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| Well haven't I ben the amazing dissapearing women lately? I guess I have been a little elusive but I have been busy. Week before last I spent in Pittsburgh with the church homies for CHWC. It was really, really awesome as usual, and I met lots of new people and got the chance to work at an awesome site with really fun people and use a sledge hammer and do lots of fun stuff. My site was this old church that was a city landmark and was over a hundred years old but had flooded in the early nineties and the basement had been in standing water for 10 years and the church closed for nine. The basement had been dry for a couple of years but the damage had been done and it was rotted and a disgusting mess so we worked cleaning it out and the upstairs sanctuary too so that they can have service there sometime this summer. I also discovered that destroying things with sledg hammers is really, really fun.
Last week was fine but I feel like I spent the whole week recovering from the week before and I helped Tim move into his new apartment in Buckhead then I driving home I felt like I was going to die in a wreck because I was so tired and falling asleep.
Saturday night I drove down to Atlanta and Emmy got to join Tim and I on one of our Atlanta adventures where we leave with one plan and end up doing something completely different and driving all over the city and getting back at 2 in the morning. But we had an awesome time and I thought that Emmy and I were going to get shot when we got lost on 10th Street at one in the morning, I literally saw my life flash in front of my eyes. Then I went to Ellen's bridal shower which was a load of crap I know it was probably my job to throw it for her but someone else did it and it sucked so whatever.
This week I have been watching a lot of movies because I'm trying to finish out my queue before I have to go back to school. So last night I watched Transamerica and I highly reccomend it. Also if I was Felicity Huffman I would hunt down Reese Witherspoon and bitchslap her into next week for getting the oscar for best actress. I mean Felicity Huffman had to go into another gender and then get into the head of her own gender from the perspective of another. Not to mention that that meant she had to adopt new ways of speaking, walking, moving and expressing herself. It just blows my mind. and Reese Witherspoon just had to be Johnny Cash's wife, how hard can that be? But that's on my queue too so we'll see. | | |
| Not much has happened since the last time I wrote, just the usual, work, sleep and more work. But we have started finishing our basement and we are going to put a laundry room down there. So yesterday morning my dad wakes me up at the crack of 9 o clock to tell me that they're shutting off the water and that I should probably get up and go to the bathroom now. If that wasn't bad enough he kept waking me up to update me on the process and ask me questions, it was ridiculous. This mornin I was awoken by the sound of someone pounding with some sort of heavy object on the ceiling of the basement which is incindently the floor of the kitchen so when I went down there the floor was vibrating. And do you know what all this noise and fuss was about? They were putting windows in so that mom could have natural light and air in her laundry room. There is a giant garage door down there, if you need light open it!
Okay I have another quick rant, and this one is about work. So I've been working there for a week and I'm getting the hang of things but now there are things that they are just now informing me that I was supposed to be doing the whole time. There were a couple of things on Saturday that I got in trouble for not doing that I didn't know I was supposed be doing in the first place. Hey, I am not responsible for not doing things I am not told to do. I sort of hate that job beside the strange hours and constant paperwork and boredom level, it really isn't that nice a job. I spend most of my time in an office by myself filing paperwork and when someone does come by its to pay for their repairs or its someone who works there wanting me to do something that I may or may not know how to do or to tell me I'm doing something wrong. And for the hour everyday when I'm not by myself I'm with uneducated old people with no sense of style. But thus is life in Calhoun.
Anyway I'm going to run.
--Katie | | |
| Another weekend of summer down and we're two days closer to the start of school, but we are also that much closer to the highly anticipated CHWC: Pittsburgh. Hooray!!!!
So Satruday kind of sucked and was great at the same time. Friday night I couldn't sleep and was up all night and I had to go to work at 8:30. But I got to work early so I buzzed down to the lovely Chik Fila and had these cute little mini chicken biscuits and a massive coffee. And I had a thought as I was nibbling on my hash browns. Who makes the canned music CDs for businesses and how do you get that job? I mean you go into Aeropostle and you hear the dance version of "Somebody Told Me" by the Killers (seriously was a dance version of that song really neccessary and why do trendy stores always find it neccessary to play dance music I mean what does it do because I'm not dancing to it and I'm pretty prone to that sort of thing) and other cool songs that just seem to fit. I mean someone has to do it. But I digress.
