My co-workers are from hell. That or my old high school.

I really do not like my new job. It is not the job itself, even though it entitles me to four hour shifts pawns fragrances to costumers, but the people I work with. The first thing that bugs me is that I have people that are 3 years younger than me telling me what to do. The second thing that bothers me is that they are fake, and force me to act the same way as them: pushy and chipper. A third thing that bothers me is that these people make me feel stupid. They do not do this is an outright manner but rather in a subtle, condescending way. Example: I was just told not to say "Is that everything?" at the cash register...When I do say it my co-worker is besides me laughing her head off (remember their are customers in line) and saying "You are so silly!" Don't worry, I flashed her that Evil Holland Eye. Another example: I had to dust and mop the floor one morning. Later on in the day a co-worker walked up to me and handed me a dust bunny and said, "you missed a spot." I swear, this place is an evil sorority.

Ha ha, I tricked everyone...

At my graduation, I was wearing a red stole that is given to American Indian graduates. Many people thought I was graduating with honors because the stole is similar to those wearing the honor stoles. The difference is that my stole is longer and has a Ho-Chunk design on it. Sorry, I am not that smart.

My last semester was my best semester. I got a 3.714 for the semester. I won't even say what my cumulative is because I already know many people that would personally cry over a 3.7 GPA for a semester, thinking it was horrible and my cumulative is lower than that. Whatever...I got a degree now and that is all that really matters.

And next to ride the coattails of the "graphic novels turned into movies" trend is...

There is a movie adaption of the graphic novel, V for Vendetta. I read this one for my comparative literature class and liked it a lot. Natalie Portman is playing one of the leads, Evey, in this one. Get this, Evey in the graphic novel, gets her head shaved by the other lead character, V. I just read that Natalie Portman actually got her head shaved for the part. I am definitely going to go see this one when it comes out. I hope it is as good as the book.

"ONCE A BADGER, ALWAYS A BADGER!"

So, I graduated. My parents came down to the ceremony. My sister and I sat by our friends Lina and David. It was nice to have a nice line up of Native students march to receive their diplomas. Congresswoman Tammy Baldwin gave the speech. I was not wowed by anything in the ceremony besides the part where I received my empty diploma cover. I was rushed off the stage while being told to hold up my diploma cover and smile. SNAP! There goes a picture I know I will look horrible in. Oh yeah, and the people that were on the stage were projected onto the scoreboard screen. Yikes, I am glad I didn't have to look at that. I still don't feel like a college graduate.

Enjoying the moment

As I sit here, writing my last term paper of my undergraduate year, I am definitely savoring every moment. I am giving myself extra breaks for snacks or web browsing time. You know why? Because I deserve it. Four years of sometimes less than adequate works deserves a pat on the back in my opinion. So far I am on page 8 of my 10 page paper and I am giving myself an extra long break. This may be my last 10 pager. If there is graduate school in my future, it is nothing but pages upon pages of writing, reading and I will be looking back on my undergraduate years with fond memories wishing that it could be that easy once again. Yes, I am taking in the moment.

On the brighter side, my summer blogs should be a good read. I am once again working for Madison School and Community Recreation. So the blogs should be filled with great stories from what the kids said and did and perhaps a sprinkingly of stories about drunken nights with co-workers and whatever friends remain in or visit the Madison area. Yes, CM and JR going to have the most alcohol infested summer they have ever had, if I have any say in it. Muhahahaha

Seriously Wisconsin weather, knock it off

Wisconsin weather is so great...For one day it will be 70's and beautiful and the very next day it will be in the low 30's and rainy. It just goes in cycles like that over and over again. Yes, even though it is May, we here in Wisconsin experience close to water freezing weather. Thanks for reading my complaints, now excuse me while I work on my 10 pager due tomorrow at 12 pm.

In the words of Stephanie Tanner....HOW RUDE!!!!

People in Madison are rude: the drivers, the "bums" on the street, the teaching assistants. Let me tell you why.
Drivers: On my way back from a meeting with my TAs, I almost got ran over by a guy getting out of a restaurant parking lot. He was looking only in the opposite direction for oncoming traffic, so he didn't see me coming. I didn't think he would turn because there was still oncoming traffic so I walked in front of his car. Half way through the driveway, he starts to go and nips me on the leg with his bumper. I banged my fist on his hood to get his attention. He apologized quickly and sped away.
Bum on street: walked by him twice in short time period, asked me twice if I had change. Told him the first time I didn't have any (which was the truth) but he didn't recognize me five minutes later and asked me again. Even my quasi-ADD attention span can recognize people in the time period. Ok, so this one isn't so rude.
Teaching assistant: While I was giving my speech on what causes crime and how to stop it, my TA was not looking at me and doodling in his notebook. I better get an A.

On another note, I feel like I really packed on the winter weight this year. I blame Atkins diet craze. Being the semi-non-conformist I am, I decided to, instead of following the trend, to carb-o-load. I never go a day without bread, pasta , potato, or sugars. This would be a little ok if I was active, but lets be honest here....I am the Queen of Coach Potatoes so the non-diet caught up with me. Ahh, maybe I will hit the gym this summer (like I say every year).

sure kudrow can wait, but others cannot

Big news from Bennifer Part Deux...

