Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Monday, September 01, 2008

  • It irritates the shit out of me that McCain chose Palin as his running mate, because as everyone is saying, it is so obvious that he was thinking, "Shit, I better have someone that is not the traditional rich, white man as my running mate or I won't have anything special. Obama is half black, and that's his thing, so damnit, what can I have? Ooh yeah, a woman, let's go with that."

    And by McCain thinking that, of course I mean his advisors. In fact, I'm not sure if he even realizes that she's a woman yet. Everyone's probably just been referring to her by her last name so ole John won't know.\

    But on a slightly related note, I got my voter registration card this weekend. I am not sure how I feel about it, since I only registered for it because I had to for my application at the police department, which I am already out of the running for that job. DAMNIT. On the other hand, if I so chose to vote this year, I can. Still not sure if I am or not...

Sunday, August 31, 2008



  • Is this not the cutest creature alive??? It's a puggle, and I want a puggle. And that word looks a lot like "puzzle" when typed out. But for the uninformed, it's a beagle + puggle = a little wad of adorable.

  • What is the next "big step" in your life?


    Getting a job that I don't bitch about incessantly. I think everyone I know is tired of hearing me bemoan my existence because I have to work at that shitty glass company with everyone and their asshole attitudes. If I needed to be brought down, I just wouldn't work so I could worry about merely existing everyday.

    But I am actively searching. Half of every waking moment of every day is spent job searching. Newspapers, craigslist, facebook, networking with aunts and uncles and their working brethren, telling everyone that I am looking, checking in every store window for a sign, making a list of big companies in the area, checking their websites, buying new shoes in which to hopefully go on interviews... I am eyebrow deep in finding something worthwhile. It's just keeping faith and keeping my spirits up in the meantime.

    Thank God and thank you America for Labor day!
       

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Saturday, August 30, 2008

  • Bible says life begins before conception

    Responding to the letter in which the writer asserts her personal belief that life does not begin at conception, perhaps she also doesn’t believe in God.

    In reality, life begins before conception. According to the Holy Bible, “The Lord said, ‘I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb’” (Jeremiah 1:5). And the psalmist writes: “You (the Lord) saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed” (Psalm 139:16).

    Therefore, abortion is murder, snuffing out that life without giving that person the opportunity to see the light of day and to discover God’s plan for his or her life on Earth. It’s interesting that those “pro-choice” people call us pro-lifers “anti-choice.” It’s not a matter of choice. We all make choices everyday — our God-given right — yet sometimes wrong choices.

    CHARLES NEWCOMBE

    Columbia


    This appeared in my local newspaper's Letters to the Editor section today, and I wanted to send a letter to the editor, but since I just sent one in last week about bicycling on a local hike n bike trail, I didn't want to be seen as "one of those people". But this idiot seems to think it's okay to foist laws upon everyone based on his beliefs. Not just his beliefs even, his personal interpretation of the Bible, of which everyone has their own.. It's ridiculous and it saddens me that society in the South is still this ignorant. Since he doesn't believe in abortion, he shouldn't have one. Notice I said, his wife or his daughters shouldn't have one, I said that HE shouldn't.

    I believe that people shouldn't be allowed to smoke in public areas because it's of how it affects others, and if this guy smokes, should I be able to force him to abide my personal belief system? Because if he is as right wing as he seems, I might as well go ahead and assume he smokes in his pickup truck. Possibly even while his children are trapped inside, unable to obtain fresh air.

    Blagh. Why people, why? Think outside of the walls of your trailers. I am not one for promoting trashy Southern stereotypes, but people like this are holding us back. Sometimes I wonder if people of other races or cultures feel the same way about some of their members that are out there promoting this awful over stereotyped way that is how most people see them. For example, do some black people feel ashamed of the way some rappers are all just rapping about overpriced champage instead of... I was going to say "something that matters" but really, is there much music that is about deep things? Not so much. Music is a diversion from the shit of life for most people, and while it does bring up problematic situations, it's not meant to drag one down, usually.


    Wow that got rambly and I am getting lost in my point, if there was one anymore.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

  • Last night my ho and I went to Wild Wings later on in the evening to hear Villanova play. Villanova is a local band that is amazing. They are on Myspace if you want to hear them. Some people were there for the Steve Spurrier motivational pre-season cock-ball speech. There was the threat of rain all evening, but by the time my ho picked me up, the sky was clear. By the time we got downtown and parked, five minutes later, we felt the first few droplets came down. The USC marching was set up under and tent and we were joking about the tuba players drowning in their tubas if it rained too hard (by the way, they must have to be strong to play those suckers, they are HUGE).

    We went in to get a beer, then dodged more droplets to get back under the tent that the band had somehow abandoned in less than a few minutes. Seriously, an almost 100 person band and their instruments vanished into thin air. The techs were setting up the band's equipment under another tent while we were knocking back some beers, and it was like... a hurricane. WOOSH in came the wind blowing the now heavy rain sideways into the tent. People stepped backwards en masse, it was like a single step of the electric slide that everyone decided to do at once. We decided to stay under the tent in hopes that the band were perserve through the weather and go on.

    They hadn't and the lightening and thunder started in worse, so we tent hopped to the front door. Still soaked but we were inside. With everyone else that had been there. Wild Wings was almost dripping with humans. Humans in all states of inebriation. Humans who LOVED COCKS FOOTBALL WOOOO!

    Villanova ended up not playing, and we just got wet. The highlight of my evening, was when we went to Ale House across the street and I got a kids' meal that the waitress ended up charging me $1.08 for. It said on the menu that it cost like, $4, so I was surprised and thought she'd catch it when she ran my card. But she did not, so I left her a large enough tip to cover in case she messed up and had to comp it out of her own pocket. But hey hey, almost free meal. in a way.

