| Wasting Time |
[Dec. 17th, 2009|01:49 pm] |
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Oh Hulu and your many shows that I want to watch. But I need to study, Hulu. You aren't being fair. What's the meaning of putting up Fruits Basket? You know that is most definitely something I want to watch! Silly Hulu, foolish me. |
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| Well |
[Dec. 11th, 2009|12:39 pm] |
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I kinda got my job back at Holiday Market. When I had originally called, Nicole (the manager) said they had a lot of help but things could change. Later on that day she calls me and gives me the schedule of Christmas week.
Monday = 9-5
Tuesday = 2-9
Wednesday = 2-9
Thursday = 10-5
Sat = 10-6
Total = 37 hours
Pretty good and seeing as that is about all the work time I'm probably going to get I'm going to take it. However, my mother always gets huffy about such things and thinks that I can mold my schedule to my "needs" (Really hers). But, it's a job not a play date. I can't call and be like, "Oh yeah that day is great but if I could start at this time that would be better. Why? Oh, it just fits better." I suppose I could do something like that but I really don't want to. She also always gets indignant about it. I just don't understand. It's a job where I'm getting paid good money that I need. I'll take what I can get!
Then Nicole called again and left a message saying that I could work Saturday and Sunday (before Christmas week) as well. From 10-6. She said to call if there was a problem and if not just not call. Well, that part wasn't very clear but I'm not going to call which equals I can work? Yes. I think so.
That interferes with the Danz Christmas party. In my opinion that is a fantastic thing. I despise that party and I'm not too choked up about it. My mother wasn't pleased. But work=money=good=Eva can buy books for next semester!
Gahhh, my mother.
Unfortunately that very packed schedule makes buying Christmas presents a little difficult.
I shall manage with some late night shopping and creating.
Have I mentioned my new best friend? Why her name is Martha, Martha Stewart.
I'm tight with the ex-cons. |
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| Modern Chinese History |
[Dec. 10th, 2009|10:11 am] |
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| |  Ha, I wish I was worried! | ] |
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| | Blue Eyed Soul, Castledoor | ] |
I seem to have lost the ability to reason that if I haven't studied during the day I should stay up later and study then. But, apparently, I no longer think this way. I still went to bed at mine and Andrea's usual 12:00 a.m. Did I know the answers to those essay questions yet? Nope. Still able to go to bed though. I think the Dayquil permanently messed with my panic emotion. It's simply gone.
Ehhh, I think I will do fine on the final though. As long as that question about Deng's economic reforms isn't one of the essays. That would not go so well. I wish I hadn't missed those two classes. Maybe then I would actually know what his reforms were. I only have a vague idea and the book was not helpful at all.
Wish me good luck at approximately 1:00 p.m. today!
I dislike sleet and Alma college for thinking it's okay not to salt. IT IS NEVER OKAY NOT TO SALT! I lack any shoes with good traction. I also make sounds when I slip a little which does not promote friend making! More like whispers and side glances. |
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| Why snow? Why? |
[Dec. 9th, 2009|09:01 am] |
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| |  Numb, like my feet will be. | ] |
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| | Bad Romance, Lady GaGa | ] |
There has got to be about 4-6 inches of snow on the ground. To top that off more snow is suppose to accumulate. I lack boots and or shoes that go above my ankles that aren't cloth. The closest thing I have is a pair of rubber flats! Ohhh boots! Why have you forsaken me! |
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| Sick, Sick, Sick |
[Dec. 2nd, 2009|07:17 pm] |
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| | Angels, Within Temptation | ] |
I blame the cat. I don't care if modern science says a cold can not jump from a cat to a human. I am living proof that it can happen.
Why do I have to be sick now? I need to write a paper one that isn't going to write itself or one that will cut down the unnecessary and shine a beacon of light on the area that I should make marvelous. The email from my professor also didn't make this task any easier. I quote, "Your paper needs to have that as a background - but focused on a specific subtopic. BUT, recall, your topic is a subtopic of that overall theme." What? I can kinda wrangle out a meaning but really? My good sir, you are basically saying that I should include everything but at the same time stay on the topic of one particular item. Idiocy!
It also isn't helping that the mass amounts of Dayquil that I have been taking (which hasn't really been helping) has eliminated that fear factor. What is the fear factor you mentally wonder? It is that panic that is suppose to set in before a big paper is due. While I know it is not the final draft it is a draft that is going to be read by my "peers" and that is reason enough not to turn in garbage. I want the panic to set in so I can get something done but it isn't. In the words of Allison, "Pas Good." (Is that how you even spell it?)
