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I reflected on how I had not completed my Spanish homework. We were supposed to read a short story by Isabel Allende and answer questions on it. I was wondering why I prioritize my schoolwork so that Spanish is usually the last that I work on. I am lazy about Spanish in part because I am naturally good at it; I can usually pick up languages very fast, and I love learning them.
The other part that makes me very perezosa about Spanish is that I have no particular passion for it. I realized this fact as I was driving today. It is not the language I would have chosen for my second idiom, I have enjoyed learning Italian and Japanese more. I do not have an engrossing interest in the cultures of South and Central America. I do not plan to work in a Spanish-speaking country (unless it were sunny Spain ;-]). It is a useful language, I have many good friends that I speak Spanish with and I loved my trips to Honduras.
The thing is, I have been immersed in the Spanish language for so long [11 years = half of my life] that it has become as much a part of me as my earlobes. I don't spend time thinking about my earlobes, I don't particularly love them: they just make up part of me. We had to learn Spanish in middle school (which was not the intro courses that are usually taught, this was high school level Spanish), we traveled to Honduras in middle school, I took it all through high school, I am minoring in it now in college, I helped develop a college-level Spanish course with a professor and I tutored it at Schoolcraft.
This lack of passion was reinforced today as I sat in class. Our professor (whom I enjoy very much, as I have enjoyed most of my Spanish teachers) was going over some grammar rules and explaining in detail the reasons behind them. I felt like I had hit a wall. I don't really care to go beyond a certain point in this language, and I certainly do not want to become a Spanish teacher. It called into question why I am minoring in it. The answer is that I would feel like a quitter if I did not do something with this language that has made up so much of my life and is now ingrained in me.
I am happy that I can hold my own side of the conversation in Spanish, I can understand Hispanic films, and that I could have produced a comparable version of this journal entry in Spanish but I have no desire to go beyond that. So I will receive my Anthropology degree with Spanish as a minor. And I will move on to other things.
(It feels and smells like spring today, I anticipate the warmer weather...) |
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| 10:06pm 30/07/2008 |
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At Barnes and Noble, it is Twilight mania due to the fact that the 4th book in the series is being released on Saturday. So I decided to get on the bandwagon and try it out.
Alright, I need some opinions. Am I just not getting it? I got half-way through the book and realized I was in danger of throwing up my dinner if I read anymore. I realize I am not a fan of romance novels in general, and I definitely was not expecting this book to be the sappy-ass piece of melodramatic NON-climactic shit it was.
I am sorry, but I had high hopes. I feel majorly let down. I literally can't turn another page lest I start banging my head against a wall. I am on page 367 and am still in search of a plot.
So what is it? Why does this book have so many fans? There were a FEW clever bits, but definitely not enough to carry any weight for the rest of the story. Please SOMEONE give me a reason to finish this book. Tell me that it gets better if I just keep going. I need to restore my faith in humanity by believing that millions of people love this "novel" (the novel itself is like fan fiction) for a legit reason.
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| What It Means To Be Irish |
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| 06:05pm 07/02/2008 |
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Okay, so this is coming from an email that I got. Also, it comes from a desire that February should be cut right out of the calendar. Yes, I do believe that we should basically go straight from Christmas to St. Patrick's Day. I don't think I'm alone in this. It's pretty scarily true, but I bolded the one's that I personally identify with...LOL.
1) You will never play professional basketball.
2) You swear very well.
3) At least one of your cousins holds political office.
4) You think you sing very well.
5) You have no idea how to make a long story short
6) You are very good at playing a lot of very bad golf.
7) There isn't a huge difference between losing your temper and killing someone...
8) Much of your food was boiled.
9) You have never hit your head on the ceiling.
10) You spent a good portion of your childhood kneeling.
11) You're strangely poetic after a few beers.
12) You're, therefore, poetic a lot.
13) You will be punched for no good reason...a lot.
14) Some punches directed at you are legacies from past generations.
15) Your sister will punch you because your brother punched her.
16) Many of your sisters are Catherine, Elizabeth or Mary....and one is Mary Catherine Elizabeth.
