I just accepted a fellowship position in West Africa. I cannot believe 1) I got offered a position, 2) I'm moving, 3) I'M GOING TO BE WORKING/LIVING IN WEST AFRICA for the next year. I am so excited and yet so panicked. The place I'm going isn't exactly the nicest places in the world to work- take for example the latest news of bombings just yesterday. Part of me is jumping for joy. This is a job. In public health. With a government institution. This year of international experience will add even more to my resume. It is INTERNATIONAL experience, living abroad, dealing with the hardships, etc. And then there's the stupid side of me that goes: OMG what did I just commit myself to?!
But yes, I have a job. I'm moving to Africa again. The words: "It's not a hardship, it's an adventure" have not echoed through my head louder.
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Monday, June 27, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Job Searching
It's like beating a dead horse. Or actually it's what I called beating a dead cat. Why I say cat, you ask? I have no idea. I DID see a dead bird on the street today. Which is probably why I thought of a cat, since cats like to attack birds... yes, don't worry, I haven't totally lost my mind yet. I don't think.
This is what I do:
Over and over. Look up jobs. Tweek cover letter. Submit resume. Rinse. Repeat. Until you want to commit suicide. Then rinse and repeat again.
... I need a job...
In other news, I have a boyfriend. He's great. I'll spare you the morbid, gross details, but he's way too sweet for me. I'm all scary and messed up. He's all happy with hugs or at least when it comes to dealing with me. I have problems...
Also, here's the thing. If you're going to cheat on your boyfriend (not saying I AM, just general advice), HAVE SEX. If you're going to cheat emotionally, that's just boring and stupid. If you're GOING to cheat, just go all out. It's easier for everyone. You don't have do the whole talk about how you didn't do anything but yet you had feelings for some other boy. Blah blah blah.
But if you're going to cheat, always remember: karma has a nasty way of sneaking back up and biting you in the rear end. Really really hard.
That's all.
This is what I do:
Over and over. Look up jobs. Tweek cover letter. Submit resume. Rinse. Repeat. Until you want to commit suicide. Then rinse and repeat again.
... I need a job...
In other news, I have a boyfriend. He's great. I'll spare you the morbid, gross details, but he's way too sweet for me. I'm all scary and messed up. He's all happy with hugs or at least when it comes to dealing with me. I have problems...
Also, here's the thing. If you're going to cheat on your boyfriend (not saying I AM, just general advice), HAVE SEX. If you're going to cheat emotionally, that's just boring and stupid. If you're GOING to cheat, just go all out. It's easier for everyone. You don't have do the whole talk about how you didn't do anything but yet you had feelings for some other boy. Blah blah blah.
But if you're going to cheat, always remember: karma has a nasty way of sneaking back up and biting you in the rear end. Really really hard.
That's all.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Do the stressed, pouty dance
So... it's another late night here in Boston. I manage to procrastinate just enough on the right things that lead me to stress, panic, and start chewing on my own hair. Last spring, I pulled an all-nighter. This spring, I do late nights, not enough sleep... on a rather regular basis. Healthy? I think not. But now let me do my stressed, pouty dance. (Why it's pouty? Who knows. I just feel like pouting, sulking, what have you. Let's just chalk up the pouting to: I'm tired and shouldn't have procrastinated so long.) Btw my boyfriend is sweet and delivered pretzels, Diet Coke, and Chex Mix to me as I freaked, whined, and pouted. I wonder why he puts up with my insanity, cuz it must be like dating a 4 year old sometimes.
I'm taking this biostatistic computer programming class. Learn biostats while you learn how to speak computer-speak. OMG. The best thing ever. NOT. I am the Asian that is incompetent when it comes to technology. I missed the boat on that gene... Thanks parents.
Oh right, I sprained my ankle last Monday. Now you might ask: how'd you do that? Well, you see, it's a funny story:
Jobs. I need to find a job after graduation. Sigh. What if I can't find one and become a homeless person? Will you let me live with you?
Baby shoes are the cutest things ever. Teeny! But also the most impractical things. Actually baby socks are probably the most impractical. Shoes are next. Because: a baby is in the stroller. Kicks off sock or shoe. Has now lost one! There is no longer a pair. All that money you just spent on a pair of shoes. Gone. Just a thought.
I have nothing more to say at the moment since it is closing in on 3:30am and I desperately need sleep in order to make words become coherent sentences tomorrow in class. So I will close with this: I want to go back to Uganda because the weather here in New England is just not not not NOT okay.
I'm taking this biostatistic computer programming class. Learn biostats while you learn how to speak computer-speak. OMG. The best thing ever. NOT. I am the Asian that is incompetent when it comes to technology. I missed the boat on that gene... Thanks parents.
Oh right, I sprained my ankle last Monday. Now you might ask: how'd you do that? Well, you see, it's a funny story:
- I'm walking home (I made a quick trip home to see my mom- sorry I didn't see any of my Midwest lovers, but I spent my time with the fam) from the airport, pulling my luggage behind me. I'm thinking: I'm hungry, I need to work out this week, I'm REALLY going to start working out regularly. Then BAM. I'm on the ground. Rolled the ankle. I'm in so much pain I can't catch my breath. I sit down on the concrete sidewalk. Whimper. Cry. No one's around to see me. I can see my apartment building door like 20 feet away. Then a guy in a wheelchair rolls up. "Are you okay? Do you need me to get help?" I manage a I'm okay, I'm okay. He goes: I would help you myself... but I can't. I don't know about you but now looking back, I giggle a little. The one person who sees me is the one person who can't physically help me. Anyway, eventually he rolls away and I grit my teeth and hobble to my apartment. I then proceed to 1) call my mom and cry, 2) sit on the floor until my boyfriend arrives to help me, 3) stare at my other leg which is bleeding excessively from the knee. So yes, I'm the most graceful creature out there.
- And if you're concerned about me (which you probably aren't but that's okay, I understand): I'm doing better these days but I still have a bit of a hobble.