I would also like to express my frustration over Nyquil. I shall address my issues in a mock letter.
Dear Nyquil,
Why have you failed me? I have always depended on you. When I needed a really good nights sleep you were there. Dependable. Always ready to knock me out and having me wake up refreshed. Have you stopped helping me because I may have abused your powers a few times? There's no reason to be so cruel. I need you now. Why this cruel game? Eva does not want to wake up every two hours with shooting pains in her throat because she can't breath through her nose. Also, no more of this I wake up at 8 a.m. feeling awake and can't get back to sleep. That's not how you are suppose to work. There is no refreshed feeling. I basically have to wake up at 8, wait an hour or so and then I can get back to sleep. Do you not want me to get better? I never thought you could be so vindictive.
~Seriously disappointed,
Eva Schneider
Bah. Yes, I could be writing my paper right now. Or I could be watching Anne of Green Gables.....
Motivation where have you gone?!
I hate being sick. Hate, hate, hate. |
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| It comes in threes. Or is that just in regards to deaths? |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|04:02 pm] |
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| | Flourescent Adolescent, Arctic Monkeys | ] |
I have two very distinct dumb things that I have done somewhat recently which makes me fear that I still have one more dumb action to do.
My first incident was to spill gasoline all over myself. And by all over myself I mean on my pants, shirt, fleece jacket thing, hands, and face. While I could take off the jacket I couldn't get rid of the shirt because I was at my Aunts about 30-45 minutes away from my house. So, I got to go coat shopping and huff gasoline at the same time! My mom and aunt also smoke so there was the danger element.
Second dumb act = I set off the dorm fire alarm. How? Well, I was drying my hair infront of the mirror and the heat sensor happens to be handily located right above the mirror. BaddaBingBaddaBoom the fire alarm started. Everyone in Bruske had to exit. At the time of the evacuation I didn't know for sure it was me but I had a sneaking suspicion. It was about 1:30 pm on a Saturday so people were still asleep/studying and no one was particularly happy. Only half of my hair was dry ontop of that! People were gripping and stuff about what stupid person set off the fire alarm and etc. Then the R.A. comes back and says they think it was someone from second floor north (my floor.) Extra worry at this point. Then these men come out of the door and ask who there was from 260 Bruske (my room). I meekly raised my hand and we had a little powow with everyone watching. The guys were nice about it they said it was most likely from the hair dryer (they had gone into the room! I'm shocked they didn't say anything else about the many other numerous fire hazards in the room.) I then had to turn to the small gathering people outside with me and apologize (I'm quite glad I wasn't on the side with a lot of people). No one was mean but it was obvious that in the their heads they were calling me stupid.
I can only wonder what the third event might be. |
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| Ohhh sleepiness, I don't believe you came naturally. |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|07:22 pm] |
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| | Veronica Mars | ] |
I had a slight headache so I decided to take some aspirin. My mom gave me a plastic baggy filled with various kinds of pain relievers and yes it is a bit shady. I took two medium sized white pills. A little while after I started to feel very relaxed and a slight dizziness when I got up to walk. Curious, I called my mom. I described the pills and apparently I took two vicodins. Whoops!
I feel extra chill.
Apparently, latter on I will feel some form of speed. Maybe I can get some homework done!
Yay for legitimate Veronica Mars watching!
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| Shocking |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|11:07 am] |
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| | Cursive Eye, I:Scintilla | ] |
I have devised a new way to get things done in a timely matter. I make a schedule for my day! I don't know why but those time restrictions I give myself have some sort of control over me. Instead of a regular to do list (which I usually shuffle around and maybe get most things done) the timed schedule makes me do what I actually need to do.
Read for political science? Already done.
Why? Because it was in the 10:30-11:35 time slot (I finished quite early).
I don't remember what I use to do in all my free time last year so now I read the assignments that I'm actually suppose to do as well as reading ahead. It's strange but fantabulous.
Since I have free time now I guess I can move on ahead and start packing to go home!
Should I be worried about what control a piece of paper with my own writing has over me? Nah.
Also! I'm going to London this upcoming May for the month! Yay springterm! |
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| Chillax |
[Sep. 22nd, 2009|07:32 pm] |
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| | Lollipop, Mika | ] |
Yesterday I was as tense as a wire but today I'm fine and dandy.
An outrageous quiz on thursday? Who cares. I have tomorrow to study.
I prefer this feeling over the crushing worry of yesterday.
