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[Sep. 8th, 2009|11:19 pm] |
For the record, when on Monday at around noon I noticed that my car had disappeared from my parking spot, I:
a) Checked the other spots, the street, and the side-streets to make sure it hadn't been moved.
b) Called my landlord to make sure it hadn't been towed, but couldn't get him because it was a holiday weekend.
c) Called the towing company used by my landlord, and then all of the other towing companies in town.
d) Called the police.
e) Called GEICO.
f) Talked over the theft with C, A, and R (...in that order! funny coincidence) who convinced me that I shouldn't have been quite so insistent, in statements to the police and insurance agent, that my car door had been unlocked.
g) Called the police and insurer back to explain that I didn't know what had come over me when I'd said the door had been unlocked, I must have been casting around in my mind for something that would explain the shocking randomness of the theft. While it was true that I hadn't been able to find my car keys the morning before, and that my car only locks with a key from the outside - a safety feature to keep you from locking your keys in the car - I had in fact located my keys in the pocket of the pants I'd been wearing the last time I'd driven/seen my car. Keys in pocket = probably did lock the car, after all.
i) Called my parents to explain what had happened to my car (actually my mother's car). My mother said, "Other than the car being stolen, how was your weekend?"
j) Was consoled by R and C (lol), who said I'd save a lot of money on gas and insurance and reminded me that New Brunswick is a transport hub with free city buses, halfway between New York and Philadelphia on the Northeast Corridor.
Then, and ONLY then, did I post a quick note to twitter. I know the web is full of twitter addicts but come on, give me a little credit!
So that's this week's bad news. The good news is that Pearson HR took my side in a hearing this morning. (Long story.)
Hope you all have been doing well. I've been working as an office manager for my dad in New York by day, taking graduate-level statistics courses by night. And falling asleep over my coffee every morning, XD. |
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| What's new: three things |
[Jul. 6th, 2009|11:29 pm] |
1. Back from Europe! As of last Monday, but ran around for a week between New Jersey, New York, and Upstate New York. Moved out of my parents' place and into an apartment last Wednesday - so easy, all the furniture was there already and I was able to transfer my suitcase from Europe without unpacking it - Chrissie is the best roommate ever. :D Funny, good listener, supposedly too lazy to cook or clean but keeps food under wraps with the dedication of someone who has lived in a tropical country where the cockroaches are the size of small cats. We have lots of sauces and fresh vegetables, and two of every sized skillet, but there were no duplicates when we combined our video game collections - which is what REALLY matters, am I right?
Going to be carless starting in August (long story) so I went shopping today and was able to buy lots of July 4th things, like corn, watermelon, mustard and cherries, etc at discount. European/Central Asian spices were expensive but I tell myself it's for a good cause, ie now that I've bought them I'll have to actually cook with them. I also went "shopping" at home - took a plastic bag, my parents didn't really need that much seltzer water anyway.
As for the Forth, I did the traditional thing and picniced. Twice! *g* At the picnic on Saturday, we got our British host to explain cricket to us. Turns out he was at Glastonbury* in the late 60s/early 70s: not just there, but there as a performer! In some band called Big Dick and the Scandals, with a "sister" band called Beryl and the Perils. XD; This thing about all-male acts with associated all-female acts, it's kind of like fraternities and sororities?
At the picnic on Sunday, there was another guy who had been to Glastonbury this year - not for the music festival, but to see the magic stone circle. Glastonbury has a reputation as a Hippy gathering, like Woodstock, but when you can actually dance around a magic stone circle it takes the New Age vibe to a whole new level I think.
*As you might have gathered, this is a major British music festival. There was scandal when Jay-Z headlined last year, ostensibly because he's not "rock" enough. In acknowledgment, he wore a guitar as a necklace.
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2. Although the first few paragraphs of this entry were about the apartment, tonight will be only my second night here since coming back to the US. Spent July 4 with my parents and the rest of the nights with... did I mention that I've been seeing someone? A girl? Since May. She's amazing. ^^ Thinking about it, the reason it's easy to be out with R** is that when I'm with her I genuinely don't care what other people think.
(Do I sound happy? I'm really, really happy. And why not? No job, new apartment, enough money for rent and to buy train tickets to/dinner in NYC, a girl with principles...)