Jennifer Gardner is three months pregnant with Ben Affleck's baby. I believe they have yet to marry. This news shall make CM sad not because she likes Ben Affleck, but because she thinks Jennifer Gardner could do better. I personally think she couldn't because she is a horseface.

Say What????

I just recently fell upon a profile of Lisa Kudrow (Phoebe from "Friends") and learned that she had stayed a virgin until she got married...at 31 years of age. Wow...that is all I am going to say. I don't know what her religious affliation is, but if she is doing it for non-religious reasons, I am very impressed with her commitment, considering the "sex-crazed" world we live in today. My personal opinion on sex before marriage? I think most people that know me, know my thoughts in this area, and if you don't...ask me.

If I had a sports team, I would call them "The Orange"

Marquette University has recently decided to change their mascot from the Golden Eagles to Marquette Gold. This decision has come after a debate on whether or not to change their mascot back to their former Marquette Warriors. They have previously changed their mascot from the Warriors to Golden Eagles because of growing dislike for Native images used for sports teams. Recently two alumni had offered to donate $2 million dollars for the return of the Warriors mascot. While I applaud the decision by the board to forgo the Warrior mascot I am puzzled by the decision to go with "The Gold". I think that Golden Eagles is a very strong name. Eagles are very strong, intelligent and beautiful animals...what is wrong with using them as a mascot? The Gold is a very ridiculous name...I mean...it's a color!!! Then again, I am a strong believer that school's having mascots/nicknames and caring so much about them is also ridiculous. Do they really think changing their name back to the Warriors is going to bring them back to a time when their basketball team was good? Let me tell you, it won't. I have advice for Marquette: choose any name that isn't silly sounding and doesn't offend people.

Please won't you save me from the real world (Find the cliche terms used in this here Blog)

As I was sitting in my abnormal psychology lecture today, it struck me: This is my last lecture as an undergraduate student. Normally, one would be silently rejoicing, smiling throughout the entire lecture but not me. My face turned red, my throat closed up, my eyes glazed over....Say it ain't so. Now, don't get me wrong. It is not like I am a fan of sitting in boring 75 minute lectures, passing the time by doodling and occasionally partaking in the student newspaper crossword puzzle. The reason I was so panicky is that I realized I was one more step to being a "real" adult...a JOBLESS "real" adult. I started imagining going back home to live with my parents...which wouldn't be so bad if they lived anywhere besides Sheboygan. Oh Sheboygan, how I loathe thee. Why couldn't I find the time to do my graduate school research during last summer or even this fall? Why can't I put off adulthood for one more year? Perhaps there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I just sent in my application to Public Allies. Hopefully it won't turn into a disappointing mess like Teach for America. Keep your fingers crossed and to all those jobless graduates...I salute you!!!

Juliette" Louise" and making fun of little children

So last night Ri, CM, Andy and I went to see Juliette Lewis's band The Licks at Union South. The little bit of the show that I actually got to pay attention wasn't half bad. The other half that I wasn't paying attention was committed to trying to save my own life from the moshers in front of me. I am getting to old to go to shows like that, and I am only 22 years old!!! Anyway, Juliette was very hardcore (and that is not being sarcastic). She totally knew how to rock it out without trying (or shall I say not trying too hard?).

The opening band was called, Faithful Promise which is a local band. I don't really know how old they were but they looked like babies. Their band was good, I wasn't blown away but pleasantly surprised. The lead singer has a killer "rock scream" as I like to call it. Rianna turned to me while they were playing and said, "Who do you think is the cutest?" I found this question a little disturbing since they looked like they were still in high school. I turned to her and said, "the bassist."

During the show we ran in to this guy we use to hang around with and he invited us to his birthday party afterward. At the party we started it off with a bang...discussing American Gladiators and watching a little Double Dare 2000. It is fun to make fun of children that can't answer simple questions.

JEM is truly truly truly outrageous

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I know this is a week late, but I am still going to vent

Arrested Development just had its season finale last week, and a high chance of it being it's series finale. Why oh why must people not watch this genius show? Did they never get around to watching it? Did they watch it and decide that is really wasn't that funny (which I think would be really rare)? Is it on a bad time slot? If the show does get cancelled, my only hope is that a cable network decides to pick it up, preferably not HBO or Showtime or any other network that I don't have access to. Come on, who doesn't like a little incest humor?

Further transcending into nerdhood

I have never had allergies, never ever in my entire life. Now all of a sudden I allergies. It started with the introduction of Iggy into our apartment. Cats never used to make my nose run or eyes itch but this cat gets to me. If I pick him up and pet him, my nose starts to run like a faucet, I sneeze and my eyes are irritated. Normally I am better if I am away at class, but today my nose was still running and eyes were itchy. Apparently there was a high pollen count today and CM, my roomate, tells me that she thinks the two are related. Why am I now becoming sensitive to all these allergons? I am becoming one of those nerds that is allergic to everything. Next thing you know I won't be able to eat peanuts.

You remember Hollie right? She's your other daughter...

