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Name: Shiloh
Birthday: 1/14/1991
Gender: Female
Interests: when i grow up, i wanna be able to walk in a straight line without tripping!!
Expertise: uhmm....i am good aaat....sewing! heh heh just kidding, thats from a movie! i myself am good at ... lots of things, i'm sure, but i cant think of anything right now.
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/20/2003
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| Love is the symphony, now play it with meA couple of nights ago, I had a dream in which I was standing in some..public place. Maybe a store in the mall. I knew almost everyone else standing in the store, but there wasn't any real interaction happening between anyone. Everyone else was just stationary, like mannequins. Then, one by one, these people that I knew started disappearing, like tv's being turned off. They kind of, faded out of frequency or something. All I remember is the panic I felt as I ran around, helplessly watching everyone disappear. I didn't remember the dream that morning, or even the rest of the day. But the next day I faintly remembered it, and today it weighs on me like a concrete mixer. The reason? It makes me think about all the people I am letting slip out of contact.
Katherine, who moved to Georgia recently. She and I missed out on the 9/11 exhibit together on our 8th grade field trip, because we were trippin' in the house of optical illusions (not literally, or even the other meaning. its just psychadelic in there). She and I got stared down by an old lady in a church for chuckin Katherine's plastic blue purse so high it hit a ceiling window. Katherine and I would record our conversations, then play them back for the pure enjoyment of our own humor. She's so smart and talented that she completed highschool in three years, and she is now continuing her life a thousand states away from me. We hadn't seen each other for quite a few months before she left, and I am so mad at myself for that now. We were so tight, but life got in our way.
Kenna, my best friend for all of my memorable life, who lives in Kansas City. From building leaf-houses to flipping our hair at boys in a flirtacious manner, we've done it all. I don't need to say much more, as i have written countless posts with Kenna as the sole subject. But, I haven't seen her since, what, February? Disgusting. I finally talked to her on the phone on Thursday, but wow, it is just not the same.
There are numerous people about whom I could write. This happens to everyone, you say. Well, I don't really live my life like the normal person, so why should I fall into this rut? Bah. I'm probably thinking too highly of myself. But seriously, why should anyone let this happen? Especially those of us who love people so much. Okay, I am done. I just wanted to post about my creepy dream.
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| DO shooting stars and satellites collide?to enoch: my dear brother, you seriously misunderstood me. i am appalled and disgusted by your brash display of emotion on my xanga page. i would ask you to kindly apologize for your rudity. just kidding, because we all know rudity isn't a word. thats how you know i'm kidding right now. ha-ha! but seriously. you just listed some more of the reasons why i hate it. i hate seeing people walking around with each other and being totally disconnected from each other because they're texting someone else. texting is just another thing thats pulling us from the moment. we are spending time with people, but we are texting OTHER people. and when we do that, we aren't really with
anyone. we call it multi-tasking, but we don't really need to text those other people. it seems the one thing no one can find is time. so thats the greatest gift we can give each other! time! yeahh. but youre not giving anyone the time of day when you're texting one person and sitting across a table from someone else. thats a reason i hate texting. it is so addicting. i say all this, fully understanding that i have been known to do the very thing which i denounce. even today, i went to kohls with my mother, and i texted just about the whole time (of course, i was opposed to swimsuit shopping. i love my argyle swimsuit. but thats a whole other story)...honestly i dont much enjoy shopping. but thats no excuse! shame on me. anywho, don't think me ignorant of this problem. and dont find me indifferent to it. i despise the fact that this is happening. i really do. *sigh* i wish all of you would stop treating me like i'm another crappy teenager. if thats what you want me to be, then that's what i'll become. because there's not much motivation to be a good teenager if no one will give me credit for doing the right thing. it's really hard to keep trying when no one recognizes my efforts. especially my siblings. thank you.
what i really wanted to talk about was...- something happier. but now i don't remember. (SURPRISE! my memory has lapsed again. thats the, hmm... 1485th time this week? i think so) oh yes. let me list so i do not forget. tennis, work, braces. ok and here i go. i finally had tennis practice with todd yesterday morning! i had been on a diet of rice krispies for half a week prior to that, so i nearly passed out at one point. but its all good. i decided to work on serving at that point, and those tennis balls got served. let me tell ya. hehe. i make me laugh.