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| I'm a sophomore in college. Really? |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|07:42 pm] |
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I'm annoyed at the moment because I got sucked back into neopets and I spun the wheel of Monotony and it's been over an hour and it is still spinning!
Yes, I do realize that is the point of the wheel.
My Schedule:
MWF
Intro to Political Science
9:30-10:20
(already a snooze-fest)
Latin
2:30-3:20
Taught by a man from Germany who is learning English.
TuTh
Stats
8:30-9:50
hahahaha dropped.
Reform and Search for Order
11:30-12:50
So much reading.
Modern China
1:00-2:20
Ohhh Bu.
Total = 20 credits - 1 dropped class = a nice 16 credits
I got an itunes gift card. Hello music.
I hear that all these letters are coming my way but I can't get any of them because switch is always closed! Aggravating.
My room looks straight into other people's rooms. Ohh how I have to constantly reign in my creeper nature.
I wish I had brought Monopoly with me.
I'm going home this upcoming weekend and I'm looking forward to it.
To get to my room i have to walk these halls and the one closet to my stairway always has the lights out and the rooms are being redone so it's all sketchy and such. I have also begun a new fad where I am hooked on the TV show Supernatural. Dark halls plus demonic TV show makes me a bit jumpy.
Walking down these halls I have come to realize my one shoe makes a slight squeak sound. I can't fathom how to stop it.
I've already had an awkward laundry room moment. Maybe if you're lucky and write me a letter I will tell you about it.
I think I broke my camera. So I just checked the website about what I should do and now it doesn't retract. But wait! Pushed the button again and it went in! My camera is fine! What a pointlessness tangent. Sorry!
My desk:
What I stare at for hours upon end each and every day.
The pink duct tape on the wall covers all the walls because the power outlets were put in the most inconvenient places ever.
I've rambled on enough.
Teen girl moment: GOSSIP GIRL IS ON TONIGHT!
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| I love angry faced cats and enjoy German boys that look like Harry Potter. |
[May. 31st, 2009|11:02 pm] |
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| | Ring of Fire, Joaquin Phoenix | ] |
I don't know how it happens to me but I ended up going with Mr. and Mrs. Symth along with their German boy to Mr. Pittman's (my old principal) retirement party. So odd. I sat next to Julie's aunt Carol and she is amazingly friendly but whenever I have to talk about myself and my life I get this intense headache where my eyes start to feel all achey and my mind feels like mush. I don't think talking about myself should make me feel so much intense head pain. Also at my table was my old Kindergarten teacher (currently Ian's kindergarten teacher) and this old couple who have 43 grandchildren, bought their house for $6,000, and the guy made $0.14 when he started working. They were cute and chatty. Not to mention decrepit and old but what can you do. I talked to Mrs. Eising (4th grade teacher now teaches 1st) and she was so cute and herself. She apologized and scolded herself for not remembering what I was studying in college and I assured her it was more than okay that she didn't remember. How adorable is it that she even cared? Oh St. Paul. Overall, it was a good party and they roasted him so there were laughs. This is for the old St. Paulers but Mr. Mahler was there and all I could think of was him trimming his mustache in class by chewing it with his teeth. ~Shudder~ He still has the mustache. Oh and Mrs. MClatchey (sp?) still has the black hole hairstyle but otherwise looks exactly the same. Exactly. The lutherans have something in their water that makes them look the same. For Forever. And Ever.
Mr. Pittman had glasses like Hyde from That 70s Show.
He even pronounced my name right. |
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| Huzzah |
[May. 21st, 2009|06:11 pm] |
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Guess who is going to have 38 hours on her next paycheck? That's right. Eva. |
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[May. 18th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
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I accidentally killed some of Andreas Hatchlings.
How does one apologize for killing inanimate pets? |
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| Paper flowers are a killer on the finger tips. |
[May. 8th, 2009|08:34 pm] |
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| | silence | ] |
Today at work a coworker (Cory) and myself had to reorganize some plastic containers and label things. This is actually one of the more stupid jobs I've ever done because tomorrow I'm pretty sure the manager is going to come in, call it all stupid and have the labels taken down but it took up time nonetheless. The high point of the job was while Cory was organizing I was playing with the label maker (it is amazing) and I made the coolest label ever.
Awkward Seahorse
It's crazy long and I need to figure out where to put it.
I also managed to poke several cream pies in their wippy toppings. If you go to Holiday Market don't buy the cream pies or the sliced cheesecake. I made those pieces jankity. The low point of my day would have to be when my foot slipped out of my shoe on the way up the cement stairs and I fell down and then while upstairs I dropped a package of boxes that weighed at least 25 pounds on my finger and then on my toes. Stupid boxes.