Ok Blog readers...maybe you can tell me if this is rude or not.

My dear sister tends to talk to our mother more than I do, mostly because I am a bad person who never keeps in touch when I am away and partly because I am a bad daughter. Rianna likes to inform my mother of my news, even though I would like to be the first person to tell her. Here is the most recent example.

I applied for Teach For America. Today I got the letter telling me if I was accepted or not. Rianna was home when the mail came, and I was not. She called me to let me know it was in and wanted to know if I wanted her to open it and read the response. I said ok because I figured I knew the answer. She opened it, read the REJECTION (not a shocker to me at all), we said our goodbyes and hung up. When I got home later that day Rianna informed me that she told our mother already. I didn't really say anything to her just gave her a look and she responded "I figured if you wanted me to open it you would want me to tell her....She was on-line!!!" I then asked her if she was hypothetically the first person to find out I was engaged, would she ruin it for me and call mom and tell her. She said yes in a jokingly manner but I knew she would.

So was it right of her to tell our mother before I had the chance to or am I, as Freud would say, subconsciously projecting my anger at TFA towards my sister?

I enjoy drinking Kool-aid out of the Guinness glass that Rianna stole from a bar when she was drunk

Don't you just love titles that have nothing to do with the content of my blog?

I hate writing papers at this time of night. I am such a procrastinator. However, I have found that if I try to do any writing, blog-wise of academic-wise, in the afternoon or morning I consistently draw a blank. It is complete writer's block. When I write at night, I become a sudden genius. Perhaps its just my exhaustion that distorts my perceptions. Its like beer goggles, except with no alcohol (just sleep deprivation) or ugly boys (just a badly written paper).

My sister has recently got a new cat by the name of IGGY. Capitalization is not necessary, but I thought I should emphasize his name because it is awesome. He, on the other hand, is not so awesome. His 3 month stay at the Humane Society has left him with separation issues. Iggy is very demanding for attention, and if you allow him to sleep on your bed, he will lay on top of you as opposed to next to you. He prefers to sleep on my neck. Apparently he also has throat irregularities, so when he meows, he sounds like Gizmo.

My sister's best friend, Shikara, just had baby number 3, Layla Elizabeth (Baby number 2, Autumn picked it out). Shikara is only 22 years old, but get this...she had her first child at the age of 16, finished high school early, got her associate's degree in accounting, is working on her bachelor's degree with a double major in accounting and marketing (currently just a few credits shy from graduating) and was able to get a job working as an account making good money, all while raising her kids and not shoveling off responsibilities to relatives and has been with the same guy for 7 years. She is so super motivated and should be a role model for all teen mothers to show that it is possible to get an education and still be a mother.

The weirdest compliment I ever got

Did that ever happen to you...someone complimented you on an attribute (whether it be physical or personality-wise) that no one even pointed out on you before or that you have noticed before but never thought of as nice? One time someone pointed out a dimple I have that is below my right eye when I smile and laugh. I always thought it was funny looking, but apparently someone thought it was cute (even my sister pointed it out as being more defined that she remembered). The weirdest compliment, along these lines, is when a friend of mine told me I had nice ankles. Not that they seemed strong or anything. She just thought they were pretty. Now, I must say...never in my entire life would I have thought that ankles could be pretty. To me that would be telling someone they had beautiful knuckles. It just doesn't make sense.

mmmm, fry bread

I love spring break in Sheboygan. It is cold, boring and I am held up in my parents' apartment sick. I had this weird crampy muscle feeling in my upper abdomen that I had just recently gotten over after a three day stint. Now it is turning into a sore throat thing (I am sure the two are unrelated but of course it must happen to me back to back). Feeling sick doesn't make a person totally motivated to do school work (which I desperately need to do) or prepare for an interview (which I need to do as well). I wish I could have spent my last spring break going somewhere besides Sheboygan, but alas, I have always been too poor to do anything including a road trip to anywhere.

The upside to spending spring break in Sheboygan is going to a bar on St. Patrick's Day night and getting white roses from a random person (which I am still convinced was Ri or an old friend who was drunk and kept on telling me how beautiful I was) and eating fry bread and chili. MMMMM

Creepy

I hate to say it but people walking down the street, by themselves and not on a cellphone, who are smiling really creep me out. They seem to have no reason for smiling. Maybe it bothers me because I am a coldhearted bitch, but come on. I must admit seeing someone smile makes me smile as well, but not for the reason one might think. It makes me smile because I am thinking, "Wow, that person must be crazy. And to me that is funny."

Today I was walking down the street and I saw this skinny indie guy walk past me with that Derek Zoolander, sucked-in cheeks/pursed lips look. It made me smile (on the inside though because I don't want to look crazy).
I also saw this guy who was seriously rocking out to whatever he was listening to on his headphones. I am talking rock face with an air drum solo (like air-guitar but with drumsticks).

See if you get this. It is from comedian Demetri Martini:
"I like to use 'I Can't Believe it's Not Butter' on my toast in the morning, because sometimes when I eat breakfast, I like to be incredulous. 'How was breakfast?' 'Unbelievable.'"
I like it because it is smarter than me.