oh my darlin'

:: 2009 19 June :: 10.20pm

Getting married in the morning...... Sweet niblets!

m&ms487

:: 2008 12 April :: 8.23am

Idea for graduate admission paper: Analyze three or four contemporary American novels (1980 to present) cataloging the decline and/or transformation of religion in the American population. Contemporary cultural criticism; additional information found from research polls and other cultural articles related to thesis.

So exciting!

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spud

:: 2009 11 June :: 4.33pm
:: Music: rain

life
my diploma and transcripts finally came in the mail today.

i only made the dean's list 3 semesters out of 8. but i graduated from both the college of liberal arts and sciences and the honors college in good standing, fulfilled all the requirements for the film and video major, and finished with 121 credits and a 3.364 GPA.

which means, basically, that i spent the last 4 years of my life spending thousands of dollars and hours upon hours on 4 sheets of paper telling me ... what?

that i still have to shovel dirt for a living, and not even manage to scrape by without a lot of financial support from friends and family? funny though, the papers don't say anything about that part. They honestly paint what, to the untrained eye, would be a picture of a successful young man with a bright future and a world of opportunities. when in actuality he is just a loser with no real job, a fair amount of debt, not a lot of excitement, and way too many nights - and days - stuck at home to sit and think. that's a very dangerous place to put a mind like mine. it rarely goes happy places. honestly, the only way my brain seems to be able to keep itself happy is when it has plenty of distractions, and people to entertain. otherwise, it just turns dark.

then again, maybe i just feel dark because it's all rainy and miserable outside. i wish it would just fucking storm. that would be a lot more exciting than this drizzly crap.

chelthesmell

:: 2009 10 June :: 12.57pm
:: Mood: bummed & Broke...

I need a new computer...=(

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clementine

:: 2009 5 June :: 3.14am

I'm 4. And I'm beautiful.

:: 2009 4 June :: 8.10pm

Okay, kids.

I have a question/request.

My deodorant just isn't cutting it anymore.

Apparently I sweat when I'm hot now? This never used to happen. I am obviously out of my element.

So what do you guys use? Guys meaning GIRLS. Because I tried using Nick's and it doesn't work. Unless you have asexual deodorant.

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:: 2009 1 June :: 6.19pm

sooo... i need a new job. can anyone help?

:: 2009 30 May :: 11.57pm

so.

At NewJob this week, we actually had to do some work. We had to call up hotels and supply them with credit card info for some guests. The reasoning is really boring and lame. Of course, we got assigned hotels that speak our language.

Ug ug.

So I call up a hotel and the guy has no idea what I'm getting at. He cannot understand my French. (It was pretty terrible. My first call, haven't spoken French in ages, super nervous etc.) Anyway, he can't find the reservation and puts me on hold for long enough that I begin to think he's trying to get rid of me. He comes back finally and I tell him I have the reservation number if he wants to look it up by that. Sure, he says, let's try that.

I read the number (which of course has to be nine numbers long, three sets of three. It can't just be three numbers.) and he repeats it back to me. "Cent vingt neuf. Trois cent quarante cinq..." He can't understand quarante of all numbers. Okay, "un deux neuf. Trois quatre cinq." He's with me so far. Thank goodness. This isn't that bad after all! "Un six neuf." He repeats it back to me: "un huit neuf."

Oh no. Please don't do this to me. I know my French sucks but SIX (6) sounds nothing like HUIT (8).

Kids, six sounds like "cease." It is nowhere near huit which sounds like "wheat". It had to have been a phone problem because I was clearly saying CEASE. NOT WHEAT.

"Pas huit...six."

"Huit."

"Six."

"Huit. Un huit neuf."

"SIX! SIX!"

"Huit."

Sure whatever. Huit. I don't care anymore. He's never going to find the person anyway.

So he can't find the reservation and finally we both give up. He says he found it and has the credit card number and I can't/don't want to fight with him.

I au revoir him and move on.

Next guy I call up can't understand me either. He switches to English. And I'm all, whatever, I love English. It's my native language. So I get it done in English and call the next one.

Who also switches to English.

Then I call the next one. Who ends up getting upset that I said his fax machine wasn't working. I am sorry but it wasn't. He also switches to English but doesn't speak good English so we're doing a half and half thing and he calms down. He flirts with me and invites me to Corsica because the weather is wonderful. Everything ends up going well and he finds everything and I'm done. I remember to get his name: Philippe.

