what a stress my life has become. i must apologize to all of you who have been looking for new blogging entries. i have been quite busy. now that my life should be slowing down, i am going back to work. yes, i am going back to the factory. the whole starbucks plan hasnt quite flowed as i had planned, but i am not counting it out completely. i just need to go back to work in the meantime. a girl like me can only last so long with no income. tomorrow morning at 6 am, i will once again be back to filling my steel toed boots and the lovely roll that i play at alcon tool company. yay for me!
i did it. i am totally moved out... or moved in, pending on how you want to look at it. i am now officially a happy resident of Highland Square. oh what a pleasant life it is. i have spent hundreds of dollars... investing in ones own apartment is far more expensive than i had thought. really, i wish that someone had warned me... at least given me a heads up or something. despite that, it is pure bliss. i am not fully settled. there is a butt load of stuff that still needs done, and bought, sarah still hasnt moved in, but i am happy. i think my mom is going to have a nervous breakdown though... sheesh... you would think that i have never lived away from home or something.
to those of you that i have neglected in the past several crazy weeks of my life. i am sorry. give it another month and i will be right back into the swing of things. until than, dont expect much from me. and for those of you avid blog readers, bear with me. i no longer have a computer, so the blogs are not going to be quite so frequent. i am sure that you can find something better to do anyhow.
Oct 31, 2004
Oct 23, 2004
wallpaper.
tomorrow, we are having a painting party at our apartment. so today was cleaning day. you know, the usual pre-paint cleaning... wipping down baseboards, cleaning windows, washing walls, oh and yes, removing wallpaper. whoever invented wallpaper should be shot. really, i dont understand the reasoning behind it... is the point simply to have little patterns on ones wall? now, i might not have such a huge problem with this method of decor if one could either paint over the wallpaper or remove it in some ridiculously easy fashion.
this morning arrived with a buzzing alarm, and the realization that the wallpaper removing could not be put off any longer. i had removed wallpaper before, it is not fun, and i was fully prepared. or so i thought i was fully prepared. initially, i thought that the wallpaper itself was bad, oh but it got so much worse. apparently, certain other previous tenants of my apartment had the same dread of wallpaper removal as i have. rather than facing their fears, they simply decided to wallpaper over the existing paper, or better yet, just painting over the wallpaper! when i say certain other previous tenants, you might think i mean one or 2... maybe even 3 or 4. no, no, we are talking like 10 to 15 of the past tenants. basically every person who has lived there since 1914. interestingly enough, in several places it appeared as though another brave soul wanted to redecorated and so they attempted to remove the paper. it would seem, though, that they didnt have the strength to finish the race, because some places only had 2 or 3 layers, while others, like behind the stove and refrigerator had layers that were nearly an inch thick. lets just say, the wall that was eventually found is not in what you might call, good shape.
what is it with old houses/apartments. i have lived in or frequented several, and every time i encounter one, i run into the same thing. the walls are all wavy. what is that about? does plaster settle over the years, or were the people that laid the plaster just incompetent? i am baffled. oh, and i broke the window. it was getting a little smelly of pinesol and melting glue, so i opened some windows. apparently i dont know my strength, because the frame of one just came off in my hands. again... the issues of living in an old place. really though, it is all worth it.
are you supposed to paint crown molding, or are they supposed to be left matching the baseboards? i thought that it was the latter, but i am not sure... do you know? so i finished the kitchen, but because of the unexpected difficulties i found, the bathroom is untouched. it is so nice to have something so exciting to look forward to doing tomorrow. and... i just discovered that the paint that is currently in my room (which needs to be painted tomorrow) was painted over preexisting wallpaper. i really do wonder what is wrong with people. the question, do i take the time to remove it, or do i just paint over the paint that is over the wallpaper?
