Friday December 22, 2006 at 1:07 pm
Thursday December 21, 2006 at 11:54 am
On Christmas
God definitely has it out for me on Christmas. I’m still convinced that I deserve miserable Decembers due to the fact that since I turned nine, I abandoned spending no less than 80 minutes before bed pointing out no less than 80 items that needed blessings that day. Like that guy I saw on the street? Who scratched his finger against the rusted edge of a garbage can? Please don’t let him contract tetanus and bring it home to his puppies, God. Please God! PLEASE!
My logic also likes to work in the way which makes sure for every good thing that happens, something bad will absolutely account for it. Did you enjoy Christmas this year, Rachel? Good! Because your 21st birthday is going to suck ass.
Besides the common annoyances like avoiding Christmas shopping until the very last minute so as not to extend the misery and being forced into overly crowded malls with stores that appear to be having sales but only on their items which were overpriced by at least double to begin with, I started working at a restaurant.
I will say, I did seriously underestimate the industry. Usually while playing Diner Dash, I would throw the game aside in frustration. No human being could possibly attend to that many tables and know exactly which customers need water or checks at any given moment.
Well, they do, and they must. And those massive trays they balance with one hand? They come easier with time. And the tips? Fantastic.
And the long hours that make it seem like I’m not on a break from college at all? Pure shit.
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God definitely has it out for me on Christmas. I’m still convinced that I deserve miserable Decembers due to the fact that since I turned nine, I abandoned spending no less than 80 minutes before bed pointing out no less than 80 items that needed blessings that day. Like that guy I saw on the street? Who scratched his finger against the rusted edge of a garbage can? Please don’t let him contract tetanus and bring it home to his puppies, God. Please God! PLEASE!
My logic also likes to work in the way which makes sure for every good thing that happens, something bad will absolutely account for it. Did you enjoy Christmas this year, Rachel? Good! Because your 21st birthday is going to suck ass.
Besides the common annoyances like avoiding Christmas shopping until the very last minute so as not to extend the misery and being forced into overly crowded malls with stores that appear to be having sales but only on their items which were overpriced by at least double to begin with, I started working at a restaurant.
I will say, I did seriously underestimate the industry. Usually while playing Diner Dash, I would throw the game aside in frustration. No human being could possibly attend to that many tables and know exactly which customers need water or checks at any given moment.
Well, they do, and they must. And those massive trays they balance with one hand? They come easier with time. And the tips? Fantastic.
And the long hours that make it seem like I’m not on a break from college at all? Pure shit.
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Sunday December 17, 2006 at 3:46 pm
The Willow
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Thursday December 14, 2006 at 5:30 pm
Beauty and the Geek
Has anyone caught this show yet? I don’t know how it has managed to exist for so long without attracting my attention. Well, it finally got to me. And I can’t turn away. I’m sorry, but I would choose Shawn over any Real World cast member from any season, ever.
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Has anyone caught this show yet? I don’t know how it has managed to exist for so long without attracting my attention. Well, it finally got to me. And I can’t turn away. I’m sorry, but I would choose Shawn over any Real World cast member from any season, ever.
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Wednesday December 13, 2006 at 4:51 pm
I’m satisfied. Time for January.
It appears that Flickr has done away with its two gigabyte monthly limit for pro members and has replaced it with no limit at all. On top of that, the storage space for free account members has been increased fivefold. Although I hardly ever got close to my limit, this Christmas gift is up there with my favorites.
I’ve dug such a tremendous, black pit of procrastination for myself this semster that it’s become a certainty that I will never completely catch up, at least not before the final deadlines.
The library on campus keeps its doors unlocked 24/7 during finals weak. Leaving the dim building at 6:00am felt like something out of the twilight zone. By that point, I was relatively certain that I would get into my car, drive home, open the door, and be at the entrance to the library again.
Having spent over seven hours there last night, my brain glazed over so completely that I wasn’t even able to bullshit my way through papers anymore. I stared at the computer screen while struggling, without any indication of thought, to remember the word for “run fast.”
It was sprint.
It appears that Flickr has done away with its two gigabyte monthly limit for pro members and has replaced it with no limit at all. On top of that, the storage space for free account members has been increased fivefold. Although I hardly ever got close to my limit, this Christmas gift is up there with my favorites.
I’ve dug such a tremendous, black pit of procrastination for myself this semster that it’s become a certainty that I will never completely catch up, at least not before the final deadlines.
The library on campus keeps its doors unlocked 24/7 during finals weak. Leaving the dim building at 6:00am felt like something out of the twilight zone. By that point, I was relatively certain that I would get into my car, drive home, open the door, and be at the entrance to the library again.
Having spent over seven hours there last night, my brain glazed over so completely that I wasn’t even able to bullshit my way through papers anymore. I stared at the computer screen while struggling, without any indication of thought, to remember the word for “run fast.”
It was sprint.
Monday December 11, 2006 at 11:00 am
Coincidence? Fate? Little Chinese man spying on me?
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Thursday December 7, 2006 at 3:08 pm
Even if I’m not in it
We’re expecting at least 15 inches of snow today. I walked to the university bookstore to sell back my history book. I liked that book. It had pictures from Ancient Egypt and the Renaissance. I briefly considered tearing them out to keep, but then remembered I was 20, and headed out into the blizzard.
