What's left at the end of the day...

It's all in how you slice it.

2007-07-18T02:06:00.000-05:00

Where to begin? I supposed the most logical choice would be with my appendix. I had to have my appendix removed about a week ago. It all started around Saturday at midnight-ish. I woke up with a frightful hunger, after deciding on a small bowl of cereal I learned that food made me nauseous. I passed it off as being incredibly tired, weeks piled on top of weeks with only a maximum of five hours per night will do that to a person. I went back to bed and immediately felt like I was going to vomit everywhere, and I sure did.

Of course, I passed the vomit off as something else too--it's what I do to avoid the hospital. I figured the pizza I had earlier that day came in some form of contact with meat. As the hours dreaded along, my nausea wasn't decreasing, and a pain in my stomach was greatly increasing. After about nine hours of vomiting and 2-3 hours of an immense pain in my right side, I decided it was time to look up the symptoms for "appendicitis." Off hand I say I had about 70-80 percent of the symptoms, I asked my roommate to drive me to the hospital. I am fortunate enough to have sweethearts (not matter how much shit I give them) for roommates this summer. Not only did she drive me to the hospital; she sat with me all freaking day in the emergency AND followed me to the actual hospital just so I wouldn't have to be alone.

My mom flipped out and drove up to see, which I will admit was nice. I've decided that it really doesn't matter how old you are, the second you get sick all you want is your mommy and daddy. Well, actually, my mom didn't drive--her friend Andrews drove because my mom had my old VW (another story, wait for it) and couldn't drive it up. Again, my family is blessed by having such incredible caring people around them.

As for now, I have my check up first thing tomorrow morning. I'm not in any pain at all, my wounds just itch until the World's end and pester me when I'm in my work clothes. The only down side is that I will not have a scar, freaking modern technology.

Instead of the old fashioned appendectomy, the doctors have three incisions. The first one is through the belly button, where they put a hose to suck the appendix out once it's removed from the body. The other two are tunnels for the lasers to cut the appendix. The whole fun of going into surgery is having a scar afterward. My incision points will probably leave a faint scar, but nothing impressive.

As for Eloise, she kept getting sick and all of the repairs for VWs are astronomical. Every repair somehow ends up being around 2-3 thousand dollars. It's amazing too, especially considering the fact that the only places to work on VWs is the dealer. Oh you crazy Germans!

Anyway, we took the car to a nice shop in Roanoke and they advised us to just go ahead and sell it now, so we can get the best deal for it. So, we sold Eloise off and bought a new Subaru station wagon. I was supposed to get the car yesterday. Butttt, some stupid nitwit decided not to pay attention to the road, at all, and didn't see my mom stopped at a stop light. Needless to say, she ran into my mom and the car is now in the shop.

Again, we lucked out, the damages were only around $1000 and the insurance company is paying for all of it. The nit that hit my mom has admitted fault and claimed that the sun was in her eye, even though the sun was behind her. But that's neither here nor there, the deed is done and the car will be fixed. Most importantly, everyone involved was not injured and that's what really matters.

Man, I certainly know how to ramble a word or two. Summer school is going hectically, I missed a week of school because of my surgery and I have absolutely no idea how I am going to catch up and be comfortable in my classes. I made up my midterm today and will get the essays back tomorrow, anyone who reads this--please, please, please! cross your fingers for me. My professor hasn't decided what will happen for the quizzes with my other class. This weekend will be spent hurriedly finishing and refining any type of paper I can imagine; if they write half as quickly as this entry, I'll be set.

Now I'm just waiting for the scans on my computer to finish so I can go to bed. It's probably counter productive to have the Internet open and in constant use while I scan my computer to clean it. Well, I have to keep myself awake some how, right?

My computer is done cleaning itself and it's time for bed. I will try to remember to do an updated post tomorrow night going into more details about the appendectomy. This is, somehow, just a slight overview. Mainly, I'll go into details about the hospital and my thoughts on it.

With every hour the end is inching near...

2007-05-11T01:05:00.000-05:00

My roommates departure is so soon that time is beginning to slow down and come to a grinding halt. She's not the worst roommate, but she sure as hell isn't the best. It's like she doesn't think about anything, she eats in here all the time, leaves her dirty nasty plates in here for days, wakes me up almost everyday. If I'm not woken up, she disturbs my sleep greatly. I haven't had a good nights sleep since I've been here this semester.

I don't know what it is, she wasn't this bad last semester...or else she didn't bother me as much last semester. Oh well. All I have to do is make it until 3:15 p.m. Tuesday afternoon and if the freaking RA is a minute late, I'm going to make her pay.

Other than that, my exams have been going well. I really cannot express how excited I am for my surroundings to be changing (ever so slightly) in the next week or so. I feel like I've been living in a heavily oppressive environment for the past two semester. It's seriously hindering my creativity and overall happiness. Hopefully the upcoming change will be a good one for me.

In other news, has anyone noticed how beautiful the sunsets have been the past two days? For the second day in a row now I have not been able to stop walking around the circle after my evening workout because I can't pull myself away from the setting sun. Especially around Lot L, it's gorgeous. I wish I could live in those moments forever. I also settled it with myself tonight that I am going to live in California at some point and Montana.