this morning arrived with a buzzing alarm, and the realization that the wallpaper removing could not be put off any longer. i had removed wallpaper before, it is not fun, and i was fully prepared. or so i thought i was fully prepared. initially, i thought that the wallpaper itself was bad, oh but it got so much worse. apparently, certain other previous tenants of my apartment had the same dread of wallpaper removal as i have. rather than facing their fears, they simply decided to wallpaper over the existing paper, or better yet, just painting over the wallpaper! when i say certain other previous tenants, you might think i mean one or 2... maybe even 3 or 4. no, no, we are talking like 10 to 15 of the past tenants. basically every person who has lived there since 1914. interestingly enough, in several places it appeared as though another brave soul wanted to redecorated and so they attempted to remove the paper. it would seem, though, that they didnt have the strength to finish the race, because some places only had 2 or 3 layers, while others, like behind the stove and refrigerator had layers that were nearly an inch thick. lets just say, the wall that was eventually found is not in what you might call, good shape.
what is it with old houses/apartments. i have lived in or frequented several, and every time i encounter one, i run into the same thing. the walls are all wavy. what is that about? does plaster settle over the years, or were the people that laid the plaster just incompetent? i am baffled. oh, and i broke the window. it was getting a little smelly of pinesol and melting glue, so i opened some windows. apparently i dont know my strength, because the frame of one just came off in my hands. again... the issues of living in an old place. really though, it is all worth it.
are you supposed to paint crown molding, or are they supposed to be left matching the baseboards? i thought that it was the latter, but i am not sure... do you know? so i finished the kitchen, but because of the unexpected difficulties i found, the bathroom is untouched. it is so nice to have something so exciting to look forward to doing tomorrow. and... i just discovered that the paint that is currently in my room (which needs to be painted tomorrow) was painted over preexisting wallpaper. i really do wonder what is wrong with people. the question, do i take the time to remove it, or do i just paint over the paint that is over the wallpaper?
Oct 22, 2004
random musings
i dont understand the phases that my life goes through. there will be a spell that is pretty uneventful, my life is what one would call "normal" not too exciting and not too boring. then, suddenly, my life spirals into great commotion and turmoil. now this turmoil is not always the bad kind, but everything just happens all at once. example... why is every concert that i could possibly want to go to in november? i wish that all my favorite artists would coordinate ohio visits with each other, so that i dont have to spend all the money at once and attempt to squeeze them all into my busy schedule. dont they know that their world is supposed to revolve around me?
well friends, i am going with poor and happy. yesterday, i took the first step in my attempts to get my job at Starbucks back. keep your fingers crossed... i should have a final answer in the next week. if the whole Starbucks plan doesnt work, than i am considering applying at a little coffee shop in Highland Square (my new apartment is here too) called Angel Falls. and if that option doesnt work, than i will probably try to get a job at some other Starbucks besides the great Starbucks Fairlawn (my old store).
i am not really sure what happened, but i get the little room now. if you remember, last week i blog-ed about the giant room that i would be occupying in my new apartment and my inability to fill it with stuff. well, since i have no stuff and my space saving loft bed, i made a command decision and gave sarah the big room because she has a giant bed and tons of stuff. i suppose that i am pretty okay with this new room, but the carpet is terrible. oh well, i will survive.
y'all have a fabulous weekend. hopefully, i will make it out of steaming off wall paper, cleaning, taping off, and painting, all in one piece. welcome to the madness that will be my life for the next week. oh what fun!
well friends, i am going with poor and happy. yesterday, i took the first step in my attempts to get my job at Starbucks back. keep your fingers crossed... i should have a final answer in the next week. if the whole Starbucks plan doesnt work, than i am considering applying at a little coffee shop in Highland Square (my new apartment is here too) called Angel Falls. and if that option doesnt work, than i will probably try to get a job at some other Starbucks besides the great Starbucks Fairlawn (my old store).
i am not really sure what happened, but i get the little room now. if you remember, last week i blog-ed about the giant room that i would be occupying in my new apartment and my inability to fill it with stuff. well, since i have no stuff and my space saving loft bed, i made a command decision and gave sarah the big room because she has a giant bed and tons of stuff. i suppose that i am pretty okay with this new room, but the carpet is terrible. oh well, i will survive.
y'all have a fabulous weekend. hopefully, i will make it out of steaming off wall paper, cleaning, taping off, and painting, all in one piece. welcome to the madness that will be my life for the next week. oh what fun!
