by Jack White
If you think that a kiss is all in the lips
C'mon, you got it all wrong, man
And if you think that our dance was all in the hips
Oh well, then do the twist
If you think holding hands is all in the fingers
Grab hold of the soul where the memory lingers and
Make sure to never do it with the fingers
Cause I'll tell everyone in the world
But he was thinking about the girl
Ya, but he's thinking about the girl, oh
A lot of people get confused and they bruise
Real easy when it comes to love
They start putting on their shoes and walking out
And singing "boy, I think I had enough"
Just because she makes you feel wrong
She don't mean to be mean or hurt you on purpose, boy
Take a tip and do yourself a little service
Take a mountain turn it into a mole
Just by playing a different role
Ya, by playing a different role, oh
The boat ya you know she's rockin' it
And the truth well ya know there's no stoppin' it
The boat ya you know she's still rockin' it
The truth well you know there's no stoppin' it
So what, somebody left you in a rut
And wants to be the one who's in control
But the feeling that you're under can really make you wonder
How the hell she can be so cold
So now you're mad, denying the truth
And it's getting in the wisdom in the back of your tooth
Ya need ta spit it out, in a telephone booth
While ya call everyone that you know, and ask 'em
Where do you think she goes
Oh ya, where d'ya suppose she goes, oh
The truth well you know there's no stoppin' it
And the boat well ya know she's still rockin' it
The boat ya you know she's still rockin' it
And the truth ya you know there's no stoppin' it
You recognize with your back in the back?
That it's colder when she rocks the boat
But it's the cause hittin on the Cardinal Laws?
'bout the proper place to hang her coat
So to you, the truth is still hidden
And the soul plays the role of a lost little kitten but
You should know that the dark is one kitten?
She's been singing it all along
But you were hearin' a different song
Ya you were hearin' a different song
But you were hearin' a different song.
My new favorite song....
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Jesse's Tattoo
So my brother got a tattoo in memory of our friend, Nick, who passed away just this past February. The tattoo is of a cross, all cracked and broken, and has the years of Nick's birth and death and his first name on banners across it. The tattoo artist did an excellent job, but I don't know how I feel about it. Jesse has never been one to show emotion, and so I know that he must be thinking about Nick a lot to do this. I think it might be his way to remind himself every day, so that he never forgets his friend.
I think about Nick every single day. I still can't believe that I will never see him again. Never get to swindle him and Jesse out of their Halloween candy like we did when we were all kids. Or just hear him laugh. I was sitting at the computer, exactly as I am now, when my dad came into the living room and said, "I have to go to Tony's. They found little Nick dead in his bed up at MSU." I felt like my heart was frozen, and my mom just kept asking over and over how it happened.
He's interred at Holy Sepulchre Cemetary, which is at 10 Mile and Beech, right on the way to Nikki's house, among other things. Every time I drive by I blow him a kiss. I wish I knew what to say to Carrie (his sister, who is my age). I want to call her, but I just don't know what words would come out of my mouth. I can't help but think that anything I say will be silly and irrelevant, even though I know that if I were in her situation I'd just like for people to try. I wrote a little testimonial on the website she set up in his memory (see the links at the left), which I'm sure his family has read, but other than that, I don't know what else I can say. I can't even write about it in my journal. I just start crying....
Sigh. Nick, we miss you. Watch out for us all, OK?
I think about Nick every single day. I still can't believe that I will never see him again. Never get to swindle him and Jesse out of their Halloween candy like we did when we were all kids. Or just hear him laugh. I was sitting at the computer, exactly as I am now, when my dad came into the living room and said, "I have to go to Tony's. They found little Nick dead in his bed up at MSU." I felt like my heart was frozen, and my mom just kept asking over and over how it happened.
He's interred at Holy Sepulchre Cemetary, which is at 10 Mile and Beech, right on the way to Nikki's house, among other things. Every time I drive by I blow him a kiss. I wish I knew what to say to Carrie (his sister, who is my age). I want to call her, but I just don't know what words would come out of my mouth. I can't help but think that anything I say will be silly and irrelevant, even though I know that if I were in her situation I'd just like for people to try. I wrote a little testimonial on the website she set up in his memory (see the links at the left), which I'm sure his family has read, but other than that, I don't know what else I can say. I can't even write about it in my journal. I just start crying....
Sigh. Nick, we miss you. Watch out for us all, OK?
Homeless Art
So I realized this morning how much I really need to get my own place. I can't handle the ongoing war between my dad and my little brother. And my mom always gets stuck in the middle. I just can't take much more. Plus, I have this giant portfolio of artwork that I've been collecting, and I need some of my own walls to hang it all up on.
I bought a bunch of it while I was in Ecuador, but there is other stuff there too. Some of my old photographs. I miss having access to a darkroom. I should get my cameras out again....
That's all for now, time to go to work.