**Though as I remember I was out to some of you guys back in college, but not acting on it. So I guess this makes it official: I'm out!
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3. Pictures from Europe are up on my brother's facebook - same last name, and his first name is Alex. All of them are public, I'm just trying to maintain some semblance of web propriety by not linking this journal to my real name too obviously. Here's a decent one of me:
( Sonya! )
And one of him that I like because it reminds me of when we were kids and I was still taller than him:
( Alex! )
I had to stand on a 4-foot wall to take that picture. |
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| Rare update |
[Mar. 31st, 2009|01:11 pm] |
Sitting in the office with no work - and I mean legitimately no work, not that there could be work if only I would apply myself more - so I am going to catch up this LJ with recent events. Quickly, before the headache from squinting at the screen with just one contact lens on sets in! (Will be picking up a new pair of glasses on my way home from work today. Thick black plastic-framed hipster glasses, very exciting!)
First thing is that I was out of town last weekend - Portland/Portsmouth/Boston/NYC. In Portland (the one in Maine) on Friday my mother and I did the arts district in the morning, port district in the afternoon. We had lunch at a pub where we were the only women - sort of funny, the "commercial street pub" sign outside was right next to one that said "no drinking at any time" - getting into the spirit of the place we drank beer, and my mother told me about the summer she'd worked as a waitress at a Maine resort in the seventies. (What am I going to be able to tell my hypothetical children?!)
Art district: really decent work at the Maine College of Art - acronym MECA - plastic flamingos dressed up in regional costumes. Also a nice antique fabric gallery across the street whose minder, who was about 25 and very friendly, said he'd gone to NYU and hadn't liked it because everyone was off doing their own thing, "like in high school" (which made me wonder what kind of high school he'd gone to). Port district: lots of lobster-flavored souvenirs and some old houses with plaques on 'em, including one called "Victoria House" that had Greek doric columns, Victorian woodwork around the doors and windows, Moorish geometric patterns along one roof, Chinese-style eaves along the other, and even a tower with one of those round nautical windows. All executed in brownstone. It was Special. *g*
...that paragraph could have been accomplished much more easily with pictures! Oh well.
Dinner in Portsmouth, which turns out to be a really trendy, upscale place. (Who knew?) We went to three breweries in a row that each had a 45 minute wait, then finally scored at an older, smaller one where the staff said the wait was only 15 minutes...though this turned out to also be 45 minutes. XD; Proof that you shouldn't always settle for the first decent, easy thing?
Did Boston Saturday. Met up with my cousin and her boyfriend, who have an apartment in Cambridge halfway between Harvard and MIT. Was nice to ditch the parents! We walked around Harvard Square, had lunch in a cafe where the waitress snootily informed us that they didn't serve those kinds of sodas (ie, Diet Coke - I suppose they had Italian sodas). Very good food though. Walked down to the Charles river, the weather was gorgeous, the people were wearing a variety of things - unlike New Yorkers, Bostonians don't tend to follow a style code. Boyfriend pointed out the building where he has a day job creating spreadsheets calculating the economic advantages of green technologies, on those rare days when his advisor is actually around to advise him. Discussed, with cousin, the way that office work trains you to approach every problem with "I can put that in a spreadsheet for you".
Then tea in a coffee house where my cousin had work up (she paints), then MIT where we saw the building that might collapse. A bit dizzying, actually, to behold. According to cousin's bf the more architecturally complicated, the higher the costs of repairs. And the roof leaks, also. *g* Proceeded to browse at the MIT bookstore where every book is a ground-breaking study with good cover design - just skimming the titles made me feel smarter.
Caught a train at 4:30 to NYC so I'd be back in time for Glasvegas, who were...not very good, actually. XD; Sort of boring? When your aesthetic ideal is a Phil Spectre-esque Wall of Sound, you'd better have the sound production to back it up, and they just didn't. Closed with what felt like the the entire audience singing along to this song, though, so that was a highlight. If I ever go to see this band again, I am definitely standing front and center - I'm not letting myself be taken aside after two drinks by a 40 year-old Morrissey fan who offers to buy me a third. (Seriously, what was I thinking? Though this did answer the question, who likes Glasvegas? As dude was way up on his British indie rock canon as determined by weekly British music magazines.) (Another nice thing about the show is that the audience was actually pretty mixed - old folk, young folk, black folk, white folk, Asian folk. Even some South Asian folk, who I have never before seen at an indie show.) |
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| 24! Just like the tv show. |
[Jan. 14th, 2009|01:13 am] |
Katie Yin and Steve, thanks for the birthday wishes!