Actually, what I think I am going to do is make a list of all of the places with the most beautiful sunsets and travel and see them. If I plan enough in advance, then I will go camping too and see the sun rises. I need to wake up in time to see a good sunrise, I have never really done that. But I tell you, nothing beats waking up early morning after a night of camping to a gorgeous sunrise in the woods.

I'm beginning to think that there is something seriously different about me this week. More and more frequently I am noticing guys checking me out, or waving at me as they walk by. I hate keeping my blinds closed (probably the most oppressive thing about living in this dung hole) and I keep them open as often as I can, but when I do people always comment on them. I hear "OMG like, if I, like, live on the first floor, like, I would never, like, keep my blinds open." OR I get the ever increasingly popular slow walk stare from guys, and the slow "Oh shit, she sees me" wave from when the realize it is in fact a two way window.

Don't people understand that humans crave the outdoors and fresh air? And most importantly, something more than just cinder blocks covered by obnoxious posters. Instead of the beautiful tapestries, yet another oppression. I miss my tapestries incredibly. They are beautiful and I cannot wait until they will be hung again. Hopefully my RA this summer will overlook my tapestries. Hell, who am I kidding. We have had the worst luck with RAs and RDs actually enforcing the rules these past two semesters.

I have been eating a lot of organic granola bars and breakfast bars, I've also been trying a lot more organic foods lately. Wegmans has this really cool wall of organic granola bars, where you can buy one instead of a whole box, so I tried a fruit and nut bar from Cliff. It was the weirdest thing, I couldn't eat it. It was cinnamon pecan, but it smelled almost exactly like my dad did. I have absolutely no memory of my dad wearing cologne or anything other than speed stick deodorant. And he always smelled of Captain Black tobacco.

It always makes me smile when I find things that remind me of him, especially when there is little to no connection between the item and him. It's also funny how those things just sneak their way into my life and how the thing I hated most about him (smoking) become the first thing I miss about him.

And I've just realized how incredibly random this post is. To my loyal readers, my apologies. Ogre! It was great hearing from you, I hope you are doing well.

A Hokie Nation...

2007-04-18T03:46:00.000-05:00

I'm sure everyone has heard of the Virginia Tech Massacre. Thankfully, everyone I know at Tech is safe and sound. I hope all the injured will recover and find peace. I hope all the friends and family of the dead will find peace as well.

One girl's mom was on the news tonight, she was talking about how her daughter would return to Tech. According to her mom, the daughter said that the fight to recovery is not over until she goes back to Tech and graduates. It's fairly impressive in my opinion.

I am still in a bit of disbelief about the whole ordeal, but more noticeably I'm angry. I'm slightly angry at Tech for not informing their students more quickly, but I understand that it's a large school (one of the largest schools in Virginia), and that it would be hard for them to inform the entire student body. Especially with a great portion of the student body living off campus.

I also understand that the police, campus officials, and everyone involved thought the first shootings were isolated--they honestly had no reason to think otherwise. And I can understand that the same people would want more answers on the first shootings before announcing it. But, I think the students deserved to know what was happening, especially since it was that grave of an issue.

But honestly, what's making me the angriest of all is the reaction; but most notably Facebook. Yes, I will admit that I was attached to my Facebook and the Internet when I first heard about the incident. Once I knew that everyone I knew was safe and unharmed, again I cannot express how thankful I am for that, I stepped back.

Out of respect for those that I did not know, I have expressed my grief and sorrow for their fates and stepped back. The last thing the wounded, their friends and families, the dead, and their friends and families need right now is a billion and one people grieving over their son or daughter when those grievers did not know the son or daughter.

I don't even want to sign onto Facebook right now because I don't want to be bombarded with groups asking me to express my prayers, sorrow, or concern for Tech. I joined the first group that asked me, and for me that is enough. I am subtle in my grief, see it for what you may. But I have always felt that there is an incredible amount of honesty with subtlety.

If it were me, I'd be annoyed. If it were my friend, I'd be pissed. If it was my brother or sister, I'd feel a range of emotions; from pissed to the need to protect to who knows. And I don't even want to know what I would feel if it were my son or daughter.

Someone anonymously carved an incredibly sweet epitaph in the tree for one of the dead. I think what makes it so incredible is the anonymity. That way only the dead, the carver, and--possibly--those who know the carver know who said it and the connection between the dead and the carver. But yet, everyone can know how incredible of a person the dead was, and in a way--through his friends and family--will continue to be.

On the other hand, as an aspiring journalist, I'm torn. What do journalists do? The names of the dead should be released so anyone who knew them will know what happened. The same goes for the injured list. But where is the line? Everyone gets an obituary, does that negate the publicity these obits are getting? Technically, the journalists are just doing their jobs and reporting the news. But at what point does the news stop and the dramatization begin? When is it too much.

All I know, is that journalists publish things to please the media and the readers. The media are incredibly demanding and critical of journalists. I'd say about 70 percent of the media are demanding the press to publish 100 percent of the information, no if-ands-or-buts. While the other 30 percent are scrutinizing the media for doing just that. There is honestly no middle ground.

I'm going to end this here because I feel I could force this discussion into 50 different lights and fields, but it'll all come down to the same question. "How much is too much?"