I bought a bunch of it while I was in Ecuador, but there is other stuff there too. Some of my old photographs. I miss having access to a darkroom. I should get my cameras out again....
That's all for now, time to go to work.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Say Halleluja...
Because today a seemingly impossible thing happened: I got a cell phone. You know, after my shit got shut off in December I thought, "This is really not that big a deal, I can live without a phone." Which is true, but you guys, my friends, were driving me crazy with all your begging -- Maria, PUH-LEEZ get a damn cell phone! We can never get in touch with you!! Well people, ask and you shall receive. And I didn't even have to pay a deposit! Now you don't have to rely on my family to pass along messages, or listen to my dad's increasingly, um, creative answering machine greetings anymore. Time to party!
So far today has been a great day. I don't want to jinx it seeing as how it's only 9:15, but I really don't think things could go downhill. I woke up to a sunny, hot, beautiful Saturday that I had COMPLETELY OFF FROM ALL JOBS! Awesome. Then I went shopping with my baby bro's girlfriend, Jessica, Got my phone turned back on (sweet!), and stopped by the post office to mail Beca her birthday present. Which brings me to....
Feliz cumpleaños a ti mi amiga querida! Yes, that is right, today Miss Beca (and her twin Neftali) turned 24. Girl I hope you are out there are partying it up royal with Kevin. I hope you guys had weather as nice as it was here in Michigan!! Miss you chica!
Then I came home, laid in the sunshine in my backyard listening to one of my neighbor's get married (the ceremony and reception for Miss Vanessa Hicks was at their house today, for those who know her). Took a nice cool shower. Read some magazines. Went to have dinner with a cutie pie at 7:30. Now I am just waiting for Nik to get out of work to see what's up for tonight. Oh, and I bought three CDs today, and every single one of them is AMAZING. The Killers (a long overdue purchase), the new White Stripes disc (which I bought on blind faith since I hadn't heard a single, solitary song), and Amerie's, "Touch," which is pretty bangin'.
Let's hope tomorrow is even better than today -- or at least not any worse!
Oh and P.S. If you want my new cell number call the house or email me, I'm not putting it up here for obvious reasons. Holla!
So far today has been a great day. I don't want to jinx it seeing as how it's only 9:15, but I really don't think things could go downhill. I woke up to a sunny, hot, beautiful Saturday that I had COMPLETELY OFF FROM ALL JOBS! Awesome. Then I went shopping with my baby bro's girlfriend, Jessica, Got my phone turned back on (sweet!), and stopped by the post office to mail Beca her birthday present. Which brings me to....
Feliz cumpleaños a ti mi amiga querida! Yes, that is right, today Miss Beca (and her twin Neftali) turned 24. Girl I hope you are out there are partying it up royal with Kevin. I hope you guys had weather as nice as it was here in Michigan!! Miss you chica!
Then I came home, laid in the sunshine in my backyard listening to one of my neighbor's get married (the ceremony and reception for Miss Vanessa Hicks was at their house today, for those who know her). Took a nice cool shower. Read some magazines. Went to have dinner with a cutie pie at 7:30. Now I am just waiting for Nik to get out of work to see what's up for tonight. Oh, and I bought three CDs today, and every single one of them is AMAZING. The Killers (a long overdue purchase), the new White Stripes disc (which I bought on blind faith since I hadn't heard a single, solitary song), and Amerie's, "Touch," which is pretty bangin'.
Let's hope tomorrow is even better than today -- or at least not any worse!
Oh and P.S. If you want my new cell number call the house or email me, I'm not putting it up here for obvious reasons. Holla!
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Funkytown
So today I finally woke up feeling like myself again. Ever since Saturday afternoon I have just felt kind of... icky. I think I wasn't sleeping enough. Plus every once in a while I go through little funks. I feel like my bod has snapped out of it, but there's something tugging at me on the inside that I have yet to figure out. An incessant amount of thinking about it hasn't seemed to help, and my journaling isn't really sussing it out either. Blech! Come on Maria, get with the program!
Yesterday I spent the whole day on my couch, watching TV and sleeping, and of course, gossiping with Nikki because she was here all day. (Check out the link on the right if you want to know more about what's up with Nikster.) You know, I have to say, that although I love men, sometimes they do things and I just want to go, "What the HELL do you think you're doing??" Like when they break it off with an amazing woman because their lives are just, "too busy right now," or when they see you in a bar and claim to have brushed shoulders with you but for some reason couldn't say hi. Crap like that is how feelings get hurt. Come on guys, honesty goes a long way -- even if it hurts in the short run, and you should always smile and say hi, it's a much better alternative than skulking away and pretending not to have seen someone.
I think maybe I should go attempt to clean my room a little bit, since there are so many clothes all over the place that I can barely see any of my furniture.
Oh, did I mention that I am ridiculously excited for the sixth Harry Potter book that is coming out in about a month?? Yea, and yesterday Nik and I checked out the trailer for the new movie in November, and all I have to say is that there are dragons. And someone dies. But I won't tell!
