4/29/2006
"I feel like I'm on Mr. Rogers"
For part of our Friday training, we got to tour the local recycling center. I was really interesting, especially to a super-nerd such as myself. They had machines which could separate the glass, aluminum, plastic etc. Then it can even separate the glass by color. Machines alone can't do it all, of course, so they do have some man power to sort through the recyclable before it goes through its final stages. They work at lightening speed in a loud, hot environment. Here is the thing that got to me: The guy that was giving the tour walked out of the area with the workers stating, loudly, "That's why we at least get a high school diploma." Ass.
4/24/2006
Much needed break from mind numbing data entry...
Mondays are usually my data entry day. I never thought I would be doing data entry stuff for my future career, but I guess in almost all professions one must deal with it eventually.
I thought I would quickly talk about what a jam-paced Saturday I had. It consisted of cleaning a river, grilling out, shopping, bridal showering, eating, drinking and making fun of drunk people, and the cab ride of death.
Cleansing the riverside: Service day for Public Allies. We cleaned up a river. Some people actually got into the river to fish out bikes, a recliner (Yeah! I know!) and other miscellaneous junk. I, along with the majority of other Allies) stayed out of the river and cleaned the area surrounding it. Things I found: a dollar bill, sanitary napkin (unused thank G-d!), empty gun cartridge box, MANY empty blunt wrappers, empty condom wrappers and children's toys (another person found what appeared to be a possum skull). Its a little disconcerting, but not surprising, to know kids play in this filth. It was a mix of emotions cleaning the river: sad knowing that the area residents treat their area with disrespect and joy to know that there are some who are willing to make it a better place by cleaning it up. We only had a 3-hour "obligation," so we didn't finish. However, just by looking at the side we picked up to the side we didn't get to: there was a huge difference. I also was entertained by a co-worker who stopped in the middle of her cleaning to serenade the volunteers with a rendition of "A Whole New World" while dancing dramatically. I think we were all in need of a nap, food and water (preferably not from the river).
Grilling: A few Public Allies then went to grill out (fry out, BBQ whatever you want to call it). I was sent to go get the order of hot dogs (uncased wieners, tender franks whatever you want to call it). It was a relaxing time. I watched people play Frisbee (granted they were only a little more than 10 feet away from each other, so it wasn't that entertaining but still), ate my turkey dogs and talked about watching Legends of the Hidden Temple on Nick Games and Sports while making fun of the stupid answers the kids gave to simple questions but only making fun because I was jealous that they got to be on the show and I did not. I was bitter then, I am bitter now.
Shopping: Before I went to the Bridal shower I needed to buy a gift. So my friend and I went to a store call the Tool Shed, and got gifts that only we would get because we are completely inappropriate. Let's just say the store is adult themed. The store had this liberal-feminist feel to it, and not that seedy, trashy feel you come to expect from those types of stores. Screw kitchen stuff and bridal registries.
Showering of the Bride: Besides the bride and the friend I bought the gift for, I knew absolutely no one at the shower. I barely know the bride, who is marrying someone I am friends and work with. The bride ended up sitting near us while she was opening her gifts, so my friend and I ended up being in most of the pictures. I would say that 80% of the pictures that were taken consisted of me and her making weird faces and gestures. They'll look back at the pictures and think, "Who the hell?" The bride opened up her gift from us, looked at it and put it aside without sharing it with everyone else. She just looked at us, laughed and said thank you. (The groom then called later that night, also praising us on a well-thought out gift). I felt oh-so-fancy too, as my friend and I shared a bottle of Merlot. Why is it I feel fancy drinking anything but beer? Probably because I am a cheap bastard.
Eating: I met up with two other friends and went out to eat at Emperor of China. Its like you standard take-out Chinese, except you sit down and get served and its semi-fancy. The four of us shared a drink that had flames in the middle. We gossiped. We dared each other to taste the liquid that lit the flame (pretty sure it was Bacardi 151). We confessed embarrassing movies we saw in the theatre...and no I will not admit mine! It was all very girly.