I would have chosen not to take the book back at all. I still haven’t even begun studying for the final. But my water bill was due this morning, and I was still overdrawn from last month’s rent check, so I made the sacrifice.
As I made my way across the street to the library, wherein I would spend another significant portion of the week in a desperate attempt to make up for my chronic procrastination, I called my Dad. He informed me that my sister skipped her math tutoring after school, and that her 13th birthday party has been cancelled.
I then called my sister. Through tears and heavy breathing, she explained to me the seriousness of the situation. “I’ll be so embarrassed at school,” she heaved. “People will talk about me. They’re all going to talk about me next week.”
I told her, you know, it’s not the end of the world.
She assured me, it was.
For a brief moment I felt the sting of middle school, of life depending on birthday parties and popularity, and remembered that, even if I’m not in it, that world still exists.
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We’re expecting at least 15 inches of snow today. I walked to the university bookstore to sell back my history book. I liked that book. It had pictures from Ancient Egypt and the Renaissance. I briefly considered tearing them out to keep, but then remembered I was 20, and headed out into the blizzard.
I would have chosen not to take the book back at all. I still haven’t even begun studying for the final. But my water bill was due this morning, and I was still overdrawn from last month’s rent check, so I made the sacrifice.
As I made my way across the street to the library, wherein I would spend another significant portion of the week in a desperate attempt to make up for my chronic procrastination, I called my Dad. He informed me that my sister skipped her math tutoring after school, and that her 13th birthday party has been cancelled.
I then called my sister. Through tears and heavy breathing, she explained to me the seriousness of the situation. “I’ll be so embarrassed at school,” she heaved. “People will talk about me. They’re all going to talk about me next week.”
I told her, you know, it’s not the end of the world.
She assured me, it was.
For a brief moment I felt the sting of middle school, of life depending on birthday parties and popularity, and remembered that, even if I’m not in it, that world still exists.
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Saturday December 2, 2006 at 12:24 pm
Great job!
I’ve had eight jobs in the past eight years. Here, I will summarize them in eight words.
Title: University Admissions Office
Amazing recommendations and essays? Don’t care. SAT’s, bitch.
Title: Junior High Lacrosse Coach
Made me want to have eighteen daughters. Word.
Title: Summer Camp Counselor
Hundred+ degrees always. Picked ticks off small children.
Title: Abercrombie and Fitch Sales Representative
Overpriced clothing makes for repulsive customers. Still broke.
Title: Coat Hanger at Fancy Restaurant
$20 for hanging fur? Take me home, please?
Title: Best Buy Sales Representative
Overpriced video games equal horrid, befuddled little boys.
Title: Housekeeper at Nursing Home
Title says enough. Elderly are friendly, but gross.
Title: Intern at Office of the District Attorney
White, rich lawyers hit on or ignore interns.
I’ve had eight jobs in the past eight years. Here, I will summarize them in eight words.
Title: University Admissions Office
Amazing recommendations and essays? Don’t care. SAT’s, bitch.
Title: Junior High Lacrosse Coach
Made me want to have eighteen daughters. Word.
Title: Summer Camp Counselor
Hundred+ degrees always. Picked ticks off small children.
Title: Abercrombie and Fitch Sales Representative
Overpriced clothing makes for repulsive customers. Still broke.
Title: Coat Hanger at Fancy Restaurant
$20 for hanging fur? Take me home, please?
Title: Best Buy Sales Representative
Overpriced video games equal horrid, befuddled little boys.
Title: Housekeeper at Nursing Home
Title says enough. Elderly are friendly, but gross.
Title: Intern at Office of the District Attorney
White, rich lawyers hit on or ignore interns.
Friday December 1, 2006 at 6:16 pm
And it starts again
What do you do when you live in a linen closet that doesn’t have room for a TV and your five roommates have overtaken the community television to watch season after season of Beverly Hills 90210 and you have finals to study for and papers to write but it’s Friday Night and there’s a wind advisory and the Christmas lights have blown off of the houses much to your delight?
Make mac and cheese. Watch Romeo and Juliet on the MacBook. And write about it to fill the first Holidailies quota.
I just discovered something wonderful. Holidailies has writing prompts. With those, in addition to my new book, I’ll have no excuse to slack.
Today’s prompt? “Introduce yourself and your website to Holidailies readers.”
Hey, I be Rachel. Go here. Aside from those things, I enjoy mac and cheese, watching Romeo and Juliet on my MacBook, and writing to fill the first Holidailies quota. I don’t like Christmas.
Happy holidays!
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What do you do when you live in a linen closet that doesn’t have room for a TV and your five roommates have overtaken the community television to watch season after season of Beverly Hills 90210 and you have finals to study for and papers to write but it’s Friday Night and there’s a wind advisory and the Christmas lights have blown off of the houses much to your delight?
Make mac and cheese. Watch Romeo and Juliet on the MacBook. And write about it to fill the first Holidailies quota.
I just discovered something wonderful. Holidailies has writing prompts. With those, in addition to my new book, I’ll have no excuse to slack.
Today’s prompt? “Introduce yourself and your website to Holidailies readers.”
Hey, I be Rachel. Go here. Aside from those things, I enjoy mac and cheese, watching Romeo and Juliet on my MacBook, and writing to fill the first Holidailies quota. I don’t like Christmas.
Happy holidays!
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