Yesterday I spent the whole day on my couch, watching TV and sleeping, and of course, gossiping with Nikki because she was here all day. (Check out the link on the right if you want to know more about what's up with Nikster.) You know, I have to say, that although I love men, sometimes they do things and I just want to go, "What the HELL do you think you're doing??" Like when they break it off with an amazing woman because their lives are just, "too busy right now," or when they see you in a bar and claim to have brushed shoulders with you but for some reason couldn't say hi. Crap like that is how feelings get hurt. Come on guys, honesty goes a long way -- even if it hurts in the short run, and you should always smile and say hi, it's a much better alternative than skulking away and pretending not to have seen someone.
I think maybe I should go attempt to clean my room a little bit, since there are so many clothes all over the place that I can barely see any of my furniture.
Oh, did I mention that I am ridiculously excited for the sixth Harry Potter book that is coming out in about a month?? Yea, and yesterday Nik and I checked out the trailer for the new movie in November, and all I have to say is that there are dragons. And someone dies. But I won't tell!
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
My immortal beloved...
"I can live only completely with you, or not at all."
So I just finished watching, "Immortal Beloved," about Ludwig von Beethoven. One of my favorite movies. I've seen it so many times, and yet each time I am moved by the tortured love story behind the music. I have no idea if it is at all based in fact (Steph, can you help me out on that one?), but I still love it. At the end, when she finally reads the letter, after a lifetime of pain and suffering at his hands, and we realize it was all because of a tragic misunderstanding, I can feel the heartbreak. To have spent your whole life without your true love because of a missed letter. It's a tragedy of Shakespearean proportions. I wonder if this movie was nominated for anything....
Anyway, I've spent all day as a couch potato because I haven't been feeling very well. I stayed home from work and ended up sleeping and watching an obscene amount of TV. Can I just say that I frickin' LOVE my free digital cable?? It is awesome.
Well, that's it for now. Most boring blog entry of all time!
So I just finished watching, "Immortal Beloved," about Ludwig von Beethoven. One of my favorite movies. I've seen it so many times, and yet each time I am moved by the tortured love story behind the music. I have no idea if it is at all based in fact (Steph, can you help me out on that one?), but I still love it. At the end, when she finally reads the letter, after a lifetime of pain and suffering at his hands, and we realize it was all because of a tragic misunderstanding, I can feel the heartbreak. To have spent your whole life without your true love because of a missed letter. It's a tragedy of Shakespearean proportions. I wonder if this movie was nominated for anything....
Anyway, I've spent all day as a couch potato because I haven't been feeling very well. I stayed home from work and ended up sleeping and watching an obscene amount of TV. Can I just say that I frickin' LOVE my free digital cable?? It is awesome.
Well, that's it for now. Most boring blog entry of all time!
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Diarios de motocicleta
Has anyone seen, “The Motorcycle Diaries,” with Gael García Bernal? If you haven’t, then you should. I just watched it and I have to say that Anders was right, it’s incredible. I think I may have to make a trip to Borders come pay day and purchase some of Guevara’s writings. (For all those who don’t know, the movie is about young Ernesto “Che” Guevara’s South American trek desde Argentina hasta Venezuela with his companion, Alberto Granado. If you don’t know who Che is, then stop reading this immediately and go get your learn on, Google him or something, jeez!) It was insightful, funny, and beautifully filmed. Makes me miss Ecuador.
It also makes me wish I would have paid closer attention in a Spanish lit class I took during my fall semester senior year. It was a study of the lives of the indigenous people of the Andean region of Latin America, especially Ecuador, Bolivia, and Perú. I remember sitting in the class three times a week being bored out of my mind, and I remember reading some interesting essays, but I also remember hating my professor. He was terrible at engaging our class – he lectured for the straight 90 minutes with his back turned to us, his voice resonating off the chalkboard, the whole time making frantic and completely illegible notations with an ever dwindling piece of chalk.
During the final exam, which was a one-on-one conversation about the course and what we learned and a discussion of the material, I was thinking, “Man, every word that is coming out of my mouth is complete and total bullshit. And in Spanish no less. Hmmm, I wonder how you say ‘bullshit’ in Spanish?” Then my 25 minutes were up, and he opened the door to let the next person in and touched me on the shoulder and said, “María, por qué duermes en mi clase?” And I said, “Lo siento Profesor Allende, pero estoy enferma, tengo pulmonía (pneumonia),” because I had just been diagnosed. And he nodded and I left and another student had their 25 minute bullshit session, because truthfully we all hated the class. Somehow I got a B+ in that class, which mystifies me still.