...oh my god, I haven't posted here since August. *fails* *repeatedly* Things have been happening -- mostly band-obsession-related things that I am not sober enough to go into right now, but also some job-related things that may or may not pan out. I suppose I'll just say, travel might be involved.
I posted a few things to the other journal that really should have gone here:
Car accident!
New Year's Resolutions!
Where has my blogging mojo gone recently? ...into instant messenger, probably. It's like all of a sudden I can see the appeal of something everyone else has been enjoying since middle school.
(Actually, this is pretty good metaphor for everything in my life recently. It's like being fourteen all over again, only this time I'm not reading a fantasy novel a day!) (Still breaking out once a month, though.) |
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| Recent Adventures |
[Aug. 11th, 2008|01:56 pm] |
Eugune and his cousin are visiting this week. On Saturday we drove down to the Shore with some friends and watched Oliver gamble away his money one quarter at a time; yesterday we went into the city and saw Chinatown, Little Italy, the inside of the H&M in Soho (only I bought anything), and the inside of the Virgin Superstore on Union Square (ditto). We also met some friends (a different set from Saturday's) for karaoke and dinner in K-town -- I worry that Eugene and cousin were bored, but too polite to say anything. Eugene did his "psych major" thing where he said next to nothing, but assured us that our conversation was interesting to him. Um, okay.
Currently reading Can't Stop Won't Stop: A History of the Hip-Hop Generation by Jeff Chang |
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| not a real update |
[Jul. 17th, 2008|11:29 pm] |
CNNMoney.com's 2008 list of best small cities:
1. Plymouth, MN
2. Fort Collins, CO
3. Naperville, IL
4. Irvine, CA
5. Franklin Township, NJ
Hey, look, Marie! We're neighbors! :) :) :) Here is the full article from CNNMoney and here is an article from the Home News Tribune (semi-local paper) discussing Franklin's ranking.
Before the new high school was built, the only thing potential homeowners ever seemed to say about Franklin was that it was cheap and the location was good but the school system sucked so don't move there. It's nice to see people (or at least quantitative rubrics) expressing a different opinion.
(Is Franklin a "city", though? We're a township consisting of New Brunswick overflow to the north, historic villages to the south, industrial parks to the east, and forest, farmland, and new development to the west. There's no "downtown" and no "town center", unless you count the Municipal Center, which no one does...oh well, not going argue with the ranking: Franklin is a great place to live.)
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Should I apply for a job fact-checking doctoral theses at Princeton? It's closer, it's full time, it comes with full medical benefits, and the work is probably much more interesting than the work I am currently doing (spreadsheets of textbook strengths and weaknesses based on reviews). On the other hand, I'm in a pretty good position at [major textbook company] and I'll be giving up my place on the corporate ladder if I leave. Interesting work, or secure work? Which is more important?
But then again, it would be nice to cut the 3-hour daily commute down to just one hour...augh, so conflicted! |
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| Update, long-overdue |
[Apr. 7th, 2008|12:58 am] |
Aaah, it's been so long since I've posted anything here! I'd almost forgotten about this journal, but then I got a message from John (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) johnnyboy101) asking how I was doing, which reminded me that the whole reason LJ exists was so the founder would have a way to up keep in contact with his college high school friends. And so...
Speaking of high school friends, I went bowling last night with a few of mine, and I am proud to say that we ALL beat Barack Obama. ( Read more... ) |
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[Jan. 15th, 2008|04:38 pm] |
Passed today: a tree in the window of a house on College Avenue with beer cans hanging from the branches. |
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| Grades are in |
[Jan. 3rd, 2008|12:54 am] |
I got an A. ^_^v
Spent the morning at Raritan Valley getting my transcript out. Lots of running back and forth between offices -- the only advantage RVCC has over Michigan is that the offices are all in the same building. I crossed the main lobby so many times that after a while the guys stuck on line at the enrollment office started waving back.