work. last night i started out workin admissions. my lovely tall friend jessica scott brought me mcdonalds (french fries are the most unhealthy food in existence, but they're so darn good!). but by 8, we saw lightning on the horizon. so i closed shop and moved to the redemption counter. no, tally, i dont save souls.(i SHOULD. that'd be funny, ironic, and awesome all balled into one) i give people cheap toys in return for their hard-earned tickets. just kidding. thats a wretched way to describe it. i gave you the pessimists description. now let me show you redemptions in the eyes of an optimist. it is a total blast.! yesterday, i had a 45 year old lady with her kids, 75 tickets short of the mini-pool set, who was so pumped to go win the rest of the tickets, so that she could get that mini-pool set. she came back with twice as many as she needed, beaming with excitement. i tell you, i smiled for five minutes after she left. she was so happy...! and THEN it started raining. bwahaha. i got to run around in the rain and get the putt-putt flags. who knew that i would find excuses at work to go run in the rain? *sigh* best job ever.
braces. this morning i went in for a half-hour appointment. a good friend of mine said "hey maybe you'll actually get them off tomorrow!" in retrospect, i would now laugh in his face if his face were in laughing distance. they toyed with my emotions by cutting the wires on my top teeth, but then they handed me a bag of rubber bands and told me to sew my mouth shut for three days, and then half the time after that. i tell you, i look like i just might suck your soul from you. i like getting tally and mom to look at me and then going 0.0 with my eyes all wide and my mouth open as far as it'll go..it scares them. i swear i look like something on a horror movie poster.
uh. hmm... that pretty much sums it up, methinks. remember, everyone. life should be like...a field of sunflowers. always face the sun (Son? oooo double meaning!), even when its stormy and you feel like you cant see your way.
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| look at the beat, it was all written in the sandwow. WOAH look at the font! thats wikkid. uh anywho. theres still another post under construction telling all you good people how awesome my mother is. but i was feeling verbose when i started writing it, and i havent felt that verbose since. so its hard to pick back up. there's my excuse. Dear Diary, i'm making so many friends at my job it's ridiculous. all the supervisors are especially cool. i guess thats why they're supervisors? but hmm yeah. i dont feel so estranged anymore. :D :D
this last week has been surreal. last tuesday i worked the Admissions box (a pepto bismol-colored 7x3x6 foot box with flashing lights around the top)..and the supervisors visited me in my lonelyness. and i made a new friend. his name is waldo. he's a hardcore swimmer, but thats not what defines him. :) uhmmmm ok. oh, tyrell's my friend, too! he started quoting "can i have your number" and i about died. wednesday was worlds of fun. i rode the patriot 6 times, once with CJ, that was a blast. we howled like wolves and screamed like scared little girls. then CJ got thrown up on when he went on the timberwolfe with someone else. poor cj. OH and there was a drunk driver on our way home! he was alll over the road and he kept flippin us off. so we called the po-leese on him. i hope he's okay. :/ besides worrying for him, i am undeniably happy. i have to stop worrying about so much. worry ruins good memories. texting. its a blessing, but its also the biggest curse bestowed on my generation. it has already become a permanent crutch, and its hard for me to imagine life without it. i hate it so much, and yet i love it. but i hate it more. but i cant stop. and i dont want to stop. so dont think you'd be helping me by taking my phone from me. the fact is, texting is a sign of the times, and not accepting that will only hurt the one in denial. one who thinks they can relate to this generation without texting (alas, also one who makes a mockery of it-of the idea of texting) will be as doomed as a fat kid trying to run the mile with a king-size snickers bar in each hand. but at the same time, i wish we could all put our razrs down for one week, and re-learn how to say things to each other. to our faces. .....raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...... | | |
| When all else fades away..*ahem* howdy doody, my good people! i am officially enjoying summer!! i know, right. i cannot even comprehend the concept. surely i'm just putting off some paper of gargantuan size. but no! i am not doing anything wrong by lounging around all day and partyin with my rhein peeps! anywho, it is my newfound duty to tell you a lesson every post which i learned at work. that is, at least one lesson. tonight, i bring you two lessons, one of petty worth, and another which i hope you take with you and remember for the rest of your life.
