I just ate a peanut butter sandwich for lunch. It has been the most glorious moment of my day thus far because, instead of using the same wheat bread which I have been eating ever since they told us that white bread is the food of the devil, I threw caution to the wind and made my sandwich with two pieces of the delicious devil bread toasted to perfection. For those of you who don't use toast for their pb sandwiches, you don't know what you're missing. See, when you spread the peanut butter on the toast straight out of the toaster, the peanut butter becomes all warm and melty and tasty tasty taaasty....
Well, anyway, the sandwich did nothing but fuel my hunger even further and now I am fighting the urge to drive to the nearby McDonald's to purchase some evil-in-the-sense-that-it-tickles-your-taste-buds-while-slowly-killing-you-on-the-inside fast food. I mean, when you're on a tight budget, what can beat spending a measly $2 (plus tax. ugh.) for a double cheeseburger and medium fries? CURSE YOU, MCDONALD'S AND THE DAMNED INEXPENSIVE CONVENIENCE OF YOUR DOLLAR MENU!!!! Anyway, I really really shouldn't because I went there for lunch yesterday. And having that type of food two days in a row just can't be good for your innards.
Ugh, I could cook up some bacon, toast (Mmmmmm....white bread toast!!! Again!!!!) and eggs (because that is pretty literally the entire contents of the kitchen right now...), but as I explained to Sarah P. just moments ago, I hate making bacon and then smelling like bacon for the rest of the day. Although, as most of you know, I do have quite an unhealthy (or is it really that unhealthy?) obsession with showering, so that would provide me with an excuse to cleanse myself for the second time today.....
9.29.2005
9.28.2005
So close I can taste it....
Submitted my application to work at the Hilton Starbucks downtown this morning. Actually, I went in there yesterday and spoke to Neil, the guy working there, who gave me the heads up that the manager was going to be in this morning and that I should hand my application in then so she can meet me in person. So I met the manager today who seemed really excited about the prospect of me working there. Mainly because I told her I would be willing to work any shift .... even the one that starts at 5:30 in the f*ing morning (I didn't phrase it quite that way, of course). Anyway, she said the hiring process at that Starbucks is through the Hilton, so I have to wait for their HR department to look it over. Hopefully they won't get freaked out by the fact that I have a Masters degree (like all the other damned places I've applied at....) and I can start working soon. I am pretty hopeful about getting this job for a few reasons:
1) At the end of the application, there was a space for me to write any other comments and so I took the opportunity to explain there that, yes, while I do have a graduate college degree (No, despite any previous plans to just leave out the fact that I have a Masters in hopes of getting hired more easily, I just couldn't get myself to do it. It took quite a bit of work to get that f*ing diploma and I'll be damned if I have to hide it!!! ....Maybe after a couple more rejections...) , I am still living the existence of a poor, decrepit clarinetist and would really appreciate the opportunity to work there. Also, I am a hard worker/employee and can have a good personality if I have to (especially if I'm getting paid to have one...haha).
2) I have flexible hours. Very flexible hours.
3) This Neil character was flirting shamelessly (and none-too-subtly, I might add) while I was chatting him up about the job. In addition to the free chai latte I scored, I am hoping that he will put a good word in for me with the manager as well. (Have I mentioned how effective being desperate for a job is at completely obliterating any semblance of one's previously well-intact dignity?)
So, we'll see how this particular job prospect pans out. ......They better hire me!!! AAAUUGGHHH!!!!!!
1) At the end of the application, there was a space for me to write any other comments and so I took the opportunity to explain there that, yes, while I do have a graduate college degree (No, despite any previous plans to just leave out the fact that I have a Masters in hopes of getting hired more easily, I just couldn't get myself to do it. It took quite a bit of work to get that f*ing diploma and I'll be damned if I have to hide it!!! ....Maybe after a couple more rejections...) , I am still living the existence of a poor, decrepit clarinetist and would really appreciate the opportunity to work there. Also, I am a hard worker/employee and can have a good personality if I have to (especially if I'm getting paid to have one...haha).
2) I have flexible hours. Very flexible hours.
3) This Neil character was flirting shamelessly (and none-too-subtly, I might add) while I was chatting him up about the job. In addition to the free chai latte I scored, I am hoping that he will put a good word in for me with the manager as well. (Have I mentioned how effective being desperate for a job is at completely obliterating any semblance of one's previously well-intact dignity?)
So, we'll see how this particular job prospect pans out. ......They better hire me!!! AAAUUGGHHH!!!!!!
9.26.2005
Wheeee!
Happy Birthday to my mommie dearest! Yayyyy!!!
In celebration, let me serenade her with this:
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Bearer-of-the-golden-womb-from-which-this-magnificent-creature-sprang-fooooooorrrrth
Happy Birthday toooo yooouuuu!!!
Hahahaha.
She is the greatest mother in the whole universe -- and I say this in great part because she has not once, in my 25 years of existence, thought of disowning me (at least, not in my knowledge anyway) -- even through my countless requests for *ahem* financial assistance (I call them "loans"; she laughs and plays along...) and, relatedly, my decision to become a musician. Although, in all fairness, she does not need to bemoan my decision to choose music as my lifeblood as I am proving to be quite competent in giving myself enough grief for that personal choice. In fact, if it were possible, I think I would go ahead and disown myself. Only kidding, folks.
In other news, I had my first day working with the clarinet kiddies over at Halls Middle School today. It was quite enjoyable, surprisingly enough. I still struggle every now and then with remembering that I am talking to really young children, some of whom have only been playing the clarinet for about a month, but I'm sure (I hope) I will get used to that at some point. It really is a shock going from teaching college students to 6th and 7th graders. The level of hyperactivity and potential chaos buzzing in a room full of these kids is quite...something. Let's just say that if I can get through these first several weeks without hurling one of the more attention-span-deficient children out of a nearby window, I will be very pleased with myself.
The best part? Being taller than (or at least the same height as.....ugh) most of the kids. Hurray! It was also funny being told by a little 7th grader that a) she liked my jeans, and b) it was nice to see a teacher that actually had a "sense of style." Ha! I also had my first private lesson with an 8th grader named Farrah who is blind. She is an awesome kid who you can tell has a wonderful attitude, so I'm excited about working with her. As long as she can get through these first few weeks of me getting into my teaching groove and bumbling my way through the first few lessons, I think we will work out wonderfully. So huzzah to that.