Spent the afternoon shopping for new clothes. There wasn't much I could afford that looked good, even on sale. After some hours (2.5) of deliberation, I bought a coat. IT WAS EXPENSIVE. I'm still in shock over the price tag. This is the single most expensive piece of clothing I've ever owned, and it was 75% off! (It's an olive green peacoat. I might need a new wardrobe before I can wear it. XD)
I also bought a grey-and-red-and-pink stripped shirt and a pair of straight-cut grey jeans, together for under thirty dollars. This outfit is sooooo cute, and it matches my sneakers!
If I don't get a job in NYC in the next month I'm returning the coat. XD;
Speaking of fashion: last week I ate FOUR holiday dinners and lost FIVE pounds. How does that even work?! The only explanation is that I've been sick since Christmas. I can't taste well, so I haven't been eating as much. Except for last night when I went out with some friends to an Indian restaurant and ordered my food extra spicy. Sooooooo good.
New Year's Resolutions:
1. Exercise regularly
2. Get a real job
3. Start fewer sentences with "I"
And books:
2006 Books
2007 Books *new!*
Currently reading Elephants on Acid and Other Bizarre Experiments (thanks Julie!). |
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| Christmas 2007 |
[Dec. 27th, 2007|01:12 am] |
For Christmas, my parents and younger brother and I drove out to Ohio (although I didn't do any of the driving). We reached the father's father house on the 22nd and vegged, drove out to Columbus to see an aunt (father's older sister) on the 23rd, shopped last minuted with an uncle (father's younger half-brother) on Christmas Eve, and split Christmas Day between the aforementioned uncle and another uncle (father's older step-brother). By the way, this is all according to tradition.
I had a very good time and ate a ton of food, which I am now regretting. -_-; But I can't regret it too much because the food was very good. Both aunts (father's older sister and father's sister-in-law) outdo themselves every year, which in the case of father's sister-in-law opened the door to a nasty stomach virus. -_-; This is the fifth year in a row she's been sick on Christmas.
Partially because of this, we've been talking about skipping Christmas next year and doing Orthodox Christmas instead. Less fuss, better bargains, less stress for both aunts, and the entire family might show up for the same meal! Hey, a girl can dream.
I received gifts. XD Clothes, books, and cash: very practical. The clothes were a red scarf with white snowflakes on the ends, a pair of "fur"-lined boots that almost fit but didn't quite (I'm going to exchange them tomorrow), and earrings. I also got Pokemon Diamond for the DS from Alex and have actually (horror, horror) been playing it. Almost nonstop. For the last few days. (Well, I ask you, what else was I supposed to do during all those lonnnnng car rides? Reading would have caused motion sickness, the van's CD player is busted, and my parents (all of us, really) aren't very talkative. I offered to sing Christmas carols the whole way, but for some reason, I was turned down.) |
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| ADDRESS PLZ |
[Dec. 2nd, 2007|12:37 pm] |
Please please please, if you're someone I know from school, tell me your address so I can send you something for Christmas. No reciprocation sought or expected, I just want to mail out packages.
Don't make me go on facebook. *sign against evil*
With love,
Sonya
P.S. You can comment with your address to this entry, comments are screened so only I will be able to see them.
P.P.S. Is it too early to quit the tutoring job I started last Wednesday? I thought I'd be helping high schoolers with their homework, instead I find I am forcing 8 year olds to do math exercises. I feel like a prison warden. |
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| hey my friends whom i have met in real life, how is it hanging? |
[Nov. 29th, 2007|10:26 pm] |
I've had a stroke of genius and decided that since I'm working in a used bookstore, all of you are getting a book for Christmas. It's easy! It's cheap! (No more than $4 plus shipping per gift.) And most importantly, the bookstore is full of absolutely hysterical gems like American slang in letzer minute, a German "learn informal American English" book that has slang on one side of the page and a standard English translation on the other, like this:
SLANG
Harry: What the fuck is wrong with you? You just drove your wreck into my Benz!
Ron: Watch your mouth, bud. This car is worth a fortune.
Harry: Gimme a break. This lemon isn't worth shit. I hope you got insurance, cause I'm gonna sue your pants off.