Jobs. I need to find a job after graduation. Sigh. What if I can't find one and become a homeless person? Will you let me live with you?
Baby shoes are the cutest things ever. Teeny! But also the most impractical things. Actually baby socks are probably the most impractical. Shoes are next. Because: a baby is in the stroller. Kicks off sock or shoe. Has now lost one! There is no longer a pair. All that money you just spent on a pair of shoes. Gone. Just a thought.
I have nothing more to say at the moment since it is closing in on 3:30am and I desperately need sleep in order to make words become coherent sentences tomorrow in class. So I will close with this: I want to go back to Uganda because the weather here in New England is just not not not NOT okay.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Africa's On My Mind
As I move forward with my plans to go to Uganda, I'm both excited and nervous. Having been there before, I thought it would be easier to pack and get ready. Not quite the case. Other than the fact that I didn't have to 90 new immunizations (turns out my international immunization card is fantastic, according to the doc), I have no idea what I'm doing. This time in Africa, I have to dress professionally for work. Which means I can't just run around in t-shirts and tanks. So what to wear? No idea.
The exciting aspect is I'm really pumped to leave the US. Home will always be home, but sometimes I get tired of the materialistic mentality. I'll admit that I fall into the trap: wanting nice stuff, really caring what I look like, etc etc etc. But the thing is when I'm in Uganda, I'll be trying to work for an organization to improve what they're doing for Ugandans. And I think that's really important. It will be rather different from just going to school in Boston and having running water.
The one thing I will miss while I'm gone is my avenues for sanity. AKA my good friends. Especially the ones that help ground me when I freak out or when I need to vent. Hopefully I can stay in touch with people, though my internet options will be spotty at best.
This morning I was laying in bed. Being lazy. And the apartment door opens. A guy goes: "Hello?" It was someone wanting to show our apartment. I had no idea that was happening today. I guess they always call my roommate's phone and she's not exactly IN the US right now, so I didn't know anything about the showing. Thus there's me... not very clothed (since it is my apartment and no one is ever around and I can do whatever I want when alone)... I was like: please hold on one second!!!! I threw some clothes on and then the guy showed the apartment to this girl who was carrying the ugliest rat-dog I've ever seen. But yes, that was my awkward morning. At least I wasn't doing anything inappropriate...
And one last thought. It's really hard not to having feelings.
The exciting aspect is I'm really pumped to leave the US. Home will always be home, but sometimes I get tired of the materialistic mentality. I'll admit that I fall into the trap: wanting nice stuff, really caring what I look like, etc etc etc. But the thing is when I'm in Uganda, I'll be trying to work for an organization to improve what they're doing for Ugandans. And I think that's really important. It will be rather different from just going to school in Boston and having running water.
The one thing I will miss while I'm gone is my avenues for sanity. AKA my good friends. Especially the ones that help ground me when I freak out or when I need to vent. Hopefully I can stay in touch with people, though my internet options will be spotty at best.
This morning I was laying in bed. Being lazy. And the apartment door opens. A guy goes: "Hello?" It was someone wanting to show our apartment. I had no idea that was happening today. I guess they always call my roommate's phone and she's not exactly IN the US right now, so I didn't know anything about the showing. Thus there's me... not very clothed (since it is my apartment and no one is ever around and I can do whatever I want when alone)... I was like: please hold on one second!!!! I threw some clothes on and then the guy showed the apartment to this girl who was carrying the ugliest rat-dog I've ever seen. But yes, that was my awkward morning. At least I wasn't doing anything inappropriate...
And one last thought. It's really hard not to having feelings.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Hurling was the Theme
Yesterday at work someone choked at lunch. They were saved and it was okay. But watching that entire process... not appetizing. Lots of bile.
I was eating breakfast this morning and felt the sudden need to vomit. It was bad. I almost vomited all over a work computer. Woops! Good thing I didn't. I held it in. Ran for the bathroom and then didn't puke. No, I do not have any of the problems that are flashing through your mind right now. It is seriously impossible, unless it's immaculate conception. It's not.
Every time someone talks to me about Tongue-Down-Throat, I feel my stomach scream in protest. If I ever see him again, I may try to puke all over him to make him avoid me.
Having the words Asian Housewife and Cute in one sentence equals one reaction from me- the need to vomit. Sorry, that is not exactly my dream role. I would not like to rub your feet, vacuum your house, birth your children, and cook you dinner tomorrow. Look at my feet, they are not bound. No I will not wear a kimono for you- wrong, COMPLETELY wrong. No, I would not like to give up all my dreams and goals to make your life bliss. Sorry. I never want to be just an Asian housewife.
I was eating breakfast this morning and felt the sudden need to vomit. It was bad. I almost vomited all over a work computer. Woops! Good thing I didn't. I held it in. Ran for the bathroom and then didn't puke. No, I do not have any of the problems that are flashing through your mind right now. It is seriously impossible, unless it's immaculate conception. It's not.
Every time someone talks to me about Tongue-Down-Throat, I feel my stomach scream in protest. If I ever see him again, I may try to puke all over him to make him avoid me.
Having the words Asian Housewife and Cute in one sentence equals one reaction from me- the need to vomit. Sorry, that is not exactly my dream role. I would not like to rub your feet, vacuum your house, birth your children, and cook you dinner tomorrow. Look at my feet, they are not bound. No I will not wear a kimono for you- wrong, COMPLETELY wrong. No, I would not like to give up all my dreams and goals to make your life bliss. Sorry. I never want to be just an Asian housewife.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Insomnia, Insomnia
I haven't been able to fall asleep the last few nights and it's starting to bother me a lot. I'm tired during the day, can't sleep at night. All these thoughts fluttering across my brain and ideas across my eyelids when I close my eyes. It's ridiculous! I took a Tylenol PM yesterday, but I don't have any today and I figured I shouldn't start depending on drugs to fall asleep. But here I am. With my thoughts. Laying in bed. In the early AM.
Going abroad:
Applied to go to the Philippines.
In talks about working in an orphanage in Zimbabwe.