So I have something relevant to do with myself on Mondays now. Praise Jesus, Hallelujah!! Tomorrow I am going to drop by the Starbucks in the Hilton downtown to ask (plead, beg, etc.) for a job. As I was telling my mother earlier, this particular Starbucks seems to be the best of my options in town as a) it offers the least likely chance of me running into (and having to serve...blah) an ex-colleague or professor, and b) with the Hilton being one of the swankier hotels in town, I can use my charm (I have some in me somewhere, I swear...) to milk some good tips out of the inevitable wealthy businessman. ...Ah, nothing like unemployment to obliterate one's shame and/or dignity.
***
ps. The West Wing now airs on Sundays at 8pm, which has been the much-celebrated Simpsons time-slot for, like, ever. And because Scott is a West Wing nazi, this means that I have not been able to watch any of the new Simpsons' so far this season. Unacceptable, I say!!! Stupid West Wing. Anyway, how have the Simpsons eps been so far? At least I have my midnight reruns during the week. *sigh*
In celebration, let me serenade her with this:
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Bearer-of-the-golden-womb-from-which-this-magnificent-creature-sprang-fooooooorrrrth
Happy Birthday toooo yooouuuu!!!
Hahahaha.
She is the greatest mother in the whole universe -- and I say this in great part because she has not once, in my 25 years of existence, thought of disowning me (at least, not in my knowledge anyway) -- even through my countless requests for *ahem* financial assistance (I call them "loans"; she laughs and plays along...) and, relatedly, my decision to become a musician. Although, in all fairness, she does not need to bemoan my decision to choose music as my lifeblood as I am proving to be quite competent in giving myself enough grief for that personal choice. In fact, if it were possible, I think I would go ahead and disown myself. Only kidding, folks.
In other news, I had my first day working with the clarinet kiddies over at Halls Middle School today. It was quite enjoyable, surprisingly enough. I still struggle every now and then with remembering that I am talking to really young children, some of whom have only been playing the clarinet for about a month, but I'm sure (I hope) I will get used to that at some point. It really is a shock going from teaching college students to 6th and 7th graders. The level of hyperactivity and potential chaos buzzing in a room full of these kids is quite...something. Let's just say that if I can get through these first several weeks without hurling one of the more attention-span-deficient children out of a nearby window, I will be very pleased with myself.
The best part? Being taller than (or at least the same height as.....ugh) most of the kids. Hurray! It was also funny being told by a little 7th grader that a) she liked my jeans, and b) it was nice to see a teacher that actually had a "sense of style." Ha! I also had my first private lesson with an 8th grader named Farrah who is blind. She is an awesome kid who you can tell has a wonderful attitude, so I'm excited about working with her. As long as she can get through these first few weeks of me getting into my teaching groove and bumbling my way through the first few lessons, I think we will work out wonderfully. So huzzah to that.
So I have something relevant to do with myself on Mondays now. Praise Jesus, Hallelujah!! Tomorrow I am going to drop by the Starbucks in the Hilton downtown to ask (plead, beg, etc.) for a job. As I was telling my mother earlier, this particular Starbucks seems to be the best of my options in town as a) it offers the least likely chance of me running into (and having to serve...blah) an ex-colleague or professor, and b) with the Hilton being one of the swankier hotels in town, I can use my charm (I have some in me somewhere, I swear...) to milk some good tips out of the inevitable wealthy businessman. ...Ah, nothing like unemployment to obliterate one's shame and/or dignity.
***
ps. The West Wing now airs on Sundays at 8pm, which has been the much-celebrated Simpsons time-slot for, like, ever. And because Scott is a West Wing nazi, this means that I have not been able to watch any of the new Simpsons' so far this season. Unacceptable, I say!!! Stupid West Wing. Anyway, how have the Simpsons eps been so far? At least I have my midnight reruns during the week. *sigh*
9.21.2005
I can see clearly now, the rain is gone.....
Good news (for me as well as my faithful blog readers)!! My recent foray into the dark abyss of depression spurred on by graduation + unemployment + loneliness + lack of musical/creative/etc. outlet + inability to fuel my Target obsession (caused by said unemployment) is nearing the end of its span. See, here's the thing with me: when I get upset about something, it's best to just let me be upset for a while. Let me pout and sulk and be otherwise completely unpleasant to be around (the majority of my penitence goes to Scott, at whom I am very pleased - and surprised - for not breaking up with me after my umpteenth day of suddenly bursting into tears with no foreseeable warning...), and one day I will wake up and just be done with it. Like right now! Cheers!
I would like to think that I am feeling better now because things are slooowly but surely looking up on the music/job front. Not only do I now have a gig lined up with the Halls Middle School band doing a few sectional rehearsals with their clarinets every week, but one of these students will also be studying privately with me starting next Monday. Huzzah! A trillion thanks to Tiffany for lining me up with this. Did you ever know that you're my heeeroooooo.... Hahaha. And thanks to Scott, I was able to tag along to the local high school marching band exhibition last night where I spoke to a couple of other area band directors who, apparently, are very interested in having me teach their clarinets privately. Huzzah again! The challenge now is to keep these band directors on top of this prospect and - most importantly - convince the parents to fork over the dough for clarinet lessons. Ha. So I have fixed up a handy-dandy (or fancy-schmancy... I couldn't decide which fun rhyming phrase to use) packet to mail out to local band programs to shamelessly promote myself as the World's Best clarinet teacher. It comes complete with my cool little business cards and a fancy-schmancy (ah! there it is!) personal flier boasting my numerous qualifications (basically summing up to: 'Look, I got myself I damned Master's degree in music performance.... now HIRE ME!!'). I am so proud of my Microsoft Paint/Word-enabled creations that - if I knew how to scan things onto this computer - I would scan them and post them on this blog. But I don't. Oh well.
So all that aside, here's the more likely reason why I'm coming out of my funk: Simpsons re-runs now air every midnight here instead of 5pm. This means that every night before I go to bed, I can watch the Simpsons followed right after by Conan O'Brien. Brilliant! Best. hour. and. a. half. of. television. viewing. before. bedtime... EVER!!! Speaking of which, it is now almost time for Simpsons. Gotta go, folks!
I would like to think that I am feeling better now because things are slooowly but surely looking up on the music/job front. Not only do I now have a gig lined up with the Halls Middle School band doing a few sectional rehearsals with their clarinets every week, but one of these students will also be studying privately with me starting next Monday. Huzzah! A trillion thanks to Tiffany for lining me up with this. Did you ever know that you're my heeeroooooo.... Hahaha. And thanks to Scott, I was able to tag along to the local high school marching band exhibition last night where I spoke to a couple of other area band directors who, apparently, are very interested in having me teach their clarinets privately. Huzzah again! The challenge now is to keep these band directors on top of this prospect and - most importantly - convince the parents to fork over the dough for clarinet lessons. Ha. So I have fixed up a handy-dandy (or fancy-schmancy... I couldn't decide which fun rhyming phrase to use) packet to mail out to local band programs to shamelessly promote myself as the World's Best clarinet teacher. It comes complete with my cool little business cards and a fancy-schmancy (ah! there it is!) personal flier boasting my numerous qualifications (basically summing up to: 'Look, I got myself I damned Master's degree in music performance.... now HIRE ME!!'). I am so proud of my Microsoft Paint/Word-enabled creations that - if I knew how to scan things onto this computer - I would scan them and post them on this blog. But I don't. Oh well.