Ron: Oh, I've got goosebumps, shortie.
Harry: All right, that did it. Now I'm mad as hell. Nobody fucks with me and gets away with it. Put 'em up, asshole, cause I'm gonna give you a fat lip. Or maybe you'd prefer a black eye.
Ron: Now you're talking, but I'll be the one dishing out black eyes and real doozies. I'm not chicken.
Harry: Will ya be so cocky when I kick your ass, you little fucker?
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STANDARD ENGLISH
Harry: What (anger!) is wrong with you? You just drove your old, broken-down car into my Mercedes Benz!
Ron: Don't talk like that, fellow. This car is worth a lot of money.
Harry: Stop talking such nonsense. This poor-quality car is worthless. I hope you have insurance, because I'm going to sue you for all your money.
Ron: Oh, I'm scared, short person.
Harry: All right, you've said too much. Now I'm extremely angry. Nobody bothers me and goes without punishment. Put up your fists and fight, idiot, because I'm going to hit you in the mouth. Or maybe you'd prefer a bruised eye.
Ron: Now I agree with you, but I'll be the one giving people bruised eyes and really impressive ones. I'm not afraid.
Harry: Will you be so bold and confident when I give you a good beating, you little idiot?
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The absolute best part is that the book is divided between "street" (city) slang and "suburbs" (what those crazy kids are saying) slang. The street section is full of things like what to say to the woman you just had a one-night stand with and the suburbs section is full of things like high schoolers double dating in Mom's car. There's a short quiz after each chapter and a glossary at the end of the book. I believe it also originally came with an audio tape.
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So anyone who wants a wacky non-fictional book or maybe an art book or book on the history of rock 'n roll, please comment to this entry with your address. All comments will be screened (meaning only I will be able to see them) -- I'll unscreen the ones that don't contain addresses. |
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| Weekend Update |
[Sep. 23rd, 2007|09:02 pm] |
Didn't get home from work on Friday until nearly nine (er, because I stayed late at the office checking email and later walked home from the station in high heels), but I was feeling pretty good anyway because I DIDN'T HAVE TO GET UP TOMORROW! Such a nice feeling, like I had my whole life (alternately: evening) ahead of me. XD But I ended up falling asleep at 1:00am anyway, after some websurfing and light reading. DAMN.
Then on Saturday, after taking two or three hours to get up (which was GLORIOUS), I spent the morning sorting through some of mom's old clothes ejected from my closet last weekend (hilariously, the stuff she wore after college is all back in style now), then dropped by V's yardsale looking for falxumbra. She wasn't there but her mom was and I got all the books, movies and CDs I could carry away for free, heh heh heh. (The way I see it, all that time and effort spent throwing things away last weekend just means more space for new stuff. *g*)
Saturday afternoon I got this crazy urge to make music, so I dug out an old songbook and spent the rest of the day playing and singing old-time spirituals. XDXDXD. (Before anyone asks: I'm not Christian and I can't play piano. ^^; But I can read music and pick out a melody, and sort of manage a simple accompaniment, as long as it is VERY simple. (Leave me alone, I never took lessons! ...Though actually, since we have quite a few songbooks, and some exercise books, and (most importantly) a piano, I was thinking about teaching myself to play this semester. But before that, the piano needs to be tuned. (GOOD GOD, does the piano need to be tuned.)))
Later, Mom and I went out, to Sahara (reasonably-priced Mediterranean restaurant in New Brunswick), where, shockingly, no alcohol was served, but patrons were allowed to bring their own. There was a convenience store just across the street so I thought I'd pop in for some wine and...yeah, I forgot that it's much harder to get a liquor license in New Jersey. ^^; Liquor stores are pretty much the only places that sell alcohol here. There was one three blocks away, but that was TOO FAR, so Mom and I went without.
Sunday, I had a shift in the bookstore, and then since I was already in the neighborhood of the Bridgewater Mall I went shopping, and got some stuff I needed, like good black shoes that won't kill my feet, and a white shirt to wear under a white blouse, as well as some stuff I didn't necessarily need, like a plaid vest to wear over the white blouse, and some jewelry. Also a semi-dressy shirt, since I'm trying to even out my closet imbalance of nice shirts to nice pants/skirts.
