Look at me, spending time blogging when i have fifty thousand papers to write. I tell you, the sacrafices one makes for an adoring public – they are numerous.

I am becoming increasingly facinated with this girl in my english class. She’s about 5’3″ and has no waist! Additionally, her hair color changes bi weekly, with the shades of coppery orange getting ever more intense with each new dyeing. But worst of all, she has a penchant for flashy spandex tops. There is nothing wrong with flashy spandex,… that is, if you are a sorority girl or hooker. In any event, coppertop, mistaking spandex as an uplift device, refuses to wear a bra and has the saggiest old woman boobs I have ever seen – Well, this is not entirely true. I saw something similar when my 84 year-old grandmother walked out of the shower with the towel wrapped exclusively around her waist. But despite the weird boobage, or maybe because of it, i really like little orphan annie. She is always smiling, and it’s always good to get a shock when she comes in wearing fuschia and yellow baby t’s – keeps me alert for the boring lecture.

Also, i just wanted to say, I have now reached total nerdhood. Prompted by a link on the Dawson’s Creek website, I signed up to have “my favorite Dawson’s Creek Character send me personal emails”. I chose Jen , and today *hurrah* I got my first e. It is as follows: “Hey! Well, after a really hard week of crying my eyes out… I’m back in Boston, alternatively exploring school and new relationships… and all the while worrying about how our friend back home in Capeside is faring. I figure the last thing he wants is people asking him that very question every 20 minutes, so I’ve refrained… I just hope he knows we’ll all be there if and as much as he needs us.
In the mean time, things are going dangerously well with Charlie… I don’t want to trust him too much because in my experience, completely trusting anyone you’re in a relationship with is a recipe for disaster. I’m keeping my fingers crossed…

Anyway, how are you doing?

Love
Jen

Jen loves me!

Life ranking on the nerd – o – meter: 80% and rising fast

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October 27, 2001

It’s Christmas Time Again

Today has been extremely eventful. What have I done? well, i sat around in my underwear for a while, ate some cheese, instant mashed potatos and plain yogurt (it’s v. cold outside. cannot leave the confines of my room), did some homework (as usual), and watched a horrible episode of dawsons creek. (i will elaborate later)

Why eventful? Because I realized it’s almost christmas.

She was his girl; he was her boyfriend
Soon be his wife; take him as her husband
A surprise on the way, anyday, anyday
One healthy little giggling dribbling baby boy
The wise men came three made their way
To shower him love
While he lay in the hay
Shower him with love love love
Love love love
Love, love is all around
Christmas Song by Dave Mathews Band

i’m so happy. it’s almost christmas for several reasons: (a) today we had the first snow. a few sputtering flakes of white, but it was definetly snow. (b) it’s gotten cold like its winter. (c) i went to visit m䴴 and he was wearing a “santa’s helper” t shirt. (a)+(b)+(c) = time to put in the christmas cd and hang some lights – am currently listening to “blue christmas” and am fighting with little white lights.

This wil be a blue christmas in dawson’s creek.

In Episode 503 Dawson makes the life altering decision to quit film school in LA and move to Boston, so he can be closer to Joey, his soulmate. Of course Joey and Dawson aren’t in a relationship, and I don’t see them being in one for a very long time. Dawson just feels that it’s right. Well anyway, he goes home to tell his Mom and Dad. His Dad is angry and tells him he is disappointed in him, and not to forget that Dad loves him. Then Dawsons’ dad turned his back and left. As Dawsons is driving out of their driveway, towards Boston, you see Dad in the shadows, watching Dawson with such an intense look of sadness, i couldn’t take it. I was glad they cut away to the next shot fairly quickly.

Well in the last twenty seconds of the show, you see Dawson’s dad driving along the highway at night singing to some happy tune. He’s eating icecream. As he’s bopping around, his hand hits the stearing wheel causing the icecream to fall. and i already know what’s going to happen, I just can’t believe it. Mitch looks at the fallen icecream, and when he looks up bright lights are in his eyes. the music gets really intense. screen goes black. and he’s dead. stop all the clocks. the funeral is next week. I just feel like such crap, because the last interaction Dawson had with his dad was one of disappointment

it’s a bittersweet symphony, this life – the verve

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October 3, 2001

its alright cause i’m saved by the bell

Today was a Japanese winter type day. I’m suspicious that we are on the same parallel as sabae, japan. when i lived there I went to takefu higashi high school were i took classes like cooking, tennis and jump roping. unfortunately, i didn’t recieve exemplary marks in any of those courses.

On a totally unrelated note, here is the dawsons interview that i promised. I felt really weird reading about the new season. Supposedly they have left the confines of wilmington, nc and are shooting in boston and la. i dont like this idea. i feel it going the way of saved by the bell the college years , which i’m sure anyone who grew up watching the early nineties high school episodes, would say the college version was subpar at best. dawsons going to college breaks my heart. now i know how mom felt when i left for college. i love you mom.

well i can’t talk about dawsons anymore, the tears are gathering and i have that scratchy feeling in my throat.

here is something to cheer us: ebay shenanigans

and something for free: Dave is giving away crap and junk on his website. Click the lower right hand of the site under “daves prizeland” or “hey cybergeeks”.. something like that.

Shout outs: to the ones i love

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September 26, 2001

lets get it on

so again, i’m avoiding homework to blog (is there a pattern developing here?) anyway, so i guess my aura is orange, which means ” mental stability and clear thinking. Psychologists and philosophers often have this aura… ” see i’m not crazy! So, i’m feeling very smart. Just how did I determine the color of my aura? Well I used my cinderblock walls as a backdrop, took off my glasses, noticed i had brown eye pencil smeared from my eyeball to nose, did a quick inventory of everyone i had seen since applying said eye pencil and decided the only person i cared about who may have noticed was Glade ~ and Glade has seen me in the morning which is twenty times more horrible than the pencil incident, (think big hair, crustiness and drool), concluded i was okay. then, remembered i was supposed to be inspecting my aura.

so i can’t see as well without my glasses anyway, so was half – way to the recommended blurrying. Some good rock song was playing, so i started to sing a long, quickly refocused my eyes and realized my door is wide open. But then I dont care who sees me looking at my aura, it’s not like i was doing something dirty like watching internet porn. Anyway, i eventually blurred again, and i think i had a orange aura.

That is okay, but i was rather hoping for red, as red is my absolute favorite color in the world. but then i read the definition for red, and thought it sounded a little racy: “Red represents sexuality. It’s highly charged and suggests strong emotions and passions…” I mean, I am passionate about dawsons creek and, as an extension of that i’m a big fan of dc fan fiction oh and dont be me started on pacey porn … oh lord where am I?
Well my love for dawsons is not sexual in nature. that is the point.

Shout out to smug ellie for her admin work and to Angel Face – the greatest boyfriend ever – for the gummy bears

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