Oct 20, 2004
poor and happy, or rich and sad?
i have been having this tremendous inward struggle. i hate my job, and i just dont know what to do about it. the emotional and psychological stress that this job causes me has been a lot to handle. in fact, i took the month of october off because i felt like i was going to have a nervous breakdown. you may wonder why i continue to work this job. well, the pay is quite lovely, and i get every weekend off. i just wonder if the money is worth the stress that i suffer because of it. my life during the week becomes nonexistent. i work 52.5 hour weeks, i stink all the time, and i am the only female on the premises. after a while, it just really becomes to much. so i ask myself the question. which is better... to be poor and happy, or rich and sad?
before i used to think that rich and sad was better, but lately, poor and happy has become much more appealing to me. the immediate option before me is to go back to starbucks. now there are pluses and minuses here. i love making coffee, and quite honestly, i am really good at it, but all the pricks that store #2301 has to offer just becomes a bit much for me. overall, i guess that i much preferred working for starbucks, but i dont know if i can handle going back after walking away. there is just a sense of failure in that to me. maybe i am being silly, and i need to get over it, and make a decision that is going to be healthy for me.
a wise person once told me that i need to make choices that are best for me. so i am leaning towards poor and happy. what do you think? seriously people, i could use some advice here.
before i used to think that rich and sad was better, but lately, poor and happy has become much more appealing to me. the immediate option before me is to go back to starbucks. now there are pluses and minuses here. i love making coffee, and quite honestly, i am really good at it, but all the pricks that store #2301 has to offer just becomes a bit much for me. overall, i guess that i much preferred working for starbucks, but i dont know if i can handle going back after walking away. there is just a sense of failure in that to me. maybe i am being silly, and i need to get over it, and make a decision that is going to be healthy for me.
a wise person once told me that i need to make choices that are best for me. so i am leaning towards poor and happy. what do you think? seriously people, i could use some advice here.
Oct 19, 2004
oh sweet jingle.
yes, that is right. i signed the papers and i was handed the keys. my own keys... for my own apartment! i cannot begin to express the joy i am feeling within. all the bitter has gone and all i am left with is sweet. it is strange to have house keys. i am not really sure what to do with them. locking the house and taking the keys out of the car is just foreign to me. hopefully these patterns of my past sheltered life will not be a problem for me in the future.
sad thing. i called my dad after the lease signing was all over (he and my mom are on vacation), to tell him all the details. he seemed satisfied with everything i told him. than he asked when i was moving in. since we are painting on sunday, i told him that i would probably move in next weekend. amazing... he did not like that answer. his response, "that just isnt going to work for me, i would rather if you moved out on monday right after you finish painting." gee thanks dad... there is nothing like a swift kick in the ass to get your kid out the door.
sad thing. i called my dad after the lease signing was all over (he and my mom are on vacation), to tell him all the details. he seemed satisfied with everything i told him. than he asked when i was moving in. since we are painting on sunday, i told him that i would probably move in next weekend. amazing... he did not like that answer. his response, "that just isnt going to work for me, i would rather if you moved out on monday right after you finish painting." gee thanks dad... there is nothing like a swift kick in the ass to get your kid out the door.
Oct 18, 2004
the overuse of toilet paper.
i have recently, or maybe not so recently, developed an ever increasing pet peeve. i really am trying, but i just dont understand why people use so much toilet paper. now when i say people, i am referring mainly too my sister, and the occasional other individual here and there (such as sarah wagler). you may find it sad that i am even sitting here talking about such an "issue," but it is really starting to disrupt my life.
the whole situation just flabbergasts me. my sister and i share a bathroom. our houses preferred choice of toilet paper is charmin ultra, and i know that there may be less toilet paper on the roll than the average one ply, but come on. i swear she finishes a roll in like two days, tops, and please, keep in mind, i am almost never home so the excess use cant be blamed on me.