China is always an option.
Haven't heard back from Malawi.
Emailed someone about Uganda.
There's even an application to Tajikistan in there somewhere.
Pretty sure I've applied to more things that I should have.
BUT I still don't have a place to go yet.
Work:
I think about work a lot when I'm not there. Why? Cuz I can't leave things when I'm done at the end of my shift.
School:
Learning. Homework. I read a lot.
Panda-ness:
This is what I am calling it from now on, the Asian phase I'm in. Panda-ness. I am a insomniac panda right now. Sometimes I am a study panda. One time I wanted to be a stealth panda. Usually when I'm in the library, I'm a sad panda. Most days, I'm a busy panda. One of these days (hopefully this weekend), I'll be a lazy panda. See? Panda-ness. Complete with Chinese Pop music my mom brought back from China for me. LoOoOoOoVe.
Random Career Change?
Sometimes I wonder why I didn't go into Psychology. Become a Psychologist. Sounds very interesting. To understand or TRY to understand how the mind works. Fascinating. But then I would have to listen to people talk all day. Sometimes I'd be okay with that. Other days, I'd probably want to strangle my patients or send them to a mental hospital, so maybe this is a good sign. A sign that I wasn't supposed to go be a shrink.
Running:
I am trying. Aka once. No, wait. Twice. It's hard. My butt hurts. My feet are messed up. My kneecap hates me (popped it out in high school). I DID get new shoes. They are comfy and blue. I like blue running shoes. They inspire me. Other colors, not so much. Why? Because if I have to do something painful, like run. I better be able to do it with something on my feet that is pretty to look at when it sits in the corner of my room. You think I'm crazy? I don't care. It's my logic. Deal with it. I like pretty colored things.
Another Career:
Sometimes when I work at the store, I think it might have been fun to be a business major. Run a business. Etc etc etc. Maybe not though. What if you fail? Go bankrupt? Yea, that would be rough.
Vampires:
Twilight- dislike. Sorry whoever loves it, I don't. True Blood- wants to watch it. Vampire Diaries- like. Underworld movies with Kate Beckinsale- like. Buffy- Like. I am Legend- um scary. Ok so I think it boils down to me not liking Twilight. I'm sorry. I just don't find the movies as fascinatingly amazing as everyone else. As for my relationship with CW TV shows, you should know how I feel about One Tree Hill, so I'm sorry. But yes, I like Vampire Diaries. It's amusing and the boys are cute. Sue me.
As the hour drags close to... oh 2AM as I finish this word, I guess I should try closing my eyes again. Maybe I'll dream about blue-skinned vampires who are psychologists who are shrinking my head in a candy store in Tajikistan. Now that would be fun.
Going abroad:
Applied to go to the Philippines.
In talks about working in an orphanage in Zimbabwe.
China is always an option.
Haven't heard back from Malawi.
Emailed someone about Uganda.
There's even an application to Tajikistan in there somewhere.
Pretty sure I've applied to more things that I should have.
BUT I still don't have a place to go yet.
Work:
I think about work a lot when I'm not there. Why? Cuz I can't leave things when I'm done at the end of my shift.
School:
Learning. Homework. I read a lot.
Panda-ness:
This is what I am calling it from now on, the Asian phase I'm in. Panda-ness. I am a insomniac panda right now. Sometimes I am a study panda. One time I wanted to be a stealth panda. Usually when I'm in the library, I'm a sad panda. Most days, I'm a busy panda. One of these days (hopefully this weekend), I'll be a lazy panda. See? Panda-ness. Complete with Chinese Pop music my mom brought back from China for me. LoOoOoOoVe.
Random Career Change?
Sometimes I wonder why I didn't go into Psychology. Become a Psychologist. Sounds very interesting. To understand or TRY to understand how the mind works. Fascinating. But then I would have to listen to people talk all day. Sometimes I'd be okay with that. Other days, I'd probably want to strangle my patients or send them to a mental hospital, so maybe this is a good sign. A sign that I wasn't supposed to go be a shrink.
Running:
I am trying. Aka once. No, wait. Twice. It's hard. My butt hurts. My feet are messed up. My kneecap hates me (popped it out in high school). I DID get new shoes. They are comfy and blue. I like blue running shoes. They inspire me. Other colors, not so much. Why? Because if I have to do something painful, like run. I better be able to do it with something on my feet that is pretty to look at when it sits in the corner of my room. You think I'm crazy? I don't care. It's my logic. Deal with it. I like pretty colored things.
Another Career:
Sometimes when I work at the store, I think it might have been fun to be a business major. Run a business. Etc etc etc. Maybe not though. What if you fail? Go bankrupt? Yea, that would be rough.
Vampires:
Twilight- dislike. Sorry whoever loves it, I don't. True Blood- wants to watch it. Vampire Diaries- like. Underworld movies with Kate Beckinsale- like. Buffy- Like. I am Legend- um scary. Ok so I think it boils down to me not liking Twilight. I'm sorry. I just don't find the movies as fascinatingly amazing as everyone else. As for my relationship with CW TV shows, you should know how I feel about One Tree Hill, so I'm sorry. But yes, I like Vampire Diaries. It's amusing and the boys are cute. Sue me.
As the hour drags close to... oh 2AM as I finish this word, I guess I should try closing my eyes again. Maybe I'll dream about blue-skinned vampires who are psychologists who are shrinking my head in a candy store in Tajikistan. Now that would be fun.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Sunday Morning, Random Nonsense
A few things:
First I work in a food store, no I do not sell cigarettes or lighters. So don't walk in and ask me for them. Secondly, if I HAD cigarettes in the store, I wouldn't sell them anyway. I'm a public health student. Cigarettes = bad for health, bad for public's health, all around bad. Smoking is BAD for your health. Okay? Got it? Good.