17) Someone in your family is incredibly cheap. It is more than likely you.
18) You may not know the words, but that doesn't stop you from singing.
19) You can't wait for the other guy to stop talking so you can start talking.
20) "Irish Stew" is the euphemism for "boiled leftovers from the fridge."
21) You're not nearly as funny as you think you are, but what you lack in talent, you make up for in frequency.
22) There wasn't a huge difference between your last wake and your last keg party.
23) You are, or know someone, named "Murph".
24) If you don't know Murph, then you know Mac, if you don't know Murph or Mac, then you know Sully, and you'll probably also know Sully McMurphy
25) You are genetically incapable of keeping a secret. (I think we all know this about me at this point. In fact, I think people know this about me when we shake "Hello".)
26) Your parents were on a first name basis with everyone at the local emergency room.
27) And last but not least... Being Irish means... your attention span is so short that ... oh, forget it.
A couple from my experience:
What Freud said about the Irish is: We're the only people who are impervious to psychoanalysis.
I also think that we wear our hearts on our sleeves, and we have a definite problem with keeping our emotions inside. In fact, I think we bleed emotion. |
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| 06:46pm 03/02/2008 |
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...when you talk to your best friend Katez for 3 hours.
We've decided that love is not a constant. You can love someone one week, but hate them the next. I think it is a common (false) idea that you can love someone all the time. In my experience, it is just not possible because everyone tests the boundaries of your love. Also, I think it is definitely harder to love people you are related to sometimes because you don't get to choose them. You get to pick your friends, so it is in some ways easier to love them. Love is very elusive sometimes.
We've also decided that happiness is a choice. Every person has had a shit time in their lives, strength comes in realizing that sometimes there is nothing you can do about it and therefore deciding to be happy in your daily life. I think those that do this are the great amongst us.
Guys take themselves too seriously. Why can't they just have fun? I honestly think that this is why we have wars. If guys learned to lighten up a little, we wouldn't be bombing each other right now. Give me an example where a woman started a war, please. Why can't we all just go out, date, have fun, and make out later? Why do we have to get all hung up on the past and the future? Just saying.
I have a fear of dependence on foreign er, things (for lack of a better word). Such as drugs (including prescriptions), guns, alcohol, people (like a co-dependence thing), cigarettes, sex toys, etc. I like to rely on myself, for better or worse.
I think the people I hate most in this world are the fakers. Why do anything if you are not going to be genuine about it? Why say anything if you don't mean it? Why promise to do something if you have no intention of going through with it? That is one thing I can't stand for. When I care about someone, damn it, I CARE about them!
Also, I think some of my favorite times in life have been when I feel connected with people. Even random people. Like when you go to a concert and everyone is jumping up and down to the music in sync. Or when some stranger sees you and knows that something is wrong in your life, so they give you a hug. Or when you go to the club and the music is so loud that you can feel it in your chest and you know that everyone else is experiencing the same thing. It makes me feel vibrant and alive, part of a whole, you know? It makes me feel that what I want to do for a living is worth it.
Finally, I recognize that I have the two best friends in the world. They are my collective rock. It means so much to me that I can tell them everything and not have to worry about how they are going to take what I say. I spend so much time worrying about how so-and-so will take this, or if I do that how it will affect them...
I think that everyone just wants to be understood, and I think we should spend more time trying to relate to people. It would save a lot of bloodshed, says I.
Oy, that was random but I'm glad I got it out there. Any thoughts, please share. |
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| 04:29pm 24/01/2008 |
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Firstly, I love going online behind my boss' back. So satisfying.
Secondly, Katez is having a very hard time right now and I just want to say that I recognize that and that I'm thinking of her always. And I'm very sorry for what happened this week... :-(
Thirdly, I am excited to see the ice sculptures in Ply-moooth this weekend. :-D
Unless they change the date on me again, those saucy minxes.
Fourthly, I can't wait for Chicago!!
-Chels |
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| 04:03pm 02/01/2008 |
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So I just want to say that at 2am yesterday, I did the scariest thing that I have ever done in my life. And I have done some scary shit! I have had a huge snake around my neck, I have stood at the top of the thousand-foot drop of the Cliffs of Moher, and I have careened around a mountaintop road on a moped in Oahu. So what did I do, exactly?