Mondays are apparently Get Wasted and Go to Allstar Day. i worked last night and let me tell you, there were far too many adults who were exceedingly happy to be putt-putting. it's exciting to get to putt-putt, but woooow... and three different people asked if we served alcohol. uhhh, does chuck e cheese serve alcohol? i dont think so. thats all i have to say about that.!
ok. before i get to my second lesson, i have to tell you what i am experiencing right now. i have a three year old sharing a chair with me and sticking hungry hungry hippo stickers to my arm. and guess what? i'm enjoying it! ME! shiloh jennison, the self-proclaimed future mother of zero kids..if that makes sense. my point is, ...i am not sure what my point is. i just surprise myself sometimes.
lesson #2. every unpleasant situation can be turned into something enjoyable. a week ago at work i experienced "picking" for the first time. the managers at Allstar send all the "blue shirts" (scum of the earth) out to the driving range field with little baskets to pick up golf balls. my first thought was "holy cow, there will be no end to this punishment," BUT it didnt take me long before i realized what this monotonous task reminded me of... ready for this? easter egg hunting! thats right. the good ole days of running around in a yard and finding colored easter eggs full of wonderful good candy. and i may not get candy when i find golfballs, but i AM getting paid. so i figure it evens out. when i thought of easter egg hunting, picking was suddenly much less like work and much more like fun!
but then they made us pick from 11 p.m. to 12:30 a.m. once again, looking back, i surprise myself. all i remember thinking is, "this is awesome! i get to easter egg hunt at NIGHT!" oh, another thing. that arcade room is HUGE. i have vacuumed the entire thing three times now. but i am proud to announce that, thanks to Allstar, i have killer vacuuming skills!
and, guess what, diary? (hehe. shout-out to ellen) i made a new friend at work! his name is TJ and he goes to derby. he thought i was funny! which, i must confess, however hard i try not to care, was a big relief. because pretty much up to this point i was feelin estranged from the rest of the staff. *sigh* i guess i just take some getting used to. i'm hoping they can tell i'm different..and i'm hoping i stay that way.
concentration is not an option right now. so i ...will stop trying. hehhh hehh. and this was gonna be such a good post. 8< oh well. the Rheins are Rhockin!
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| Shock me like an electric eel!sigh. today was field day. it was the first field day we've had where the weather actually allowed us outside, but that didnt make it much better. maybe if i had played frisbee or something, my opinion would be different. i DID play ping pong, nerts, and Fluxx (shout-out to Aurora!! :D ). ping pong was nice, because i proved to people that i can actually be good at something, not just silly/stupid. mr hendley (my math teacher from last year) was surprised at my ping pong skills. but i DID manage to make a fool of myself. we had an air band competition which i volunteered for, with 4 other kids in my class. we sang "Love Shack" by the B-52's. (proof that my dad has alz heimers: he doesn't recognize the song. i'm pretty sure he knew the song a couple of years ago!).. it . was . AWESOME! i lip synced my heart out. i was so nervous i prolly just swayed for the first 30 seconds, but oh well. all i can remember is looking at the faces of my entire school and thinking "holy crap! they look like theyre watching a glass window settle!" hehe.. then i realized i wasnt really dancing like i had planned, so i look at lizz to copy her. i only found out tonight that she was lookin at me to see what I was doing so she could copy ME. thats a vicious circle, right there.
anywho.
Fluxx is the best game ever. i wasnt so sure last time i played, but today reassured me of its awesomeness. the...rule-changyness is just so... amazing..
lets talk about work. rakin in the moolah. bringin home the bacon. winning the bread. why, you ask? well, i worked on saturday. thats why! i learned some valuable life lessons that day. but i only remember one. (ha!) and that is, "smile, and the world will NOT smile with you." thats right, folks. some people just dont want to smile. no matter HOW friendly you are, no matter how genuinely you care that they are happy with their Allstar experience, some people cant do anything but frown. i'm sure you all know this, and i was aware of the fact before i was workin at Allstar. but i think i just knew of it..and i didnt really think about how true it is. lets just say i was taken aback when i was incredibly kind to this lady and she just acted like she was gonna key my car as soon as she had the chance. i've had people dislike me before, but someone i dont even know? what right does she have to be like that? not only does she get to live life, but she gets to go to ALLSTAR!! she should be freakin happy! i mean come ON people, seriously. you are alive, whether you want to be or not. thats the plain and simple truth. since youre alive, you might as well make the best of it. feeling angry at the world only makes you feel like crap. and if youre like the lady at allstar, youre prolly gonna make someone else sad for you cuz you cant be joyful. i understand that "the world isnt all sunshine and rainbows"..but... i dunno. it just seems pointless to roll your eyes and frown at people when they smile at you. *ahem* sorry about that.
all in all, thoug, 96% of the world will smile at you if you smile at them. so lets spread some cheer, everyone! :D i challenge you to smile at 5 strangers this week. (tee-hee!)
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