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| I enjoy sarcastic people but dislike those who cross the line into Doucheville. |
[May. 6th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
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| | The Travelling Song, will.i.am | ] |
I haven’t updated this thing in quite some time so it’s about time to do so.
First off, I’m done with my first year of college! Woo! Sadly, I feel no big feeling of accomplishment but that doesn’t particularly matter. I had a lot of stuff packed into my room but all hidden so I didn’t realize how much I had until I had to pack up. Thankfully I had six pairs of hands to help!
Putting back on the doors was difficult. (I had taken them off in the beginning of the year because they were hideous and horrible.) They were under my bed for the whole school year and the dust was . . . Intense. My poor allergies. I also managed to scrape one the doors in a pretty zigzagging line. But the R.A. never said anything. Success.
Grade wise I ended up with the grade point I wanted (also fulfilling my new years resolution.) I got a A/B in Math! Thank you Sipka for boosting my grade. Such a cute little man. What have I done since school has ended?
Not much. But the Boston trip went well! I drove on an Interstate! One time for three hours straight. Yay me! Boston is a hub for Asians and while I appreciate their abundance in the area there is something great about seeing a lone Asian in a sea of others. It makes them more special. Sorry Boston, but your population of Asians was a bit too concentrated for my tastes. Don’t worry, I know I’m horrible. Things that happened during the trip:
I pet a starfish and saw a Downs Syndrome Shark at the Aquarium.
I watched Allison get hanged. (Always a crowd pleaser.)
I saw Mackenzie break down because a woman with dead eyes wanted to show her, her dollies.
It became painfully obvious that I cannot tell left from right and that my problem is easily spread to others.
My personal space was severely encroached upon on the T.
I realized I’m friends with people who have very dominant personalities.
I’m not a fan of the sun.
I got crazy blisters on my pinky toe.
I said the phrase “Oh-tiddily-dokely” to a toll woman.
Allison, Mackenzie and I died on the inside when the toll cost over $12.00.
I pumped gas at one of the most rundown Speedways I’ve ever seen.
Ohio is the road kill state.
Mackenzie saw a road kill turkey and I saw a road kill turtle.
Construction is evil.
State laws that allow trucks to pass in the right lane are insane. Especially on a two way road. (Getting cut-off by a truck is frightening.)
A strange man waved at me from his car and I stupidly waved back. The situation went downhill from there.
Allison’s little car has a mind of its own as well as a Napoleon complex. However, that may be influenced by the people who drive him. (Allison made it a him.)
The trip was good.
I started work on Monday. 10-6. Most awkward shift ever. Ohhhh money what I do for you.
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| Where has the week gone? |
[Apr. 8th, 2009|10:22 pm] |
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| | Bhangra, Jazzy B | ] |
And why is my current least favorite day almost upon me?
I'm feeling much too apathetic for my own good. |
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| Bubble-wands = Fun |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|10:29 pm] |
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| | I Owe You a Love Song, Shiny Toy Guns | ] |
Gosh, I'm nineteen. |
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| Curses |
[Apr. 3rd, 2009|10:24 am] |
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| | All is Well, Glint | ] |
Darn you Sipka--you cute middle-age man--and your Shapley-Shubik problem on your test! No way was I going to do 6! (or 720 permutations) to get an answer! Ridiculous. Needless to say I most definitely got that one wrong but the work on the actual page. . . very interesting. Maybe he will be stunned by my knowledge of random equations that he will realize my inner math genius that refuses to conform to normal math standards. However, I feel like this is unlikely. Yay. Hopefully a B will at least come from that test.
My mother has informed me that there is a friendly kitty wandering around our house and apparently it likes to be cuddled. Guess who is going home this weekend and gets to cuddle said kitty? Eva! Ohhh, kitties how I love you.
She also added the daunting tidbit for me to "enjoy my last day being 18." Thanks mom. Don't I feel old and unaccomplished.
2 hours of literacy training to look forward to today. With an old woman who greatly reminds me of Mrs. Green my old AP Euro teacher. However, Mrs. Green was much more entertaining. I think I might try to finish Allyson's letter during this time.
GAH! Tomorrow I turn 19. |
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| General Announcement |
[Apr. 2nd, 2009|05:45 pm] |
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| | Little Sister, Queens of the Stone Age | ] |
2 DAYS!
(until my birthday)
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