you may think that this seems normal, but it really isnt. i used to live in a house with four other girls, and i am almost positive that we could make a roll of the same charmin ultra last at least three days. this is why i am left so stupified. and yes, maybe you are right, i shouldnt really care how much toilet paper my sister uses. honestly, i dont, the problem i have with the whole situation is that she finishes the roll and never gets a new one out of the cupboard. this leaves me with obvious problems. in the rare case that she does change the TP, somehow it ends up being the last roll in the cupboard, in which case she doesnt run her butt down into the basement and get a new package!
maybe i am looking at this the wrong way. it is possible that my pet peeve isnt so much about how much toilet paper one chooses to use. it would seem rather, that my sister is my real pet peeve. i suppose that the truth will come out when i move in with the other abusive TP user. stay tuned for further updates.
the whole situation just flabbergasts me. my sister and i share a bathroom. our houses preferred choice of toilet paper is charmin ultra, and i know that there may be less toilet paper on the roll than the average one ply, but come on. i swear she finishes a roll in like two days, tops, and please, keep in mind, i am almost never home so the excess use cant be blamed on me.
you may think that this seems normal, but it really isnt. i used to live in a house with four other girls, and i am almost positive that we could make a roll of the same charmin ultra last at least three days. this is why i am left so stupified. and yes, maybe you are right, i shouldnt really care how much toilet paper my sister uses. honestly, i dont, the problem i have with the whole situation is that she finishes the roll and never gets a new one out of the cupboard. this leaves me with obvious problems. in the rare case that she does change the TP, somehow it ends up being the last roll in the cupboard, in which case she doesnt run her butt down into the basement and get a new package!
maybe i am looking at this the wrong way. it is possible that my pet peeve isnt so much about how much toilet paper one chooses to use. it would seem rather, that my sister is my real pet peeve. i suppose that the truth will come out when i move in with the other abusive TP user. stay tuned for further updates.
Oct 16, 2004
people are too much...
i was sitting here earlier and i had an epiphany, which lead me into what was possibly the most profound blog i have ever or will ever write. i was writing my closing remarks and suddenly... the electricity went out! now, what may as well be days later, the electricity is back and the thoughts that were there have vanished. i am left with nothing but bits of my former greatness. rather than try to reattempt what was, i am going to go in a whole different direction. i am going to vent.
i often wonder why people and the things they do or say so rarely make sense to me. is the problem that i am amazingly brilliant thus making the actions of all of the far inferior individuals around me seem illogical, or am i just stupid, lacking all common sense, thus leaving me confused by all of the genius' around me? where is this coming from you might ask...
drinking and driving. that is the answer. why, why, why do people do this?! i really just do not understand. seriously people, we all know how much we can drink and still legally be driving home. with this in mind, i am left wondering why it is that i always find myself having to deal with driving my drunk ass (pardon my french) friend home! now dont get me wrong, i would rather drive them home than have them drive themselves home, i just dont like the convincing that it takes to get them to allow me to drive them home. i am sick of hearing statements like "no really, i am fine to drive home. it will be fun, like playing a video game. all i have to do is stay inside the lines." i am not kidding, my friend actually said that to me last night.
i really feel that the best option is not getting drunk, but if you are feeling the need, and yes we all do sometimes, than do what is necessary to assure your safety and the safety of the rest of the drivers in the world. before you go out, call up a friend and do the car pool thing. all that it requires is a little bit of pre-drunken thinking. i know that this might be a lot to ask, but please, if you are incapable of doing it for yourself, than do it for the people that care about you.
thank you for listening. that was a productive vent, i am feeling much better.
i often wonder why people and the things they do or say so rarely make sense to me. is the problem that i am amazingly brilliant thus making the actions of all of the far inferior individuals around me seem illogical, or am i just stupid, lacking all common sense, thus leaving me confused by all of the genius' around me? where is this coming from you might ask...