Drinking is terrible. My body hates alcohol. Like really really hates it. Can't handle it. Yet, I always try to make it like alcohol more. Then my body always rejects me, laughs in my face and says, "there are consequences to your drinking because I DON'T LIKE ALCOHOL!" Then I'm hungover for a day or two, my body feels like it gets hit by a bus, and I'm horrifyingly unproductive. Note to self, no more tequila shots. (Can I use the label food on this one? Alcohol not really food... but close enough?)
Washing dishes- I don't like doing it. Just like I don't like doing the laundry. Maybe it's the whole concept of washing things that I don't like to do. But I don't mind showers...
And... that's all I can think about writing for now. I have all this partial blog ideas in my head but I always forget them once I sit down and actually start typing. Kind of a problem. Now, if you could just read my mind, I wouldn't have to blog.
First I work in a food store, no I do not sell cigarettes or lighters. So don't walk in and ask me for them. Secondly, if I HAD cigarettes in the store, I wouldn't sell them anyway. I'm a public health student. Cigarettes = bad for health, bad for public's health, all around bad. Smoking is BAD for your health. Okay? Got it? Good.
Drinking is terrible. My body hates alcohol. Like really really hates it. Can't handle it. Yet, I always try to make it like alcohol more. Then my body always rejects me, laughs in my face and says, "there are consequences to your drinking because I DON'T LIKE ALCOHOL!" Then I'm hungover for a day or two, my body feels like it gets hit by a bus, and I'm horrifyingly unproductive. Note to self, no more tequila shots. (Can I use the label food on this one? Alcohol not really food... but close enough?)
Washing dishes- I don't like doing it. Just like I don't like doing the laundry. Maybe it's the whole concept of washing things that I don't like to do. But I don't mind showers...
And... that's all I can think about writing for now. I have all this partial blog ideas in my head but I always forget them once I sit down and actually start typing. Kind of a problem. Now, if you could just read my mind, I wouldn't have to blog.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Law, Sleep, Bathrooms, Sushi... Can I be more random?
My destiny will never lead me to be a lawyer. I am currently studying for my Health Law midterm. It is all G.I.B.B.E.R.I.S.H. I'm serious. This doesn't make sense. It's a completely different language. Give me biology, chemistry, foreign languages any day. This stuff is like #@*(&&^@#)#@$^*&# to me.
I now have a complete inability to wake up in the morning. I miss the mornings where I could just roll out of bed and get going. Like an energizer bunny.... Or when I had a human alarm clock to kick me out of bed. These days I just lay there, sleep through alarm clocks, and stare angrily at my phone.
A thought: guys have it so easy when it comes to going to the bathroom. This thought occurred to me at work yesterday. I was in the bathroom and decided, why not use one of those silly toilet covers. Pulled one out. Put it down. Turned around... then turned back around. And it had fallen into the toilet. #($&^@! Seriously, guys can just stand there and go. Girls have to pop a squat and work on their thigh muscles. OR just sit on the grossness of a toilet OR use a toilet cover (either ready-made or impromptu toilet paper). Why is it so difficult for us to go?! I can tie this into the time I was in the hospital. Bed pans? Psh, don't know how to use those. Guys just have this lovely thing they can just use and relieve themselves. I had to push a call button, get a nurse, go, and have her help me throughout the entire process. Female anatomy is difficult sometimes...
Best work shift last night: discounted sushi and free Chai Latte. Gotta love fellow employee camaraderie. Mmmm sushi. Spicy Tuna Roll me!
This is my attempt at not studying law anymore... but it isn't working. The gibberish is pulling me back in... probably because I'm worried I'm going to fail my exam. Wish me luck!
I now have a complete inability to wake up in the morning. I miss the mornings where I could just roll out of bed and get going. Like an energizer bunny.... Or when I had a human alarm clock to kick me out of bed. These days I just lay there, sleep through alarm clocks, and stare angrily at my phone.
A thought: guys have it so easy when it comes to going to the bathroom. This thought occurred to me at work yesterday. I was in the bathroom and decided, why not use one of those silly toilet covers. Pulled one out. Put it down. Turned around... then turned back around. And it had fallen into the toilet. #($&^@! Seriously, guys can just stand there and go. Girls have to pop a squat and work on their thigh muscles. OR just sit on the grossness of a toilet OR use a toilet cover (either ready-made or impromptu toilet paper). Why is it so difficult for us to go?! I can tie this into the time I was in the hospital. Bed pans? Psh, don't know how to use those. Guys just have this lovely thing they can just use and relieve themselves. I had to push a call button, get a nurse, go, and have her help me throughout the entire process. Female anatomy is difficult sometimes...
Best work shift last night: discounted sushi and free Chai Latte. Gotta love fellow employee camaraderie. Mmmm sushi. Spicy Tuna Roll me!
This is my attempt at not studying law anymore... but it isn't working. The gibberish is pulling me back in... probably because I'm worried I'm going to fail my exam. Wish me luck!
Monday, January 18, 2010
A Sound Bite
Yesterday I saw a guy who looked exactly like Russell Brand. Except this guy was Asian. So just picture Russell Brand and make him Asian. And there you have it! It was uncanny and amazing at the same time.
Well, I haven't had a day off work since I got back last Sunday. So I'm a little exhausted. Already behind in school- I'm 1 week in. It's going to be a long semester. A life-draining, soul-sucking, energy-depleting semester of work and school. I pray that it's worth it and that I'm alive in May.
I really have nothing new to say other than that... so I think I will now do homework
Well, I haven't had a day off work since I got back last Sunday. So I'm a little exhausted. Already behind in school- I'm 1 week in. It's going to be a long semester. A life-draining, soul-sucking, energy-depleting semester of work and school. I pray that it's worth it and that I'm alive in May.
I really have nothing new to say other than that... so I think I will now do homework
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Mohawks, Mojo, and Much More
On my way back to this side of the US, I saw this kid on my flight. He had the most impressive mohawk going. And managed not to ruin it the entire flight. THEN as we left the plane, he put on this great hat. It had a hole cut down the center to accommodate his mohawk. How crazy yet cool is that?! I was pretty impressed. With the hair, the hat, and his entire get-up. Pretty sweet. PS he was Asian. And no, I didn't find him attractive.