So all that aside, here's the more likely reason why I'm coming out of my funk: Simpsons re-runs now air every midnight here instead of 5pm. This means that every night before I go to bed, I can watch the Simpsons followed right after by Conan O'Brien. Brilliant! Best. hour. and. a. half. of. television. viewing. before. bedtime... EVER!!! Speaking of which, it is now almost time for Simpsons. Gotta go, folks!
9.19.2005
Same old, same old...
I spent the majority of the day yesterday a complete basketcase in regards to my complete lack of direction/money/job in life. What's new, eh? Fortunately I was able to clear my head a little bit by getting out of the apartment and having dinner with Ben, Josh B. and April at Applebees. By the way, in hindsight I realized that I had ordered a queso and chips appetizer for us to share, but it wasn't on my check. I wonder if it ended up on somebody else's check and they were just too polite or nice or clueless to say anything. I hope it was just left out of order altogether because then I won't feel bad. I worry about these things.
So anyway, I got out of bed this morning fully determined to get over my customer service/non-music job issues, tackle the classifieds and get employed at any cost. ...It was a futile attempt, however, since, with every job listing that I analyzed as a possibility, my overactive imagination took over and I kept visualizing myself working said waitressing or receptionist job and being in various states of life-hatred. I was going to drop by Baker Peters (a jazz club/restaurant here) because they were hiring hostesses and servers a while ago, but they apparently no longer have any openings. (See, I was able to reconcile working that job in my head because at least the place where I would be serving food was related to music.) Honestly, if I think about, I would rather work just delivering pizzas because the level-of-pay to customer-interaction ratio is relatively low. But the thought of the door opening and a former professor or student seeing me delivering their pizza is enough to make me pee in my pants. Plus, I don't want to deface my precious Lucky by placing a Papa John's or Pizza Hut sign on his roof. That is just too much. Am I being unreasonable? I probably am. That's the problem with having too much pride, I guess. I'm finding it's not always a good thing...
***
In other news, I have recently succumbed to the evil temptation and joined Facebook. For those not in the know, Facebook is this laaaaame online network at colleges where students post info about themselves, put people on their "friends" list, etc. etc. I guess it's designed to help you get to know people at your school or something. I thought (and still do) that it's the lamest thing ever -- especially now that I'm an alumni -- , but I've been so bored lately (as you all know) and the computer is my only friend during the majority of the week, so I did it. Although I may have an overloaded sense of pride, I apparently have no shame. Go figure.
In any case, most people pride themselves on how many "friends" they have on their list. Like, "Ooh, I have 367 friends on Facebook!" Whatever. I have 11, thank you. But at least I've actually spoken to all of them. So there. (In confession, this is largely because I refuse to tell people that I am actually on Facebook now and only put people on my list if they find me. This is due in part to residual feelings of resistance to Facebook, and probably also because I am lazy.)
So anyway, I got out of bed this morning fully determined to get over my customer service/non-music job issues, tackle the classifieds and get employed at any cost. ...It was a futile attempt, however, since, with every job listing that I analyzed as a possibility, my overactive imagination took over and I kept visualizing myself working said waitressing or receptionist job and being in various states of life-hatred. I was going to drop by Baker Peters (a jazz club/restaurant here) because they were hiring hostesses and servers a while ago, but they apparently no longer have any openings. (See, I was able to reconcile working that job in my head because at least the place where I would be serving food was related to music.) Honestly, if I think about, I would rather work just delivering pizzas because the level-of-pay to customer-interaction ratio is relatively low. But the thought of the door opening and a former professor or student seeing me delivering their pizza is enough to make me pee in my pants. Plus, I don't want to deface my precious Lucky by placing a Papa John's or Pizza Hut sign on his roof. That is just too much. Am I being unreasonable? I probably am. That's the problem with having too much pride, I guess. I'm finding it's not always a good thing...
***
In other news, I have recently succumbed to the evil temptation and joined Facebook. For those not in the know, Facebook is this laaaaame online network at colleges where students post info about themselves, put people on their "friends" list, etc. etc. I guess it's designed to help you get to know people at your school or something. I thought (and still do) that it's the lamest thing ever -- especially now that I'm an alumni -- , but I've been so bored lately (as you all know) and the computer is my only friend during the majority of the week, so I did it. Although I may have an overloaded sense of pride, I apparently have no shame. Go figure.
In any case, most people pride themselves on how many "friends" they have on their list. Like, "Ooh, I have 367 friends on Facebook!" Whatever. I have 11, thank you. But at least I've actually spoken to all of them. So there. (In confession, this is largely because I refuse to tell people that I am actually on Facebook now and only put people on my list if they find me. This is due in part to residual feelings of resistance to Facebook, and probably also because I am lazy.)
9.17.2005
9.15.2005
I love Gwen
Gwen Stefani rocks. And so does this video:
I've taken the video out of this blog entry because I figured everyone would have seen it by now and my point will have been taken. Sorry if you didn't get a chance to see it. It rocks. Go watch TRL or something.
I've taken the video out of this blog entry because I figured everyone would have seen it by now and my point will have been taken. Sorry if you didn't get a chance to see it. It rocks. Go watch TRL or something.
9.14.2005
An all-time low.....
I have been rejected by the Jewelry Television Network.
***
Let us all have a moment of silence for my dignity, as it has now totally shriveled into non-existence.
This may or may not be worse than the time I was rejected during my freshman year of college for re-hire by Blockbuster Video -- for whom I worked all through-out high school -- because I failed to pass their computer questionnaire. C'mon guys, I mean 30 pages of psychological/personality questions? I can fake a good personality for 10, maybe 15, pages. But any more than that is out of the question.
Imagine this hypothetical situation and respond whether you agree or disagree:
Question number 274: At work, a customer you are helping is being rude and offensive. Your response is to maintain a professional attitude and continue to behave pleasantly as though you have no soul nor any standards for social behavior.
Disagree.
Disagree disagree disagree forever and ever.
And I offer no aplogies. I have standards.
Anyway, here's the thing: the Jew TV job only involved a 5-minute phone interview. I undoubtedly displayed my prowess with the English language during said interview. And I was polite/personable enough. What could it possibly have been, then?