The moral of the story: my French is terrible.

Then last week, I end up fighting with Hope girl because I hate French people and French and she's all why'd you apply for the job then and I'm all for the thousandth time, they found me. And it turns out she's dating a French guy and gets all defensive and it's awful. Oh and she's one of those uptight controlling people. And I'm the exact opposite. You know me, I'm completely chill. It's not going to kill me so I don't care.

Anyway things are crazy. I wouldn't be able to survive it if my class and my trainers weren't so awesome.
Read more..

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:: 2009 30 May :: 9.53pm

people are fucking pissing me off. i am being fucking taken advantage of and can't say anyting because i dont have a backbone and am so stressed everyday there that i am brought to tears because i know she is taking advantage of me. sucks ass. people are stupid..

its shitty.

:: 2009 28 May :: 11.17pm

oh to the em gee
This work week has been hilarious.

More details tomorrow. I should be in bed.

:: 2009 18 May :: 6.13pm

For the first time in my life I can't sleep. This never happens. Like, you don't understand- I normally can sleep WHENEVER , wherever for how ever long I wish. Like when I'm bored, I just sleep sometimes. I have never hjad this problem but for some reason I am sooo tired but I can not sleep. I got about an hour last nite and trying to nap since I left work and I can't. On top of it all, I am really sick and feel like total crap so I really need the sleep. Ugh this really sucks and I look like a zombie. Wtf?

:: 2009 16 May :: 7.35pm

Okay.

First week of NewJob went okay. It actually was a whole lot better by week's end. I am going to have to get over this not liking to speak French thing since that's my job now. Sigh etc.

I have a stupid NewJob story that happened on Wednesday and I wrote on Wednesday:

Today [Wednesday], we had a trainer come in and teach us Google Earth [which I TOTALLY already know and used when it first came out]. Before we started, he went around the room and asked our names and for us to say something in our language. He was French African.

Please tell me you are feeling the same thing I was: DREAD. PANIC. DREAD.

So we go around the room and everyone is saying five bajillion sentences and the other two French people have great accents and each have two paragraphs prepared already.

So he gets to me and all I can think to say is "ta mère est un pamplemousse." I can't call his mother a grapefruit! Who knows what connotation that has! I am probably calling her a whore or something.

What do I do? What do I do? OH! MAKE A JOKE! People love jokes! They will be so busy laughing that they won't notice that you say "Bone-jewurrr y'all"! Make a joke, Rachel.

Do I say my name in French or English? What did the Hope girl say? KAH-Rhen? Okay, so French.

"Je m'appelle Rachelle et je ne parle pas français."

Everyone is staring at me. Why are they staring? Did I miss an article? "Parlez-vous anglais?" No. No article needed. I said the "ne" but they can forgive that, I was nervous, I had to prepare a simple sentence. THIS IS A JOKE. I just said "I don't speak French" in French! Ha ha. Laugh already. No one is laughing. Okay.

"Ceci n'est pas une pipe...?"

Did they get it? Okay. He got it. And I got a little laugh. Ugh. Do these people have no sense of humor? Hope girl is staring at me. I'm not even looking at British guy. Heaven forbid he judge me. He's British. We left them for a reason. And Hope girl liked France. Screw them.

Reasoning doesn't stop the embarrassment. I can feel myself turning red. I am warm, it's warm in here. Ugh. I am a retard. Why did I think this job would be okay? I can no longer get away with the fact that I don't speak French.

I told them up front. I told them it was terrible! It's not my fault!

During break, I am furiously checking the internet as I have chosen sleep over Google Reader for the past week and have 97 unread items. I AM STARING AT THE SCREEN AND NOT WELCOMING CONTACT.

Hope girl turns around. TURN BACK AROUND, GIRL. DO NOT WANT YOUR HUMORLESS FACE LOOKING AT ME. AM ON THE INTERNETS.

"Bonjour, Rachelle."

Cut her off, cut her off! There's no way I'm speaking French to her and letting her judge me. I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND. I hate France! I hate French! I just told you I don't speak French.

"Oh, no. I cannot think to speak French today." Still staring at my 97 Google Reader items. Must label all interesting things.

"Oh. I was just... I was wondering why you said you didn't speak French."

I looked over at her. Oh, God. She is looking at me with pity and concern. Cut it off quick! No friends! No pity! No French!

"It was A JOKE."

"Oh." She turns back around quickly. The conversation is over.