It's back to the grind here. Back to school... back to reading more than I ever want to. And back to the insomnia. I am currently unable to fall asleep. It sucks. I lay here and just think. Mind racing all over the place. I can't ever seem to quiet down. Too many things to do, to plan... tomorrow is always another day. I don't get a day off of work until next Saturday... I just hope my mojo can last that long.
Current favorite song: Brooklyn by Wakey!Wakey! (yes it rocks)
Current favorite class: the one I have from 9-12 Monday, Wednesday, Friday. It's great, but it's also going to kill me.
Current favorite pastime: finding new recipes that I will probably never make
Current favorite CD: Ben Folds' Rockin' the Suburbs (yes it is still that fantastic)
My thoughts go out to the earthquake victims in Haiti. Can't wait to see how the Proposition 8 trial turns out. Seoul made it on New York Times' 31 Places to Go in 2010 list. Maybe I will venture that way this year. And finally, the BBC has told me that UK experts say having a large butt, hips, and thighs is good for my health. Does that mean I can stop working out?
It's back to the grind here. Back to school... back to reading more than I ever want to. And back to the insomnia. I am currently unable to fall asleep. It sucks. I lay here and just think. Mind racing all over the place. I can't ever seem to quiet down. Too many things to do, to plan... tomorrow is always another day. I don't get a day off of work until next Saturday... I just hope my mojo can last that long.
Current favorite song: Brooklyn by Wakey!Wakey! (yes it rocks)
Current favorite class: the one I have from 9-12 Monday, Wednesday, Friday. It's great, but it's also going to kill me.
Current favorite pastime: finding new recipes that I will probably never make
Current favorite CD: Ben Folds' Rockin' the Suburbs (yes it is still that fantastic)
My thoughts go out to the earthquake victims in Haiti. Can't wait to see how the Proposition 8 trial turns out. Seoul made it on New York Times' 31 Places to Go in 2010 list. Maybe I will venture that way this year. And finally, the BBC has told me that UK experts say having a large butt, hips, and thighs is good for my health. Does that mean I can stop working out?
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Dreams...
Are dreams our subconsciousness talking to us while we sleep? Or are dreams just crazy nonsense? I sure wish I could figure this out. Sometimes I have crazy dreams that I never want to have come true. I have dreams that are nightmares that make me want to die. Then there are the dreams that I wish would come true and I want to stay in the dream forever. I wish I had a dream genie who could make certain dreams come true. No, I don't want the dream about me running down my elementary school hallway naked to come true. And no, I don't want the dream of me getting sucked into the rapids of the Nile, drowning to death, to come true either. But some dreams would be nice. Like the time I win $100 million dollars and don't know what to do with all the money. Or... well you know... if you know me well enough, I bet you know what dreams I really want to come true. Especially now...
Finals are steadily approaching. I am almost done with my 1st semester of grad school. Hallelujah! Huzzah! Hooray! Let's just hope I pass. Because with the glasses of wine and rum/cokes I've been having at night... let's just say I haven't been very productive. But sometimes they're so nice and comforting after a long ass day of work and class and work and class AND work.
PS I am l.o.v.i.n.g. my Diet Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash. Totally worth it. Makes my day worth waking up for. And walking home for. Now if I could get some vodka to add to it, my life would be x2 better.
PPS I prefer Firefox to Internet Explorer.
PPPS I don't know how to go to bed early. NO matter how tired I am. It's weird.
Finals are steadily approaching. I am almost done with my 1st semester of grad school. Hallelujah! Huzzah! Hooray! Let's just hope I pass. Because with the glasses of wine and rum/cokes I've been having at night... let's just say I haven't been very productive. But sometimes they're so nice and comforting after a long ass day of work and class and work and class AND work.
PS I am l.o.v.i.n.g. my Diet Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash. Totally worth it. Makes my day worth waking up for. And walking home for. Now if I could get some vodka to add to it, my life would be x2 better.
PPS I prefer Firefox to Internet Explorer.
PPPS I don't know how to go to bed early. NO matter how tired I am. It's weird.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Dear...
Dear friends who read this and anyone else who is unfortunate enough to stumble upon my blog,
I am debating buying some Uggs... Yes, I know this will go against everything my Midwestern mind has been taught. But it is cold here, on the East coast... and I need boots. So unless you can come up with some other kinds of boots to keep my feetsies warm this winter, I may purchase some Uggs. Dont judge, suggest other options!
Dear Neighbor,
Whoever you are, you wear heels all the time. They may make you look 10 feet tall or give you a boost of confidence or are the only things you have to wear, but they are annoying. I can hear you tap tap tapping across the floor at 7am... at 8pm... How about we walk around the apartment barefoot for a while?
Dear Work,
I do like you. You pay me money. But I do not like the unexpected schedule change. You have officially taken over my weekends. I will see you again soon...
Dear Santa,
All I want for Christmas this year is money. Lots and Lot of money. If you could print like $100,000 for me, I would be grateful. Or at least enough to cover my rent and tuition, I'd be a happy camper. I always believed you were real. I swear. On my family's cat's life... all 9 of them. Please make my wish come true, oh please?!
Dear East Coast City,
It snowed. It looks awesome. Except now why the hell are you so icy? Not only are you icy... the stupid ice covers your stupid brick or cobblestone sidewalks. No, it does not make it any easier to walk on. Seriously, we need to consider laying concrete down... Brick just doesn't do it for my ankles. One of these days, I'm going to break one and then I'll really have something to bitch about.
I am debating buying some Uggs... Yes, I know this will go against everything my Midwestern mind has been taught. But it is cold here, on the East coast... and I need boots. So unless you can come up with some other kinds of boots to keep my feetsies warm this winter, I may purchase some Uggs. Dont judge, suggest other options!
Dear Neighbor,
Whoever you are, you wear heels all the time. They may make you look 10 feet tall or give you a boost of confidence or are the only things you have to wear, but they are annoying. I can hear you tap tap tapping across the floor at 7am... at 8pm... How about we walk around the apartment barefoot for a while?