I told a boy that I liked him.
And I was quaking in my boots.
And I am still recovering. |
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| 06:55pm 13/07/2007 |
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I have to declare at this time how much I enjoy reading Stephen King's articles in Entertainment Weekly; that guy cracks me up. This is from: http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20044270_20044274_20044682,00.html
Goodbye, Harry
Our columnist knows from writing his ''Dark Tower'' series that every story needs closure -- even if one ending can't please 'em all
By Stephen King
I'm having a day of mixed feelings: happy because I'm reading the manuscript of a novel that's full of magic, mystery, and monsters; sad because it will be finished tomorrow and on my shelf, with all its secrets told and its surviving characters set free to live their own lives (if characters have lives beyond the end of a novel — I've always felt they do). It's called The Monsters of Templeton, by Lauren Groff, and it will be published early next year.
Did you think I meant the final Harry Potter tale? Don't be a sillykins — not even your Uncle Stevie gets that one in advance (although I'm sure you agree that he should, he should). But I expect to face the same feelings, only stronger, when the pages of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows dwindle down to the final few. Hell, I had trouble saying goodbye to Tony Soprano, and let's face it — he was a turd. Harry's one of the good guys. One of the great guys, in fact, and the same holds true for his friends.
The sense of sadness I feel at the approaching end of The Monsters of Templeton isn't just because the story's going to be over; when you read a good one — and this is a very good one — those feelings are deepened by the realization that you probably won't tie into anything that much fun again for a long time. This particular melancholy deepens even more when the story is spread over multiple volumes. I felt it as I approached the end of Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast trilogy, more strongly as I neared the conclusion of Frodo's quest in The Lord of the Rings, and with painful keenness when, as the writer, I got to the end of The Dark Tower, which stretched over seven volumes and a quarter century's writing time.
When it comes to Harry, part of me — a fairly large part, actually — can hardly bear to say goodbye. I'd guess that J.K. Rowling feels the same, although I'd also guess those feelings are mingled with the relief of knowing that the work is finally done, for better or worse.
And I'm a grown-up, for God's sake — a damn Muggle! Think how it must be for all the kids who were 8 when Harry debuted in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, with its cartoon jacket and modest (500 copies) first edition. Those kids are now 18, and when they close the final book, they will be in some measure closing the book on their own childhoods — magic summers spent in the porch swing, or reading under the covers at camp with flashlights in hand, or listening to Jim Dale's recordings on long drives to see Grandma in Cincinnati or Uncle Bob in Wichita. My advice to families containing Harry Potter readers: Stock up on the Kleenex. You're gonna need it. It's all made worse by one unavoidable fact: It's not just Harry. It's time to say goodbye to the whole cast, from Moaning Myrtle to Scabbers the rat (a.k.a. Wormtail). Which leads to an interesting question — will the final volume satisfy Harry's longtime (and very devoted) readers?
Although the only thing we can be sure of is that Deathly Hallows won't end in a 10-second blackout (you're going to hear that a lot in the next few weeks), my guess is that large numbers of readers will not be satisfied even if Harry survives (I'm betting he will) and Lord Voldemort is vanquished (I'm betting on this, too, although evil is never vanquished for long). I'm partly drawing on my own experience with The Dark Tower (reader satisfaction with the ending was low — tough titty, since it was the only one I had); partly on my belief that very few long works end as felicitously as Tolkien's Rings series, with its beautiful pilgrimage into the Grey Havens; but mostly on the fact that there is that sadness, that inevitable parting from characters who have been loved deeply by many. The Internet blog sites will be full of this was bad and that was wrong, but it's going to boil down to something that many will feel and few will come right out and state: No ending can be right, because it shouldn't be over at all. The magic is not supposed to go away.
