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There's one thing about me that i'm very fond and proud of: I'm calm. Yes, I can get uber perky and hyper, I'll let things irritate me probably more than they should at times, i am utterly
this is one of those days where everythings fine and dandy, but all i really want to do is run home, take a shower, and hang out, hopefully with tim as wed planned. of course, as fate would have it, todays been utterly insane at work and my mum might have to stay here late neurotic and the weirdest things can induce passion from me, but as a whole I'm definitely a calm person in the face of most things. I wouldn't so much as dare to call myself pragmatic, but hey, we all have our faults and i actually prefer being random and stupidly ambitious
LATER:
I'm too bloody tired to be writing this, but today was another absurd day that i need to write about so that i can start the long process of sifting through my thoughts
so here it goes, the nice string of events, more or less in order
First of all, i've barely slept in 3 days. last night was another day of sleep deprivation, where no matter how tired or alert i was i simply could not let myself sleep
SO! fall asleep late after seeking solace and logic in a box of Special K at 1 in the morning. wake up late, meaning i couldnt take a shower and i looked extraordarily unkempt compared to how i normally strive to look at work. ragged jeans and a sweatshirt, hair pulled back in a pony tail, and my eye still hasnt healed neough for me to feel comfortable wearing contracts. oh, for the record: theres a giant black hole in my eyelid. joy
to top of my attempts at waking up, which were failing horrifically, a quick glance at my cellphone (this was a little after 8, and i was supposed to leave around 8:20, 8:30ish) i saw that i had a text waiting for me. that text did indeed turn out to be from the worst pesron it could have been from saying the thing i wanted to hear the least. thsoe stupid 3 little worst. i ended up lying in bed for another 25 minutes unable to really move
so yeah, wake up late. get to work. down coffee. realize i dont think im capable anymore of drinking plain old black coffee like i used to, and may have accidentally become dependent on those stupid fake sugar packets. oh saddness!!!
find one of the office mugs in the small conference room whose bottom was literally petrified coffee. I dont want to know how long itd been sitting there with no one bothering to clean it up. as the remedial student helper, its my job to clean up this stuff. i had to soak it twice in boiling water to get the stuff tos tart coming off the bottom of the cup
i got the job with the bookstore!!!!! i start training next friday =D
at one point i was supposed to be copying cases for some huge crisis going that two fo the lawyers and one of the staff memebers had been scrambling over for two days, and then the boss calls and has me running all over the office trying to manipulate phones to get across some message for him, and then i get the petrified coffee, now combined with water, spilled down the front of my sweatshirt. that was fun.
got bitched oh by some lady on the phone because she called the wrong number to get a hold of my boss.
drew called. i couldnt answer it. partially this was because id already answered the phone earlier that day while on the clock when the bookstore was calling me back about my interview yesterday, and i figured itd be seriously pressing my luck to answer it again. and partially, i couldnt bring myself to. i just couldnt, it hurts too fucking badly at this point and im sick of the complications in my otherwise stable and sturdy life
leave early immediately after being bitched out (*fumes*) and travel to the east side to watch the oregon ballet theatre during one of their rehersals. there are few things more beautiful in the entire world than russian ballet dances and Alexis. beautiful, flat out beautiful. perfect hair, perfect face, PERFECT body. and straight, whod have thought!!! but his girlfriends a dancer, currently on tour in Germany. poo.
watched their rehersal for an hour, accompanied by one of the theatres board members i think.....? my moms their lawyer, this is how i lucked into this
got to have champaign and meet a few of the dancers my mom got into the country, including one of the most beautiful and by FAR the skinniest woman ive ever met (Ansa) who moves like she has no bones. Along with her was Yuko, also from Japan, Paul from Canada (quebec i think) who dated Fabreece(s/p), a GOOOOORGEOUS french dancer that my mom got in when i was a child, but who also had an INPECCABLE body (my mum still has a poster the OBT put out with him doing a move in just dance shoes and underwear. theres an amusing story involving that poster and a romanian priest...), and Alexis, who is simply breath taking and wonderfully sweet. And there i was, sipping champaign with world class dancers (literally), casually discussing random things mostly revolving around the places theyd worked (vienna, jappan, the list goes on endlessly) and feeling incredibly frumpy and unkempt compared to these graceful beauties
drove my mum home, who after a glass and a half of champaign from these little plastic cups was drunk. no WONDER i have dangerously little alcohol tolerance
shower quickly
talk about jeopardy with jamey
hang out with tim, including godfathers and The Insider, which is an ok idea but stupidly slow moving movie
find people form OSU i hadnt seen all summer to take Tim home, end up talking to them for a while and realizing that my roommates for this next year are all insane. i will lose it before the years up.
