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Name: Soph
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Birthday: 12/14/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Blog-stalking, dancing, words, pretty things, sunny days, Egyptian mythology, snow, poetry.
Expertise: Frightening college students with long words, narrating the Old Testament, giving long lectures on weird topics that no-one else cares about, paying attention in class.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
10/10/2005
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| Big GulpI had another interview a bit ago. They haven't called me, so today, I bit the bullet and called them. I got the dude's voice mail. Just like last time.
*Sob*
I don't know what to do. I'm working hard at my job now, and doing well, but I hate selling hair dye, hairspray, hair extensions, hair straighteners, hairdryers and nail polish. I don't use any of that stuff, and the only things I know are the things I've learned by mistake, or else things I just made up which sound plausible. I mean, how am I supposed to know if we carry a comparable setting lotion to the one that was discontinued two years ago, but with a better smell? I don't even know what the heck a setting lotion is!
Ok, scratch that - technically, I do sort of know - I read the bottle. It's a lotion with a basic (?) ph used to counteract and deactivate the chemicals used to perm, wave, or relax hair. Maybe I do sound like an expert, but that's a total stab in the dark. The most I've ever done to my hair is let Mom curl and hairspray it while I stood there and whined prodigiously. And I was about ten when that happened.
Bah. Pray for me. I need it.
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| Working GirlWell, I'm back working again! It's a lot the same as before - hurry up to get there, and then stand around trying desperately to find something to do. But hey, work is work. I'm selling hairdryers and highlighting kits, which I know nothing about, but give me some time.
M'Hunny's finishing up school this week, which is good, since I'm usually scheduled Friday/Saturday. Maybe now we'll get to see each other during the week as opposed to not.
Aaaannd.....hmm. Well, I guess that's about it for now.
Take care!
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| Finding *The Dress* - or- Help! I'm being eaten by a sno-cone!Since M'Hunny is known to occasionally read this, I will not be explicating about any of the dresses which I am considering on wearing for the wedding after having tried many of them on this past weekend/week beginning. I will, however, detail a bit about the experience.
Overall, it was a fun experience. Mom and I went to four shops, and she, for whatever reason, seemed to be the most vocal about liking the most expensive dress that I tried on at each place.The modeling of various dresses was quite a bit of fun, although I did get a bit punchy several times. At one point, I was talking to the train of a dress as if it were my dog: "Come on train, and watch out for feet." At another, I started pretending I was a ghost when I got tangled up in a monstrous veil that was about eight yards long.
Actually getting into and out of the things was an adventure in and of itself. It's sort of like being enveloped by poufy white quicksand, or else being eaten by large satin animals with no teeth, depending on if you step in or get them pulled over your head. The actual getting fixed up in the dress seems calculated to make you feel fat, as the dresses are almost all designed to cinch in at the waist as tightly as possible. By the thirtieth dress, I was definitely wondering if I should lay off pop and candy for a while. (Should probably do that anyway, just to be healthy) On the positive side, most of them seem to be made for approximately my height, so there will be a lot less need for alterations.
I have a few favorites, and unless I radically change my mind, I'll prolly decide soon. This is exciting!
I hope he likes it. 
Pax
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| Not my FlowersI came home tonight from F'Mont tired and down. It's our one year anniversary, but with all the running around and and craziness lately, I just wasn't up for much. Our celebration was going out to Denny's and watching NASCAR, which was ok, but hard to enjoy, since this job thing is still wearing on me. I'm just having post-interview letdown, I guess. I got passed over for another job, and I'm trying to move out of my apartment, with a car that's too small to carry most of my stuff.
So, anyway, I get home to a note on the board - my new Roomie is out. She's staying with her parents, and will be coming by to get the rest of her stuff tomorrow. I walk in to the kitchen, and my heart does a happy little skip: there's a bundle of roses on the table! Somebody, maybe NewRoomie, or Old Roomie, or M'Hunny, had gotten me flowers! And then I promptly crash back to earth. There was no card - it had already been removed. The roses were for NewRoomie - and she had forgotten them on the table, so they were all drying out. I fixed them up, put them in water, and they do look pretty, but it's not really the same.
I even checked the floor and the trash, to see if the card had fallen off the table, and they really were for me. But they aren't. I can't wait until I have a garden of my own. Then I won't have to buy flowers for myself, or wait for someone to buy them for me.
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| What a difference a year makesThis time last year:
I was having regular panic attacks, complete with muscle spasms and puking.
I was writing my Senior thesis and getting therapy for getting dumped.
I was clinging to God as the only thing keeping me from doing and saying things I would regret.
I was interviewing with a moving company for a summer job. But of course, that would only be for a few weeks til my "real" job materialized. (yeah right)
I was trying to decide if I liked this Joe guy enough to inflict my panicky, stressed-out, unhappy self on him for a few more dates.
You know, despite everything that's still uncertain, things are looking awfully bright.
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