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First shift making drinks:
25 Frappuccinos
+ 7 iced teas
+ 5 iced coffees
= record # of cold drinks for a first shift
Whoooot!
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[09 May 2005|07:54pm] |
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Last night, having been reminded that I actually have a livejournal, I decided maybe I should post something for old times sake. Or something along those lines.
I have a vague suspicion that my dad and paesanobri are the only people who ever look at this though...
Anyway, yes. This is the last semester at Quad C for which I'm thankful, and the beginning of a hunt for colleges, for which I'm not. Finals are this week, and I'm blew them off completely today by going to see "Sahara", eating chow mien, and basking with a book instead of studying for anything, which was splendidly nice. Obviously, I'm continuing in this vein for the rest of the evening if at all possible.
I'm still trying unsuccessfully to finish this book by Solzhenitsyn. It's not boring, I just can't seem to focus on any one thing very well lately... Yen and Clay have both suggested A.D.D., but I'm not buying it. Too many people have A.D.D. these days - it's epidemic and I'm sure there's some misdiagnosis going on. Like maybe - people have just always had a lot on their minds but no one took the trouble in the past to assign it a name and a medication? Skeptical.
Tomorrow is my second shift at Starbucks. This location averages 86 orders an hour in the mornings; should be lots of ______ (insert your own word). Last shift ended with me having drunk 12 cups of caffeine, leaving me shaking and hyper for about the rest of the night. Won't be doing that again if at all possible.
Updated now!
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| Just thinkin, and spinnin... |
[16 Sep 2004|05:46pm] |
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Wow, it's only been about a year and a half since I last wrote. At least. And I'm not really even writing now, except to comment on how long it's been since I did. Life's good, but Dad, you know that. =:) Do you know the most amazing thing? You can update these journals by RECORDING PHONE POSTS!!!! I must say, this is the age of technology.
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| I’m so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears |
[08 Jul 2004|10:25pm] |
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There's something I keep hearing. Something people keep feeling the need to tell me. I've heard it enough that it's something I consider when I'm making decisions now, but not something that I really know what to do with. They keep telling me that if I don't live life now, it'll be gone before I can. People say it in reference to all kinds of things, from trying something I think I probably won't like at Chili's (I was right) to far more important things, (I still don't know if I'm right at all). There are things I'm willing to die for, literally. They are the same things I live for. But sometimes it's awfully strange and not a little confusing, disorienting, and upsetting. I think it would be easier to flip a coin.
That's all. Now I've posted something, so all you people who read my journal and neglect to comment know I'm not dead... really I'm just trying to live, and not doing a great job of it.
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[28 Jun 2004|10:07pm] |
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My poor journal. It just seems to sit here and grow stale. Micah was over here the other day, and went to update his blog. He writes almost every day, not important things, unless you were in love with him. Just the little things of life: his hermit crab needs a new shell, and he was late getting off work. Maybe this is why Micah is such an excellent conversationalist... He talks about the trivial stuff.
I got out of school 15 minutes early today. When we took a break, only 6 of us returned from it. The prof commented "Is it really that bad?" Rhetorical, we all knew, yet every single one of us muttered "Yes" under our breath. She looked hurt and surprised, and dismissed the class. I felt badly for her, but not bad enough to protest leaving early.
So as I was leaving class, Akemi called and said not to come today. So, just like that, the day was free. I registered for my fall classes, math, biology, art history, and ceramics, and caught up on some much needed sleep. Since getting DSL in my room, it's been terribly difficult to go to bed on time.
Speaking of which, I'm going to bed. More later...possibly much later.
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| Bedmaking blues... |
[02 Jun 2004|05:53am] |
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This morning I opened my eyes, lay staring at the blank white ceiling, and tried to figure out where I was. This might be justified if I was waking in a local that was not my own bed, but unfortunately, I have to go through the process of recognizing my surroundings... every morning. So when I finally realized that I was waking up in the same bed that I've slept in for the past 9 months, I rolled over, and, having not yet familiarized myself to the width of said bed, fell onto the floor. I glanced around to make sure there were no stray spectators to witness my clumsiness, and began making the bed. Which brings up a nagging question: Why do we make our beds? Really? We buy colour coordinated sheets, blankets that will match, and throws to go on top of those. I even have an extra set of pillows to cover up my pillows that are shamefully lacking because they are only covered in pillow cases instead of shams. My bed looks like a makeover from HGTV. Yet, I don't generally usher my guests into my bedroom. No one goes in there, unless my uncle sneaks in to steal my pile of dirty laundry, or critique the cleanliness of my sheets. Still, I wake up and dutifully make my bed each morning, only to destroy it in the night. I don't think I sleep too violently, but somehow my bed always ends up looking like Donald Trump's comb-over after a tornado. So I fix it. But it does make me wonder, why do I keep bothering? So now you know what plagues my mind at...early in the morning.