My attainment of - not only a high-school diploma - but two f*ing college degrees may have been just too much for them to handle. Or perhaps one of their Jewelry TV trolls happened upon my second-to-last blog entry and feared my potential for fisticuffs with old ladies. Whatever. I'm sure this is for the best in the long run. Because, truly, I would have lasted 4 hours into my first day in that job before I would have thrown myself out the nearest window. But it was fun entertaining the thought of my working that job in any case. And the prospect of finally earning money again was good while it lasted. But the fact remains that I need a job. And fast! Gah!
In related news, I had my clarinet masterclass (aka. none-too-subtly veiled attempt to recruit private students for my studio...) at Halls High School earlier today. It was a good time. It's been a while since I've taught beginner/intermediate level students - let alone a group of them - so it took me about 20 minutes to warm up and settle into a groove. Before too long, though, I felt them starting to warm up to me and vice-versa. We talked mostly about breathing and tone development through long-tone exercises, and also touched upon embouchure and finger/hand position. It was hard since I had only an hour to work with them and I had several things I wanted to cover. By the way, my personal highlight of the masterclass was at the end of the hour when I asked if anybody had any clarinet-related questions for me, and a little red-headed kid in the back asked, "Can you play Star Wars?" Little boy, if you only knew.... Oh, and also after the masterclass ended and the students had left the auditorium, two maintenance guys came up to me and were like, "Are you a student here?" Hahaha. Boy, that never gets old, let me tell you.
Anyway, so we'll see if any of the kids liked/was impressed by me enough to call me up for lessons. And they better, if they know what's good for them.......
***
In short, my little facade about being good-natured about this penniless/starving artist's life I have going on must apparently continue for at least a little while longer. Blah. This is getting very old very fast. My next two job prospects are:
a) Coordinator/receptionist for a beauty salon
pro: free haircuts!
con: intermingling with catty beauty salon folk
b) Nanny for newborn and toddler
pro: $300 a week! I'd be rolling in riches with that kind of wage!
con: I think you can all imagine... (hint: it rhymes with goopy viapers)
*Sigh* And so the ongoing quest for employment continues............
***
Let us all have a moment of silence for my dignity, as it has now totally shriveled into non-existence.
This may or may not be worse than the time I was rejected during my freshman year of college for re-hire by Blockbuster Video -- for whom I worked all through-out high school -- because I failed to pass their computer questionnaire. C'mon guys, I mean 30 pages of psychological/personality questions? I can fake a good personality for 10, maybe 15, pages. But any more than that is out of the question.
Imagine this hypothetical situation and respond whether you agree or disagree:
Question number 274: At work, a customer you are helping is being rude and offensive. Your response is to maintain a professional attitude and continue to behave pleasantly as though you have no soul nor any standards for social behavior.
Disagree.
Disagree disagree disagree forever and ever.
And I offer no aplogies. I have standards.
Anyway, here's the thing: the Jew TV job only involved a 5-minute phone interview. I undoubtedly displayed my prowess with the English language during said interview. And I was polite/personable enough. What could it possibly have been, then?
My attainment of - not only a high-school diploma - but two f*ing college degrees may have been just too much for them to handle. Or perhaps one of their Jewelry TV trolls happened upon my second-to-last blog entry and feared my potential for fisticuffs with old ladies. Whatever. I'm sure this is for the best in the long run. Because, truly, I would have lasted 4 hours into my first day in that job before I would have thrown myself out the nearest window. But it was fun entertaining the thought of my working that job in any case. And the prospect of finally earning money again was good while it lasted. But the fact remains that I need a job. And fast! Gah!
In related news, I had my clarinet masterclass (aka. none-too-subtly veiled attempt to recruit private students for my studio...) at Halls High School earlier today. It was a good time. It's been a while since I've taught beginner/intermediate level students - let alone a group of them - so it took me about 20 minutes to warm up and settle into a groove. Before too long, though, I felt them starting to warm up to me and vice-versa. We talked mostly about breathing and tone development through long-tone exercises, and also touched upon embouchure and finger/hand position. It was hard since I had only an hour to work with them and I had several things I wanted to cover. By the way, my personal highlight of the masterclass was at the end of the hour when I asked if anybody had any clarinet-related questions for me, and a little red-headed kid in the back asked, "Can you play Star Wars?" Little boy, if you only knew.... Oh, and also after the masterclass ended and the students had left the auditorium, two maintenance guys came up to me and were like, "Are you a student here?" Hahaha. Boy, that never gets old, let me tell you.
Anyway, so we'll see if any of the kids liked/was impressed by me enough to call me up for lessons. And they better, if they know what's good for them.......
***
In short, my little facade about being good-natured about this penniless/starving artist's life I have going on must apparently continue for at least a little while longer. Blah. This is getting very old very fast. My next two job prospects are:
a) Coordinator/receptionist for a beauty salon
pro: free haircuts!
con: intermingling with catty beauty salon folk
b) Nanny for newborn and toddler
pro: $300 a week! I'd be rolling in riches with that kind of wage!
con: I think you can all imagine... (hint: it rhymes with goopy viapers)
*Sigh* And so the ongoing quest for employment continues............
9.13.2005
A lush, eh?
This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard of:
I do like a good martini every now and then. But I prefer to identify with the old-school, classic aspect of the drink. "You're a total lush." HA! The most dangerous drink I've had in the last month is coffee. And lots of it.
...Oh wait. I did have a margarita at dinner with Ben this evening. But I couldn't even finish it since:
a) it was quite strong.
b) I inhaled the meal so quickly that the entire cavity of my stomach had been filled with delicious Mexican goodness before I could finish the beverage.
Mmmm.... margarita.
| You Are a Martini |
 There's no other way to say it: you're a total lush. You hold your liquor well, and you hold a lot of it! |
I do like a good martini every now and then. But I prefer to identify with the old-school, classic aspect of the drink. "You're a total lush." HA! The most dangerous drink I've had in the last month is coffee. And lots of it.
...Oh wait. I did have a margarita at dinner with Ben this evening. But I couldn't even finish it since:
a) it was quite strong.
b) I inhaled the meal so quickly that the entire cavity of my stomach had been filled with delicious Mexican goodness before I could finish the beverage.
Mmmm.... margarita.
9.10.2005
I knew there was a reason I ended up a musician!!
Ok, so yesterday I had a job interview while soaking wet and wearing nothing but a towel.
HA!
