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Name: Suzanne
Gender: Female
Interests: Singing, day dreaming, shopping, and annoying my sister (haha), and at least trying to become a better witness to others
Expertise: Crochetting, glueing knicknacks back together after my sister breaks them with her reckless behaviour
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AIM:  lilangel59024
Member Since:
11/18/2004
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|  Long live the emperor!
No, I don't really know what I'm saying.
I'm tired and I feel old. As if my body were like, ninety or something. And I have a headache. I noticed that when I take my allergy medicine, since I overdose each time, I've been getting these massive headaches. I suppose I shall have to stop taking medicine and go back to sneezing everywhere. Either that or I'm getting a cold. I heard that if you eliminate sugar from your diet it can stop the common cold from affecting you. Go figure.
Mr. Mike is having us do a demo on Saturday. I don't know if I'm going to be in charge or Mr. Felix...Mr. Felix would be but he has o teach kick boxing so I'm doing it tonight. That's okay though, because I enjoy teaching the demo team, even though they need a lot of work.
So the computer in the loft, the one that I mainly use, which has all my writing on it...yeah, the keyboard broke. Nobody knows what happened, but it just died...so now we can't use it at all. It stinks! All my stuff is on there and now I have to go beg other people to use their computers..I'm trying this new rotating system so that one person doesn't get mad that I'm on their computer all the time.
Annnnnnnnnd thats all the blabber that I've got time for rightnow...so tah tah!
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| I am not going to see the Phantom of the Opera at the Majestic. I thought we had tickets but there was a mix-up and the seats we bought weren't supposed to be sold to non-members or something...I don't know what happened exactly. But it's okay, I suppose, since I've got to save money for college anyway and I don't actually need to see the Phantom of the Opera. I'm hoping to get a second job this summer-ish (perhaps before) so that I won't have to take out loans. And I haven't applied for ANY scholarships because I'm dumb and totally forgot. Ahaha. Don't laugh at me.
I got the letter last night that told me that I got into UTSA! Not that I was actually worried about getting in--it's really no that hard to get into--but it's nice that I don't have to wonder anymore. I also found out that I can't apply to nursing school until I have 62 credit hours at any college, so I don't even have to worry about that yet. One less thing for me to worry about, Isuppose.
Today I went to the hardware store. I know, so very exciting! Our gate-latch-thing
broke so I volunteered to fix it (which will be fun) so that my mom didn't have to worry about it. And I also like fixing things so I figured it could be fun. So, I went to the hardware store and I took Peter with me so that I could not only look like a single mom but also so that he wouldn't be bothering anyone while they were doing school or work or whatever. It was fun, a lot of people gave me strange looks but no one actually said anything to me. Eh, whatever.So I picked out the one I needed and--okay, so really I walked past the gate latches without noticing them and had to ask where they were, then the guy had to show me and he just handed me one. I did have the sense to ask if it was the right one but then he acted like I was being stupid and said that they were pretty universal (The new latch that I bought today does not match the broken on on our gate, by the way). But I took it and it is going on our fence this friday morning. Even though I don't really understand the directions. What the heck is a strike bar, anyway? And what exactly is sag adjustment?
On the way out the door, after I bought the latch-thingiemabob, Peter and I walked back to the car, although we had to double back because Peter dropped his blankie in th middle of the handicapped parking spaces. And then we went home. I did have to come back because when the time came to put Peter down for a nap, no one could find his stupid blanket. Mom finally found it upstairs in his crib, but not until after I had already gone back to Lowes, walked up and down the front of the store, and asked four different registers if anyone had seen a little blue blanket with a puppy on it. I only felt a little silly while doing it.
I need to get another job. As much as I love working at AMA, I still don't have enough money to go to college without taking out loans...so now I'm looking for places to work that won't interfere with my instructorship. I kind of want to apply to the flower shop that's five minutes away, I think it would be so much fun to work in a flower shop--or just being able to say that I work in a flower shop, but I haven't actually worked up the courage to walk in there yet. I'm alos probably going to apply to some resturaunts or HEB or something. Maybe even to Lowes or something. I've always liked LOwes, when my dad was building the house in Florida he would go to Lowes for hours and hours. I remember walking aroun all the hanging doors and riding on the carts on top of all the lumber. Good times, good times. I also really like the smell of hardware stores. Don't ask me why.