Drinking/making fun of drunk people: Straight from the restaurant we headed to a nearby bar. It must of been 35+ night, because it felt like there was no one in a ten year age range from us there. Here is the worst part, we were the most "mature" acting people there. Nothing like watching people nearing 40 (if not already over) being sloppy drunks while bumping and grinding. I think there was also a rule that guys over 5'8" were not allowed into the bar. All the guys also had that great "short guy complex". Needless to say, we wanted out. What better place to go then the meat market that is Water Street.
Not 5 minutes into being at the next bar, my friend and I heard calls coming toward us going, "You know her! Go talk to her!" Indeed I knew two them. They were roommates of a friend, who I met all of two(ish) times. I am surprised they even remember who I was, and I remembered who they were. We talked to them awhile before we started to bore them, as we usually do. There was a nearby girl so trashed that she was showing off her bra, pelvic bone tattoo, taking turns sitting on several different guys laps. Meanwhile this girl's friend was trying desperately to ignore her and pawn her off on one of the guys. They both disgusted me. There was a bachelor party that was taking part in a scavenger hunt. They came up to us to see if we could help them with there last remaining tasks: Show us a naughty part (No!), Dirty dance with the groom (No.), Give us your thong (No.), Buy me a beer (Ok).
Highway to Hell: Picked up a cab outside the bar. The driver was probably the worst driver in the world. He ran red lights, he U-turned right into traffic, cut people off. I was holding my breath the entire way home. Perhaps I should stick with being Designated Driver.
I thought I would quickly talk about what a jam-paced Saturday I had. It consisted of cleaning a river, grilling out, shopping, bridal showering, eating, drinking and making fun of drunk people, and the cab ride of death.
Cleansing the riverside: Service day for Public Allies. We cleaned up a river. Some people actually got into the river to fish out bikes, a recliner (Yeah! I know!) and other miscellaneous junk. I, along with the majority of other Allies) stayed out of the river and cleaned the area surrounding it. Things I found: a dollar bill, sanitary napkin (unused thank G-d!), empty gun cartridge box, MANY empty blunt wrappers, empty condom wrappers and children's toys (another person found what appeared to be a possum skull). Its a little disconcerting, but not surprising, to know kids play in this filth. It was a mix of emotions cleaning the river: sad knowing that the area residents treat their area with disrespect and joy to know that there are some who are willing to make it a better place by cleaning it up. We only had a 3-hour "obligation," so we didn't finish. However, just by looking at the side we picked up to the side we didn't get to: there was a huge difference. I also was entertained by a co-worker who stopped in the middle of her cleaning to serenade the volunteers with a rendition of "A Whole New World" while dancing dramatically. I think we were all in need of a nap, food and water (preferably not from the river).
Grilling: A few Public Allies then went to grill out (fry out, BBQ whatever you want to call it). I was sent to go get the order of hot dogs (uncased wieners, tender franks whatever you want to call it). It was a relaxing time. I watched people play Frisbee (granted they were only a little more than 10 feet away from each other, so it wasn't that entertaining but still), ate my turkey dogs and talked about watching Legends of the Hidden Temple on Nick Games and Sports while making fun of the stupid answers the kids gave to simple questions but only making fun because I was jealous that they got to be on the show and I did not. I was bitter then, I am bitter now.
Shopping: Before I went to the Bridal shower I needed to buy a gift. So my friend and I went to a store call the Tool Shed, and got gifts that only we would get because we are completely inappropriate. Let's just say the store is adult themed. The store had this liberal-feminist feel to it, and not that seedy, trashy feel you come to expect from those types of stores. Screw kitchen stuff and bridal registries.
Showering of the Bride: Besides the bride and the friend I bought the gift for, I knew absolutely no one at the shower. I barely know the bride, who is marrying someone I am friends and work with. The bride ended up sitting near us while she was opening her gifts, so my friend and I ended up being in most of the pictures. I would say that 80% of the pictures that were taken consisted of me and her making weird faces and gestures. They'll look back at the pictures and think, "Who the hell?" The bride opened up her gift from us, looked at it and put it aside without sharing it with everyone else. She just looked at us, laughed and said thank you. (The groom then called later that night, also praising us on a well-thought out gift). I felt oh-so-fancy too, as my friend and I shared a bottle of Merlot. Why is it I feel fancy drinking anything but beer? Probably because I am a cheap bastard.