drinking and driving. that is the answer. why, why, why do people do this?! i really just do not understand. seriously people, we all know how much we can drink and still legally be driving home. with this in mind, i am left wondering why it is that i always find myself having to deal with driving my drunk ass (pardon my french) friend home! now dont get me wrong, i would rather drive them home than have them drive themselves home, i just dont like the convincing that it takes to get them to allow me to drive them home. i am sick of hearing statements like "no really, i am fine to drive home. it will be fun, like playing a video game. all i have to do is stay inside the lines." i am not kidding, my friend actually said that to me last night.
i really feel that the best option is not getting drunk, but if you are feeling the need, and yes we all do sometimes, than do what is necessary to assure your safety and the safety of the rest of the drivers in the world. before you go out, call up a friend and do the car pool thing. all that it requires is a little bit of pre-drunken thinking. i know that this might be a lot to ask, but please, if you are incapable of doing it for yourself, than do it for the people that care about you.
thank you for listening. that was a productive vent, i am feeling much better.
Oct 14, 2004
too much space
well kids, it seems as though i am finally moving out. technically speaking, i guess that one could say i have already done this... going off to school and all. i would have to disagree. going to school is going to school. when you leave home after high school to attend college in a distant land, your parents house is always what you call home. though you might have your own place at school, it is always just a temporary thing.
aside from the brief sabbatical that i took in Athens last spring quarter, i have been living at home for over a year, and i cant stand it any longer. that is right, i am packing up my room, taking my things and moving out! the apartment has been obtained and the lease will soon be signed. aside from having to share it with sarah, it will be all mine! i will have my own shelf rotating refrigerator, my own table, my own stove, my own furniture, and my own freaking roll of toilet paper! (yes, sarah will use the toilet paper too, but she will replace it after she finishes it. oh, and she will flush the toilet after she uses it!) what a joyous thing it will be.
there seems to be only one problem. my bedroom is huge! filling all this space may have been easy if i had a queen size bed, or a giant desk or something, but no. i have my wonderful self-designed, hand made, twin size loft bed, and the little desk that fits quite nicely underneath it. so the question is, what am i going to do with all of this space? help me here. give me some of your own profound thoughts and insights into the best way to fill my room.
aside from the brief sabbatical that i took in Athens last spring quarter, i have been living at home for over a year, and i cant stand it any longer. that is right, i am packing up my room, taking my things and moving out! the apartment has been obtained and the lease will soon be signed. aside from having to share it with sarah, it will be all mine! i will have my own shelf rotating refrigerator, my own table, my own stove, my own furniture, and my own freaking roll of toilet paper! (yes, sarah will use the toilet paper too, but she will replace it after she finishes it. oh, and she will flush the toilet after she uses it!) what a joyous thing it will be.
there seems to be only one problem. my bedroom is huge! filling all this space may have been easy if i had a queen size bed, or a giant desk or something, but no. i have my wonderful self-designed, hand made, twin size loft bed, and the little desk that fits quite nicely underneath it. so the question is, what am i going to do with all of this space? help me here. give me some of your own profound thoughts and insights into the best way to fill my room.
johnson is always causing problems
it has come to my attention that lyndsey johnson (aka lyndsey teter) has the same blog template as was previously seen here on my site. it is for this reason that i have selected a new template. as exciting as this new one is, i am just not satisfied. the old one seemed to represent me so well. so yet again, johnson is causing problems and forcing me to rearrange my life, and i have to say, i dont so much appreciate it. i thought that issues such as these were supposed to go away when people live in different cities? oh well, i guess that i will just have to get over it.