Rowling will almost certainly go on to other works, and they may be terrific, but it won't be quite the same, and I'm sure she knows that. Readers will be able to go back and reread the existing books — as I've gone back to Tolkien, as my wife goes back to Patrick O'Brian's wonderful sea stories featuring Captain Aubrey and Dr. Maturin, as others do with novels featuring Travis McGee or Lord Peter Wimsey — and rereading is a great pleasure, but it's not the bated-breath, what's-gonna-happen-next suspense that Potter readers have enjoyed since 1997. And, of course, Harry's audience is different. It is, in large part, made up of children who will be experiencing these unique and rather terrible feelings for the first time.
But there's comfort. There are always more good stories, and now and then there are great stories. They come along if you wait for them. And here's something I believe in my heart: No story can be great without closure. There must be closure, because it's the human condition. And since that's how it is, I'll be in line with my money in my hand on July 21.
And, I must admit, sorrow in my heart.
So, on a side note: I need to go on a date. If anyone wants to set me up, I'm game. ;-D
And on a side side note: I loved Order of the Phoenix! Definitely cried. Oh, it was so great. |
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| 04:54pm 22/06/2007 |
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HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER!!!
No, I will NOT calm down, its the last book: this is MY TIME!!!!!!
HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!!
SQUEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
And I FINALLY have all my money taken care of for Romania. *Starting to get very excited for the trip!!* |
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| 05:54pm 20/06/2007 |
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*So incredibly excited for HP OOtP!!!!!!!*
And for HP DH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And Renee and I have officially made the decree that men are retarded. They think "food food food food sex food food food food food food...
...3 weeks later...
food food food sex food food hoummous that rings a bell bell rhymes with Chel as in Chelsea OH SHIT!!! I was supposed to call her!!!!!!!!"
Whereas girls think "John John John John John John oh yeah I have to eat something chocolate John John John when the FUCK is he going to call me oh John!!??"
So yeah. That's how it goes methinks. He hasn't called me back.
Scott was drunk the other night after Dave's party and he went to CVS and bought a Monster drink and condoms.
He lost the condoms.
He still hasn't found the condoms.
*HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH*
So I'm leaving for Romania next Friday. WHEEEEEEE!!!! |
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| 02:01pm 06/04/2007 |
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...I had some interesting thoughts. I just got done reading "The Roots of Desire" by Marion Roach. She discusses the history and meaning of red hair extensively.
I have brown hair naturally, but I dye it red. I have been dying it red for the past 6 years (with a few exceptions, notably when it was black). As such, I believe I have made my red hair as much a part of me as my laugh. I even tried to dye it brown a few months ago, and it faded back to red. I feel that I should have been born with red hair, and I feel that that color most expresses myself as a person. However, I will never forget the reaction that I got from my coworkers at my golf course when I told them it was not my natural colour. People expressed feelings of shock, disbelieving and a little bit of anger! On the one hand I am flattered because it seems that the people around me see my hair colour as the one that reflects my personality best. On the other hand, I do not see why we place so much importance on certain things being "natural". I am proud of being a redhead, whether or not I was born one.
I am also proud of being Irish. I am not 100% Irish; German, Native American, and Scottish are also in my blood. When I tell people I am not 100%, many disregard me as somehow not worthy to claim this part of me as my ancestry. The thing is (sorry Germans, Native Americans, and Scots) I am most proud of my Irish ancestry. I have studied the culture, learned the history, traveled to Ireland, and rolled my eyes at people on St. Patty's Day. I feel that I belong most to Ireland, and fit in amongst the people best (and NOT because of my red hair! Only 10% of Irish people have red hair.). I feel that I am somehow more worthy to call myself Irish because I take a profound interest in all things Irish than those 100% Irish-Americans who do nothing more than go out and get drunk on St. Patrick's Day. (Sorry.)
The thing is, we are who we make ourselves. And from now on, to anyone that asks, I am Irish and I have red hair. |
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| Awesome Blossom, Little Possum! |
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| 01:49pm 22/02/2007 |
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So, according to my Psychology class, I am sleep deprived. *Shrug*
I might be the new lead for the cafe (assistant manager type job) cuz John is leaving. And I am sad... :-(
I still have to buy my book for my computer class which I have yet to do any work for, heheehe... And I have go to this bullshit orientation with my teacher today. Blech.