Eating: I met up with two other friends and went out to eat at Emperor of China. Its like you standard take-out Chinese, except you sit down and get served and its semi-fancy. The four of us shared a drink that had flames in the middle. We gossiped. We dared each other to taste the liquid that lit the flame (pretty sure it was Bacardi 151). We confessed embarrassing movies we saw in the theatre...and no I will not admit mine! It was all very girly.
Drinking/making fun of drunk people: Straight from the restaurant we headed to a nearby bar. It must of been 35+ night, because it felt like there was no one in a ten year age range from us there. Here is the worst part, we were the most "mature" acting people there. Nothing like watching people nearing 40 (if not already over) being sloppy drunks while bumping and grinding. I think there was also a rule that guys over 5'8" were not allowed into the bar. All the guys also had that great "short guy complex". Needless to say, we wanted out. What better place to go then the meat market that is Water Street.
Not 5 minutes into being at the next bar, my friend and I heard calls coming toward us going, "You know her! Go talk to her!" Indeed I knew two them. They were roommates of a friend, who I met all of two(ish) times. I am surprised they even remember who I was, and I remembered who they were. We talked to them awhile before we started to bore them, as we usually do. There was a nearby girl so trashed that she was showing off her bra, pelvic bone tattoo, taking turns sitting on several different guys laps. Meanwhile this girl's friend was trying desperately to ignore her and pawn her off on one of the guys. They both disgusted me. There was a bachelor party that was taking part in a scavenger hunt. They came up to us to see if we could help them with there last remaining tasks: Show us a naughty part (No!), Dirty dance with the groom (No.), Give us your thong (No.), Buy me a beer (Ok).
Highway to Hell: Picked up a cab outside the bar. The driver was probably the worst driver in the world. He ran red lights, he U-turned right into traffic, cut people off. I was holding my breath the entire way home. Perhaps I should stick with being Designated Driver.
4/18/2006
When I got these quiz results, I laughed and laughed
You Are Jelly Beans |
 For you, Easter is all about fun and sweet treats. None of that Jesus dying on a cross stuff! |
4/15/2006
4/12/2006
Ouch!
Whenever I am wearing sandals or a pair of dress shoes which slip on, people notice and point out my foot tattoo. For those of you who do not know me, or haven't seen it, it simply is the letters SED. People ask what it means. My reply is, "An ex-boyfriend's initials." They then reply, "Please tell me you are joking." I tell them I am, and that it is, in fact, my late grandmother's initials. They go, "Awww."
I just realize, what if the tattoo was of an ex-boyfriend? I would kind of be offended. Luckily for me, I am not stupid enough to put someone's, who I am dating, name on my body. But still, if I were that stupid, I would be offended.
And why do people need to point at it? Like I have never seen it before? People are smart.
I just realize, what if the tattoo was of an ex-boyfriend? I would kind of be offended. Luckily for me, I am not stupid enough to put someone's, who I am dating, name on my body. But still, if I were that stupid, I would be offended.
And why do people need to point at it? Like I have never seen it before? People are smart.
MGD is for old people
Lately, I have been seeing a lot of Miller Genunine Draft commercials, with their slogan "Beer. Grown up." One I saw recently showed adults deflating inflatable furniture, throwing away beer hat thingies, and throwing plastic house party cups out the window and then grabbing an ice cold MGD. I know what they are getting at: when you are young you will drink anything, which is true. But I still thought it was funny for two reasons.