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| Gigahertz and Gershwin... |
[22 May 2004|07:27am] |
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I'm sitting here wondering why I thought it would be interesting to have an lj in the first place if I wasn't planning on writing in it. I think the problem is that I don't usually write very much unless I'm quite upset about something. Then I wax philosophical, and it frightens people, which is something I tried to avoid doing to my friends. So, what shall I write about, seeing as there has been no recent tragedy in my life, thus robbing me of fodder for writing. Hmmmmm...
(Five minutes later) I just finished reading the recent obits on the web, hoping to become depressed enough to write a masterpiece, and I want to know why no one told me that Clara Bridges Purnell died?! Doesn't anyone care? I mean, someone who had such an influence on the world... Clara co-founded the Purnell Sausage Company, and died at the age of 102. Who says eating red meat will kill you...
That course of looking for inspiration was obviously unsuccessful. BTW, I am really very happy to have been directed to the site "ratemyprofessors.com" It's so helpful! Now I know which Biology prof is a standup comic, and which art instuctor is a fiendish bordom-monger. Which is good, which is very good.
I'm taking the Maymester right now (in case your wondering, now this is just going to be a "my life to this point" update...) Computer Essentials it required for graduation from this school. For any and all of you out there who are good with computers and understand what's going when your hard drive needs reformatting, you have my utmost admiration. I don't see how people differentiate, on a daily basis, between RAM, ROM, Bits, Bytes, Gigs, Megs, ASCII, UNICODE, CD-R, CD-RW, AC, DC, Types I, II, and III, and anything else that could be thrown onto that list. The classes are 4 hours, 5 days a week, not counting labs! It's pretty intense! We do have a good prof though...you can tell he's at least TRYING to make the class interesting, but even he seems to get tired after the 3rd hour. Oh well, yesterday, the 5th day, was midterms, so we're halfway through! I'll be surprised if I can pull an "A" on this though - Excel and Access labs are a pregnant female dog...
Last night I went to the Meyerson to hear Rhapsody in Blue with my mum. It was SOOOOOO fun! That is one of my favourite pieces of music. When I was little, we had a LP of Gershwin himself playing it, and Mum would turn it on for me. I would drag my dad's briefcase to the middle of the living room and jump up and down on it in time with the music... or, I did until the side of it caved in under my weight. (I was a strange, strange little kid, come to think of it.) Still, that memory has made the piece one of my favourites, and my mum and dad were so sweet to surprise me with tickets! We had a really nice time - in addition to playing the Rhapsody, they also played audience requests, including another favourite, William's theme to Schindler's List, and Remembrance. I learned to play the theme when I was taking violin, and I think it's one of the more moving melodies that I've heard. My playing didn't compare to the quality of the performance last night, though! It was so beautiful!
And today, I will be working labs, vacuuming, washing, and applying for jobs! More JOBS! If anyone who reads this in the Dallas/Plano area knows of a job opening anywhere (and yes, I'm picky - I probably need more than $30 a week), TELL ME!!!!
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| Just 'cause it's good writing... |
[17 May 2004|07:10am] |
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"Strange things can happen in a story told by an omniscient narrator. Small things happening on the other side of the globe are thrown in simply to add flavor or perspective. Backgrounds and settings get to be a bit overdone. Russians and Frenchmen are particular offenders. And Melville, when he gets to talking about whales. A man could easily set out to tell the tale of a bandit in the Blue Ridge mountains and instead write tome upon tome of the mountains' history, fictitious or real, and finally wrap up with what now, by comparison, seems a mere anecdote. Good writers venture far enough astray in the telling of their stories that the listener learns that there are stories everywhere that are simply being left by the way in pursuit of the main thread.
God is very bad at this. He does not know where to stop. He is worse than the worst of the Russians. Worse even than Hugo's sewers of Paris or Melville's whales. There are more tangents, unimportant details and complete sidetracks than in any other story imaginable. It is the problem of the Truly Omniscient Narrator. A writer with an infinite attention span..." - Nathan Wilson
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| Un mondo si apre intorno a noi... |
[10 May 2004|06:53am] |
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Yesterday I was driving home from a music festival, when a commercial came on the radio. This woman was thinking about how she needed to buy Coke when she went to the store. Over and over again, she said "Coke, you're just here for Coke." I was sitting there wondering, "Why does she keep talking about coke? When is she going to tell us WHAT KIND OF COKE she's getting?" Finally, at the end of the ad, I realized that she was actually buying Coca~Cola. Now I can see why people up in the NE call it "pop" and "soda." Even though those are quite possibly the most ridiculous sounding names :ever:, at least the people up there know what the drink commercials are referring to. This very weekend, in fact, my dad asked me to go buy him a coke. I walked all the way to the store before realizing that I didn't know what kind he wanted...