I also still have to pay Mark the money that I owe him, and I am debating as to whether or not I should make the trip to Chi-town cont'd, because of the Pogues playing there and all. For sure I am going this weekend, but oh I don't know! And the show is at 7pm and I don't know if Katez can make it then. It's just estra (yes eStra) money out of my pocket that I can't really spend, unfortunately. Maybe we can see them in Europe this summer!! (Lightbulb!!!)
Colin is doing okay, they didn't have to do surgery. He came home from the University of Michigan hospital last night.
Sooooo, yeah. Just business and trying to find a hotel/hostel we can stay in whilst at Chi-town.
I sincerely 'ope everyone is having an okay (and 'opefully not sleep deprived) day!!
~Chels |
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| 02:43pm 20/02/2007 |
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My little brother Colin just broke his leg skiing. I just got the call 1 hour ago, while I'm waiting for this lady to show up so I could tutor her. She never showed, BTW, and never called. I feel so bad though, and I'm worried cuz when I called him back he was crying and saying how much it hurt. :-(!!!!!!!!
I am going with peeps to Chi-town this weekend. I REALLY wish we were going the weekend after because Shane MacGowan is playing there with the Pogues... ;-0!!! Boo-hoo...
I have to go look for hotels now, so ciao! I 'ope everyone's day is going fably!
~Chels |
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I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. Valentine's Day wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I really felt the love from my friends and ex. Yes, even Mark called me to wish me a Happy V-day.
Can I just say that I'm getting really pissed off that EVERY college in Michigan has fucking Sociology but not Anthro!? I fucking HATE Sociology! Or when the college actually DOES have it, it's under the title "Sociology and Anthropology Major". WTF!??!?! It's a bitch trying to find your program at another college, let me just say that.
So I just want to say that I have just added someone to my list of heroes. His name is Joe Strummer. Proof that you don't need drugs to make great music.
So now my list is as follows:
Bono
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| 01:30pm 06/02/2007 |
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I broke up with Mark on Saturday night... We would have been dating for 2 years on the 19th.
The reason? I am only 20 years old. I just want to see what else is out there, I guess. How will I know without a doubt that I love Mark if I don't experience life without him? I am happy about it but also very sad. Everything I look at right now reminds me of him. I'm sitting in class today thinking that I wouldn't be there if he hadn't loaned me the money. He took me to Hawaii!
Garrrrr...
I just feel very lonesome right now, es todo. And I miss him. And Katez, and Scooter. :-(
And now I have to go change my relationship status on Facebook. How depressing!
"Won't you please let me go...
These words lie inside, they hurt me so..." |
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| Finally! |
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| 03:12pm 05/01/2007 |
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So I'm finally putting together Pip's and mine's art business. We are going to start a website and go to art fairs starting this year! YEAH! So that's what I've been doing today, trying to get info about tax licenses and such... So we'll see. I have to go to work now though, so ttul! |
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| 01:18pm 04/12/2006 |
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Well to sum up, the semester has been eventful.
I am still working at B&N, and I am also tutoring Spanish and working at a bead store. I am also in school, and have signed up for my classes for next semester.
I am going to Hawaii tomorrow, and am seeing U2 in concert in Honolulu! General admission, baby!
And Dan, if you're reading this: I'll be going to Cali! For like 2 hours in a layover, lol.
Welp, gtg to work and then gotta pack!
Have a great time, all!
~Chels
P.S. Casino Royale is a gaaareat movie! Go see it! |
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| 02:46pm 25/06/2006 |
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You guys, I am so sad.
You don't even understand. I just found out that one of my favorite authors of all time, Pete McCarthy, is dead. What's even more depressing is that he's been dead for 2 years now.
AND I HAD NO IDEA!
His book, McCarthy's Bar is one of the funniest books I ever written. I've read it like 5 times. It was the book I was reading when I met my boyfriend. I just finished his follow-up book The Road to McCarthy a few days ago. He's leagues better than Bill Bryson. So I go online yesterday to see if he was working on any more books, and I find his fucking obituary!