Let me clarify. When I returned to Tennessee from my glorious trip to the homeland, I sent in an application to work customer service at this company in Knoxville called the Jewelry Television Network. Basically, the job entails answering phone calls from rich old ladies who have nothing better to do with their money but buy ridiculously gaudy pieces of jewelry 24 hours a day from the comfort of their own home. The prospect of me working this job is humorous and/or tragic for a variety of reasons:
First of all, I hate hate hate working customer service. It's not that I think I'm above it in any way. In fact, I respect tremendously people that not only can do it, but do a respectable job at it. I've worked three or four different customer service jobs myself. And here is what I have learned from working said jobs: I am bad at it. Not just bad, but nightmarishly bad. Although those who know me may think I have a sunny enough disposition (Greg, discount those first 5 or 6 years you were dating my sister and I had a perpetual scowl on my face...), the one thing I am frankly incapable of doing is behaving pleasantly when I. don't. want. to. Like when you're working and a customer is rude to you. For no reason. Now, a better person would be able to let it go and just continue to be as polite as was required minimally by common workplace decorum until that particular exchange was completed. I, however, am not one of those people and am completely unable to mask my feelings of utter disapproval and unappreciation for the lack of mutual respect and good manners shown on their part. I instantly become filled with a sense of duty, not just for myself, but for the whole community of customer service workers - I'll even go as far as to say, all of humanity - to let that person know that it is not okay to mess with me. I have provided for you here a dramatic re-enactment:
Actual past customer service run-in:
Me (17 years old, working for large video rental corporation): "Sir, this computer shows that you have a $(ridiculously low amount of money) balance on your account."
Bitter and petty evil customer with horns growing out of his skull: "That's a mistake. Take it off."
Me: "I'm sorry, I unfortunately don't have the authority to do that. Our system does show that ______ movie was returned late on ________ day."
Evil customer: "Um, no it doesn't."
Me: "Yes it does, sir. The screen is right in front of my face."
Evil customer: "WHAT, ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR??!! You're just an idiot who works in a video store. Now take the late fee off because I'm not paying it."
Me: "Are you seriously going to get in an argument with me over (ridiculously low amount of money) ?? I'm not lying. I don't care enough about this to lie about it! I'm telling you, this shows that you have a balance. Now, would you like to talk with my manager?"
Evil customer (storming out of store): "I'm going to call your manager and tell them that they have a liar working here."
Me (amused): "Alright, dude..."
Do you see what I mean? I'm completely inept in this situation.
Oh, and other reasons why this Jew TV job will most likely prove to be a disaster? Not only do I hate talking on the phone, but I also have a severe case of Attention Deficit Disorder when it comes to work. Frankly, the mere thought of sitting for 9 hours at a time, performing the same menial task over and over (i.e. answering phone calls...) day in and day out is enough to make me break out in hives. I mean, it wouldn't be out of the question to find out that I tend to start arguments with customers, not just as a matter of principle, but because I'm bored and it's something to do. So in my reckoning, my avoidance of the customer service realm is really my generous way of doing any potential retail employee of mine a favor and saving them from my inevitable driving-away of any customers. Right?
Ugh. But at this particular juncture in my life, I need to suck it up and work any job I can get because:
a) My level of patheticness has sunk so low that in the past week I had to call on my younger, computer-engineering brother more than once to help me out with some bills this month. If any amount of showering could cleanse me of my feelings of inadequacy and guilt about having to do this, I would be in the bathroom right now, scrubbing my shame away to my heart's content. However, as I have found this method to be ineffective, I will have to resort to working a nightmare job in order to pay him back, as well as give him a bonus gift as a token of my gratitude - namely, several suitcases full of Goo Goo Clusters.
b) Also, it is about damn time that I entered the adult portion of my life, completely and wholly, not just partially or temporarily, and finally start supporting myself once and for all - amidst much kicking and screaming, no doubt - without having to call on various wonderful and supportive and patient and understanding etc. etc. family members for help.
So anyway, back to my job interview.... I had been playing a lovely game of phone tag with my contact at the Jew TV Network for several days. Immediately after stepping out of the shower yesterday, I decided to try calling again for the 5th or 6th time that morning and actually got through! I was then told that, since I had applied for a call center position, I would have to do a phone interview. So I did it right then. Pretty easy and harmless, of course. The highlight of the interview, by the way, was when the interviewer was reviewing my application with me and this happened:
Interviewer: "Alright, and do you have a high school diplom-- .........oh."
Ahhahah ahaha ha haha. I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry in devastation.
The good thing is, if this job really is a nightmare (and who knows, maybe it won't be....), I can quit the job as soon as I can get enough private students to make a living. Until then, if I do get hired by the Jew TV Network, I will be working 5 days a week (2 of which have to be Saturday and Sunday) from 3-11pm everyday. Try to imagine how much I will be loathing life at that point. But, as has been the musician's mantra since time immemorial: "Hey, as long as it pays the bills..."
*sigh*
Well, at least I'll have my teaching gig at Halls High School to help me keep some modicum of self-respect. In the meantime, I will try to get in as few fights with rich little old ladies as possible. But I offer no promises.
HA!
Let me clarify. When I returned to Tennessee from my glorious trip to the homeland, I sent in an application to work customer service at this company in Knoxville called the Jewelry Television Network. Basically, the job entails answering phone calls from rich old ladies who have nothing better to do with their money but buy ridiculously gaudy pieces of jewelry 24 hours a day from the comfort of their own home. The prospect of me working this job is humorous and/or tragic for a variety of reasons:
First of all, I hate hate hate working customer service. It's not that I think I'm above it in any way. In fact, I respect tremendously people that not only can do it, but do a respectable job at it. I've worked three or four different customer service jobs myself. And here is what I have learned from working said jobs: I am bad at it. Not just bad, but nightmarishly bad. Although those who know me may think I have a sunny enough disposition (Greg, discount those first 5 or 6 years you were dating my sister and I had a perpetual scowl on my face...), the one thing I am frankly incapable of doing is behaving pleasantly when I. don't. want. to. Like when you're working and a customer is rude to you. For no reason. Now, a better person would be able to let it go and just continue to be as polite as was required minimally by common workplace decorum until that particular exchange was completed. I, however, am not one of those people and am completely unable to mask my feelings of utter disapproval and unappreciation for the lack of mutual respect and good manners shown on their part. I instantly become filled with a sense of duty, not just for myself, but for the whole community of customer service workers - I'll even go as far as to say, all of humanity - to let that person know that it is not okay to mess with me. I have provided for you here a dramatic re-enactment:
Actual past customer service run-in:
Me (17 years old, working for large video rental corporation): "Sir, this computer shows that you have a $(ridiculously low amount of money) balance on your account."
Bitter and petty evil customer with horns growing out of his skull: "That's a mistake. Take it off."