1. Among my friends, we always talk about how MGD is what our parents drink. It is honestly my parents beer.
2. If Miller is trying to go with older=more refined taste=higher quality=not cheap then I call bull. Having only recently gotten into drinking darker beers (Guinness), Miller and any of its sub-categories tastes like water to me (but I will still drink it any day over Budweiser). I think I am subtly saying my parents have weak taste in beer, heh. Miller is relatively cheap too (but it is no Blatz, Schlitz, Milwaukee's Best when it comes to price though).
In the end, I will wrap by saying I have no authority over the quality of beers, since I haven't had a wide variety of brands and am not much of a drinker (honest!). Ok, back to work.
1. Among my friends, we always talk about how MGD is what our parents drink. It is honestly my parents beer.
2. If Miller is trying to go with older=more refined taste=higher quality=not cheap then I call bull. Having only recently gotten into drinking darker beers (Guinness), Miller and any of its sub-categories tastes like water to me (but I will still drink it any day over Budweiser). I think I am subtly saying my parents have weak taste in beer, heh. Miller is relatively cheap too (but it is no Blatz, Schlitz, Milwaukee's Best when it comes to price though).
In the end, I will wrap by saying I have no authority over the quality of beers, since I haven't had a wide variety of brands and am not much of a drinker (honest!). Ok, back to work.
4/11/2006
G-d likes knock, knock jokes....
Go talk to G-d. I'm pretty sure it isn't the actual G-d. I'm just saying. Holla to CM, for finding that one.
What I find amusing is that I don't consider myself religious at all. I only attended "Sunday school" for about a month when I was 3, and it was more of a day care then anything else. So, all my life, I haven't gone to church. Yet, I know much more about biblical stories then some other people I know, *cough*CM*cough*. I have to explain to some people why people celebrate Good Friday and Easter. I also explain the story of Moses. Apparently my parents didn't raise a complete heathen. Perhaps I am one of the People Going to Heaven?
What I find amusing is that I don't consider myself religious at all. I only attended "Sunday school" for about a month when I was 3, and it was more of a day care then anything else. So, all my life, I haven't gone to church. Yet, I know much more about biblical stories then some other people I know, *cough*CM*cough*. I have to explain to some people why people celebrate Good Friday and Easter. I also explain the story of Moses. Apparently my parents didn't raise a complete heathen. Perhaps I am one of the People Going to Heaven?
4/10/2006
Picking me up and dipping
So, I don't really like to be physically picked up. Basically anything that involves me having no control over whether or not I fall, I don't like. Maybe its because the only people that try to pick me up are drunk, so I have bad experiences. You can never trust a drunk person. Example of me not liking drunk people touching me: This Saturday, I went out with a friend I hadn't seen in a long time. We went to a more "popular" bar than I am used to. By more popular, I mean this is the type of bar you go to, in order to get some ass. I mostly went because I knew this is where my friend wanted to go, and I knew I would have fun with her either way. Was, and usually am, not into looking for ass at a bar. Maybe my friend is right...I am asexual. Anyway:
I thought that if I kept to myself that I would be left alone, but no. On my way back from the bathroom, I got stopped by two fratty guys and was asked about my philosophy on facial hair. I gave my answer. One of the guys asked me if he could have a hug, and before I could answer he wrapped his arms around me and dipped me. Luckily it didn't last long. My body stiffened up, and I grabbed on to his arms in fear of being dropped. When he brought me back up, I "laughed" and excused myself back to my friend. If I weren't so antisocial, I might have thought that was fun. Oh wait...no I still wouldn't have thought it was fun. Boys, just a suggestion for the future, wait for the answer before you go for the kill. If a person is not ready, the results could be disastrous.
I thought that if I kept to myself that I would be left alone, but no. On my way back from the bathroom, I got stopped by two fratty guys and was asked about my philosophy on facial hair. I gave my answer. One of the guys asked me if he could have a hug, and before I could answer he wrapped his arms around me and dipped me. Luckily it didn't last long. My body stiffened up, and I grabbed on to his arms in fear of being dropped. When he brought me back up, I "laughed" and excused myself back to my friend. If I weren't so antisocial, I might have thought that was fun. Oh wait...no I still wouldn't have thought it was fun. Boys, just a suggestion for the future, wait for the answer before you go for the kill. If a person is not ready, the results could be disastrous.