He died at 51 from cancer in 2004.
I am seriously going to cry. He was one of my most favorite people in the world, and I never even got the chance to meet him. And he was planning on writing a third book in the series.
And my personal favorite:
I will definitely remember you, Pete. Your stories and your humor.
So I've decided to become a travel writer and dedicate my books to him. :-D
...Starting with THE EUROPE TRIP TO RULE THEM ALL 2007!!!!!!
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On a happier note: Renee, Ang and I are leaving for the Gathering in Toronto on Thursday. Thursday night we are seeing Pilate (the band) and staying in a hostel. Then we are checking into the Sheraton on Friday for the convention. Again, here's the website for FOR ANY LAST MINUTE TAKERS.
Sorry I haven't updated in a while. For those who haven't found me, here's my MySpace.
Ta,
Chels |
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| 05:44pm 31/05/2006 |
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Oh wow, what a day. What a weekend, in fact.
LOL, I just realized I haven't updated for a while...
So this weekend I drove up with a bunch of my peeps to visit my bestest bud Katez. She lives in the U.P. of Michigan, aka Middle Of Nowhere But Very Pretty.
I take over the wheel from Mark and not ten minutes went by until a cop pulled me over for speeding. I was going 20 miles over the speed limit (did I mention we were in the middle of nowhere?) and he ending up writing me a ticket for 5 over. I was kinda lucky. SHITE! I still need to call the courthouse...Oh well. I didn't do much driving after that, as you can imagine.
So we FINALLY got to Katez' and Rachel's apartment after getting lost. Did I say apartment? I meant HOBBIT HOUSE. Seriously. It was ridiculously small. Way cute though. So we kinda made a communal bed in front of the TV. I'm talking anywhere from 6-12 people sleeping in this house. WOW it was special.
Then we did a lot of hanging out on the beach.
(Me, Ang, Pip, Katez respectively)
There was a Nathan who popped into that one, hehe.
(Pip, Me, Katez)
A Rachel was thrown on top of us...
Nathan died. (Seriously, doesn't he look dead? He sleeps with his eyes open, Gandalf-like.)
We ate Rachel for lack of food.
Katez' Venus commercial.
I drew on Ang with oil pastel.
Dorkwads Nathan and Jeremy.
And yeah. That's all I have for now.
Other highlights...We met a sassy 52 year old Thai lady named Aoy who owns The Rice Paddy (a restaurant in Marquette). We saw a sign that said "Beat the Tourists" (with what? ROFL). I got hit on at the same gas station (once on the way up, once on the way down; BLECH!). Shopping! Um, we saw a fully-arched rainbow! It was spank-ass.
It's just really beautiful up there by Lake Superior. I had a blast. It was great to relax and not work.
Annnnd speaking of work, today was my first day back. I had to work at good old Barnes and Noble. I also got to meet THE BIGGEST FUCKING BITCH EVER! YAYAYAYAYAY!
Her: I would like a decaf venti mocha with skim milk.
Me: Ok. [I start making it.]
Her: Can YOU make sure there's no FROTH? [I can't hear her over the steam wand.]
Her: Excuse me, YOU. Can you make sure there's no FROTH!?
Me: [Look up] Oh, yes.
Her: Um, can YOU HEAR ME? You are being rude!
Me: I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I was being rude.
Her: Yes, yes you were.
Me: [Finish the drink and pass it to her. In a slightly sarcastic voice:] THANK you. Have a good day. [Walk to the back to get away from her and get a pastry for the bake case]
MEANWHILE: The lady walks back to the counter and tells my co-worker, "This drink is half-filled with FROTH. Obviously SHE'S upset, so could you remake it?" [I wasn't UPSET, I was trying to restrain myself from breaking her neck and slamming her head on the counter.]
Kristen: Yes, I will. But you should know that there's always a little froth that gets out.
Her: No there isn't. I used to work in a cafe. You just use the knife. [Oh, I'll USE the knife!!!]
After she gets her drink she says "Thank you" in that tone that implies her trying to get Kristen on her side and make me look like a bitch. [Kristen told me all this later...]