But there is a scene in the movie where Ernesto is reading a book that a doctor specializing in leprosy had just given to him. And it’s a book I read for that class, by José Carlos Mariátegui, called Siete ensayos de interpretación de la realidad peruana. And I thought, “Hey, I’ve read that.” And though it may sound incredibly trite and simple and stupid – and even snobbish – I really get a kick out of moments like that. I think I have to read the book again now, and I’ll have to dust off my Spanish dictionary too, because my dependence on the subtitles to understand big chunks of the movie has made me realize that I am shamefully fuera de práctica.
It also makes me wish I would have paid closer attention in a Spanish lit class I took during my fall semester senior year. It was a study of the lives of the indigenous people of the Andean region of Latin America, especially Ecuador, Bolivia, and Perú. I remember sitting in the class three times a week being bored out of my mind, and I remember reading some interesting essays, but I also remember hating my professor. He was terrible at engaging our class – he lectured for the straight 90 minutes with his back turned to us, his voice resonating off the chalkboard, the whole time making frantic and completely illegible notations with an ever dwindling piece of chalk.
During the final exam, which was a one-on-one conversation about the course and what we learned and a discussion of the material, I was thinking, “Man, every word that is coming out of my mouth is complete and total bullshit. And in Spanish no less. Hmmm, I wonder how you say ‘bullshit’ in Spanish?” Then my 25 minutes were up, and he opened the door to let the next person in and touched me on the shoulder and said, “María, por qué duermes en mi clase?” And I said, “Lo siento Profesor Allende, pero estoy enferma, tengo pulmonía (pneumonia),” because I had just been diagnosed. And he nodded and I left and another student had their 25 minute bullshit session, because truthfully we all hated the class. Somehow I got a B+ in that class, which mystifies me still.
But there is a scene in the movie where Ernesto is reading a book that a doctor specializing in leprosy had just given to him. And it’s a book I read for that class, by José Carlos Mariátegui, called Siete ensayos de interpretación de la realidad peruana. And I thought, “Hey, I’ve read that.” And though it may sound incredibly trite and simple and stupid – and even snobbish – I really get a kick out of moments like that. I think I have to read the book again now, and I’ll have to dust off my Spanish dictionary too, because my dependence on the subtitles to understand big chunks of the movie has made me realize that I am shamefully fuera de práctica.
Go Daddy, Go!
Thanks to Shaun and Go Daddy! for my new domain name: http://www.mariaawilliams.com . Yes, there are two A's before the W, that's for my middle name y'all. Look for my blog there from now on, and find it you will.
Since today is Father's Day I'd like to send out some thanks and appreciation to my Daddy-O. To the man who fixes my car, intimidates potential boyfriends with shotguns (and their shells), loves to eat popcorn with milk (yick!), and does a darn good impression of Grizzly Adams: thanks Daddy for all you do, I love you and I hope you and Jesse have a great time fishing on this beautiful Father's Day!
Since today is Father's Day I'd like to send out some thanks and appreciation to my Daddy-O. To the man who fixes my car, intimidates potential boyfriends with shotguns (and their shells), loves to eat popcorn with milk (yick!), and does a darn good impression of Grizzly Adams: thanks Daddy for all you do, I love you and I hope you and Jesse have a great time fishing on this beautiful Father's Day!
Strangetoes
I have strange toes and I am stubborn.
These are things I feel you should know about me
before we begin what I think we are about to begin.
Because those might be dealbreakers for you --
if you've always hoped to have children with beautiful feet.
Then I am not the girl for you.
On the other hand,
I do have redeeming qualities.
I smile warmly, and often.
I am intelligent, inquisitive, and passionate.
And I'm honest.
Which is why I thought I should mention my feet
before we get all tangled up in this beginning.
For a friend...
These are things I feel you should know about me
before we begin what I think we are about to begin.
Because those might be dealbreakers for you --
if you've always hoped to have children with beautiful feet.
Then I am not the girl for you.
On the other hand,
I do have redeeming qualities.
I smile warmly, and often.
I am intelligent, inquisitive, and passionate.
And I'm honest.
Which is why I thought I should mention my feet
before we get all tangled up in this beginning.
For a friend...
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Smile Like You Mean It
So Shaun and I ended up going to Petoskey instead of Las Vegas. Don't ask how, but that's what we did, and we had such a great time! It thunderstormed on and off but we spent the rainy time either napping, in the Victories Casino playing $5 black jack, or in the movie theater. We also went mini-golfing and spent a good amount of time on the beach and playing frisbee in Lake Michigan. Well, Shaun played frisbee, I lobbed it through the air repeatedly making many unsuccessful and pathetic attempts to actually throw the disc to him instead of at him. We also ate some amazingly good food at this place called The Side Door Saloon, which, if any of you are contemplating a random trip to Petoskey, you should check out if you ever have the chance. Order the seafood pasta or the whitefish. Ridiculous!