4/07/2006
V for Vendetta
It has been over a year since I first read the graphic novel by Alan Moore. The depth that I read, by myself, into a book is the equivalent of a kiddie pool. Luckily for me I was reading it for a comparative literature class that was strictly graphic novels. I wasn't a fan of this genre, but I did after the class. Anyway, as I stated, V for Vendetta was one of the books I read for this class. Through lectures and discussions, I better understood the symbolism and the storyline (although there is a blatant message there).
I heard a few months later that a movie was being made of it, I was excited to see how the story would be brought to life. Then, I heard that Moore, the creator, wanted nothing to do with it. He is this way with all of his works. From what he had seen and heard, the screenplay deviated to far from the novel. This scared me, because I didn't want to ruin one of my favorite graphic novels by seeing the movie based on it. But I went with my gut instinct and I went to go see it.
Well, it is definitely not like the novel, but I would say I still like it. In movie making, I think it is ok for the directors and screenwriters to make some artistic liberties, although I think it is helpful to get some support from the original creator. Well, I am not a HUGE Alan Moore fan, so I could care less. Now, if they would do this to Neil Gaiman, that is another story. Back to the movie: It was more action oriented (fighting with swords and blood) then I what I pictured while reading the book, storylines are missing and new ones were added. Some characters (mostly wives or other female characters) were missing or their storylines were changed. Nothing that I thought was too important. The most important part stayed intact, in my opinion. This part was the political influence. So much has changed from when that book was written (1988) to when the movie was released (hell, stuff has even changed from when I read the book a year and a half ago), but the book stays politically relevant. The book and movie makes me want to start a revolution (don't worry DHS, a peaceful one).
I heard a few months later that a movie was being made of it, I was excited to see how the story would be brought to life. Then, I heard that Moore, the creator, wanted nothing to do with it. He is this way with all of his works. From what he had seen and heard, the screenplay deviated to far from the novel. This scared me, because I didn't want to ruin one of my favorite graphic novels by seeing the movie based on it. But I went with my gut instinct and I went to go see it.
Well, it is definitely not like the novel, but I would say I still like it. In movie making, I think it is ok for the directors and screenwriters to make some artistic liberties, although I think it is helpful to get some support from the original creator. Well, I am not a HUGE Alan Moore fan, so I could care less. Now, if they would do this to Neil Gaiman, that is another story. Back to the movie: It was more action oriented (fighting with swords and blood) then I what I pictured while reading the book, storylines are missing and new ones were added. Some characters (mostly wives or other female characters) were missing or their storylines were changed. Nothing that I thought was too important. The most important part stayed intact, in my opinion. This part was the political influence. So much has changed from when that book was written (1988) to when the movie was released (hell, stuff has even changed from when I read the book a year and a half ago), but the book stays politically relevant. The book and movie makes me want to start a revolution (don't worry DHS, a peaceful one).
4/04/2006
Nostalgic
Remember Ghostwriter? Remember how awesome it was? So wholesome yet so hip. One storyline took a month to finish to keep it fresh, you now, like WB Fresh.
I also miss the baby doll dress look. Sooooo Good.
I also miss the baby doll dress look. Sooooo Good.
4/03/2006
Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name...
When I left Milwaukee to go to the pow wow in Madison, I only took my wallet, cell phone, and coat. I had no intentions of staying past 8pm. I was mostly going to see my brother drum and sing for the first time. I wasn't really anticipating many old friends to be there. As soon as I got there I was greeted with a hug from my friend Crystal. From that point on, I spent 75% of my time hugging and catching up with old friends/fellow organizational members and other people I have worked with on various projects while I was at school. I think the people at Public Allies would be very proud of me, because I had my "elevator speech," down.
Me responding to everyone asking me what I am now doing:
"Well, I am working in an Americorp program called Public Allies, which places young adults in non-profit organizations to work Monday through Thursday, and on Fridays we come together to get professional development training and work on community service projects. The non-profit organization I am working at is called..."