Again, and most importantly, my heart goes out to the injured, the dead, and their families and friends. May all of the injured recover quickly and fully. And everyone find peace within this terrifyingly chaotic tragedy.

And to those who knew people who died--please remember, and trust me on this, that people only truly die after you have forgotten them. It'll be hard at first, but keep on to those memories; both good and bad. Because in no time--or so it will seem once you get there--you'll be able to laugh and make snide inside jokes about the person. And for a moment, a glimpse in time, that person will still be alive.

Also, you never know when you'll be scared out of your mind about moving forward in life and suddenly be bombarded by their memory. Be it a familiar scent, a hang out spot, a drink, or maybe you said something they would say (for those who have friends that verbally slip up from time to time)--then you'll find strength to move forward in life. Keep them in your heart, and they will live forever.

Sitting in class...

2007-03-29T16:20:00.000-05:00

Every time I hear the phrase "sitting in class" my mind automatically zooms back to when my oldest brother was in high school and he made up a little lymeric, or rap about sitting in class with gas from the cafeteria food.

Sitting in class
Got a tingling in my ass,
Run to the bathroom to pass some gas.
Sitting, shitting.

Etc, etc. It's a pretty disgusting rap, but it's comical and in good spirits.

jfklasdfj!!!

2007-03-18T15:12:00.000-05:00

Dude, where's my brain?

Spring break just ended with a harsh slam of reality in my face. I have less time than I would prefer to have to unpack and do homework. My homework for my documentary class would not be as obnoxious if there was just a way to make it shorter. No matter what, I know I will spend at least 1.5 hours of my time doing the homework. The plus side to the homework is that the documentaries are really freaking awesome.

OK, I gotta get the ball rolling, so here is the express summary of my Spring Break:
1) The Sweet Pea is way too big, but also incredibly adorable and smart.
2) The Dork is popular at school and started playing T-ball. He's number two because he's in the shit. He also looses teeth like nobody's business.
3) I didn't see the Elfling, but I hear he is doing well and such.
4) I didn't get to hike as much as I would have thought.
5) I spent two hours intensively washing and scrubbing my car, only to have it downpour for the next two days.
6) Harrisonburg. Where to begin, my bruises, my memories--or lack there of. To sum it up, I am retiring my green bracelet on a good note.

OK. I am off to unpack and then to watch "Hoop Dreams."
If someone finds my brain, can you please return it? I'm scattered and sore. Tonight will probably suck.

13 hours and 56 minutes and counting

2007-03-08T05:14:00.001-05:00

That is how long I have to last until it's time to PARTAYYYYYYYY, Spring Break style. Woo. I decided that sleep was useless seeing as I have class in less than 4 hours.

I have a paper due at noon and a midterm at 1:30. This week has been pretty nice to me, so I am not too worried. I aced my last English paper, which I thought I did horribly, shows how reliable a writer is of their own work. I am confident in the paper I just wrote (and posted on my literary blog), so that probably means it's a piece of shit. Oh well, thus is the life of me.

I remember last semester I wrote this in class essay and I thought, "Wow, I feel good about that" and my teacher wrote something along the lines of, "I'm confused by your point, re-write for credit." I got a B+ on my re-write.

Man, I loathe Thursdays. But I love John Frusciante, those thoughts aren't connected at all. Well in a way they are, my iTunes loves me and just put on his song "Going Inside," it's gorgeous. Download it, love it, worship it.

Sometimes it sickens me that great people, such as John Frusciante, aren't as remembered as Anthony Keidis. Don't get me wrong, I love Anthony as well, a whole lot too. It's just there is so much raw and unbridled talent within John, it's gorgeous. His work is remarkable.

And then there are times when I think that it's because John isn't as well known, or as remembered as Anthony that he's able to create such great pieces of work.

Then other times I think that all I do is think myself into many a circles, it's the life of a Libra. OK, who's caught on to the fact that I am just typing everything that comes into my head. I wonder if I only have my John Frusciante songs playing because the third John Frusciante song in a row just started, I bet I do. A lot of times I accidentally click on one artist and I sit here listening and jamming out to it before I realize.

OK, I'll save all of your eyes. Bye!

EDIT: If XS reads this, can you please tell me how you did that really cool thing with the links to the right of your blog? I think I am blogger LD, I can never figure out how to do anything with this thing.

OK. I need to find something to keep me awake. This probably sounds really nerdy, but I think I take notes in class because I like to write the date. I don't know why, but that's always my favorite part about taking notes and sometimes I could careless about the notes I took. Rather than the fact that it would be a complete waste of paper.

Unless, of course, I wrote the date all over the paper. I'd be like the crazy version of those crazy girls (heh, what?) from high school that worshiped Boy Band Carbon Copies. They would write Mrs. Mindless Carbon Copy with hearts all over their papers. Maybe high school was a stretch, I'd say middle school.

I think I am the only girl I know that didn't have a Hanson phase, is that weird? They just creeped me out. Actually, all the boy bands creep me out.

And seriously, I think my book is better than this and it doesn't make people's eyes bleed.

spring break!!!!!!!

2007-03-06T04:05:00.000-05:00

OK. the official countdown begins now, Tuesday (ish, I guess) and I have three days and counting until I am free. FREE. Kind of sort of. I have a ton of homework to do over break, but Roanoke is mostly boring.