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[03 May 2004|07:30am] |
Ok, me too...
Slippers:: marbles
Hat:: hard
Hard:: wax
Free:: dove
Space:: white
Taste:: sour
Good charlotte:: spider's web
Red:: square
Deep:: water
Heart:: deer
Cord:: tie
Cheese:: hot
Rain:: bliss
Work:: sink
Pedal:: foot
Head:: brain
Bed:: dream
Fluff:: feather
Hardcore:: earth
Race:: jump
Knife:: steel
Jump:: fall
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[20 Apr 2004|07:47am] |
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I have not written here in so long... my apologies to anyone who is bored enough to be checking this on a frequent basis. I've just been busy with school and... well, if I was busy with a lot of other things I might be able to find a subject to write on. On Sunday I worked in the nursery at church, with my mum's 2 year old class. They were so cute! One of the smallest ones (he was about this :---------------: big!) wanted to go home with me. Until he saw his parents, of course. Wouldn't it be funny though, if instead of keeping cats, or dogs, we kept little kids? I don't know why that struck me as a strange idea, I mean, obviously it is a strange idea. I don't know why it struck me as an idea at all! Anyway, just thought I'd share as I'm having a difficult time coming up with anything more to say. If anything striking happens, I'll let you know.
(If you REALLY want to know the extent of the excitement in my life, here: last night I was sitting, watching a movie with my aunt and uncle and drinking out of my water bottle. I was completely not thinking about the fact that I had not screwed on the top, and turned the bottle upside-down, pouring water all over my lap and the chair. I don't think you ever entirely recover from being blonde...)
So yes, I need to find somewhere USEFUL to expend my energy, before my life becomes one big school centred, egocentric MESS... I'll get back to you on that.
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| Here, see this. |
[10 Apr 2004|05:40pm] |
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Just seeing if this works...
Oooh, ah, pretty cool...
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| Here! -------> X |
[24 Mar 2004|06:17am] |
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Some people seem to think that the journal entry that I finally posted was unsubstantial enough as to completely nullify its existence. And I would tend to agree were it not for the fact that I don't have tiiiiiime to write any more extensively. Unfortunately, the only times when I really feel like I have something worthwhile or even vaguely intelligent to say, are times when I have no time at all to write. So I talk and think, or sleep and think, or study and think, "Hey, I should stick this in my journal! It might be interesting. It might even just be long enough to count as an entry and pacify some people!" But I don't have time because I'm talking or sleeping or studying, so... So that was really long and pointless; now you know why I haven't written in a bit.
Oh, and I've decided I want to start a foundation for the reintroduction of Aurochs into the wild. I think everyone should experience a run in with a 6 foot tall...cow.
This is seriously going nowhere for the simple reason that I do have a moment to write, but because of the moment's mere existence, I have nothing of worth to say. So, you have your entry, fiendish reader, but it's completely vacuous! (note to self: also begin reintroduction of the word "fiendish" into mainstream academia...)
ps - If I read this later with regret, it'll disappear, but I'm running on 2 hours of sleep and enough coffee to wake up something really large and sleepy, so this is what happened.
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| An ode to the day... |
[18 Mar 2004|03:33pm] |
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Lying still outside
Watching bright clouds melt away
I slowly dissolve
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[10 Mar 2004|06:26am] |
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This is just an entry to say that in the near future, I will be posting a longer entry...
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[29 Feb 2004|06:31pm] |
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I feel like I ought to write something here. It's been a nice weekend - I just kinda lazed around and did not much. Well, yesterday and Friday I did. Today I never stopped running! On Friday night my little friend Paul died, so I went to his funeral today. Paul was born blind, deaf, dumb, and paralyzed. The doctors told his mom to abort him, but she wouldn't. I'm so glad that she didn't... He has been such a blessing and has had such an impact on my life. It seems like someone so limited would not amount to much, but everyone who ever "met" him came away with a different outlook on life. Paul had gorgeous bright blue eyes, lovely, thick red hair, and the sweetest smile. It was so touching to watch him. He would stare at the ceiling, or out a window, his eyes unseeing, yet I think he was watching the angels. He would stare and stare, and then he would smile enormously and laugh his soundless little giggle. I can't imagine what he was laughing at. How could he even know laughter? Yet, it is one of the most beautiful smiles I've ever seen. I used to help care for him on Sunday's while his parents were in church...
