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[Sep. 24th, 2007|09:38 pm] |
On the whole, I like the people I work with right now 800,000 times better than the people I worked with this summer. On an individual basis, they also beat out about 85% of the summer staff as well.
Rock on Nature's Classroom. |
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[Aug. 19th, 2007|01:20 pm] |
i did such a good job being everywhere
that i was really nowhere |
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[Aug. 18th, 2007|04:57 pm] |
i want to keep learning and philosphizing and writing.
unfortunately that got put on hold all summer.
maybe in my attempts to do a spectacular job at my job
i let myself take away too much time from my soul,
trying to cram myself into a 24 hour period from
saturday noon to sunday noon. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2007|07:49 am] |
why would i be on a power trip the seventh week of summer? ridiculous.
then again, occassionally i can be pretty stiff-necked and moralistic and judgemental. i guess. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2007|02:31 pm] |
I have this deep gut wrenching feeling that I'm never going to have another job again where I don't have to constantly remind people of rules that even I find a hard time following. Frankly, it's draining, and you wish these people would just be smart enough to friggin' think their actions through so you didn't have to reprimand them later.
On a lighter note: when I admonished the staff they were swimming and I announced it in such a pompous tone that they knew I was't fuming.
Other things however... |
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[Jul. 31st, 2007|01:43 pm] |
i want to move in december.
getting health insurance for MA seems like WAY to much of a hassle.
december seems awful close though... |
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[Jul. 19th, 2007|07:14 pm] |
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first person to read the harry potter book and tell me if he dies wins a yet undertermined prize. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2007|12:07 pm] |
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As soon as my parents recieve the cheque I wrote them and deposit it in their account, I have paid them halfway back. It has taken 5 months to get there, but lo and behold, there are 5 months left in this year, so perhaps, I will still have paid them off by the end of the year as was my plan. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2007|09:52 pm] |
if anyone calls for me, I am asleep.
and i don't want to be woken up. |
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[Jun. 26th, 2007|02:06 pm] |
I learned a new word today: noncompliant.
And how to use it forcefully in my job here at camp.
Surprisingly enough, I find that I love doing this.
Still.
I suppose that's why I can see myself doing it my whole life.
(but not in this location.) |
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[May. 30th, 2007|09:57 pm] |
This is going into my biography as the MOST ridiculous chain of events I have ever been part of. It couldn't have been more perfect if it had been scripted for a movie.
Scene One: Me and my grandmother riding home from church on Sunday.
Me: "So, did you hear that [brother] is engaged."
Her: "WHAT. Oh, no I didn't. When did that happen?"
"Um, well, I heard Tuesday, maybe Wednesday."
"I have told your father before that I don't really like that girl. She's not perfect. No one's perfect enough for your brother."
"Well, hmm. I'll be sure to be careful when I get engaged, make sure that he's perfect."
(Segue quickly into new topic.)
"So, are you going to [cousin's] graduation? When is it?"
"I don't know, I haven't been invited yet, it's coming up very soon though."
(As Grandmother drops me off)
"Well, I'm sorry you couldn't come to dinner with your father and and mother and I, but I'll see you next Sunday."
"Yes." (runs away to feel bad.)
Scene two: Today
Close up shot of text message from brother's girlfriend/fiance "Thanks for Telling Mom and Dad"
Realization: A) My parents didn't know my brother was engaged.
B) My grandmother told them at lunch on Sunday
C) I told my grandmother
D) I am a catalyst of destruction
ARGH. |
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[May. 21st, 2007|10:54 am] |
So. I just read (in Entertainment Weekly) that smoking in a film will now merit an R rating.
But I still think they need an R-rating for "Excessive Consumption of Goods." Let's stamp out materialism, it's just as unhealthy, only on a global scale. |
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[May. 8th, 2007|06:26 pm] |
and another short and terrible non-earth shattering realization:
consistency is not monotony. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2007|09:58 pm] |
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yesterday i thought...
happy is the man who understands that all of his life is journey alone and then he can start to appreciate the time lived in the company, rather that bewailing his unfortunate single state at any one point in time.
besides, then people will stop looking at me like i'm some kind of hero for travelling to new zealand by myself. sometimes, i feel like i'm lying to them, cause i sure wasn't alone very often.
and besides, the first paragraph is true. you've got your own inner monologue going all the time, and even when other people come and you talk to them, it's still going. thoreau, wise man that he is, starts out walden by apologizing that he's going to talk about himself, but if there was anyone that he knew as well as he knew himself, he surely would talk about them.
