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My words have rained down on pages and pages and they're still not good enough.
I love it, being corrected, being complimented but not flattered, being instructed, advised. There's nothing quite like it, especially when it's from someone who I hold in such high esteem. This is awesome, this feeling of self-fulfillment, of striving. I think I'll keep stripping my brain of every last syllable it possesses trying to be better and better. God, this rocks.
...now that I've gotten that out of the way...
Today, nothing of any particular note occured. For lunch, we went out to subway/D.Q. and ate lots of food, and then I went to comp sci, tried to work on my project for a bit, but eventually gave up and spent the rest of the class period being stupid with Chris and poking around on thinkgeek, jinx, and playing with rubix cubes.
After school, I went and waited around outside the band hall for Dave, but by the time I started getting flinchy and he hadn't showed up (4:30 ish) I went ahead and left. Apparently, Dave and I missed each other, because he was there until 4:40 ish, but whatever. We both got down to Target just fine, me a little early and him right on time. Begin orientation, in which there are eight participants or so.
Continuing onward. First thing we did was sit down and read and sign a lot of things. Then we watched a video. Then we read and signed more things. Then we watched more videos. Then we took a break after watching one particularly terrible video on harassment: "I'd like to try you on, if you know what I mean" (from customer to saleswoman). I detect horrible inside jokes ahoy from the direction of David.
We walked around Target for a little, and then went back in and finished up orientation with some more long videos on safety and whatnot. At the end, we signed a paper saying YO WE COMPLETED ORIENTATION, took a quiz-ish-thing, had a look around the office area, and then left. Filled up my car, came home, and you know what? Despite Kristy's rather vehement assertions that "Four points is so far away!" it really didn't take me very long to get home- it would have taken me much longer to get home from the mall, I'm sure. Even though it's a longer drive, everybody on 2222 goes so crazy fast that I'm down that whole massive stretch in five minutes, and from there it's just a hop, skip, and a jump up 360 to my house. Yay house.
So h00j on that.
No dance practice tomorrow. I'm going to get Eric again. Then after school, I'm going back for more orientation, then probably coming home for a bit, then going BACK up to school for LOL SUNDANCAH FOOTBALL BANQUET, then coming home again and most likely passing out. Saturday I'll probably chill with Eric... We're going down to see 37th street to see all the pretty lights. I'm really excited, because I've been wanting to do this for a long time. Yay!
Does anyone have anything relevant to say or something relevant that I should add to this entry or the next one I make? BTW I might start compiling all the stupid things I hear people say day to day (or say myself) and add some extra laughter to this otherwise bland journal.
Today has been a pretty good day.
P.S. It's cold outside.
I love it, being corrected, being complimented but not flattered, being instructed, advised. There's nothing quite like it, especially when it's from someone who I hold in such high esteem. This is awesome, this feeling of self-fulfillment, of striving. I think I'll keep stripping my brain of every last syllable it possesses trying to be better and better. God, this rocks.
...now that I've gotten that out of the way...
Today, nothing of any particular note occured. For lunch, we went out to subway/D.Q. and ate lots of food, and then I went to comp sci, tried to work on my project for a bit, but eventually gave up and spent the rest of the class period being stupid with Chris and poking around on thinkgeek, jinx, and playing with rubix cubes.
After school, I went and waited around outside the band hall for Dave, but by the time I started getting flinchy and he hadn't showed up (4:30 ish) I went ahead and left. Apparently, Dave and I missed each other, because he was there until 4:40 ish, but whatever. We both got down to Target just fine, me a little early and him right on time. Begin orientation, in which there are eight participants or so.
Continuing onward. First thing we did was sit down and read and sign a lot of things. Then we watched a video. Then we read and signed more things. Then we watched more videos. Then we took a break after watching one particularly terrible video on harassment: "I'd like to try you on, if you know what I mean" (from customer to saleswoman). I detect horrible inside jokes ahoy from the direction of David.
We walked around Target for a little, and then went back in and finished up orientation with some more long videos on safety and whatnot. At the end, we signed a paper saying YO WE COMPLETED ORIENTATION, took a quiz-ish-thing, had a look around the office area, and then left. Filled up my car, came home, and you know what? Despite Kristy's rather vehement assertions that "Four points is so far away!" it really didn't take me very long to get home- it would have taken me much longer to get home from the mall, I'm sure. Even though it's a longer drive, everybody on 2222 goes so crazy fast that I'm down that whole massive stretch in five minutes, and from there it's just a hop, skip, and a jump up 360 to my house. Yay house.
So h00j on that.
No dance practice tomorrow. I'm going to get Eric again. Then after school, I'm going back for more orientation, then probably coming home for a bit, then going BACK up to school for LOL SUNDANCAH FOOTBALL BANQUET, then coming home again and most likely passing out. Saturday I'll probably chill with Eric... We're going down to see 37th street to see all the pretty lights. I'm really excited, because I've been wanting to do this for a long time. Yay!
Does anyone have anything relevant to say or something relevant that I should add to this entry or the next one I make? BTW I might start compiling all the stupid things I hear people say day to day (or say myself) and add some extra laughter to this otherwise bland journal.
Today has been a pretty good day.
P.S. It's cold outside.