I basically recited it word for word to each person. While I was catching up with everybody, they were asking me if I would come to the "49" afterward. I said I would but that I couldn't stay long because I had to drive myself home that night. When I said this, I had many people offering me their couches to sleep on, which I eventually agreed to do. It is much better to sleep for a few hours as opposed to driving at 3am (not including time change for Daylights Savings Time). I just have to remember to pack an overnight bag next time just in case.
Oh, I made sure that I didn't bring more than 10 dollars cash with me. I didn't want to be tempted to buy some barrettes or jewelry. I did buy myself some white sage to burn in my apartment. It kind of smells like pot. Sage is burned to release negative energy and it is suppose to help with stress which I need help with.
So ends the most boring blog ever.
Me responding to everyone asking me what I am now doing:
"Well, I am working in an Americorp program called Public Allies, which places young adults in non-profit organizations to work Monday through Thursday, and on Fridays we come together to get professional development training and work on community service projects. The non-profit organization I am working at is called..."
I basically recited it word for word to each person. While I was catching up with everybody, they were asking me if I would come to the "49" afterward. I said I would but that I couldn't stay long because I had to drive myself home that night. When I said this, I had many people offering me their couches to sleep on, which I eventually agreed to do. It is much better to sleep for a few hours as opposed to driving at 3am (not including time change for Daylights Savings Time). I just have to remember to pack an overnight bag next time just in case.
Oh, I made sure that I didn't bring more than 10 dollars cash with me. I didn't want to be tempted to buy some barrettes or jewelry. I did buy myself some white sage to burn in my apartment. It kind of smells like pot. Sage is burned to release negative energy and it is suppose to help with stress which I need help with.
So ends the most boring blog ever.
"Can you get pink eye in the mouth?"
Stupid question, I know, but sometimes I like to say things because I think they are funny and I like to amuse myself. My sister came to visit me on Friday night, but she failed to tell me that she had an eye irritation AND she thought it might be pink eye. I didn't think people got pink eye after a certain age. It just reminds me of one of those childhood things that kids like to pass on to each other, (such as chicken pox, the flu, lice or herpes--ok just kidding about that last one) in the Petri dish that is known as public school systems. Well, my sister does work in a day care facility, so it is more than likely that one of the little devils gave her the conjunctivitis.
After she left my apartment, I have been bleaching down everything she has touched. I am not even touching my own eyes in fear of getting it. I took out my contact lenses two nights ago and have been wearing my glasses ever since, just so I don't have to touch my eyes for a couple of days. I am really paranoid about it, because I am usually really susceptible to catching things this contagious. I am a wee bit of a hypochondriac, which I think I inherited from my grandmother after she passed away. Along with the pink eye, which I am convinced I will inevitably get, I am convinced I have endometriosis. Who needs to have babies anyway?
After she left my apartment, I have been bleaching down everything she has touched. I am not even touching my own eyes in fear of getting it. I took out my contact lenses two nights ago and have been wearing my glasses ever since, just so I don't have to touch my eyes for a couple of days. I am really paranoid about it, because I am usually really susceptible to catching things this contagious. I am a wee bit of a hypochondriac, which I think I inherited from my grandmother after she passed away. Along with the pink eye, which I am convinced I will inevitably get, I am convinced I have endometriosis. Who needs to have babies anyway?
4/02/2006
The Best (and only) April Fools Joke
Yesterday I went to Madison, for the Wunk Sheek Pow-wow. Afterwards I went to the parking ramp with a few old friends, as I was going to drop them off to the "49" afterwards ("49" is the party after the pow-wow). I drove the car to the exit and handed the ticket to the cashier. The screen popped up and it said $2. I handed over the money and the lady looked at me all crabby-like and said, "It's $2 per person." I just looked at her dumbfounded. I didn't have the money for all the people in my car. I said, "Seriously?!?" And she kept up the pissed look, and 5 seconds later, she got a huge smile on her face and said, "APRIL FOOLS." I am gullible.
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