Aaaaaand then I had dinner, and started this livejournal post, and later I guess I'll study a little, and finally finish that McKillip book (so short, and yet it's taken forever to read), and then I'll maybe write a little bit about it on the other journal.
Sooooo, that was my weekend. How was yours? |
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| Jobs (multiple) |
[Sep. 19th, 2007|08:50 pm] |
I posted some stuff about jobs at the other journal:
Choices
Decision
(To summarize: I'm working at a library, a used bookstore, and a lawfirm, adding up to about 35 hours per week. I start at the bookstore and the library next week.)
This week I'm covering for Debra, the receptionist at the firm, who is on vacation until next Thursday. It's ridiculously easy money. Their phone barely rings! Half the calls were for Debra! Only C.N. was in the office today. But I did do some transcript summarizing, which -- yeah, it actually is pretty interesting.
( details )
Soooo, that's what's been going on over here. (I'm also taking that class at RVCC, but uh. Yesterday we spent two and a half hours learning how to use a microscope. A microscope! And the time before that, we learned that matter is composed of elements. I'm not saying that I don't have mad respect for the nursing students who are 100% serious about passing, I'm just saying, I don't think it's going to be a problem.) |
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| sonya you moron |
[Sep. 10th, 2007|03:08 pm] |
When the good-looking guy at the tire place offers to replace your air caps at no charge, it's because he wants your phone number. -_-; I have GOT to get myself a better set of reflexes for these things. By the by, I thought I'd feel accomplished when I finally managed to turn one of these guys down, but instead I just felt terrible. At least this way I feel terrible now, I guess, and not in two weeks when I ultimately stop returning phone calls.
Update on job hunt: After a week of soul-searching I decided that what I really wanted to do this semester was work in a bookstore, but unfortunately this ambition has been tempered by the sad fact that THERE ARE NO BOOKSTORES IN MIDDLESEX COUNTY.
...Okay, I lie. There are the big-box bookstores, Borders and Barnes & Noble, which of course are all off some highway or other. Somerville actually has two used bookstores -- one regular, and one "vintage." (Which is awesome, by the way. Old adventure pulps! Out-of-print science fiction and fantasy! Books-made-into-movies arranged alphabetically by title! Very cool, too bad they're not hiring.) Meanwhile, New Brunswick and Princeton (both University towns) have NJ Books and Rutgers Bookstore, and Princeton Books and the Cloak and Dagger, respectively -- but except for the Cloak and Dagger, a mystery bookstore, these are all textbook/apparel outfits with maaaaaaybe a small general fiction section. Every other independent bookstore in the phonebook went out of business over the summer.
( Ignorant Babble )
Maybe I should stop talking about things I know nothing about. ^^;
In any case, I now have applications at Borders, Waldenbooks, Barnes & Noble, Rutgers Bookstore, and Alexander Library. Step two: revisit Book One and the Cloak and Dagger during store hours, apply at knick-knack stores in Highland Park.
In other news, it's way too hot this week. -_-; Should've gone to the beach last weekend. Next weekend is going to be all about cleaning out the house. (Next Saturday, anyway -- maybe someone is free next Sunday? Katie, how do you feel about Jones Beach?)
EDIT: Got an interview at the closest B&N next Wednesday. o_O THAT WAS FAST. |
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| this entry mostly for falxumbra's benefit |
[Sep. 2nd, 2007|02:18 pm] |
My parents are out of town for the weekend, but I stayed behind to get my stuff in order (finish unpacking, pick up bookstore/library applications, work on my resume, etc) and see to some household chores (caulk the bathtub, mow the lawn, clear out the basement, etc). Work proceeded according to plan, sort of of, but I was feeling kind of lonely all alone at home -- Labor day weekend is supposed to be a family holiday -- so I was going down the contacts list in my cell phone yesterday, you know, figuring out which ones were NJ contacts I could meet up with. I ended up making plans to go shopping with Lauren on Monday, but that wasn't enough -- I needed to see someone now. But I wasn't quite prepared to call any of my high school friends who I knew had graduated from college.