The casino was pretty hilarious. Check it out here http://www.victories-casino.com/ . We walked in and Shaun said, "Holy shit! It looks like we're in someone's basement!" (A really nice, spacious basement, with a pretty rockin' blues band and some nice slot machines though.) And then he noticed the Pabst Blue Ribbon for $1.50 special. It was pretty much over from there. Let's just say that the next day when we went back the waitresses and dealers (plural, both of them) remembered us for Shaun's charisma and um, affinity for PBR. It was a total blast, plus I won $80 playing black jack (so Dad, you can be proud!).
The whole weekend was awesome, not a bad moment to be found, even with thunderstorms and sunburns! (The Pistons could have helped us start and finish it off with a bang, but I know they'll come around!!) Here are some pics above and below from the trip.
The casino was pretty hilarious. Check it out here http://www.victories-casino.com/ . We walked in and Shaun said, "Holy shit! It looks like we're in someone's basement!" (A really nice, spacious basement, with a pretty rockin' blues band and some nice slot machines though.) And then he noticed the Pabst Blue Ribbon for $1.50 special. It was pretty much over from there. Let's just say that the next day when we went back the waitresses and dealers (plural, both of them) remembered us for Shaun's charisma and um, affinity for PBR. It was a total blast, plus I won $80 playing black jack (so Dad, you can be proud!).
The whole weekend was awesome, not a bad moment to be found, even with thunderstorms and sunburns! (The Pistons could have helped us start and finish it off with a bang, but I know they'll come around!!) Here are some pics above and below from the trip.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Freedom
So I don't have to go back to work until Monday! Awesome. Just awesome. The last few days at work have been totally miserable. The storm system that came through on Sunday did a lot of damage and there have been spotty power outages and cable outages ever since and people are starting to get totally pissed. Then there are just the normal, "I hate your company but you have a monopoly," customers. I had one guy tonight go on a rant about how TiVo is sooooo much better and he can't wait til they come out with a Hi-Def compatible one because then he is going to throw our DVR in the trash. I wanted to tell him to take his $5,000 TV and shove it up his ass, but somehow I managed to restrain myself.
Anyway, I have four days off from Comcast and the Gap and that is amazing!! The Las Vegas plan has changed into camping for multiple and complicated reasons, but in all honesty I really don't have Vegas dinero right now, so I'd rather just go camping. A sexy man + beautiful Lake Michigan + my bikini + a good book + some beer and campfire grilled hot dogs = one damn good weekend. I'll get to break in my new Old Navy flips flops. :) And I haven't been camping in a looong time, not since I was in Ecuador, so I am really lookin' forward to it. Pray that we have nice weather!
I was thinking the other day about how my whole Life Plan has changed in the past couple months. Before I started working at Comcast I was 300% that I'd be joining the Peace Corps within a year. Now I'm considering starting grad school next winter, since the company has a fantastic education assistance program. I could go get a master's for almost *free* and then I'd only have to work for one year after I graduate. So let's say in 4 years (OK, maybe 4 1/2) I'm all done and I have my master's in [insert subject here] from [insert institution of higher learning here], then what? The Peace Corps for two years? I'd be 30 by the time I was done. And then law school, the ultimate goal. I'd be just starting my career at 33. Or 34. Where exactly am I going to fall in love, get married, have a baby, or two, or three? And I'll still be in debt up to my arse from Michigan and wherever I decide to go to law school. I dunno.
It seems silly to worry about these things because they are so hypothetical and far away. And who's to say I won't fall in love tomorrow and be married in a year, then what?? I guess what I'm playing around with is the concern that maybe there's really no point in having such a specific timeline for your life, because shit happens, and people change, and opportunities present themselves, and you just never know who you are going to meet when you wake up in the morning. So maybe I should just relax, take my time, live my life, and see where the road takes me.
More after the vacation, for all 4 of you that might ever read this. (Maybe some new pictures too!)
Anyway, I have four days off from Comcast and the Gap and that is amazing!! The Las Vegas plan has changed into camping for multiple and complicated reasons, but in all honesty I really don't have Vegas dinero right now, so I'd rather just go camping. A sexy man + beautiful Lake Michigan + my bikini + a good book + some beer and campfire grilled hot dogs = one damn good weekend. I'll get to break in my new Old Navy flips flops. :) And I haven't been camping in a looong time, not since I was in Ecuador, so I am really lookin' forward to it. Pray that we have nice weather!
I was thinking the other day about how my whole Life Plan has changed in the past couple months. Before I started working at Comcast I was 300% that I'd be joining the Peace Corps within a year. Now I'm considering starting grad school next winter, since the company has a fantastic education assistance program. I could go get a master's for almost *free* and then I'd only have to work for one year after I graduate. So let's say in 4 years (OK, maybe 4 1/2) I'm all done and I have my master's in [insert subject here] from [insert institution of higher learning here], then what? The Peace Corps for two years? I'd be 30 by the time I was done. And then law school, the ultimate goal. I'd be just starting my career at 33. Or 34. Where exactly am I going to fall in love, get married, have a baby, or two, or three? And I'll still be in debt up to my arse from Michigan and wherever I decide to go to law school. I dunno.