sign away yet another nights worth of sleep trying to help out a friend
and im off to curl up and wait for the inevitable phone call of said friend. toodles
and i just want to reiterate once more: I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! w00t! yay =)
this is one of those days where everythings fine and dandy, but all i really want to do is run home, take a shower, and hang out, hopefully with tim as wed planned. of course, as fate would have it, todays been utterly insane at work and my mum might have to stay here late neurotic and the weirdest things can induce passion from me, but as a whole I'm definitely a calm person in the face of most things. I wouldn't so much as dare to call myself pragmatic, but hey, we all have our faults and i actually prefer being random and stupidly ambitious
LATER:
I'm too bloody tired to be writing this, but today was another absurd day that i need to write about so that i can start the long process of sifting through my thoughts
so here it goes, the nice string of events, more or less in order
First of all, i've barely slept in 3 days. last night was another day of sleep deprivation, where no matter how tired or alert i was i simply could not let myself sleep
SO! fall asleep late after seeking solace and logic in a box of Special K at 1 in the morning. wake up late, meaning i couldnt take a shower and i looked extraordarily unkempt compared to how i normally strive to look at work. ragged jeans and a sweatshirt, hair pulled back in a pony tail, and my eye still hasnt healed neough for me to feel comfortable wearing contracts. oh, for the record: theres a giant black hole in my eyelid. joy
to top of my attempts at waking up, which were failing horrifically, a quick glance at my cellphone (this was a little after 8, and i was supposed to leave around 8:20, 8:30ish) i saw that i had a text waiting for me. that text did indeed turn out to be from the worst pesron it could have been from saying the thing i wanted to hear the least. thsoe stupid 3 little worst. i ended up lying in bed for another 25 minutes unable to really move
so yeah, wake up late. get to work. down coffee. realize i dont think im capable anymore of drinking plain old black coffee like i used to, and may have accidentally become dependent on those stupid fake sugar packets. oh saddness!!!
find one of the office mugs in the small conference room whose bottom was literally petrified coffee. I dont want to know how long itd been sitting there with no one bothering to clean it up. as the remedial student helper, its my job to clean up this stuff. i had to soak it twice in boiling water to get the stuff tos tart coming off the bottom of the cup
i got the job with the bookstore!!!!! i start training next friday =D
at one point i was supposed to be copying cases for some huge crisis going that two fo the lawyers and one of the staff memebers had been scrambling over for two days, and then the boss calls and has me running all over the office trying to manipulate phones to get across some message for him, and then i get the petrified coffee, now combined with water, spilled down the front of my sweatshirt. that was fun.
got bitched oh by some lady on the phone because she called the wrong number to get a hold of my boss.
drew called. i couldnt answer it. partially this was because id already answered the phone earlier that day while on the clock when the bookstore was calling me back about my interview yesterday, and i figured itd be seriously pressing my luck to answer it again. and partially, i couldnt bring myself to. i just couldnt, it hurts too fucking badly at this point and im sick of the complications in my otherwise stable and sturdy life
leave early immediately after being bitched out (*fumes*) and travel to the east side to watch the oregon ballet theatre during one of their rehersals. there are few things more beautiful in the entire world than russian ballet dances and Alexis. beautiful, flat out beautiful. perfect hair, perfect face, PERFECT body. and straight, whod have thought!!! but his girlfriends a dancer, currently on tour in Germany. poo.
watched their rehersal for an hour, accompanied by one of the theatres board members i think.....? my moms their lawyer, this is how i lucked into this
got to have champaign and meet a few of the dancers my mom got into the country, including one of the most beautiful and by FAR the skinniest woman ive ever met (Ansa) who moves like she has no bones. Along with her was Yuko, also from Japan, Paul from Canada (quebec i think) who dated Fabreece(s/p), a GOOOOORGEOUS french dancer that my mom got in when i was a child, but who also had an INPECCABLE body (my mum still has a poster the OBT put out with him doing a move in just dance shoes and underwear. theres an amusing story involving that poster and a romanian priest...), and Alexis, who is simply breath taking and wonderfully sweet. And there i was, sipping champaign with world class dancers (literally), casually discussing random things mostly revolving around the places theyd worked (vienna, jappan, the list goes on endlessly) and feeling incredibly frumpy and unkempt compared to these graceful beauties
drove my mum home, who after a glass and a half of champaign from these little plastic cups was drunk. no WONDER i have dangerously little alcohol tolerance
shower quickly
talk about jeopardy with jamey
hang out with tim, including godfathers and The Insider, which is an ok idea but stupidly slow moving movie
find people form OSU i hadnt seen all summer to take Tim home, end up talking to them for a while and realizing that my roommates for this next year are all insane. i will lose it before the years up.
sign away yet another nights worth of sleep trying to help out a friend
and im off to curl up and wait for the inevitable phone call of said friend. toodles
and i just want to reiterate once more: I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! w00t! yay =)