Tuesday, February 13, 2007
These are a few of my favorite things...
So I'm gonna make a list of my top 20 all-time favorite songs. (This is just a statement of intention. I'll get around to the actual list sometime this week.)
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
It's So Hard...
...to find a freakin' job. It feels like I've sent my resume to a billion places and gotten 0 replies. (OK, so its only 23 so far, but seriously it feels like a billion.)
So naturally, all this "sending and waiting and no response" funny business has caused me to wrack my brain about what could possibly be so horrible about me (on paper) that NO ONE wants to hire me, and I really don't know what the problem is. I did a lot of good stuff on my 3 co-ops!! So that leads me to think it's not me, it's them. Or perhaps it is just horrible timing in the job market, and therefore graduating early is giving me NO advantage whatsoever, and maybe it would have been better if I paid for an additional semester of school and took fun classes and graduated with everyone else. BLAH!
Who do I have to sleep with to get my first job? I'm sick of being at home, I'll do just about anybody if the job is decent. (kidding...sort of.)
Has anyone else listened to "Fergalicious" and wondered who gave the OK for them to spell out "tasty" as "t, to the a, to the s, t, e, y"....t-a-s-t-E(??)-y. That's not how you spell it, smartypants.
So naturally, all this "sending and waiting and no response" funny business has caused me to wrack my brain about what could possibly be so horrible about me (on paper) that NO ONE wants to hire me, and I really don't know what the problem is. I did a lot of good stuff on my 3 co-ops!! So that leads me to think it's not me, it's them. Or perhaps it is just horrible timing in the job market, and therefore graduating early is giving me NO advantage whatsoever, and maybe it would have been better if I paid for an additional semester of school and took fun classes and graduated with everyone else. BLAH!
Who do I have to sleep with to get my first job? I'm sick of being at home, I'll do just about anybody if the job is decent. (kidding...sort of.)
Has anyone else listened to "Fergalicious" and wondered who gave the OK for them to spell out "tasty" as "t, to the a, to the s, t, e, y"....t-a-s-t-E(??)-y. That's not how you spell it, smartypants.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
driven to distraction
When I drive by myself, I only put like 50% of my attention into driving and the other 50% zones out thinking about random stuff. Its really strange, like the second I buckle the driver's seatbelt I feel this wave of unconcentration wash over me. I mean, I'm a very safe driver even for only paying 50% attention, so that's good. But its so weird how I just space out as soon as I'm behind the wheel.
Today I zoned out on the way to the grocery store and got to thinking about how I always wonder how many undiscovered dead bodies are out there in the woods, never to be discovered (I know, I'm morbid, whatever) and I can't remember the exact thought-flow process but it ended with me thinking that I don't really know if the people who I think know me well really know me at all. Would all of my friends know that when we drive by the woods, I'm usually wondering how many dead bodies are hidden in it? I doubt it. I don't think my family even knows that. Do my friends all know that I'm scared of clowns/birds/spiders? I'm not sure. I don't think that some of my closest friends even realize that I'm left handed. Who knows that I can't handle the smell of popcorn, or that I hate nothing more than people chomping on their gum? I hope at least someone knows all this, and more.
So all this leads me to worrying that if my friends might not know these things about me, what don't I know about them? And does that make me an insensitive person for not picking up on their random intimate personality details? Or does that mean that both of us are normal for not picking up on the details? Or that we're both too wrapped up in ourselves? Or does it make me conceited to think that someone else would like me enough to want to pay attention to the random intimate details of my personality? (Sidenote: my poor fingers can't type as fast as my brain can think, if they could, this post would be 7 times longer.)
Sometimes I want a guy brain. They don't think as fast and hard about random things as this girl's brain does. No wonder why I'm tired a lot, my brain is tired from thinking about so much, so quickly, so intensely. God, I can't wait to get a job so I can stop having so much free time to just sit and think!
In other news, tonight I made the best pot of hot spicy chili EVER and I'm actually excited to eat it while watching the Superbowl tomorrow. I used to hate football...now its not so bad. My how I've changed.
And I'm starting to like having black hair (after intensely hating it for 3 weeks) which is semi-funny because now it's starting to noticeably grow out. Maybe I'll wait a while to dye it back to brown and rock the "trashy roots" look for a few weeks. Kidding.
Today I zoned out on the way to the grocery store and got to thinking about how I always wonder how many undiscovered dead bodies are out there in the woods, never to be discovered (I know, I'm morbid, whatever) and I can't remember the exact thought-flow process but it ended with me thinking that I don't really know if the people who I think know me well really know me at all. Would all of my friends know that when we drive by the woods, I'm usually wondering how many dead bodies are hidden in it? I doubt it. I don't think my family even knows that. Do my friends all know that I'm scared of clowns/birds/spiders? I'm not sure. I don't think that some of my closest friends even realize that I'm left handed. Who knows that I can't handle the smell of popcorn, or that I hate nothing more than people chomping on their gum? I hope at least someone knows all this, and more.
So all this leads me to worrying that if my friends might not know these things about me, what don't I know about them? And does that make me an insensitive person for not picking up on their random intimate personality details? Or does that mean that both of us are normal for not picking up on the details? Or that we're both too wrapped up in ourselves? Or does it make me conceited to think that someone else would like me enough to want to pay attention to the random intimate details of my personality? (Sidenote: my poor fingers can't type as fast as my brain can think, if they could, this post would be 7 times longer.)
Sometimes I want a guy brain. They don't think as fast and hard about random things as this girl's brain does. No wonder why I'm tired a lot, my brain is tired from thinking about so much, so quickly, so intensely. God, I can't wait to get a job so I can stop having so much free time to just sit and think!
In other news, tonight I made the best pot of hot spicy chili EVER and I'm actually excited to eat it while watching the Superbowl tomorrow. I used to hate football...now its not so bad. My how I've changed.
And I'm starting to like having black hair (after intensely hating it for 3 weeks) which is semi-funny because now it's starting to noticeably grow out. Maybe I'll wait a while to dye it back to brown and rock the "trashy roots" look for a few weeks. Kidding.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
All The Pain Money Can Buy
Today (on a whim) I bought these crazy things online after seeing an advertisement in one of the sketchy back pages of Cosmo (in between the phone sex hotline and adult toy superstore ads). After using the special $15 discount code from the ad, the total for my YogaToes came to $41.99 (including shipping). Once I get them and put them to use, I'll definitely give a full product critique.
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