Oh! After I turn 18 I'm going to start volunteering at the hospital again, I think, just so I can get my foot in the door and figure out what I want to do inside the Nursing category. A while ago I thought I would want to be a neonatal nurse buuuuuuuuuut, I'm leaning more towards pediatric now, I think.
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| Tomorrow is the AMA demonstration team is performing the SPURS game. We're doing the pre-game show. It's pretty exciting. We're so not ready but that's okay, because it's really more of a fun thing and not an actual promotional thing.
So, guess what happened to me the day before school started, waaay back in January? I totaled my beautiful-red-granny-spy-car (the last three characters on the license plate were "spy", thus making it my spy car.). Yeah, it was pretty awful. The guy hit me while I was crossing into a neighbor hood and we spun all the way around. Amazing. The frame ended up bending in the back, making the car undrive-able, so the insurance company totaled the car. The insurance did shell out nine grand back to my mother, though, and I actually now have a newer better car instead. Go figure. I'm one lucky gal, I suppose.
Our old electronic piano was getting too be pretty far gone, so guess what my mother's home school group did for us? They bought us a new piano for Christmas. Its pretty shweet. It's a black Suzuki upright. And all the keys and pedals work. Jamie is very happy, he's taken to his piano lessons like a bear to honey and plays the stupid thing all the friggin' time. I'm so sick of 'Deck the Halls' that if I hear it one more time I swear I might cry!
Mr. Mike canceled my evaluation meeting today. He claims that he had a lot of stuff to do--which is his prerogative, I guess--one great man that I know once said that Mr. Mike can do whatever he wants with the karate school because it's his "candy shop". Which makes me think of that one song...
Come into my candy shop
doodoodoo
Come and lick my lollipop
doodoodoo
Which just makes me laugh. Those might not even be the 'right' lyrics, but they're the ones that Kara's sings when she tries to be funny. So I'm just going with what I know.
Anyway, I am so looking forward to my evaluation, because I want to know how to better myself. Doesn't that make me sound lofty? Hemhem. It's terrific. But only because I'm so amazing.  But, seriously, I've been looking forward to this thing ever since Mr. Mike announced that he was doing it.
I'm in the mood to get married. Like, if I could just skip the entire dating process I would. I can totally see myself 'pleasantly plump, with gray hair and wrinkles married to some middle-aged guy with the beginnings of belly flab. That sounds like fun. Dating a whole bunch of guys to find that diamond in the rough totally doesn't sound sexy, though. Talk about bleah.
I still have a lingering cough from when I was sick with that terrible virus a couple weeks ago. It went through our entire family, except my two eldest brothers because..I don't know, but none of us went to the doctor. I just realized how we hardly ever go to the doctor, even though we've got really good insurance, supposedly. I know people that go to the doctor over everything, even for a sniffle. It's just weird, you know? Those doc-visiting people will take their kids to see doctors, but I doubt that the next generation of my family really will. Kind of like how family traditions get passed down even without people realizing it.
Yeah, I don't really know what I'm trying to say, either.
I've got a paper due tomorrow. It's supposed to be on the theme of 'obsession' in Flannery O'Connor's writings. I totally just picked the topic off of the sidewalk just so that I could be different from everyone else's papers (Everyone around me was doing 'deception-esque' topics)...but now I'm starting to think that it might have been a mistake to be different. And my paper is due tomorrow...and I still need to tack on another page. Grrrrrrrrrrr. What am I going to do? Other than sleep in and agonize over it for fifteen minutes? After which I'll decide to just turn it in as-is and hope for the best. If Jesus wants me to get a good grade he'll influence the grader's hand, right? Maybe not.
In lack of a better closing: I'm going to sleep now. Good night.
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| Went to work. Mhmm. That was fun. It was plain clothes day so half the kids came in costume--I myslef wore a pig nose and ears. The kids dubbed me 'Miss Piggy'. Aha. In our first of three classes we had a decent turnout (eleven! compared to last year's four), the second class had no one and the third had one. That was it. But we still had fun, I suppose.
It was 6:45 and I had nothing to do so I went trick or treating with a friend from work. It was fun, actually.
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| | Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading |  You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive.
You understand people better than they would like to be understood.
Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details.
You figure out what's going on before anyone knows that anything is going on!
Why you would be a good superhero: You don't care what people think, and you'd do whatever needed to be done
Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now |
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