I come out and start filling the bake case.
Her: YOU.
[I was facing away from her and didn't say anything.]
Her: YOU! What is your name.
I grab my nametag and go "CHELSEA."
Her: Thanks. I didn't EXPECT this at a STARBUCK'S!
Me [In my head]: FUCKING BITCH WE'RE NOT A FUCKING STARBUCK'S!!!!!!!!!!!! WE'RE A BARRNEEEESSSSS ANDDDDD NOBBBBLEEEEE CAAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEEE THATTTTT SERRRRRVVVESSS STARRRRRBBBUUUUCCKKKKKSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
You would understand if you had to explain this every time someone handed you a Starbuck's gift card. AKA 53 times a day.
A couple comments on this episode;
How to Behave in an American Cafe:
1. Know precisely what you are ordering when you come up to the counter. Please do not shout out extra frills after the barista has already started the drink.
2. Use the barista's names. That is what the nametags are for. Please refrain from saying "Hey You." THAT is rude.
3. Do not assume that referring to someone as YOU will get their attention, especially while there is loud machinery nearby.
4. Every person is different. I personally am very adept at tuning people out, especially and not always intentionally when I am focused on doing something else.
Oh well, as Kevin (another co-worker) said. "These assholes don't realize how much laughter we get from them. The 2 minutes that you want them to die are nothing to the weeks of amusement thereafter."
He's right. I feel much better now that I have that off my chest. |
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If I were a month, I would be: September
If I were a day of the week, I would be: Friday
If I were a time of day, I would be: An in-between time, dusk or dawn
If I were a planet, I would be: Saturn
If I were a sea animal, I would be: Does a platypus count?
If I were a direction, I would be: East
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be: Hammock?
If I were a sin, I would be: Gluttony
If I were a historical figure I would be: Granuaile
If I were a liquid, I would be: Sangria!
If I were a stone, I would be: Jade
If I were a tree, I would be: Willow
If I were a bird, I would be: Phoenix (hey! I'll never be a bird anyways!)
If I were a tool, I would be: Monkey wrench!
If I were a flower, I would be: Tiger Lily
If I were a type of weather, I would be: Heat Storm (where it doesn't rain but it lightnings)
If I were a mythical creature, I would be: Phoenix
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: Shamisen or uillean pipes
If I were an animal, I would be: Irish elk
If I were a colour, I would be: Green
If I were an emotion, I would be: Excitement
If I were a vegetable, I would be: Squash!
If I were a sound, I would be: Haunting melody
If I were an element, I would be: Earth
If I were a song, I would be: When the Stars Go Blue sung by Bono/Corrs
If I were a movie, I would be: Return of the King
If I were a book, I would be written by: Pete McCarthy
If I were a food, I would be: Kraft Macaroni and Cheese
If I were a place, I would be: Ireland
If I were a taste, I would be: Yummy
If I were a scent, I would be: Leather-bound books (I like the smell of leather, my mom used to take me to tack shops when I was younger. And I like books. Why not combine them?)
If I were a religion, I would be: Druid or Zen Buddhism
If I were a word, I would be: Wisdom
If I were a body part, I would be: Mouth (because words resolve conflicts)
If I were a facial expression, I would be: Surprise
If I were a subject in school, I would be: Art
If I were a cartoon character, I would be:
If I were a shape, I would be: Trapezoid (just because I like the word)
If I were a number, I would be: 27
If I were an item of clothing, I would be: Sari or kimono
If I were a piece of jewelry, I would be: Dangly earrings
If I were a clothing accessory, I would be: Rings
Stolen from Peonybrandybuck
List ten fictional characters you would have sex with, then tag five friends
1. Robin Hood from the Disney cartoon (what? he's a fox!)
2. Peter Pan
3. Legolas (LOTR)
4. Will Turner (Pirates of the Caribbean)
5. Drew Baylor (Elizabethtown)
6. Faramir (LOTR)
7. Howl (Howl's Moving Castle)
8. George Weasley (Harry Potter)
9. Mr. Humphreys (Are You Being Served?)
10. The bad but really hot guy from "The Promise" |
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