Dear Work,
I do like you. You pay me money. But I do not like the unexpected schedule change. You have officially taken over my weekends. I will see you again soon...
Dear Santa,
All I want for Christmas this year is money. Lots and Lot of money. If you could print like $100,000 for me, I would be grateful. Or at least enough to cover my rent and tuition, I'd be a happy camper. I always believed you were real. I swear. On my family's cat's life... all 9 of them. Please make my wish come true, oh please?!
Dear East Coast City,
It snowed. It looks awesome. Except now why the hell are you so icy? Not only are you icy... the stupid ice covers your stupid brick or cobblestone sidewalks. No, it does not make it any easier to walk on. Seriously, we need to consider laying concrete down... Brick just doesn't do it for my ankles. One of these days, I'm going to break one and then I'll really have something to bitch about.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Attack of the Technology
Photocopy machines hate me. HATE ME. At work... it makes my lif difficult. It aways gets jammed... WTF! Aren't these things made to just work properly? BUT noooooooooo. I always have to fix it. I HATE THESE MACHINES! Too bad I must make the photocopie...
I am never getting pregnant. I don't want to and YOU can't make me. Ladies were talking about pregnancy at work. One of the doctors is pregnant... so many things you cannot eat. There are many restrictions on fish. Mostly you cannot eat sushi. SERIOUSLY? Sad! No coffee except decaf... I guess I don't drink coffee so it's not a big deal. Cravings and restrictions on diet- that's just dumb. I don't want to have to deal with that.
Private Practice tonight... a bomb will go off. I am pumped!!! Private practce has rocked this season. I am also enjoying Grey's Anatomy for a change. Yippee.
Why do computers and things technological hate me? They do. My computer... I think there's something wrong with it... again... ad it's new. Seriously? Why do things work for other people, but never for me? Why? WHYYYYYYYYY!
Happy Thursday!
I am never getting pregnant. I don't want to and YOU can't make me. Ladies were talking about pregnancy at work. One of the doctors is pregnant... so many things you cannot eat. There are many restrictions on fish. Mostly you cannot eat sushi. SERIOUSLY? Sad! No coffee except decaf... I guess I don't drink coffee so it's not a big deal. Cravings and restrictions on diet- that's just dumb. I don't want to have to deal with that.
Private Practice tonight... a bomb will go off. I am pumped!!! Private practce has rocked this season. I am also enjoying Grey's Anatomy for a change. Yippee.
Why do computers and things technological hate me? They do. My computer... I think there's something wrong with it... again... ad it's new. Seriously? Why do things work for other people, but never for me? Why? WHYYYYYYYYY!
Happy Thursday!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Today was not my day
As the title states, today was not my day... My sentences may be fragments today. So sue me.
1) 8AM- Forgot my student ID at home this morning. Couldn't get into the office for work. Waited by the door, knocked, 5-8 minutes later someone finally let me in.
2) 11:30AM- So tired, nodded off in class. No idea what my notes say. Sh*t.
3) 2PM- It's raining outside. Bottom of my pants are wet. I hate that feeling.
4) 3PM- Walking to drop off rent. Walking in the rain. Wearing flip-flops because I do not own rain boots and did not want my shoes to be wet for work. Stepped completely out of my flip-flop. Had to hobble back barefoot for it.
5) 5PM- Bought dinner. Brought it back to the store. Left it on the counter. Managed to knock it over onto the ground. Sh*t, no food for me. Including the giant cup of water I got from Starbucks. No water for me. Double sh*t.
6) 10PM- Trying to eat a Lean Pocket while writing a paper. Drop sauce on my shirt and yoga pants. F*CK ME. Must wash it before it stains.
These are the woes of my day. Not actually very significant. But compounding on the fact that I'm getting a sore throat, God knows I probably have H1N1, and I'm tired as _____... I am not exactly your happiest camper. No, this camper is just going to bed and hoping for a better day tomorrow. Wish me luck.
PS People really f*cking suck. We'll leave that statement as a general one about the world. No back story necessary.
1) 8AM- Forgot my student ID at home this morning. Couldn't get into the office for work. Waited by the door, knocked, 5-8 minutes later someone finally let me in.
2) 11:30AM- So tired, nodded off in class. No idea what my notes say. Sh*t.
3) 2PM- It's raining outside. Bottom of my pants are wet. I hate that feeling.
4) 3PM- Walking to drop off rent. Walking in the rain. Wearing flip-flops because I do not own rain boots and did not want my shoes to be wet for work. Stepped completely out of my flip-flop. Had to hobble back barefoot for it.
5) 5PM- Bought dinner. Brought it back to the store. Left it on the counter. Managed to knock it over onto the ground. Sh*t, no food for me. Including the giant cup of water I got from Starbucks. No water for me. Double sh*t.
6) 10PM- Trying to eat a Lean Pocket while writing a paper. Drop sauce on my shirt and yoga pants. F*CK ME. Must wash it before it stains.
These are the woes of my day. Not actually very significant. But compounding on the fact that I'm getting a sore throat, God knows I probably have H1N1, and I'm tired as _____... I am not exactly your happiest camper. No, this camper is just going to bed and hoping for a better day tomorrow. Wish me luck.
PS People really f*cking suck. We'll leave that statement as a general one about the world. No back story necessary.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
workity work
I am officially coo-coo. I am going to work 3 jobs and do school full-time. This reminds me of a former roommate of mine and if she could do it, so can I! Though she's way cooler and more normal than I am, so that might factor in a little.
Job 1- Gourmet food store. It's a retail job selling chocolate, foie gra, caviar, tea and such. I will be an expert European chocolate seller in no time.
Job 2- Office wench. I do whatever I'm told, which will mean paperwork stuff.
Job 3- Education assistant. What does this mean? Not sure. But something about assisting trainings that go on at school... or something to that effect. I'll let you know when I know more.