He acted like he had a cold on Friday morning, and by Friday night he was gone. His four short years were such a blessing though...
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| Ok, let's breathe into this asana... |
[23 Feb 2004|05:53pm] |
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It's been a while since I wroted here, and I feel a strange obligation to update now, even though no one really reads this (unless they are uber-bored and read all the entries on Brian's Friends page...). Anyway. This has been a very long week and even longer weekend. And I'm really worn out, even though it was lovely on many levels. I had a bunch of friends come in from Japan, and we had a party. Sayuri and Kenji and Ryosukei and Nagata-san were all there, and I hadn't realised how intensely I miss them until I was able to see them again. Seeing them, and hearing Japanese, and being reminded of everything that I loved from Japan made me so homesick. My parents hate it when I say that I am homesick for Japan, because it seems to indicate some infidelity to them. But it's not that... it's just that Japan was home, for a year, much the same way that Dallas was. So I don't know...it revived in me that craving for missions that is always a little startling. And I have a hard time believing that this is really a "calling" at times, because I am so weak myself. But God works through that. At least, last year He did.
I'm gonna have a conniption if people don't stop falling in love with me. What happened to those "crushes" I used to hear about? I remember people all the time used to talk about having a crush... Heck, people still talk about having a crush. Why can't people just have crushes on me!? Instead, guys talk to me for five minutes and decide they are in love and want to talk to my daddy about getting married!!! Now I ask you, wasssuuup with that? Strange, strange is life.
I've got a heapingish amount of homework to do, and I have no inspiration or motivation to do it! I've gotten into the worst habit of spending a lot of time on the less pressing subjects and putting off the torture of, say, chemistry (which I'm failing miserably in). Which only puts me into a deeper time debt with evil Dr. Brette, who has a deep seated, well concealed hatred for all his students. I'm just sure of it. Anyway, I ought to be studying, and instead I'm writing HERE!
I just got back from yoga. I want to do it all the time now... IT'S GOOD STUFF!
Yesterday or somewhere thereabouts, I almost ran over the neighbor's new dog. Almost is an understatement: I did run OVER the dog, but it did not die and was not injured. It was a funny white mop-dog, and her proud new owners were admiring her in the front yard as I drove past. My spiteful car decided to begin howling and screaming at that exact moment, and the dog's ears shot up and she dashed into the street, presumably to chase my car. Her "mother" immediately burst into tears...I didn't know that people were capable of producing tears so quickly, and she began screaming for me to stop. The husband dashed after the dog, so I was prevented from intentionally hitting the dog by his presence. I slammed on the breaks, but the dog was nowhere in sight. Finally the owner got up the nerve to look under my car. There the stupid floor-cleaner sat, trembling under the exhaust system. The woman let out another screech, this time one of joy, and clasped her baby to her bosom. I drove away in disgust...
So that's the news from Lake Wobegone...
ps - are we still on to critique declensions?
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I'm sleepy.
My tiny sister is 14.
Goodnight, moon...
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Happy Valentine's to you all!
(you know you're a loser when valentine's day means spending quality time with a bag of chocolate chips...)
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it's supposed to SNOOOOW today! actually, it already has snown (can you say snown? whatever, now you can...) in some places...we might not get any here because plano doesn't actually have normal weather systems. it's like that, um, thing, in s. korea. just not entirely right or normal. anyway - three inches! that's the forecast!
ok, i'm completely in a bang-my-head-against-the-wall mood. i think it's valentine's day - st. valentine DIED on st. valentine's day, so really, shouldn't it be a time of mourning and depression? hehe, i think so, so i'm celebrating as best i can, under the circumstances.
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my brother micah wrote a valentine's * * * *
poem when he was 5 for a woman who
was 70. he's always liked older
women... "roses are red
violets are blue
i'll love you til
you're a hundred and two"
she totally fell for him.
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its funny how when you get older you can suddenly talk to people about things that were completely taboo when you were little. not like sex or drugs (ok, maybe that wasn't taboo where you were a kid, but it was where i lived.) but it's just funny... like i started talking to an old friend the other day, and we both realized that there was some mutual liking going on when we were younger... but we never would have said that when we were that age. now it's just fodder for conversation. weird how life changes like that. *
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how the heck are you supposed to decide when you've
grown up? is there some magical birthday, (and if there
is someone had better freakin tell me!) then, question
of the age: how do you relate to your PARENTS???
ok, there, entry for the week. ciao everyone!
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