Oh, I heard back from the music magazine today (for those who even knew I applied) and the editor said, "you definitely grasp the type of professionalism, yet personable touch we look for." Yea, that definitely made my day pretty freaking awesome.

Now I just have to fill out three extensive forms and I am one step closer to my poor, busy, chaotic life of being a journalist. Woo.

So my spring break plans are as follows (and in importance):
1. Hike as often as possible.
2. Camp out as often as possible.
3. Complete homework before coming back to school.
4. Give Ernest Hemingway a chance. My friend Joe and I have had an on going battle between Henry James and Hemingway. He promised to give James a fighting chance, but only if I promised to give Hemingway a fighting chance. Oh, how I wish to cast a farewell to "A Farewell to Arms." Who knows, maybe I will like Hemingway this time around. I don't know.

OK. I do believe it's bed time.

Whoa!

2007-01-29T23:43:00.000-05:00

Mozilla's newest download has spell check. How cool.

Everyone should download it.

PS- Mozilla kicks the shit out of Internet Explorer any day.

Mozilla rules and IE drools. No joke.

Happiness is...

2006-12-09T05:06:00.000-05:00

Awareness.

Being aware with who you are as an individiual and how you interact with the world and its counterparts.

It's knowing your specific element, and knowing how to use it to your best ability.

Sure, we will all have those moments where we get so stuck in our heads that this is right and this is what we should be doing, that we will feel as if we are living memory.

But, then--we have those serious genious momemts where our thinking is so far ahead of our bodies that we will feel as if we are living in the future.

Understanding and coroperating with those emotions and feelings is what brings out elementary sense about. How we react to that is how we find what we are best at.

It's when you get in those spots and pits of life, and think; "Wow, okay, I need to get to a keyboard and get those thoughts out." And after a while, you find a way of wording things, phrasing things, that is unique and fluid.

Or you go play music, and you find a way of singing, playing, strumming, that is unique and fluid.

Or you can go figure something out, a way to protect something, improve something. You go into science labs and crunch numbers to change the way we live and function.

And by being aware of your emotions, and the way you live and work...also by knowing how to make those emotions stable and right with who you are and Mother Nature, you are just so content and happy.

This is why all the cool professors will do anything for their students. They are that inlove with the subject that the have to teach it to people, they have to encourage more people.

Granted, they are more intense and crazy professors...but it's worth it. That much raw emotion only sparks another persons love, and it's born again.

This is the end...

2006-12-09T02:10:00.000-05:00

Here I am at the end of another semester come and gone. This would have to be the hardest semester yet. I do not know what I was thinking when I signed up for four, yes four, writing intensive courses. I wonder how I made it.

So far I know my grade for one course, an A. But it's an astronomy lab, so it doesn't count for much. And I know my projected grades for the rest of my classes, one A and three B's. I should get an A for my feature writing course, I have gotten 95's or higher on most of my aritcles and my teacher is a really cool teacher.

I also don't really know what I was thinking when I decided to double major in English and Journalism the other day. I know and feel that it will be a ton of work, and many grueling hours writing, writing, writing, oh yea, and writing. But I wouldn't be happier any other way.

I know that's what I need to do to get where I want to be. I know I want to teach middle school English, and I know I want to write for a newspaper. Freelancing constantly on the side doesn't sound like a bad idea either.

It shouldn't be too much work, my professors do it all the time. I don't there was a day where my professors didn't mention their other jobs, or their sources/connections. It's so interesting and amazing.

So, I have three more papers, or writing sessions until the end of the semester. One three hour writing block, hand written might I add, for English. One three hour, typing, block for Communication (Journalism), and one hand in 3-5 page typed paper for English. Then my brain and body will be set free until Jan. 22, 2007.

The irony is just painful...

2006-12-08T01:54:00.000-05:00

In my pathetic attempt to not be a dork, yea...I know.
I edited pictures on Adobe, yea...I know.

Enjoy!

I have more:

Okay. It's 2 a.m...reading until bed time.

Fret not. More annoying rambles are here to come.

Realization...whoa!

2006-12-07T22:48:00.000-05:00

Okay, so I was thinking today during my evening class. We were watching this really weird, interestingly awesome British documentary sitcom about how things are connected to one another. So, naturally I had to think about it--not just think about it; test it.

I found out that it is insanely true. Granted my test was not nearly to standards of the tests of the sitcom, nor is it as prevalent. And it happens to be quite obvious.

This is how things evolve. To specify, pretty "technological" things, this is why they come to be.

So, we have the elementary base of some typical object that's been around for years, and I mean years. Take, a gun, a car, a standard bottle; the foundations of how we manufacture those, as an economical country; still remains the same. Everyone is at least slightly aware with the core structure of most, if not all of those things.

So, how do they become pretty? Simple; society. As families fight to remain the "prettiest" looking family, they pay someone to make it look more sleek, "technological;" just a prettier face lift than the previous.

Those same families also pay doctors, plastic surgeons to be specific, to keep their bodies up to date and prettier than before. And prettier and/or leaner than the person standing, or living, beside them.

In correlation with possessions and wealth, it begins to reach a point that is just too much. Too much lips, boobs--Too much platinum, carriage space. Just too much. And looks trashy; both the objects and the people.