Me: "I'm sorry, I unfortunately don't have the authority to do that. Our system does show that ______ movie was returned late on ________ day."
Evil customer: "Um, no it doesn't."
Me: "Yes it does, sir. The screen is right in front of my face."
Evil customer: "WHAT, ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR??!! You're just an idiot who works in a video store. Now take the late fee off because I'm not paying it."
Me: "Are you seriously going to get in an argument with me over (ridiculously low amount of money) ?? I'm not lying. I don't care enough about this to lie about it! I'm telling you, this shows that you have a balance. Now, would you like to talk with my manager?"
Evil customer (storming out of store): "I'm going to call your manager and tell them that they have a liar working here."
Me (amused): "Alright, dude..."
Do you see what I mean? I'm completely inept in this situation.
Oh, and other reasons why this Jew TV job will most likely prove to be a disaster? Not only do I hate talking on the phone, but I also have a severe case of Attention Deficit Disorder when it comes to work. Frankly, the mere thought of sitting for 9 hours at a time, performing the same menial task over and over (i.e. answering phone calls...) day in and day out is enough to make me break out in hives. I mean, it wouldn't be out of the question to find out that I tend to start arguments with customers, not just as a matter of principle, but because I'm bored and it's something to do. So in my reckoning, my avoidance of the customer service realm is really my generous way of doing any potential retail employee of mine a favor and saving them from my inevitable driving-away of any customers. Right?
Ugh. But at this particular juncture in my life, I need to suck it up and work any job I can get because:
a) My level of patheticness has sunk so low that in the past week I had to call on my younger, computer-engineering brother more than once to help me out with some bills this month. If any amount of showering could cleanse me of my feelings of inadequacy and guilt about having to do this, I would be in the bathroom right now, scrubbing my shame away to my heart's content. However, as I have found this method to be ineffective, I will have to resort to working a nightmare job in order to pay him back, as well as give him a bonus gift as a token of my gratitude - namely, several suitcases full of Goo Goo Clusters.
b) Also, it is about damn time that I entered the adult portion of my life, completely and wholly, not just partially or temporarily, and finally start supporting myself once and for all - amidst much kicking and screaming, no doubt - without having to call on various wonderful and supportive and patient and understanding etc. etc. family members for help.
So anyway, back to my job interview.... I had been playing a lovely game of phone tag with my contact at the Jew TV Network for several days. Immediately after stepping out of the shower yesterday, I decided to try calling again for the 5th or 6th time that morning and actually got through! I was then told that, since I had applied for a call center position, I would have to do a phone interview. So I did it right then. Pretty easy and harmless, of course. The highlight of the interview, by the way, was when the interviewer was reviewing my application with me and this happened:
Interviewer: "Alright, and do you have a high school diplom-- .........oh."
Ahhahah ahaha ha haha. I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry in devastation.
The good thing is, if this job really is a nightmare (and who knows, maybe it won't be....), I can quit the job as soon as I can get enough private students to make a living. Until then, if I do get hired by the Jew TV Network, I will be working 5 days a week (2 of which have to be Saturday and Sunday) from 3-11pm everyday. Try to imagine how much I will be loathing life at that point. But, as has been the musician's mantra since time immemorial: "Hey, as long as it pays the bills..."
*sigh*
Well, at least I'll have my teaching gig at Halls High School to help me keep some modicum of self-respect. In the meantime, I will try to get in as few fights with rich little old ladies as possible. But I offer no promises.
9.05.2005
Bush lovers: keep out!
I got this in an email from a former teacher. I am posting this on my blog for three distinct reasons:
1. I thought it was about time that I posted something of thought-provoking content in this blog -- even though I know all you all really want are more of my awesome self-portraits courtesy of Microsoft Paint. Don't worry, I'll go back to my usual format soon.
2. While I had originally wanted to just forward this to certain people, I couldn't figure out how to enter the addresses from my address book when forwarding an email....
3. I am currently undergoing a major life crisis bought about by my recently recieving a Master's degree in music performance and not knowing what the f* to do with my life. It is loads of fun having random emotional meltdowns and I couldn't bear to take even a few moments break from my current self-pitying state, so I'm posting some other (more emotionally stable and clear-headed) individual's thoughts instead.
The Two Americas
By Marjorie Cohn
Perspective Saturday 03 September 2005
Last September, a Category 5 hurricane battered the small island of Cuba with 160-mile-per-hour winds. More than 1.5 million Cubans were evacuated to higher ground ahead of the storm. Although the hurricane destroyed 20,000 houses, no one died.
What is Cuban President Fidel Castro's secret? According to Dr. Nelson Valdes, a sociology professor at the University of New Mexico, and specialist in Latin America, "the whole civil defense is embedded in the community to begin with. People know ahead of time where they are to go."
"Cuba's leaders go on TV and take charge," said Valdes. Contrast this with George W. Bush's reaction to Hurricane Katrina. The day after Katrina hit the Gulf Coast, Bush was playing golf. He waited three days to make a TV appearance and five days before visiting the disaster site. In a scathing editorial on Thursday, the New York Times said, "nothing about the president's demeanor yesterday - which seemed casual to the point of carelessness - suggested that he understood the depth of the current crisis."
"Merely sticking people in a stadium is unthinkable" in Cuba, Valdes said. "Shelters all have medical personnel, from the neighborhood. They have family doctors in Cuba, who evacuate together with the neighborhood, and already know, for example, who needs insulin."
They also evacuate animals and veterinarians, TV sets and refrigerators, "so that people aren't reluctant to leave because people might steal their stuff," Valdes observed.
After Hurricane Ivan, the United Nations International Secretariat for Disaster Reduction cited Cuba as a model for hurricane preparation. ISDR director Salvano Briceno said, "The Cuban way could easily be applied to other countries with similar economic conditions and even in countries with greater resources that do not manage to protect their population as well as Cuba does."
Our federal and local governments had more than ample warning that hurricanes, which are growing in intensity thanks to global warming, could destroy New Orleans. Yet, instead of heeding those warnings, Bush set about to prevent states from controlling global warming, weaken FEMA, and cut the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for levee construction in New Orleans by $71.2 million, a 44 percent reduction.
Bush sent nearly half our National Guard troops and high-water Humvees to fight in an unnecessary war in Iraq. Walter Maestri, emergency management chief for Jefferson Paris in New Orleans, noted a year ago, "It appears that the money has been moved in the president's budget to handle homeland security and the war in Iraq."
An Editor and Publisher article Wednesday said the Army Corps of Engineers "never tried to hide the fact that the spending pressures of the war in Iraq, as well as homeland security - coming at the same time as federal tax cuts - was the reason for the strain," which caused a slowdown of work on flood control and sinking levees.