It seems silly to worry about these things because they are so hypothetical and far away. And who's to say I won't fall in love tomorrow and be married in a year, then what?? I guess what I'm playing around with is the concern that maybe there's really no point in having such a specific timeline for your life, because shit happens, and people change, and opportunities present themselves, and you just never know who you are going to meet when you wake up in the morning. So maybe I should just relax, take my time, live my life, and see where the road takes me.
More after the vacation, for all 4 of you that might ever read this. (Maybe some new pictures too!)
Monday, June 06, 2005
Sourpuss
I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed because I am in a sourpuss mood today. :( Man, I would pay someone else to go to work for me right now. Any takers?? Come on, getting bitched at over the phone all day is fun!! I swear... It really is... OK, I'm lying, hence the diminutive font. I was trying to pawn off my job on someone, but apparently there are no takers, so I guess I'll just go.
What the hell is my problem this morning anyway? I like my job! (Well, sort of. OK, not really at all, but I am comforted by the fact that I am good at it, make decent money, and also that I know it is only temporary.) Plus I have four days off this weekend and some good company to look forward to!! And hopefully my bikini and a beach and some pina coladas as well, mmmmm! I will just try to ignore the fact that it is GORGEOUS outside right now -- it's a perfect Michigan summer day, right after a storm and everything -- and go back to getting ready to go to work.
The pictures are just for the hell of it.
What the hell is my problem this morning anyway? I like my job! (Well, sort of. OK, not really at all, but I am comforted by the fact that I am good at it, make decent money, and also that I know it is only temporary.) Plus I have four days off this weekend and some good company to look forward to!! And hopefully my bikini and a beach and some pina coladas as well, mmmmm! I will just try to ignore the fact that it is GORGEOUS outside right now -- it's a perfect Michigan summer day, right after a storm and everything -- and go back to getting ready to go to work.
The pictures are just for the hell of it.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
This 'n That
Soooo... not much to report. I went to Old Navy on Saturday and bought 4 pairs of flip flops for $10.60. That is awesome. I needed some new ones because mine smell like old, dirty feet. Gee, I wonder why? At first I went into EMS because I really wanted a new pair of Reefs, but of course they did not have my size in any of the colors I would've wanted. That happens every time I go in there. I think maybe I'll just have to go online. But in the meantime I have some lovely new colorful cheap-O ones from Old Navy. They make my feet happy. :)
Right now I am avoiding being in my bedroom because I have let it get out of control disorganized. I think I have about 75% of my wardrobe on top of my bed and in my hamper right now -- all clean and just waiting to be put it in its right place. Before I can actually go to sleep tonight I know that I am going to have to clean off my bed. What do we think the chances are of me putting all the clothes away vs. relocating the heap?? I'd say about 30/70.
I've decided that people with cable are all morons. At work tonight I think I may have spoken to the Stupidest Person on Earth (SPoE). Our conversation went something like this:
Me: "Hi, this is Maria, how can I help you tonight?"
SPoE: "Um yea, my power went out a little while ago, and now I don't have cable."
Me: "OK, is your power back on now?"
SPoE: "Well yea, sort of, it keeps flashing in and out. It's off now."
Me: "OK, well I can't really do any troubleshooting if you don't currently have power. What you need to do is wait until your power is permanently restored and if your cable doesn't come on then you can call us back."
SPoE: "Well, can't you just schedule an appointment now, in case it doesn't come back on?"
Me: "We can't do that because if we set up the appointment for tomorrow let's say, and you still don't have power, but you forget to call and cancel, then a technician is going to show up at a house with no power, which is no good."
SPoE: "Oh."
...Pause...
...Silence...
SPoE: "So I just have to wait til the power comes back on then?"
Me: "Yes."
SPoE: "OK. Thanks. Bye."
...Click...
I swear to God, did these people snack on lead paint chips as children?? It's like calling a mechanic and saying, "My car won't start, but it's out of gas and I can't find my keys. Do you think you could you take a look at it for me??" Oy.
Oh I almost forgot, on Friday I went to watch Shaun play softball, which was pretty fun, except that his team lost, but not for lack of effort on his part. The funniest thing was that the opposing team had a bright orange team tee-shirt, that said, "The Shocker," and had a picture of a right hand with only the ring finger bent inwards. When I expressed confusion over the meaning of the hand symbol (I was thinking shadow puppets here people, that is how far off I was!") Shaun's best friend, Shimmy T, was like, "You don't know the SHOCKER?? Two in the pink, one in the stink!!" And I think I was visibly revolted. What kind of nonsense is that to put on your team's softball jersey?? I mean, there are children at these games!! Can you just imagine your little 7 year old son and his friend running around going, "Yeah! The SHOCKER!!!" and giving each other that hand symbol?!
Ugh, I shudder just thinking about it. (If you don't get it, please never ask me, it is too horrible to try to explain.)