But, how did they get trashy?

It all starts with two wealthy families, possibly even modestly wealthy. Pretty soon, both families start becoming the talk of the town, everyone loves them. Then some how, inadvertently Family A steps ahead of Family B.

To make up for this, Father B begins working harder to beat Father A. Father B, in turn, employees Graduate B, who is eager to make quick a buck, or two.

This person is mostly interested in making money, and profiting, from his/her business. It's possible that Graduate B will sweep the dirt under the rug. Most people figure, if the outside is pretty, than the inside must be too--so why not create inferior interiors?

Father B is desperate, so he takes it and the dirt under the rug. And then it's Father A’s turn. Then Father B. And then Father A again. This goes back and forth a long time; possibly forever.

The more Father A and B battle, the more other families are going to battle to attempt to keep up with them; and more families become involved.

To go back to the alternating generations, and the battling generations; this is how it is regulated: One generation's over desire for this imagine, reduces, or annihilates, the next generation's. Who, in turn, design practical things...functional things.

Again with the time decreasing between the battle of generations, the progression speed of "pretty technology" is growing. After awhile, once the progression hits a wall--it will slow. Thus restarting the cycle.

This is also how communities are created. A group of inventors working for the "it families" will gravitate toward another, and a similar--yet slightly different, community will form around that one. This will continue until it reaches a barrier; then two neighboring communities will feud and battle.

Generally, it is either two diverse communities or two similar communities. It's not sure how this is made; possibly because Community A became the center, while Community B became another center, and grow similar communities until they met at the barrier; creating the battling communities.

Communities originally get along because of the similar job fields, and mentality of the population. By living and creating families in positive communities and atmospheres, it ensures the growth of the community and the job market.

In contrast, there will always be certain people who don't fit in with the community and aspire to a "prettier," or more "technological" community.

Causing either immigration or departure to the community. Or it could cause a community growth, or shift in beliefs (or at least the start or fight for a shift).

This also goes back to the way generations battle. There is a cycle between what type of community is kept and maintained. While Generation A will want the quiet life of the country, Generation B will be devastated about the depletion of city life.

When Generation B moves into power, its first goal will be regrowth, or giving birth to city life again. And Generation C’ first goal will be doing the same to the country.

The similar communities are mirrored in jobs. There are two type of graduates, and later workers. Graduate A, who loves the job, and is completely dedicated to it--but not to make money--to improve it. And Graduate B, who loves money and is completely dedicated to making money.

Family B hears about Graduate A’s impressive resume and offers Graduate A a position. However, being dedicated and in love with the job; Graduate A sees that Family B does not have good reason, or is not fighting to improve. Therefore, the job is passed to Graduate B, who is only looking for a quick buck.

****Disclaimer: Graduate A and B are not static, they are a representative group. Individuals constantly go back and forth between groups.****

After a while of working for meager pay, possibly after settling down with a family. Graduate A gets tired of not having money for his/her family, and in turn, accepts a job from the "it families."

This puts Graduate A and B in the same job field, Graduate B is then reminded on what they missed out of in life. Graduate B then drops out of the "it families" job, and into a slower pace, possibly less paying job. This allows Graduate B to spend time with their families and to enjoy life.

This also speeds up Graduate A’s working life, which speeds up their life span working for the "it families." The range of time has endless possibilities, it could be a week, or a month, or years. Once Graduate A thinks they’ve lost their grip on reality and why they started working with this type of job, they leave the "it family" jobs.

A lot of the times, this is brought on by the growth, or growth spurt, of one of the children. Graduate A possibly realized that they have been missing out of their child’s life, and that supporting the child is more important than money.

Graduate A then leaves the job quickly, enough time has been lost as it is, right? Sometimes Graduate A will quit during a job with the "it family;" which leads the "it family" desperate work a worker…and Graduate B is hired. Thus continuing the cycle.

Also, Graduate A tends to have a more structured resume, and better sources to call on. Because Graduate A does it for the love and the job; they are able to build up dependable sources. Both who they may call on and who may call on them for help.

In contrast, this is how Graduate B tends to have more “failed” jobs or companies than Graduate A. Graduate B is so desperate to make the buck, that they are willing to bounce from job to job looking for a quick bite to fame and money.

This does not mean that all people who have worked a lot of jobs are Graduate B’s. Many times Graduate A gets so desperate for money, that they will work remedial jobs, or other jobs to help keep the income flowing.

This is also how Graduate A tends to be the more interesting, or developed person. Because while Graduate A knows and feels the job that they love, they understand it costs money to live and work in the society.

They know it costs money because the "leaders" of society are the "it families," and Graduate B’s. However, within their jobs they have ethical (or try to maintain) guidelines and refuse to work jobs like Graduate B works. And, enter in the remedial jobs.

By working the remedial jobs, Graduate A is able to build trust and respect for other people, and other workers who are not as fortunate as them to have education. This is how cool people are created. They’ve worked with everyone, know a bit of everything, and still have an undeniable passion for a specific job.

The Graduate A’s can spot one another too. Typically, it comes from working the remedial jobs. After the harsh hours split between what they love, what makes the bills, and their family, Graduate A can get stressed easily. Yet, with a little help from their favorable job and family--they can get unstressed easier. That's why Graduate A's tend to be more happy and enjoy life more.