Instead, after several rounds of emails, I managed to get a hold of the numbers of some friends-of-the-other-livejournal people who had just moved into the area, and made plans to meet sesame_seed for dinner. Chrissy's adorable and very tall, and I have more to say about her, but I'll probably say it at the other journal. One good thing was that she very kindly offered to let me use her shower, after I made sad noises about feeling dirty and sweaty (because I'd been mowing the lawn) but not being able to take a shower at home (because the caulk on the bathtub wasn't dry yet).
Two hours of babbling later, she expressed concern over whether I'd be okay walking home alone -- it was 9:00pm at this point, still perfectly safe, and for an instant I wondered whether this was some kind of subtle cue that I'd overstayed my welcome, but on reflection I think that she probably was really just worried, which was sweet of her, if totally unnecessary. (Trouble? Walking home? From New Brunswick? Hahahaha. I wouldn't do it at 2:00am, but I live in a safe neighborhood, and I have never been to NB without seeing at least one police officer -- they're on almost every block.)
So! I was walking home, and still feeling lonely, when I decided I'd call a high school friend after all. So I called Oliver, who was meeting Mohamed in 20 minutes to see Balls of Fury, so of course I said Pick Me Up Too, and then it turned out that the Hoffmans were also going, and when we got to the theater Kurt and David were also there, and also two friends of Mohammed's from college -- in short, it was an FHS alum party! Whoo. I don't think I've seen this many people from high school at one time since that homecoming thing freshman year.
So here's the part of this entry that's for Vera's benefit:
( Mohamed, Oliver, the Hoffmans, Kurk, David G., others )
NOTE TO SELF: DO NOT LINK THIS JOURNAL FROM FACEBOOK PROFILE, EVER. (Er, when I get a facebook profile. (And you guys are wondering why I don't have one?! New Jersey is small, hanging out in large groups for no reason is a way of life here, maybe I don't want to be constantly available >_<.))
*deep breath* I MISSED NEW JERSEY!!!
p.s. Balls of Fury had awesome-looking previews but the movie was awful. Too much plot, not enough Ping Pong. |
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| News - a little bit of old and some new |
[Aug. 28th, 2007|06:34 pm] |
Back in New Jersey again. My brother just left for college with all the silverware, plates, cups, pots and pans, etc I brought back from Michigan, which of course he was welcome to though I kind of wanted to keep them as a symbol of my resolve to some day move out of my parents' house. -_- Oh well. I also kind of wanted to go with him and my dad to Montreal to see his new apartment, but I couldn't find my passport. If it really is lost I might be in trouble, since I also lost one two years ago and that's not the kind of record the U.S. government likes to see in its databases.
Otherwise...not much. I'm signed up at RVCC for the class I'll need to graduate from Michigan -- Human Anatomy and Physiology, Tuesday and Thursday nights 6:00 to 8:30pm -- and it doesn't look like there will be any problems on either end. Priority number two is, find a job. ^^; There are some places I'm looking into. Overall I'm hopeful -- there's no shortage in entry level positions here, (unlike in Michigan), and other than not-having-a-college-degree-or-any-work-experience I'm surprisingly qualified for a lot of them. But I will have to actually follow through on letters, emails, interviews, etc if I want to find employment anywhere. -_-; We'll see how it goes.
Speaking of employment, I've been getting emails from an investment firm that specializes in swooping in to purchase undervalued...anythings (my mother has dealt with them in the context of recently repossessed/re-zoned state land), but I'm not sure I want to go down that road just yet. Possibly this is a naive or ignorant opinion, but I can't shake the feeling that money-making operations like this one are, well, evil. ^^; Not any more evil than most of the private sector, I mean, but on a problem--->solution continuum, closer to the "problem" end than the "solution" end. I don't have lofty goals or anything, but given the choice I'd really rather do something socially beneficial. And I don't need the money, so I do have the choice, unlike a lot of people. Why I should jump on the first opportunity that comes along when it's something I don't want to do?
Of course this is all totally theoretical, as there's no guarantee I would even be hired if I submitted my resume. -_-; I'm pretty sure the group has seen the resume I keep online already, but that document is two years out of date (and purposefully so). Ahhhh, I don't know. My mother wants me to at least interview. (Speaking of interviews, WHAT DO I WEAR. *panics* I need to go shopping, so badly.) |
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