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[10 Oct 2005|10:52am] |
| Your IQ Is 125 | 
Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average
Your Verbal Intelligence is Exceptional
Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius
Your General Knowledge is Exceptional |
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If I think of you tonight, I'll think forever
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[08 Oct 2005|01:28pm] |
So, Melissa and I went shopping for stuff for my new place, and sweet sassy molassy, I never realized how many things I needed until I started having to throw down some hard earned cash for them. Kitchen-wise, I had NOTHING. The few food-prep things I did own, I donated to Gina after we left our last apartment (You'd best be getting good use out of the pizza cutter!), so I had to start from the ground up: plates, bowls, glasses, silverware, pots, pans, knives, cookie sheet, .... I did buy an awesome set of etched Martini glasses that I can't wait to booze from. And some very nice beer glasses. And 3 huge plastic "unbreakable" glasses, for those times when you know you've had one too many already and dropping your beer is pretty likely. And then there was the rest of the apartment: Living room (a couple floor lamps since I really don't have overhead lighting in there, a new phone, a couple big comfy pillows for my new-to-me couch) and the bathroom (a great stainless steel trash can, equally great stainless steel everything else). I bought ... so .... much ... stuff.
And then today I bought a computer. For the first time, I'll have my own computer. I won't have to use the family computer or a friend's computer or a public computer. MY OWN COMPUTER! ROCK!
I still have a few more things left to buy, like poster frames and and phone cords and stuff, but I'm definitely closer to the end than the beginning. And then, when I'm done buying stuff, I'll get to go shopping to stock my kitchen shelves and refridgerator. And liquor cabinet. Good times.
I can't wait to move and get everything all set-up and just live in my new place.
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2 thoughts|If I think of you tonight, I'll think forever
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[01 Oct 2005|04:18pm] |
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Today I signed the lease for my new apartment!! Its pretty awesome: granite counter tops, new appliances, free digital cable, and its in my old neighborhood in Capitol Hill. I'm so excited to be moving back to Cap Hill and to be living on my own. Now I just need to go shopping for things like lamps and trash cans and a toothbrush holder.
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2 thoughts|If I think of you tonight, I'll think forever
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| I've Got Jungle Fever! |
[10 Jul 2005|08:48pm] |
I just turned on "Celebrity Fit Club 2" and sweet sassy molassy! Tocarra Jones is the most ridiculously sexy black woman ever. If there was a law, that booty would be against it. She's no Mia Tyler (nobody is), but she's definitely my reason to watch this season.
On a related note, Melissa and I watched the first DVD of "Fat Actress" last night, and let me say that Kirstie Alley is fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine nowadays. Yowza! Oh, and the show is funny as hell, too.
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1 thought|If I think of you tonight, I'll think forever
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| How Come You're Never On-Line Anymore? |
[09 Jul 2005|02:43pm] |
Because it finally happened! FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY!
I GOT A JOB!
A good job. A job that pays well, doesn't involve food preperation, offers awesome benefits, and allows me to work with people who actually act -- gasp -- professional and are competent at their jobs. Its pretty killer.
I am now a bank teller. Well, not offically, yet. I'm still in training. But I'll be a real, live teller soon. And I'm very excited.
So, to summarize, since things fell apart a couple months ago:
[x] I got a truckload of finanical aid. I'll go to school completely free of charge, plus I'll receive a little "cost-of-living" cash from Uncle Samuel.
[x] I decided how I'll use that generous donation -- I'm going to get a paralegal degree and, hopefully, turn that gig into an opportunity to go to law school. I know, I hate lawyers, too. But the only way to change the system is to integrate yourself into it somehow. You don't change the laws by sitting on your couch and watching "Brady Bunch" reruns.
[x] I got a great job -- my first grown-up gig. I'm making twice as much as I ever made at any other job and I'll have health insurance so I can actually get sick now. My plan is save money (something I've never been able to do before) and eventually: A) Buy a car; B) Move back to downtown Denver; and/or C) Move to someplace I've always wanted to live, like NYC, Boston, or London.
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3 thoughts|If I think of you tonight, I'll think forever
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[10 Jun 2005|06:15pm] |
So, my cellphone has been reduced to a glorified pager. Pay-as-you-go sucks when you have absolutely no money. Basically, I can't call anyone, can't receive calls, can't send text messages, ... but I can receive texts. So, if you need to get a hold of me, text me and I'll call you from the nearest phone. Unless ...
Our phone line was dead for 4 days last week. It went dead once and it took the lazy bastards of MCI 2 days to fix it. And then it broke again a few days later and it took those bastards another 2 days to fix it! If I pick up the phone and don't hear a dialtone one more time, there will be consequences and repercussions!
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1 thought|If I think of you tonight, I'll think forever
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[02 Jun 2005|01:46pm] |
Have you ever had a potential employer chase you out the building after you told him that, after fully learning what the job entailed, you decided that it wasn't for you and you were leaving before the interview was technically finished?
No?
I have.
If you ever receive a letter from Vector offering a wonderful summer job opportunity for qualified students, throw it away immediately. Its not a job; Its closer to a pyramid scheme. A complete scam. Its selling knives to your friends and family, and then forcing them to recommend more suckers for you to sell to. Oh, and did I mention you have to pay a "deposit" for your display set of knives?
I should have known this company wasn't legit when they told me the interview was in Boulder.