However, when they are working, they can monitor how others interact. Remedial jobs allow Graduate A to be around the people, both co-workers and customers, or clients, or whatnot. This allows Graduate A to compare and contrast Customer A and Customer B.

Customer A is the same as Graduate A, and Customer B is the same as Graduate B. Customer B bounced from leisure job to leisure job while waiting for the money bait. While Customer A swallowed their pride and took a blue collar job while they fought for a job they loved.

This makes Customer A more aware of Graduate A’s life, which is why Customer A is a polite and courteous customer. While Customer B is a rude, uncompromising customer that just doesn’t realize the stress and annoyance of a remedial job.

That is not to say that all remedial workers are Graduate A’s. Some workers don’t have the education, or the desire to work above the remedial job. They, in turn, do not realize the difference between Customer A and Customer B. That is to say, not past “I just had to deal with a rude customer.”

It is also not to be assumed that once a remedial worker, always remedial worker. Just as with the switch and progression of Graduate workers, there is a switch and progression of remedial workers.

However, it is slightly different. Some remedial workers, will work out of the remedial job. While other remedial workers will work with, or up the remedial job--to become a manager, or coordinator.

The change, progression, digression, or exchange of the family/society and “pretty technology” growth is correlated with the change and exchange in the job field.

For a change to happen in the family/society battle, a new idea, or technique has to be introduced in the market--meaning a new person has to spark the idea. Which means that a new person would have enter the job field to either inspire, suggest, or help with the idea.

Which, yes, also correlates with the growth and decline of good products, and ideas. As Major Corporation B (MCB) produces something impressive, or ingenious, Major Corporation A (MCA) hires either Graduate A, or B, to produce something better or sometimes just more visually appealing.

MCA is being run by Family B, while MCB is being run by Family A. (Just to be annoying, because I can.)

This also means that both MCA and MCB suck because they are being run by two "it families" driven by society and image. Graduate B, who thrives on working for a corporation keeps the corporations working.

In contrast, Graduate A, who despises corporations, keep small quaint shops or stores in working.

Graduate A loves the shops for what they are, and the beautiful simplicity of the shops. While Graduate B loves the shop because it is a novelty; it’s something to visit and joke. Typically, Graduate B will only go to the shops so they can talk about it at MCB or MCA.

Now, if anyone actually read to this point, lets call that Reader A, you can tell that everything is related, correlated and connected to another. Whether we work together, or against each other, the connection is still there.

And the other reader, Reader B (who just skipped to the end) will have to take my word for it. And if Reader A is as dorky as I am, Reader A will find that part humorous.

If not, I will explain it:
Reader A = Graduate A = Love.
Reader B = Graduate B = Quickness.

Disclaimer No.1:
This does not pertain to the readers who are in a hurry.

Disclaimer No. 2:
Families, Graduates, Workers, Communities, Major Corporation's, and Shops are all generalized. Along with any jobs that were mentioned. This is a perspective look a them as whole and how they function together.

The individuals bouncing back and forth is what keeps the generalized groups working and in progress.

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Okay, after writing that and editing out some of my thoughts and points; it’s pretty hard to believe that I thought of most to all of that in a matter of seconds. Then again, it did take me less than an hour to write and I took a break for dinner.

I’m going to not be a dork now.

Edit: I think I went slightly beyond my anticipated post. :/ Sorry.

To sleep or not to sleep?

2006-11-21T01:43:00.000-05:00

Sleep seems useles now. However, this doesn't:

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

Opening Credits: She Looks To Me - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Waking Up: Dreamweaver - Kansas

First Day At School: Every Planet We Reach Is Dead - Gorillaz

Making Your New Best Friend: Tommy Gun - The Clash

Falling In Love: Island In The Sun - Weezer

Prom: Easy - Faith No More (heh)

Graduation: Mandy Goes To Med School - The Dresden Dolls

Life's Okay: Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

Death Of A Close Friend: Don't Get Lost In Heaven - Gorillaz

Driving: So Much I - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Flashback: Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers [live]

Getting Back Together: Don't Forget Me- Red Hot Chili Peppers [live]

Birth of Child: Road to Joy - Bright Eyes

Wedding Scene: Mad World - The Red Paintings

Final Battle: Missed Me - The Dresden Dolls [live]

Death Scene: London Calling - The Clash

Funeral Song: I Want To Ride My Bicycle - Queen

End Credits: Throw Away Your Television - Red Hot Chili Peppers [live]

Brain? Are you there?

2006-11-19T01:14:00.000-05:00

It's official, I think I have lost my brain.
Yesterday I barely did any work, I finished writing and editing a simplistic 500-700 word article, mine was only about 615 words...nothing tremendous.