Was I just a bitch to her? I think I was just a bitch. Whatever. She's not talking to me.

Ugh. Why don't these people get jokes?

At least they are all nice.

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m&ms487

:: 2009 14 May :: 12.56pm

http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Troy/5187/gre.html

:: 2009 13 May :: 9.35pm

I don't like being a grownup. It is not fun. Ugh.

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:: 2009 9 May :: 10.15pm

sooooooooooooooooo booooooorrrreeeeed.

:: 2009 7 May :: 11.49pm

I am done with college, kids.

On Saturday, I will graduate as a BA with a BA!

Drinks, guys? Friday or Saturday night would be best. Let me know. Let's party like it's 2009!

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:: 2009 4 May :: 9.40pm

I am doing my final French translation project (Due tomorrow although it has been in my possession for...over a month. I lost it for a while and was afraid I'd have to get another copy.) and my professor gave us the weirdest things to translate.

For some reason, he gave us all old articles about the dangers of these newfangled things called...wait for it...COMPUTERS. Mine is an article from May 1991 about keeping medical records (dramatic pause) ON COMPUTERS (gasp, faint in terror etc.).

My favorite part so far?

No, it's not the part about keeping our precious family history on terribly not safe things called computers.

No, it's not the part where they talk about this whole process being a conspiracy between pharmaceutical labs and an early Apple company called NeXT (who really is only in it because the technology is available and they want to be ahead of the game).

No, my favorite part is where the author rambles on about the things that are going to be transmitted from computer to computer. Things like...photos! And...X-Rays! And...EKGs! And...notes they took when we came into the doctor's office and we talked to the doctor! His biggest fear? The fear that closes the second paragraph? He fears that while computers are in black and white now, someday they may be in color. And they will be capable of transmitting all sorts of documents like calculations performed in spreadsheets that will be able to make 3D plans!

It's great fun but this article is really way too long. Yeah final project blah blah but I'd rather be done with this already. Stupid homework.

Never again after Saturday, kids! NEVER AGAIN!

I love you all.

:: 2009 1 May :: 5.52pm

so today roxy got into my purse which had a chocolate bar in it from last night when we went to the movies and i bought one! it was opened cuz i didn't finish it and i was hanging up clothes in my room when i came out she was chowing down on the chocolate. I went to take it from her and she about bit my hand off and started growling I had to basicallty throw her across the dang room to get it away from her. but all in all she probably ate a total of an ounce or so but so i call the vet and they tell me that even though that's not much, it could be lethal to her beacuse she is so small (only 6.2 lbs. - shes a chihuahua) and so i freak out and they tell me i have to go buy hydrogen peroxide to induce vomitting. so i'm like bawling my eyes out thinking WHAT IF she dies and i rush to the dollar store and buy some and then i have to do soemthing i wish i never had to do and seriously pour this "poison" down her throat-- okay i know it's not poison but who wants to give hydrogen peroxide to their baby and MAKE them vomit???? so i had to lock her and i in the kitchen and Paris, my other dog, is just looking at us like what the heck is going on? and i'm just sitting there waiting for her to get sick and crying my eyes out saying "I'm so sorry baby i'm so sorry" she finally starts vomitting after about 4 minutes of just being unsuspecting and looking at me like "why did you give me that gross stuff mommy?" and then all of sudden its like oh yeah because you're trying to kill me!!! and she starts puking all in all like 5 times! and she is so tiny so its so hard to watch her walking around wondering why she's throwing up... wondering what is going on whats happening to her... shes probably did not understand at all because shes i think puked maybe once before and hardly at all. and this puking was a LOT for this tiny little creature. but luckily she barfed it pretty much all up but then i called the vet to see what to do next cuz i was still really worried and she told me to keep on eye on her (obviously) and her heartrate so then i'm sitting there trying to count her heart beats per mminute which is hard when its hard to even feel it and then she keeps moving and so i just let her sleep and then a few minutes later i pick her up and it seems like her heart is beating so fast which there was no reason for that since she was sleeping and so then i start to worry again and this whole time i've been googling on the situation and so that is panicking me even more and so i call the animal hospital by my hosue and ask if i can just bring her in and they say yes and long story short they said shes fine just keep an eye on her and i have to give her special bland food- and not feed her til late tonight cuz she needs to make sure all the chocholoate is out so thats pretty much it but ughghghg my baby i'm just glad shes ok!

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