"This storm was much greater than protection we were authorized to provide," said Alfred C. Naomi, a senior project manager in the New Orleans district of the corps.
Unlike in Cuba, where homeland security means keeping the country secure from deadly natural disasters as well as foreign invasions, Bush has failed to keep our people safe. "On a fundamental level," Paul Krugman wrote in yesterday's New York Times, "our current leaders just aren't serious about some of the essential functions of government. They like waging war, but they don't like providing security, rescuing those in need or spending on prevention measures. And they never, ever ask for shared sacrifice."
During the 2004 election campaign, vice presidential candidate John Edwards spoke of "the two Americas." It seems unfathomable how people can shoot at rescue workers. Yet, after the beating of Rodney King aired on televisions across the country, poor, desperate, hungry people in Watts took over their neighborhoods, burning and looting. Their anger, which had seethed below the surface for so long, erupted. That's what's happening now in New Orleans. And we, mostly white, people of privilege, rarely catch a glimpse of this other America.
"I think a lot of it has to do with race and class," said Rev. Calvin O. Butts III, pastor of the Abyssinian Baptist Church in Harlem. "The people affected were largely poor people. Poor, black people."
New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin reached a breaking point Thursday night. "You mean to tell me that a place where you probably have thousands of people that have died and thousands more that are dying every day, that we can't figure out a way to authorize the resources we need? Come on, man!"
Homeland Security Secretary Michael Chertoff had boasted earlier in the day that FEMA and other federal agencies have done a "magnificent job" under the circumstances.
But, said, Nagin, "They're feeding the people a line of bull, and they are spinning and people are dying. Get off your asses and let's do something!"
When asked about the looting, the mayor said that except for a few "knuckleheads," it is the result of desperate people trying to find food and water to survive.
Nagin blamed the outbreak of violence and crime on drug addicts who have been cut off from their drug supplies, wandering the city, "looking to take the edge off their jones." When Hurricane Ivan hit Cuba, no curfew was imposed; yet, no looting or violence took place. Everyone was in the same boat.
Fidel Castro, who has compared his government's preparations for Hurricane Ivan to the island's long-standing preparations for an invasion by the United States, said, "We've been preparing for this for 45 years."
On Thursday, Cuba's National Assembly sent a message of solidarity to the victims of Hurricane Katrina. It says the Cuban people have followed closely the news of the hurricane damage in Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, and the news has caused pain and sadness. The message notes that the hardest hit are African-Americans, Latino workers, and the poor, who still wait to be rescued and taken to secure places, and who have suffered the most fatalities and homelessness. The message concludes by saying that the entire world must feel this tragedy as its own.
Marjorie Cohn, a contributing editor to t r u t h o u t, is a professor at Thomas Jefferson School of Law, executive vice president of the National Lawyers Guild, and the US representative to the executive committee of the American Association of Jurists.
1. I thought it was about time that I posted something of thought-provoking content in this blog -- even though I know all you all really want are more of my awesome self-portraits courtesy of Microsoft Paint. Don't worry, I'll go back to my usual format soon.
2. While I had originally wanted to just forward this to certain people, I couldn't figure out how to enter the addresses from my address book when forwarding an email....
3. I am currently undergoing a major life crisis bought about by my recently recieving a Master's degree in music performance and not knowing what the f* to do with my life. It is loads of fun having random emotional meltdowns and I couldn't bear to take even a few moments break from my current self-pitying state, so I'm posting some other (more emotionally stable and clear-headed) individual's thoughts instead.
The Two Americas
By Marjorie Cohn
Perspective Saturday 03 September 2005
Last September, a Category 5 hurricane battered the small island of Cuba with 160-mile-per-hour winds. More than 1.5 million Cubans were evacuated to higher ground ahead of the storm. Although the hurricane destroyed 20,000 houses, no one died.
What is Cuban President Fidel Castro's secret? According to Dr. Nelson Valdes, a sociology professor at the University of New Mexico, and specialist in Latin America, "the whole civil defense is embedded in the community to begin with. People know ahead of time where they are to go."
"Cuba's leaders go on TV and take charge," said Valdes. Contrast this with George W. Bush's reaction to Hurricane Katrina. The day after Katrina hit the Gulf Coast, Bush was playing golf. He waited three days to make a TV appearance and five days before visiting the disaster site. In a scathing editorial on Thursday, the New York Times said, "nothing about the president's demeanor yesterday - which seemed casual to the point of carelessness - suggested that he understood the depth of the current crisis."
"Merely sticking people in a stadium is unthinkable" in Cuba, Valdes said. "Shelters all have medical personnel, from the neighborhood. They have family doctors in Cuba, who evacuate together with the neighborhood, and already know, for example, who needs insulin."
They also evacuate animals and veterinarians, TV sets and refrigerators, "so that people aren't reluctant to leave because people might steal their stuff," Valdes observed.
After Hurricane Ivan, the United Nations International Secretariat for Disaster Reduction cited Cuba as a model for hurricane preparation. ISDR director Salvano Briceno said, "The Cuban way could easily be applied to other countries with similar economic conditions and even in countries with greater resources that do not manage to protect their population as well as Cuba does."
Our federal and local governments had more than ample warning that hurricanes, which are growing in intensity thanks to global warming, could destroy New Orleans. Yet, instead of heeding those warnings, Bush set about to prevent states from controlling global warming, weaken FEMA, and cut the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for levee construction in New Orleans by $71.2 million, a 44 percent reduction.
Bush sent nearly half our National Guard troops and high-water Humvees to fight in an unnecessary war in Iraq. Walter Maestri, emergency management chief for Jefferson Paris in New Orleans, noted a year ago, "It appears that the money has been moved in the president's budget to handle homeland security and the war in Iraq."
An Editor and Publisher article Wednesday said the Army Corps of Engineers "never tried to hide the fact that the spending pressures of the war in Iraq, as well as homeland security - coming at the same time as federal tax cuts - was the reason for the strain," which caused a slowdown of work on flood control and sinking levees.
"This storm was much greater than protection we were authorized to provide," said Alfred C. Naomi, a senior project manager in the New Orleans district of the corps.
Unlike in Cuba, where homeland security means keeping the country secure from deadly natural disasters as well as foreign invasions, Bush has failed to keep our people safe. "On a fundamental level," Paul Krugman wrote in yesterday's New York Times, "our current leaders just aren't serious about some of the essential functions of government. They like waging war, but they don't like providing security, rescuing those in need or spending on prevention measures. And they never, ever ask for shared sacrifice."