But, I did work for 11 hours, and I was stuck in my car attempting to get home for another 2 hours and 20 minutes afterwards.
I had the biggest case of cabin fever in a while.
By the time I got off of 66, my head seriously hurt because of how long I was contained.
I phoned (ok, the other nurse phoned in) at 7 a.m., we phoned out at 6 p.m., I got home at 7:50...and by some form of magic, had my article in by 8...I don't know how, well, it's probably because it was poorly edited. But an article turned in on time but poorly edited is better than one turn in late, right?
I don't know, I see turning in articles late as a sign of disrespect and my professor is pretty awesome, so I wouldn't want to do that.
Actually, I have lucked out, both of my journalism professors are really neat.
They are odd, I will admit. When I tell my non-journalism friends about my classes (minus Becca) most of them look at me weird and don't understand why I am so excited about them, so I guess they take getting used to.

It's almost Thanksgiving, it seriously couldn't come any freaking sooner. Everyday my brain gets a little closer to explosion. And everyday I look forward to the day that my brain will explode and I will no longer have to do work.

I took the night off last night, and I didn't write at all...It was boring. I don't know why, I guess writing has become such a part of me that I actually need it to feel balanced. When I decided just to watch some TV and turn in early, it sound like a fun idea. But by the time I went to bed, I had about 5 ideas that I wanted to write about, but I knew I needed sleep.

And now, I must writing about "The Spoils of Poynton," by Henry James. Toodles.

Um, I do notice things, thank you...

2006-11-16T05:43:00.000-05:00

I would like to point out, that I have noticed the drastic jump in my profile views since my last post (seven, to be exact).
While seven might not be a big number to popular bloggers, it is to me. My profile view count hadn't gone up in over a month!
Now, this is a message to all those profile viewers, comment.

I am a girl, meaning, I like things, and in this case, the only "thing" that is tangible, is a comment, or maybe even two.

Plus, I would like to note that comments make me more willing to post more. It shows that there actually is someone bored enough to not only read my entire ramble, but follow up on it too...which could be very impressive.

I was instructed to save this...

2006-11-03T01:52:00.000-05:00

Shit, something made me realize that we lived our lives in circles
Everything goes in motion, what once was is only gone for a little bit of time
Great Grandfather was rebelling against his parents and acting in a certain way, Grandfather was rebelling against Great Grandfather and undoing everything he did, Father was rebelling against Grandfather and undoing everything he did, now we the children will be rebelling aginst father and try to undo everything he's done.
Not literal father, but metaphoric, as a generalized generation being a person.

That's also when I realized that my kids might be conservative and really and truly decided it would be best for me not to have kids.
Think about it, our kids will be conservative...we are at the breaking point of parties, in the next couple of years, we are going to witness a shift to the democratic party
Then the nation will rule democratic for a while, and in due time, it will shift back to the Republican party, and if I theorized properly, it could be when our kids would come into political rule

Becca: i see everyone becoming more liberal
Becca: there is a direct positive correlation between education and liberals
Me: If you add the word, "desired" before education
Me: Only those who care to be educated, and truly desire to work for their major, and later careers
Becca: this is true

College Education + Perverted Minds =

2006-09-14T02:07:00.001-05:00

Me: don't you think it's ironic that the most trusted condom is the "trojan" condom
Jenn: lol
Me: when in fact the trojans were outsmarted
Me: right?
Jenn: well, they were outsmarted, that's true, but their border was still the strongest
Jenn: they got in a con, not b/c they broke the barrier
Me: i guess that's the allusion they are going for
Jenn: i guess
Me: if i ever get pregnant using a trojan condom, imma call my baby "the trojan horse" while it's still in my tummy
Me: get it? 'cause the baby would have conned its way past the boarders?
Jenn: lol
Jenn: i got it
Me: then my tummy will explode with a baby
Jenn: before you explained it
Me: just like the horse
Jenn: hahahahaha
Jenn: HAHAHAHAHA
Me: well the horse didn't explode with a baby
Me: people came out of it
Me: but still, the effect is there
Jenn: yeah
Me: We = Dorks.
Jenn: Yeah

On John Frusciante...