For now I must go. I need to dig my bed out from under a monstrous pile of clothing. And yes, most of it is from the Gap.
Right now I am avoiding being in my bedroom because I have let it get out of control disorganized. I think I have about 75% of my wardrobe on top of my bed and in my hamper right now -- all clean and just waiting to be put it in its right place. Before I can actually go to sleep tonight I know that I am going to have to clean off my bed. What do we think the chances are of me putting all the clothes away vs. relocating the heap?? I'd say about 30/70.
I've decided that people with cable are all morons. At work tonight I think I may have spoken to the Stupidest Person on Earth (SPoE). Our conversation went something like this:
Me: "Hi, this is Maria, how can I help you tonight?"
SPoE: "Um yea, my power went out a little while ago, and now I don't have cable."
Me: "OK, is your power back on now?"
SPoE: "Well yea, sort of, it keeps flashing in and out. It's off now."
Me: "OK, well I can't really do any troubleshooting if you don't currently have power. What you need to do is wait until your power is permanently restored and if your cable doesn't come on then you can call us back."
SPoE: "Well, can't you just schedule an appointment now, in case it doesn't come back on?"
Me: "We can't do that because if we set up the appointment for tomorrow let's say, and you still don't have power, but you forget to call and cancel, then a technician is going to show up at a house with no power, which is no good."
SPoE: "Oh."
...Pause...
...Silence...
SPoE: "So I just have to wait til the power comes back on then?"
Me: "Yes."
SPoE: "OK. Thanks. Bye."
...Click...
I swear to God, did these people snack on lead paint chips as children?? It's like calling a mechanic and saying, "My car won't start, but it's out of gas and I can't find my keys. Do you think you could you take a look at it for me??" Oy.
Oh I almost forgot, on Friday I went to watch Shaun play softball, which was pretty fun, except that his team lost, but not for lack of effort on his part. The funniest thing was that the opposing team had a bright orange team tee-shirt, that said, "The Shocker," and had a picture of a right hand with only the ring finger bent inwards. When I expressed confusion over the meaning of the hand symbol (I was thinking shadow puppets here people, that is how far off I was!") Shaun's best friend, Shimmy T, was like, "You don't know the SHOCKER?? Two in the pink, one in the stink!!" And I think I was visibly revolted. What kind of nonsense is that to put on your team's softball jersey?? I mean, there are children at these games!! Can you just imagine your little 7 year old son and his friend running around going, "Yeah! The SHOCKER!!!" and giving each other that hand symbol?!
Ugh, I shudder just thinking about it. (If you don't get it, please never ask me, it is too horrible to try to explain.)
For now I must go. I need to dig my bed out from under a monstrous pile of clothing. And yes, most of it is from the Gap.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Slackin' on my Pimpin'
Lately, I have been slackin' on my pimpin', there is just no other way to say it. I HAVE NOT BEEN GETTING SHIT DONE! Ok, so maybe that was another way to say it. Examples, you ask?
#1: Tonight I came home from work to find proof that I am shitty ass friend, and it's all thanks to the USPS. My friend John, bro to Alyssa, attempted to send me a little sumthin' when I was living in Ecuador. That was November 2003 - April 2004. It was returned to him after many months of sitting in a completely inefficient Ecuadorian post office well after I had already returned home. Then he attempted to send it to me again in Bloomington, IN, where I lived for about a month this past Fall. Well, that was also returned to him, because by the time it got to Indiana I wasn't there anymore either. So today I finally received it, and it's a letter (well 3 actually, one for every delivery attempt) and a CD with about 20 songs on it, every single one of which has my name in the title. Is that not so sweet?? Yea, and I haven't talked to John since I don't even really remember when, and here he is going to all this trouble and spending an obscene amount of money on postage (OK well, $8 is obscene for one letter and a little CD) to send me a homemade CD. I suck. If that's not enough proof, read on!
#2: My homeboy Brian (Hey HAW! -- I have no idea what's going on right now....) has been calling me and keeps getting my voicemail (also known as Mama Williams), and I keep not calling him back because I a) work a lot and b) have no cell phone and c) am barely ever at home. He just passed his Playing Ability Test (for he is a badass golfer and endeavors to be a pro someday) after working so hard for it, and I know I need to call him to offer up my phatty congratulations, but I still just haven't. Part of it is kind of because I talk on the phone ALL FUCKING DAY at work, and so when I do come home I like to not be on the phone, but part of it is just me being a shitty friend. Again, I suck. Still not convinced? Keep reading!
#3: Walgreen's has been calling me to come pick up the prescription I was supposed to have collected on Friday (and this is my thyroid medicine, which I really need to take every day, and haven't taken since Friday).
#4: I think that I have been telling my dad, "Yea Dad, I'm going to get my oil changed this weekend, I know, I know!" for about 2 months now. No lie. I hope my engine doesn't blow up tomorrow on the way to Big Ray's, that'd be pretty shitty. And probably cost a whole more than $29.99.