But that's it! I'm going to be a busy bee for the next month and in the coming semester. And I hope to God it helps me focus and forget the funkiness and stupidity. Maybe I'll regain a smidge of normalcy back. Because right now I'm approximately 150% not. I'm in that abyss of not. So this will be good for me. Or it will kill me. Either way, I can't wait to find out.
So I'm not going to Madison for Thanksgiving. I kind of want to... but I'm going home. Close enough to Madison. Way closer than I am now. I WILL try to go there over winter break. I want to. And I have decided that I don't want to allow my parents to dictate what I do over my break. Nope nope nope. I want to see my friends and relax. So y'all who read this mumbo jumbo that I write and are in the Sconnie area, I'll see you in Madison... maybe for my b-day?! New Years?! Say yes because I need/want/crave a Spotted Cow.
Favorites right now:
Music: Sex on Fire- Kings of Leon
Book: Don't read anymore, so I have no idea (isn't that sad?)
TV Show: Brothers and Sisters
When I'm in the Apartment: Trying to wear the least amount of clothing possible... or as appropriate. hahaha
Thought: How it will be nice to have money to invest in a pair of shoes one of these days = First paycheck
Website: Perez Hilton, what better way to waste time than on trashy celeblogs
I hope Peace and Happiness follows you everywhere you go.
Job 1- Gourmet food store. It's a retail job selling chocolate, foie gra, caviar, tea and such. I will be an expert European chocolate seller in no time.
Job 2- Office wench. I do whatever I'm told, which will mean paperwork stuff.
Job 3- Education assistant. What does this mean? Not sure. But something about assisting trainings that go on at school... or something to that effect. I'll let you know when I know more.
But that's it! I'm going to be a busy bee for the next month and in the coming semester. And I hope to God it helps me focus and forget the funkiness and stupidity. Maybe I'll regain a smidge of normalcy back. Because right now I'm approximately 150% not. I'm in that abyss of not. So this will be good for me. Or it will kill me. Either way, I can't wait to find out.
So I'm not going to Madison for Thanksgiving. I kind of want to... but I'm going home. Close enough to Madison. Way closer than I am now. I WILL try to go there over winter break. I want to. And I have decided that I don't want to allow my parents to dictate what I do over my break. Nope nope nope. I want to see my friends and relax. So y'all who read this mumbo jumbo that I write and are in the Sconnie area, I'll see you in Madison... maybe for my b-day?! New Years?! Say yes because I need/want/crave a Spotted Cow.
Favorites right now:
Music: Sex on Fire- Kings of Leon
Book: Don't read anymore, so I have no idea (isn't that sad?)
TV Show: Brothers and Sisters
When I'm in the Apartment: Trying to wear the least amount of clothing possible... or as appropriate. hahaha
Thought: How it will be nice to have money to invest in a pair of shoes one of these days = First paycheck
Website: Perez Hilton, what better way to waste time than on trashy celeblogs
Monday, November 16, 2009
Check... Reality check, that is
I'm really starting to hate growing up. It's mostly just painful and and overall shitty experience. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Gag me. I'm starting to hate it, but I know it's necessary. Life is less than fairy tale. Depressing depressing depressing... it's like I'm a broken record. Stupid little girl, right? Yea, I agree with you. Don't worry. I'm working on it.
I now have a job. Well, I haven't started it yet. But I have one! Actually... I potentially have like 4. I have to figure out how to reject one or a few. 3 months of trying and I finally have potential to have an income. You have no idea how nice that is. I'm really tired of sitting around on my ass, only doing school, and watching my bank account shrink.Yippee!
I now have a job. Well, I haven't started it yet. But I have one! Actually... I potentially have like 4. I have to figure out how to reject one or a few. 3 months of trying and I finally have potential to have an income. You have no idea how nice that is. I'm really tired of sitting around on my ass, only doing school, and watching my bank account shrink.Yippee!
Friday, October 2, 2009
This one's a little... depressing?
Have no fear, J, you are still not good enough to get hired for a job. We are delighted to have you read rejection email number 27 that says: "you had a great resume and interview, but you aren't good enough for us to want to hire you." Ding ding ding!
This really makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. To the point where I have been completely unproductive this afternoon. Rather than writing the paper that I need to, I have been sleeping to avoid listening to my brain. Though it is only 5ish, I kind of want to drink myself into a stupor and pass out forever. You know, it's one thing to have friends you can hang out with, who will give you a hug when you're having a bad day, and who will sit and sympathize with you (by drinking your sorrows away). It's another to do it by yourself. It's really depressing. I'm depressing... I'm starting to hate myself for this depressing funk I'm in. Too bad I don't know to fix it... other than trying some drugs... Coke or heroin, anyone???
This really makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. To the point where I have been completely unproductive this afternoon. Rather than writing the paper that I need to, I have been sleeping to avoid listening to my brain. Though it is only 5ish, I kind of want to drink myself into a stupor and pass out forever. You know, it's one thing to have friends you can hang out with, who will give you a hug when you're having a bad day, and who will sit and sympathize with you (by drinking your sorrows away). It's another to do it by yourself. It's really depressing. I'm depressing... I'm starting to hate myself for this depressing funk I'm in. Too bad I don't know to fix it... other than trying some drugs... Coke or heroin, anyone???
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Impossible headache
I have sent out email after email with cover letters and resumes. I have made phone calls and stared at craigslist until my eyes glaze over. I don't know what I'm going to do. I cannot NOT have a job. Money is tight, and I really can't survive here without finding some source of income. I really wish money grew on trees sometimes... or I found a sugar daddy who just wanted to give me money and I wouldn't have to do "favors" for him. I'm praying for patience as I keep searching. Maybe something amazing will finally hit me... I hope.
Mantra: Breathe, have patience, don't panic
Mantra: Breathe, have patience, don't panic
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Settling In
I am happy to say that I am essentially unpacked (except for a few random boxes I still don't know what to do with). My room is complete and the apartment has furniture. It's starting to look more like a place to live rather than a concrete box.