2006-09-13T19:06:00.000-05:00

For as long as I can remember, Flea has been my favorite member from the Red Hot Chili Peppers. From the stories that I have read, and the music that I have heard- Flea has one of the most caring and gentle souls. Probably the stories that mean more to me, are from his "Fleamail" in his journal Flea talks about what ever he wants, his life, family, the press, music...pretty much what ever he feels like. I absolutely love Fleamail, it is an insight to his soul, and it has made me appreciate Flea, his music, and the band more than I had before.
I have grown up a lot since I began listening the RHCP. Especially since my first memory of them was from when they released the video for "Give it away now" when my mom saw the video, and banned MTV in our house after that. I suppose she had her reasoning's for banning MTV, I was only 7 or 8 years old. The banning did not even stop us from watching the video. I have many memories of my brother yelling up to me that the video was about to come on air and I had to hurry before mom came home...
However, 12 or so years later, I know that song is not about sex, rather it is about giving away your most prized things [CD's, movies, clothing, TV's, anything really] to your most beloved friends. As a way to show them that you truly care about them more than you do materialistic items. With that said, back to the topic of John Frusciante.
John has always been the quiet one in the back, the one who jams out on his guitar every given chance. While Anthony and Flea have more been in the spot light and kind of in a sense with the body language of "LOOK AT ME!" With the release of their newest album, Stadium Arcadium I have had a rebirth of love for them. And they have quickly joined my most played list, and could possibly be my most played list.
I have had the album for over a month now and I have completely submerged myself in their music a numerous amount of times. There is so much to listen to with their music, you can listen to the music as a whole, or focus on the lyrics, the guitar, bass, drums, or what not.
I am going to assume that John had a somewhat rebirth of love for music and life, because it seems like he has truly come alive with this new album. His guitar riffs are more phenomenal than before. In fact all of the members seem to have had a rebirth with music, love, and life. It's a truly magical thing to listen to and figure out.
This album has also made me realize exactly how big of a dork I am. Even though I have not been able to find a concert that I can make it to (I'd love to do that by the way, I even thought about going away from the states just to be able to see them live...all of their dates outside of the United States are sold out, and the concerts aren't even until May of next year) I look up pictures of them playing live. All of the boys are so focused on their music, for some reason I feel John is more focused on his music.
In the more recent years I have come to notice a certain mystery within John, and I have to admit that his mystery makes him more desirable. There is something truly sexy and to be desired when John plays. The look on his face, the way his eyes roll back, the way he throws his body back...just everything he does.
I grew up loving music and literature. I have watched many musicians on TV (sadly, I have not been to many concerts) and ever since I was a little kid, I have thought that the most sexy thing in a man, was when he was in his element. When John plays the guitar, he is in his element. I know there are those bands who try to be sexy and who try to atract all the girls on stage. That just turns me away. The way John (and the rest of the band) presents themselves on stage with their attitude of "Hey, I may look stupid and a dork, but listen!" intrigues me.
The point of this enormously long ramble is, there is something truly sexy about a man who looks like he is having an orgasm playing his guitar. There is also something sexy about a man who can produce the most beautiful and awesome music that you have heard in a while.

P.S.- I don't think this entry makes much sense. I am sorry. As you can tell, I pretty much just put my hands over the keyboard and let them write. But yea, the point of this story is, because of John's musical ability and mystery, I think he might be becoming my newest favorite RHCP. It's a hard decision, they all are pretty freaking awesome. And Flea has one of the most gentle souls, so that would be hard to top. But it might happen. Also, all the pictures are of John.

As time goes slipping by...

2006-06-27T01:21:00.000-05:00

Today I was told that the owner of my job will be resigning on Friday. While I know it doesn't seem as big of news to you guys as it does everyone else, it helps make this summer make more sense. And the more I think about this fact and how it relates to the rest of my working summer, I realize that while this fact may bring a bunch of seemingly unrelated facts to a close. It is also making our world up to purely and entirely venerable.
The lone thought of the projected people in power frightens me, I don't know what to expect and all I can think of is the one fact that how it is interesting, the lone fact that pieces together many idiosyncrasies of the summer, is same fact that is about to come crashing in to the work world we know and create a new, and possibly chaotic place.

I am torn to weather or not I will be asked to take my piercings out, while I don't know how legally or ethically they could do that. I do know that the stores will be under new ownership, and therefore have the right to change their opinions and rework the system. While I know I am mostly competant in my job and while I am even more confidant that they cannot affor to lose me, not becase I rock--but because they are that different.

I think I still just cannot get past the fact that this single bit of information both pieces together and destroys my work world.

Guess what,

2006-06-17T22:47:00.000-05:00

I hate my job. Go figure.
So, I actually asked for my raise and as predicted, I got turned down. "Well, Emily, you just had a raise." Well, Teresa, I bust my ass and then some at work and you don't appreciate a damn thing I do. She says clean the ice cream machine, I say fax the directions. I get bitched out too much and not appreciated enough.
I am seriously a step closer to quitting every day. I don't need the job, I'm not desperate for money. I just got a job to pass time and I only keep the job to continue passing time. But it has consumed my entire life. For this pay period alone, I have 111 or some odd hours. That's insane. With two days off, that leaves 12 days to work those hours, averaging about 9.25 hours a day and my last day where I got a break was over 3 weeks ago. It's fucking insane.
I get yelled at for my overtime, well, you fucking write the schedule.

This week they tried to lower my hours and make me work less, as of now, it's three days into pay period, and I have had one day off...and worked 5 extra hours. I also have to come in an extra hour early tomorrow, and about 6 hours early next Saturday.

What ever, my pay checks are bomb ass and I don't remember what it was like to have a life during my breaks. (Breaks from school that is.)

Sleep time.

Workity, Work, Worken

2006-06-08T01:45:00.000-05:00

All I do is work, seriously, all I do is work. On days where I do not work, I run out of things to do by noon and am bored. What is wrong with me? What 20 year old works 55-60 hours a week during her summer? I do not need the money, and I can probably do something better with my time.
What gets me the most is the stupidity of this nation. I work with some of the most stupid people around, which sounds totally bad to say, but it is true. It blows my mind that some of the people I work with have to use a calculator to figure change for people. I understand that math is not every persons forte, but the reciept gives you the change to the nearest dollar, which is the hardest part to do.
For example:
On an order that is $9.34, the bottom of the reciept will say ".66 cents," and the hard part is done.
On the happier side, I did buy a wicked nice iPod with my pay check, his name is Melo and I love him real good.

Dum de doo...

2006-05-09T14:09:00.000-05:00

In contrast to my other blog, Into the Words, this blog will be less serious and purely about my daily activities and/or what irks me.
Enjoy.