During the 2004 election campaign, vice presidential candidate John Edwards spoke of "the two Americas." It seems unfathomable how people can shoot at rescue workers. Yet, after the beating of Rodney King aired on televisions across the country, poor, desperate, hungry people in Watts took over their neighborhoods, burning and looting. Their anger, which had seethed below the surface for so long, erupted. That's what's happening now in New Orleans. And we, mostly white, people of privilege, rarely catch a glimpse of this other America.
"I think a lot of it has to do with race and class," said Rev. Calvin O. Butts III, pastor of the Abyssinian Baptist Church in Harlem. "The people affected were largely poor people. Poor, black people."
New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin reached a breaking point Thursday night. "You mean to tell me that a place where you probably have thousands of people that have died and thousands more that are dying every day, that we can't figure out a way to authorize the resources we need? Come on, man!"
Homeland Security Secretary Michael Chertoff had boasted earlier in the day that FEMA and other federal agencies have done a "magnificent job" under the circumstances.
But, said, Nagin, "They're feeding the people a line of bull, and they are spinning and people are dying. Get off your asses and let's do something!"
When asked about the looting, the mayor said that except for a few "knuckleheads," it is the result of desperate people trying to find food and water to survive.
Nagin blamed the outbreak of violence and crime on drug addicts who have been cut off from their drug supplies, wandering the city, "looking to take the edge off their jones." When Hurricane Ivan hit Cuba, no curfew was imposed; yet, no looting or violence took place. Everyone was in the same boat.
Fidel Castro, who has compared his government's preparations for Hurricane Ivan to the island's long-standing preparations for an invasion by the United States, said, "We've been preparing for this for 45 years."
On Thursday, Cuba's National Assembly sent a message of solidarity to the victims of Hurricane Katrina. It says the Cuban people have followed closely the news of the hurricane damage in Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, and the news has caused pain and sadness. The message notes that the hardest hit are African-Americans, Latino workers, and the poor, who still wait to be rescued and taken to secure places, and who have suffered the most fatalities and homelessness. The message concludes by saying that the entire world must feel this tragedy as its own.
Marjorie Cohn, a contributing editor to t r u t h o u t, is a professor at Thomas Jefferson School of Law, executive vice president of the National Lawyers Guild, and the US representative to the executive committee of the American Association of Jurists.
9.01.2005
I'm updating this damn blogizzle*
Big ups to Sarah P., Sarah L. and Robyn who seem to be the only ones on my links list updating consistently at the moment...
I've decided to finally sit myself down and end this dry spell that I have been in since the visit to my homeland last month. Here is a list of the unbearably exciting things that have happened to me during the past couple of weeks:
1. I cut my hair!!!!!
Or I should say, my sister - with the assistance and critical eye of my 4-year old - cutest EVER!!!!!!! - niece (neice? neese? Ugh, I can't spell anymore...) - cut my hair. I believe I asked for a mere 3 inches to be taken off, and ended up with what seems like 10 inches gone. Hahaha. Just kidding, Kristina. My sister did a good job. I think it's a ratio thing, actually. Because 3 inches to a normal-sized human being probably wouldn't amount to much. Especially if their hair were as long and luxurious (and by "long and luxurious," I mean "gross and unmanageable") as mine was a few weeks ago. However, if you are a pocket-sized human like myself, I guess 3 inches just makes more of a difference. In any case, I have provided for you a very dramatic - and not at all exaggerated in any way - artistic rendering of my before-and-after:
I've decided to finally sit myself down and end this dry spell that I have been in since the visit to my homeland last month. Here is a list of the unbearably exciting things that have happened to me during the past couple of weeks:
1. I cut my hair!!!!!
Or I should say, my sister - with the assistance and critical eye of my 4-year old - cutest EVER!!!!!!! - niece (neice? neese? Ugh, I can't spell anymore...) - cut my hair. I believe I asked for a mere 3 inches to be taken off, and ended up with what seems like 10 inches gone. Hahaha. Just kidding, Kristina. My sister did a good job. I think it's a ratio thing, actually. Because 3 inches to a normal-sized human being probably wouldn't amount to much. Especially if their hair were as long and luxurious (and by "long and luxurious," I mean "gross and unmanageable") as mine was a few weeks ago. However, if you are a pocket-sized human like myself, I guess 3 inches just makes more of a difference. In any case, I have provided for you a very dramatic - and not at all exaggerated in any way - artistic rendering of my before-and-after:
Before.
In my made-up universe, my previous hair was so dead sexy that it literally shone with the light of a thousand stars. Especially when its unworldly power wasn't confined in a ponytail and was free to spread its beauty to everyone who happened to cross my path. In reality, however, I had neither the patience nor the energy to style my hair, so it was usually piled on the back of my head in some free-form hairball.
After.
Hahaha. Apparently, losing a few inches off my hair caused me to become a gap-toothed, crazy-eyed ogre. Damn.
2. I went on a Target excursion this afternoon.
Remember at the beginning of summer when I was so bored out of my gourd that I went to Target everyday? And I would write about buying Kleenex and toilet paper because that was exciting in comparison to everything else I did that day? Yeah. Today I bought some Drano (even with the shorter hair, I still clog up the shower drain at an alarmingly fast rate!) and, uh, some feminine hygiene-related products... Classes at UT have started and I'm actually jealous that people get to go to class everyday. Jealous. What the hell is wrong with me? All these years, I thought of myself as the type of carefree, relaxed person that would kill to have nothing to do all day. But apparently, I start to go crazy after two days of having no school or work. I'm like a shark, people! If I really were a shark, here is how I would look:
Ah hahahah hahahha. Dear God, I need help.
3. .....................
Ok, so a haircut and a visit to Target. These were the only things of any consequence that have happened lately. That explains why I haven't been updating this blog. This is really something. I haven't even been back to Knoxville more than a week and I'm already going out of my mind with boredom. I met with the band director of Halls High School on Tuesday and I will be teaching clarinet there in a couple weeks (yay!) Also, I sent in an application to work a normal-person job (i.e. Ysabel's worst nightmare...) yesterday. So the good news is that I will probably have a couple of jobs soon. And the sooner the better because I have about 2 pennies left to my name (you think I'm exaggerating, don't you?) and 2 cents will only get you so far, especially with gas prices the way they are. Here is my personal thought about the increasing gas prices:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
So I think I'll be fine in about 3 weeks, both mentally and financially. The upside is that I have all the goddamn live-long day for the next few weeks to practice the devil stick.... and I actually am! Just let it be known that there is a fair chance that I may go clinically insane between now and the end of the month. The good thing is that if I do happen to become psychotic, it will give me something to write about.
* "Blogizzle." Benjamin G. Gessel. AOL Instant Messenger chat. September 1, 2005, 3:11pm.
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