After the "initial screening" (shockingly enough, all ten people in my group "interview" passed), we had to sit through an hour long presentation about the company and the product. It took me a couple minutes to connect the dots, and I was going to bolt right away, but I decided to take the high road, be courteous, and wait until a better time to leave. After Jeremy (if that was even his real name) finished trying to convince us all that this was a legitimate job, he told us that he would call us into his office to speak with us one-on-one and, at that time, he would let us know if we would be hired. When he was completely finished talking, I quietly told him, "Thank you for the opportunity, but I don't think this job is for me. I don't want to waste your time, so I'm just going to go now." Very polite, professional, and courteous, right? Well, I should have just left without saying a word.
As I pushed through the door, I heard Jeremy yell, "Well, thats rude!" and come charging after me. He jumped up in my face, in a more confrontational way than I realized possible, and yelled, "I was going to give you the professional courtesy of a one-on-one interview, and you're not going to do the same for me?!"
"I just don't want to waste our time ..."
"You're not wasting my time," he screamed. I could feel his saliva starting to attack my face now. "Just come back inside!"
"Sorry, no. I'm leaving." And I continued down the stairs and out the door. Apparently, Jeremy gave up.
As I walked through the door to freedom, I glanced back to see another person had bailed on the interview also, and now Jeremy was trying to intimidate her into staying. I hope she made it out alright.
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3 thoughts|If I think of you tonight, I'll think forever
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[25 May 2005|01:14am] |
I'm over-sensitive sometimes. That probably shouldn't be headline news anymore, but there are definitely times when I forget it and I let things get blown out of proportion in my mind. .........
St. Joe's finally called me, and they said "Thanks, but no thanks." At the time, I was too shocked to be mad. But now, I'm a little upset. They basically told me, "The job is yours; We'll be giving you a call in about a week to confirm." And then they called me 3 weeks later to brake that promise. I didn't even get an apology! The one good thing to come out of it, though, is that the facilities director of the hospital said I could use him as a reference if I applied for any other job in the other company, which is very cool. .........
Living in Broomfield again has not been much fun, but it has had an unexpected benefit. Being taken completely away from the Denver situation has given me a chance to really reflect on everything: friends, goals, values, etc ... And I have been able to reconsider what I want, where I am, where I'm going, who I am, and who I'm becoming. I realize some things that I was taking for granted are actually things that I can, and should, change.
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1 thought|If I think of you tonight, I'll think forever
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[17 May 2005|12:03am] |
I think I'm done.
This journal has become a chore to write, boring to read. And reading others' journals has only become painful -- either because of what is written, what is not written, or just knowing that I'd prefer a private personal note to a public general post. I feel worn down by the whole experience.
It hurts to learn by blog post that someone doesn't consider you a friend. Its painful to read journal entry after journal entry by someone you thought was close, only to find that your name is apparently not important enough to sneak into even one. And its a waste of time for me to try to put my life into words for people who don't care. From now on, I'm going to limit my life to the people who have shown a sincere, genuine interest.
Never say never. I might be back. But for now, I'm saying goodbye.
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3 thoughts|If I think of you tonight, I'll think forever
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[11 May 2005|02:18pm] |
Living with my mother again is already driving me fucking crazy ...
So, even though things look good for the gig at St. Joe's, they said it could be upwards of a month before I'd actually start work (drug screening, background check, conversion to Catholicism, etc ...), I've applied to work at a grocery store by my mom's house in the meantime. The pay is surprising good, so I might actually be able to save up enough money from that job to move downtown very quickly after I start working at the hospital, which would be fucking stellar. The St. Joe's gig would start at about 4-5am -- before the buses in Broomfield start running -- so it would make my life infinitely easier to have my own place within walking distance of the hospital. ...
Metropolitan State College of Denver is a facist regime akin to some crazed Asian dictator. The campus feels like North Korea. I DON'T OWE YOU FUCKERS ANY MORE MONEY! I DROPPED THOSE CLASSES! It just keeps haunting me.
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If I think of you tonight, I'll think forever
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[09 May 2005|03:16pm] |
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The second interview at St. Joe's went really well. They didn't offically offer me the job, but I was repeatedly told how much the big boss man liked me and I was given the grand tour and I was introduced to all my would-be co-workers. I will be the most shocked person on Earth if I don't get this gig. I should know for certain by Thursday.
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[06 May 2005|11:51pm] |
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So, for the short-term, things have taken a serious turn for the worse. But, for the long-term, things are looking much, much better.
It was bound to happen eventually. Gina and I were asked to leave our apartment and never come back. In the span of three days, I went from being in love with the location I called home (not the building itself or the neighbors, so much as what we were within walking distance of) to moving back in with my mother out of desperation. I cried for hours after we got the notice posted on our door. I love my family, but its not best for anyone that I be living with them right now. And I'll always have affection for Broomfield in some nostalgic way, but it is the exact opposite of where I want to be at this point.
But it might all be for the best in the overall. If I get the job at St. Joesph's (that second interview is on Monday), I'll be able to move back to Capitol Hill within a month. And I'll have the money to afford a very nice 1-bedroom for myself. Within a few months, I might even be able to buy a car -- something I always figured would be out of reach for me.
And I got a letter from school yesterday about my finanical aid. I have been awarded enough in grant money to cover tuition, fees, and books plus about $1000 for living expenses. I couldn't be more excited. I've never felt more confident that I will actually get this damn degree.
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