My only real goal before school starts is to find a job. I desperately need one with tuition payments and rent due soon. I get scared when I know there is no income coming into my bank account; there's only money going out. I've sent out resume after resume, cover letter after cover letter, email after email. We'll see what happens. I hope to find something soon!
I really think I'm going to like it here. The Boston Common and Public Gardens are amazing. The city itself is great; I love just walking around with my iPod on and building/people watching. As scary as I thought my neighborhood was when I first moved here, I don't feel as nervous about it anymore. Now it's just something I'm getting used to. The only annoying part is the honking ouside my bedroom window at all hours of the day and random (drunk or mentally challenged, I can never tell) people screaming outside about something. I like to peek across the street into these amazing loft condos. The people never close their blinds and their lofts look amazingly nice. I wish I had money to live there. I have been making Chinese food for myself and it's really nice to know that once I run out, I'll have the Chinese grocery store right around the corner to shop at. No matter how long I'm here for, I know I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts (and let's hope it's not too long).
My only real goal before school starts is to find a job. I desperately need one with tuition payments and rent due soon. I get scared when I know there is no income coming into my bank account; there's only money going out. I've sent out resume after resume, cover letter after cover letter, email after email. We'll see what happens. I hope to find something soon!
I really think I'm going to like it here. The Boston Common and Public Gardens are amazing. The city itself is great; I love just walking around with my iPod on and building/people watching. As scary as I thought my neighborhood was when I first moved here, I don't feel as nervous about it anymore. Now it's just something I'm getting used to. The only annoying part is the honking ouside my bedroom window at all hours of the day and random (drunk or mentally challenged, I can never tell) people screaming outside about something. I like to peek across the street into these amazing loft condos. The people never close their blinds and their lofts look amazingly nice. I wish I had money to live there. I have been making Chinese food for myself and it's really nice to know that once I run out, I'll have the Chinese grocery store right around the corner to shop at. No matter how long I'm here for, I know I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts (and let's hope it's not too long).
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
A Chapter In My Life Is Coming To An End
Sometimes I can’t help but marvel. After 4 years of college, I am still working a job that could be done by a robot. I am essentially an office worker bee. Can I just say it’s frustrating and boring me to tears? I’m pretty sure I have more brain cells, brain power, and overall intelligence to do something more than type information into a database, sort and send out mail, and do mundane tasks that my boss doesn’t feel like doing on her own. I have to keep telling myself: 3 more weeks until it’s over. BUT it is some good experience- letters of rec, you know? And it’s true; I have 3 more weeks until I move out of my apartment. I’m going to move to my parents’ home for a little less than a week and then I’m leaving the Midwest!! The knowledge that I’m moving away from the only state I’ve ever considered home has been slowly sinking in, but I don’t think it has fully hit me yet. Maybe once I’m actually moved into my new apartment (which I’m paying a horrifying amount of money for), it’ll hit me. And knowing myself, it’ll probably hit me on the head with the same feeling as if a sledgehammer landed on me. Then I’ll probably finally figure it out that I’m officially moving on to a new chapter of my life, one I will title: Grad School.
In life, most of us have the standard chapters: Elementary School, Middle School, High School, and College. After college though, everyone’s chapters start to differ. Actually people’s chapters usually start to change after high school, but for generalization purposes, I’ll say college (of any sort). After graduating college, some people go on to join the workforce, others take a year off from school before returning again (working, running around the world, or just relaxing for a while), while still others jump right into more school. I would fit into the last category. I can’t say I’m completely happy with this decision, but it is a means to an end. I would love to take some time off, travel and learn different things that aren’t always taught within the confined 4 walls of a classroom. But I’m still not stepping outside the boundaries set by… oh let’s say, my parents… quite yet. They seem to have this idea that right after college, I should go to grad school in order to keep the momentum going. After a long of thinking about it, I decided not to fight them. It wasn’t worth it. (If there’s one thing I’ve learned about my family and how to deal with them, I know when it’s smarter and easier to just not start the fight.) Plus, I knew what I wanted to go to grad school for and they would be willing to help me out a little financially. Thus I will be attending grad school in the fall. The one decision I made for myself was to leave the comfort zone of the familiar Midwest. I decided to spread my wings a little and try living somewhere completely new for a while. Maybe I’ll love it, maybe I’ll hate it, but at least I’ll be able to look back and say I tried it.
We’ll have to see what I have to say after a month of classes- maybe I will be freaking out and will look back on this post and say, “Psh, biggest mistake ever.” Or I could possible say, “I love it here! Best decision ever.” Guess I’ll have to wait and see.
In life, most of us have the standard chapters: Elementary School, Middle School, High School, and College. After college though, everyone’s chapters start to differ. Actually people’s chapters usually start to change after high school, but for generalization purposes, I’ll say college (of any sort). After graduating college, some people go on to join the workforce, others take a year off from school before returning again (working, running around the world, or just relaxing for a while), while still others jump right into more school. I would fit into the last category. I can’t say I’m completely happy with this decision, but it is a means to an end. I would love to take some time off, travel and learn different things that aren’t always taught within the confined 4 walls of a classroom. But I’m still not stepping outside the boundaries set by… oh let’s say, my parents… quite yet. They seem to have this idea that right after college, I should go to grad school in order to keep the momentum going. After a long of thinking about it, I decided not to fight them. It wasn’t worth it. (If there’s one thing I’ve learned about my family and how to deal with them, I know when it’s smarter and easier to just not start the fight.) Plus, I knew what I wanted to go to grad school for and they would be willing to help me out a little financially. Thus I will be attending grad school in the fall. The one decision I made for myself was to leave the comfort zone of the familiar Midwest. I decided to spread my wings a little and try living somewhere completely new for a while. Maybe I’ll love it, maybe I’ll hate it, but at least I’ll be able to look back and say I tried it.
We’ll have to see what I have to say after a month of classes- maybe I will be freaking out and will look back on this post and say, “Psh, biggest mistake ever.” Or I could possible say, “I love it here! Best decision ever.” Guess I’ll have to wait and see.
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