So I'm sitting at work filing paperwork minding my own business and my boss comes in and begins interrogaging me on my opinion on "the liberalization of the media". First, let me go on a quick rant about how I hate people always confronting me on this subject and the like. I mean we'll go from "Oh, you're a journalism major? Thats so cool" to "Why do the media always dwell on the bad things in Iraq?" Yes, I care about the news and the media and all that stuff but I don't want to have to spit out my opinoins that are obviously different from yours right after I meet you, unless you're related me then I'll go to the mat about how you're wrong. But back to my boss. So he starts asking me all these openended questions and I haven't had much sleep or coffee and I don't want to tell him how I really feel (that Fox News-ish is just the propaganda of the Bush adminstration and Bill O'Reily should be asasinated for giving red necks a voice in the media) becuase things would get ugly and I would get angry and distracted and, hello, he's my boss. But if he did fire me for it 1) I would have a great story to tell at parties and 2) I could probably sue and pay for at least a semester of college. So I was pulling all this bull shit out of my ass with my real feelings thinly veiled and direct attacks on how stupid and narrow minded he was. Needless to I sucked and he won but I wasn't on the top of my game, then he stood there and talked to me for about thirty minutes and it was awkward and he was asking stupid questions. I happened to mention that I live in a co-ed dorm and he ran with that one. First, I had to explain that no, there was any sitting room or division between the two sides and then I had to explain how we worked out the bathrooms (ugh what a moron!). Then he asked me my favorite question for its sheer prudeness (if thats a word or even if it isn't) So what is the promiscuity level in there? I hate that most adults that grew up before the advent of co ed dorms think that they are one big orgy, because they really aren't and I think mandatory seperate dorms are old fashioned and reinforce the idea that sex is bad and if you do it we won't love you or want you around anymore. Which isn't good for anyone and I think that if pro-lifers get the idea that being a little more open and accepting about it and having birth control more avaliable would actaully cut down on abortion rather than make all girls whores and all guys man-sluts (or whatever you want to call them, but i just think the word man-slut is fun). But once again I have taken off on a crazy rant.
After work I took a short, but much needed, nap. Then Emmy came over then we went and got Emily and Tim showed up and it was a nice little party because the parentals were in Helen camping without me, partly because I'm sort of over camping and partly because I had to work. We watched Happy Endings and had pizza and went upstairs and made Mark uncomfortable on AIM. But it was such a nice evening.
Nothing really interesting happened today besides me discovering that naps are much better in the spare bed in the computer room than in my bed. I don't know what it is Perhaps its the better light or the smaller bed, I don't know, but it sure was nice. Tomorrow I'm going with Ellen to Kenesaw for my dress fitting then its to work at four then chilling at the casa. | | |
| Today at work I realized a horrible omission had been made. The lovely weekend that I had last week was never blogged about, and since I won't get to have another because of my stupid job (which is getting better actually, hooray!) I figured better late than never.
So last Friday I saw Rent on stage (you're freakishly jealous, don't lie) with the oh so lovely Tim (okay now you hate me if you didn't already). It was crazy great. We had really nice seats and the guy that played Collins was so good and the guy that played Angel was beautiful (yes I thought the drag queen was lovely as a man, nothing wrong with that) and the guy that played Mark was pretty fabulous, too. Sadly, the guy that played Roger was neither Attractive nor that great and "What You Own" was a bit of a mess. But "Seasons of Love" was so amazing I almost cried and I got all tearied eyed during Angel's funeral. But once again Mimi's death didn't upset me that much. Is it strange that I get more upset when the drag queen dies than when the heroin addicted stipper almost dies? And before the play Tim and I had dinner in the cutest little gourmet diner on Peachtree. It was in like a little tent thing and it was all decorated to look like a you were on a little island and there were lots of birds in cages outside. It was like a little oasis in the middle of the city I loved it. Then after I went with the lovely Tim to Steak and Shake in Kenesaw to meet my fab cousin and we got to meet soon to be broken up with Jacob (I didn't really like him that much anyway). Then Emmy and I went back to her house and I had a very awkward moment with the song "Maria". And because my stay at her house was unplanned I had to do the walk of shame the next day but we ate breakfast at this yummy coffee place and all was well with me becuase I had a tasty black forest mocha.
Then later I went to Mary Margerets for a pool party with the youth group and I got to play with my favorite redhead Cade and I taught him more of my ways because us redheads have to stick together and I want him to grow up to be just like me. Later we roasted marshmellows, had a really upsetting soy milk chocolate moment and tossed glow in the dark bracelets in the fire just becuase it does cool things. Then I almost won a few hands of ERS. Then we ran out of firewood so we went in and watched the second half of Raising Helen. I thought it was great that I got there at 3 and left at midnight. But it was a really great Saturday.
Today I left straight from work to the church picnic, talked to a few of my favorite lifeguards then left straight from the picnic with Kyle and Ryan to Ryan's house to watch a movie. We saw Munich, which probably would have been a lot better had been focused on it but I kept zoning out and they all talked in low voices and not very clearly either and they all had accents. But I do think it deserves a second watching but it was almost 3 hours long so it maybe a while before I brave it again. Though I do enjoy dense books and movies where things get blown up, dense movies where things get blown up don't always do it for me.
Anyway I have to work tomorrow at 8 *sigh* so I'm heading to bed. | | |
| It is now 3:14 eastern standard time and I have to be at work in less than 6 hours and I have yet to fall asleep yet. I really want to sleep because I have to work till 6 tomorrow and I don't want to have to highly caffinate tomorrow morning. Saturday the parentals are leaving to go camping without me because I have to work, but their reasoning was that I don't like camping anyway which is partly true but I also like not having to spend my Saturday in an office filing crap. But Emmy is coming up and we are going to watch Happy Endings and Amelie and I'm going to invite a bunch of people in the hopes that we will have a full Happy Endings screening and more of my world will be enlightened as to it's greatness as a film. Anyway I am going to have a snack then give this whole sleeping thing another shot. | | |
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