#5: My student loan collector people (A.K.A. Psycho Phone Stalkers From HELL) call like five times a day (along with my 3 absurdly late credit card collector agent people) from all sorts of fun places like Maryland, Kentucky, and Out of Area (which sounds like a pretty far out and groovy place to visit if only one could obtain discernible directions), and I avoid them like the plague. I let the machine get it, and then they get to listen to my dad's cryptic and somewhat halting answering machine message that has one of those really long pauses after the, "Hello," part of it, to make you think you actually got a person and then, WHAM!, you realize it's just a fucking irritating ass answering machine, AGAIN. I swear, I just gave these people like $1000, isn't that ENOUGH to get them to stop phone stalking me??!!
And #6: I'm pretty sure I missed a mandatory meeting at the Gap on Tuesday, that I selected to attend, and so really have no excuse for missing. Hope I'm not fired. It would suck ass to lose my discount.
So anyway, those are just a few of the reasons why I suck lately. To all my homies that I have not been in touch with, just know that I think about you guys a lot, and miss you all, especially those that are far away, and some day I will get my act together and send you emails or call. Maybe that is what I will do this weekend.
In the meantime, you should click on my Maddox link on the right and read his rant about Star Wars. WARNING: it contains spoilers. But the shit is funny as H-E-double hockey sticks.
Oh and P.S., I've discovered that caramel Hershey's kisses are the greatest thing ever.
#1: Tonight I came home from work to find proof that I am shitty ass friend, and it's all thanks to the USPS. My friend John, bro to Alyssa, attempted to send me a little sumthin' when I was living in Ecuador. That was November 2003 - April 2004. It was returned to him after many months of sitting in a completely inefficient Ecuadorian post office well after I had already returned home. Then he attempted to send it to me again in Bloomington, IN, where I lived for about a month this past Fall. Well, that was also returned to him, because by the time it got to Indiana I wasn't there anymore either. So today I finally received it, and it's a letter (well 3 actually, one for every delivery attempt) and a CD with about 20 songs on it, every single one of which has my name in the title. Is that not so sweet?? Yea, and I haven't talked to John since I don't even really remember when, and here he is going to all this trouble and spending an obscene amount of money on postage (OK well, $8 is obscene for one letter and a little CD) to send me a homemade CD. I suck. If that's not enough proof, read on!
#2: My homeboy Brian (Hey HAW! -- I have no idea what's going on right now....) has been calling me and keeps getting my voicemail (also known as Mama Williams), and I keep not calling him back because I a) work a lot and b) have no cell phone and c) am barely ever at home. He just passed his Playing Ability Test (for he is a badass golfer and endeavors to be a pro someday) after working so hard for it, and I know I need to call him to offer up my phatty congratulations, but I still just haven't. Part of it is kind of because I talk on the phone ALL FUCKING DAY at work, and so when I do come home I like to not be on the phone, but part of it is just me being a shitty friend. Again, I suck. Still not convinced? Keep reading!
#3: Walgreen's has been calling me to come pick up the prescription I was supposed to have collected on Friday (and this is my thyroid medicine, which I really need to take every day, and haven't taken since Friday).
#4: I think that I have been telling my dad, "Yea Dad, I'm going to get my oil changed this weekend, I know, I know!" for about 2 months now. No lie. I hope my engine doesn't blow up tomorrow on the way to Big Ray's, that'd be pretty shitty. And probably cost a whole more than $29.99.
#5: My student loan collector people (A.K.A. Psycho Phone Stalkers From HELL) call like five times a day (along with my 3 absurdly late credit card collector agent people) from all sorts of fun places like Maryland, Kentucky, and Out of Area (which sounds like a pretty far out and groovy place to visit if only one could obtain discernible directions), and I avoid them like the plague. I let the machine get it, and then they get to listen to my dad's cryptic and somewhat halting answering machine message that has one of those really long pauses after the, "Hello," part of it, to make you think you actually got a person and then, WHAM!, you realize it's just a fucking irritating ass answering machine, AGAIN. I swear, I just gave these people like $1000, isn't that ENOUGH to get them to stop phone stalking me??!!
And #6: I'm pretty sure I missed a mandatory meeting at the Gap on Tuesday, that I selected to attend, and so really have no excuse for missing. Hope I'm not fired. It would suck ass to lose my discount.
So anyway, those are just a few of the reasons why I suck lately. To all my homies that I have not been in touch with, just know that I think about you guys a lot, and miss you all, especially those that are far away, and some day I will get my act together and send you emails or call. Maybe that is what I will do this weekend.
In the meantime, you should click on my Maddox link on the right and read his rant about Star Wars. WARNING: it contains spoilers. But the shit is funny as H-E-double hockey sticks.
Oh and P.S., I've discovered that caramel Hershey's kisses are the greatest thing ever.
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