"know thyself." ah yes, what an aphorism. i think.
i'm surprised i had never read walden before this though, i was missing out. |
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[Apr. 12th, 2007|04:06 pm] |
i was thinking about how
"sinless" and "perfect"
are not actually synonyms. |
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[Mar. 29th, 2007|10:55 am] |
There are websites I try strenuously to avoid, because I know I'll get sucked in.
They are:
youtube
craigslist
anything which shows full length television
fanfiction websites
however.
today i spent like an hour on craigslist.
my carefully constructed defenses are crumbling. |
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[Mar. 26th, 2007|09:09 am] |
I'm cleaning out itunes, just like I'm cleaning out my boxes of stuff. But, So long all those songs that got me through high school. Those depressed whiny melodies. The ones I downloaded as soon as I had my computer. Staind. Oasis. Red Hot Chili Peppers. AFI. I should probably chuck Blink-182 and Less Than Jake. I mean, Living Sacrifice went, so did Alanis Morissette, Avril Lavigne, and Smile Empty Soul, Evanescence and Nickelback. The things I heard on the radio. Back when I listened to the radio. Back before I listened to whole albums, and only listened to the songs I knew. Yeah, way back then.
I really have become a snob.
But I decided yesterday, that I'm fine with being a snob. It's just the dressed down word for "connoisseur." There are so many fancy words out there, that sometimes we need to remember that every word has it's opposite. It's degradation. Words that snub and put the hoity toity back with the hoi polloi.
And sometimes, you need the sparse along with the festooned. Sometimes you need the simple version, and sometimes you can understand subtleties.
I still haven't attempted Virginia Wwoolf. I hear she's dazzling and jeweled. Ah well, I've got Raymond Carver, and soon enough, Joyce Carol Oates. I returned Darwin, and took out Thoreau instead. One day I'll find a copy of Kierkegaard and read James Joyce as well.
This is really just a list,
with many words.
Two of my favorite things.
Then again, I have a lot of favorite things. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2007|11:57 am] |
Perhaps, the concept of "wasting time" is really just the product of adult minds.
Cause I sure don't remember thinking that playing dress-up and sailing to America (17 million times) was a waste of time when I was 10. |
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[Mar. 11th, 2007|05:23 pm] |
Let me tell you a funny story, right before I go for a walk.
You will like it, because it is awkward.
My last night in Christchurch, I was sitting in Starbucks, eating chocolate cake and doing the Sudoku in the Christchurch press. I was sitting on the couches, along the back wall, under the most recent art picture, and catty-corner to me was a couple. In their late twenties, or early thirties. A Japanese Woman and an English man. They were have a Relationship Defining Talk.
In Starbucks.
Words to the effect of "Look, you don't understand the pressure I'm under, trying to look like a nice girl, but all the other girls, they assume things. They pick you apart" Arguments beginning with, "But you don't know how it is for me, coming back to the apartment and seeing all my clothes thrown on the ground." Then comebacks such as "But I saw you, talking with the other girl, in the corner at the party, and I don't know what too think..." And apologies along the lines of "I don't really know what's wrong with me."
And I pull my hood over the left side of my face and try not to smirk about the public-ness of this thing. AND THEN... a woman, fifty if she's a day, plops into the seat beside me, even closer to this couple and strikes up a conversation:
"WELL! We, my husband and I, just flew into Christchurch and we have had the busiest day!"
And the English fellow, too polite, or possibly too chicken to shoo this unknown woman away says,
"Where did you fly in from" politely.
"Heathrow" says the woman who has just inserted herself into the awkward situation.
So they make small talk, and I continue to do Sudoku, and laugh silently because maybe she's just saved the two of them, but I doubt it.
Because six minutes later, the man says, "Well, I'm going to go look for the toilets"
Walks out of the Starbucks, walks back in and says to his partner, "There aren't any around here, we'll just have to go now."
And I wonder what happens next. |
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