Oct 13, 2004
sometimes i get mean
since i can remember i have always had the problem of taking games far to seriously. i guess you could say that i get a little competitive. this was always fine in playing sports because everyone gets a little bit out of control. recently, i have really been noticing that i get really worked up in any sort of game where someone will eventually end up the winner. cards, bowling, board games, and pool are always problems.
well things have finally gone too far. last night i was playing a "friendly" game of pool at Arnie's with my good friends laura and sarah. laura sucks at pool so she never seems to phase me, but before long i found myself screaming at sarah. i am not exactly sure what causes this to happen. maybe it is the beer talking, or the fact that she cheats, or maybe it is because i was loosing. whatever the reason, i think that i really need some help. do any of the rest of you with a similar problem have any advice?
i end with this. laura i am sorry that you had to suffer through that entire experience, but if you ever say that i am a "sucky, shoddy pool player" again i might have to punch you in the face. sarah i am sorry that i was such a meany, but i have to say, cheaters never win, and i really did win that game!
well things have finally gone too far. last night i was playing a "friendly" game of pool at Arnie's with my good friends laura and sarah. laura sucks at pool so she never seems to phase me, but before long i found myself screaming at sarah. i am not exactly sure what causes this to happen. maybe it is the beer talking, or the fact that she cheats, or maybe it is because i was loosing. whatever the reason, i think that i really need some help. do any of the rest of you with a similar problem have any advice?
i end with this. laura i am sorry that you had to suffer through that entire experience, but if you ever say that i am a "sucky, shoddy pool player" again i might have to punch you in the face. sarah i am sorry that i was such a meany, but i have to say, cheaters never win, and i really did win that game!
Oct 12, 2004
the drug that is caffeine
i have this problem. i am addicted to caffeine. sometimes i ponder this problem and think that i really should attempt to do something about it. other times, i am actually quite happy with my addiction. i imagine how it could be worse than it really is. my case could be such as that of the high school teacher who is fondly remembered for her addiction to Diet Coke. i like to think that there is something more "cool" or "exciting" in being addicted to coffee.
every morning, i wake up and it is the first thing that i think about. the rare days that the morning ritual of a pot of jet black Starbucks Guatemala, the triple grande vanilla skim latte, or the double tall skim no whip toffee nut latte is skipped, i feel like my entire life is out of whack. even worse, my head feels as though it is being squeezed in a vice. people used to ask us Starbucks baristas, past and present, what it is that starbucks puts in their coffee to keep people coming back day after day. well my friends, i have the answer...
an extra dose of caffeine and a smile. oh yes, dont be fooled. you like starbucks so much more than the other java joints because there is more of the addictive drug that is caffeine. so please, before you all end up like me, take some time and think about what you are ordering. forget about that extra shot... you dont really need it, and make your best attempt to keep your coffee intake to once a day. i know that this may be rough for those of you who are already following in my footsteps, but please, stop while you still have a chance!
every morning, i wake up and it is the first thing that i think about. the rare days that the morning ritual of a pot of jet black Starbucks Guatemala, the triple grande vanilla skim latte, or the double tall skim no whip toffee nut latte is skipped, i feel like my entire life is out of whack. even worse, my head feels as though it is being squeezed in a vice. people used to ask us Starbucks baristas, past and present, what it is that starbucks puts in their coffee to keep people coming back day after day. well my friends, i have the answer...
an extra dose of caffeine and a smile. oh yes, dont be fooled. you like starbucks so much more than the other java joints because there is more of the addictive drug that is caffeine. so please, before you all end up like me, take some time and think about what you are ordering. forget about that extra shot... you dont really need it, and make your best attempt to keep your coffee intake to once a day. i know that this may be rough for those of you who are already following in my footsteps, but please, stop while you still have a chance!
Oct 10, 2004
i dont know how this happened
i really don't know how i get myself into these places. from the beginning i have said that the whole idea of "blog" is strange. why do people find it so necessary to post their lives on the internet? sadly, i have changed my opinion on the issue. there is something nice about being able to check up on my friends in far and distant places. reading their thoughts and musings is like connecting with a little piece of who they are... all those things that are missed so much.
so i give tribute to mae klingler for assuring me that my desire to start my own blog is really okay. i hope that you will find great joy and humor in what i share in the future and that you are not left sorely disappointed. and if you hate it, blame the girl in the picture directly above.
so i give tribute to mae klingler for assuring me that my desire to start my own blog is really okay. i hope that you will find great joy and humor in what i share in the future and that you are not left sorely disappointed. and if you hate it, blame the girl in the picture directly above.
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