    The night ended a lot more uneventfully in that we got in the car, wet, and she dropped me off. I took a shower and it was warm and I had to put a sleepy, sick Patrick to bed.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

  • I found out on Friday via my mom that I am not going to get hired for a job I was supposed to because of, get this, I am too qualified because I have managed to obtain a college degree. What could a degree disqualify me from? McDonald's? Garbage collection? Manicurist??

    No, from a government job. It was at the city hall, and my mom's friend is in charge of hiring, so I went to the interview and totally aced it. I played up my communication skills, the fact that I live a mile and a half down the road and am looking to stay there for a long time, the fact that I have excellent computer skills, and enjoy conversing with people who aren't angry at me because they were the victim of a cracked windshield. So, I'm pretty pissed about the situation, but much less so than I was Friday. I was planning to be able to tell the glass company that I was putting in my week's (they only require one) notice and thanks for the opportunity. I want to call the city manager and ask what their employment discrimination policies are, but I also don't want to get my mom's friend screwed over. I may just wait until Wednesday or Thursday and call to see if I am still in the running, and take it from there.

    Bah. I don't think the real world is quite what college made me think it would be. It's more gritty and desperate, like if you even think about taking a break when you aren't supposed to, who knows what might happen to you. It might not turn out happy like the time you cut class and the professor ended up not taking attendance that day. In this real world, attendance is a time clock. The place I work has a REAL time clock, with time cards and you punch in and out every day. I had no idea those sorts of things still existed. I thought it was just something that was from the Flintstones. The only thing that's missing is a whistle that blows at 5 p.m. to signify quittin' time.

    Sigh. So, despite me woes, I am keeping upbeat by charging forward, looking for the thing that will make me happy. I'm working my contacts, trying to make new ones, applying for jobs, and going on interviews. I think society is starting to get excited about the elections, which means that Bush's economy draining regime will end, which means new hope that will get people to believe in living again, which will in turn stimulate the economy and things will skyrocket again, similar to how they did in the 90's. Now, that's a pretty oversimplified view of things, but I believe it and might even vote this year to change it. I've always been against voting, living here in South Carolina, and mostly because of things like this story, courtesy of The State. But who knows what I'll feel like between now and November. But this time around, I got suckered into registering to vote, so it's an option. But that's not what I'm about right now. Job. Need new job. I may be almost single track minded on this for a while, but that's okay. I need to be.



Wednesday, August 20, 2008

  • I've been away for the past few days because I screwed my computer up royally on Sunday. I was planning to go get groceries, and being that Patrick just bought us a crock pot, I decided to google some recipes for it. That was a BAD IDEA, because I right clicked a bunch of them to open in a new tab, and one of them overtook my computer. That resulted in me going into near hysterics, and Patrick working hard until last night to get my computer up and running again. He had to reformat the WHOLE THING, which could be worse. He saved all my old data and pictures, and documents and everything onto my external hard drive, but my bookmarks did not make it. I have an outdated list from when I was using IE, but it's just NOT THE SAME! I have to go back and do them all over again, which might be a good purge anyways. My bookmarks list was getting monstrous. Ahhh.

    At least it's a clean slate though. No more mindlessly clicking on sites just because I for some reason at some time saved it. The only thing keeping me calm about the bookmarks is this sour cream and onion dip and Tostitos that I am chowing down on right now. I loooove me some sour cream and onion dip. I could lick it off of a wall and be happy. Some people want to lick whip cream off another's body; I want to lick off sour cream and onion dip. Except not off a guy, because hair would get stuck up in there, ewww.

    So give me some good bookmarks anyone, if you have them. I will appreciate them deep into my soul.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

  • So, I got myself a job today. It didn't take much effort at all, I was sitting on my ass at the time. My mom's friend that works as a glass company downtown had tried to get me a job there earlier in the summer, and she called me today to see if I wanted to start working in the "Receivables" department with her like, soon. I said, "Fine, how's next Tuesday or Wednesday?" So, Wednesday, I'll start doing... I don't even know what. I won't even lie, I don't even freaking know. But I do know that I think this is what I need to get the next page in the book of my life flipped. I got stuck from graduating college to getting a job like when you're reading a book and have to put your hand in between the pages while someone interrupts you. It's been far too long of an interruption, and I'm looking forward to making enough on ONE PAYCHECK to pay all of the rent and utilities. Thank God.

    In other news, Radar Love gets her sutures taken out tomorrow morning, yay! I've missed taking her on walks, and so has my weight loss. Actually I wouldn't call it weight loss so much as weight maintenance. I am fine with the size I am, wouldn't mind losing an inch or so in my ass area so that my smaller pants will fit better, leading me not to have to buy new ones, even better!! But no one cares about anyone else's weight unless the person is too huge or too tiny.

    But I will go to Charleston Saturday, and it will be enormous and so much fun. I am going to pack to stay through the evening, but whether I do or not remains to be seen. I feel like it'll happen though. Patrick isn't going, so I'll do whatever the hell I want. I don't have many plans, just to meet up with friends, walk up and down King St., have fries and gravy at Vickery's, and maybe lay around in the super soft grass in that Park near CofC. That grass is so soft that last time I was down there, I fell asleep on it amidst the Spoleto festival set up. I woke up and there were two people tight-rope walking two feet away from me!

    So, in short, I work tomorrow at USC, Friday at the store, Charleston through... Sunday maybe, then I have Monday and Tuesday to do something, or nothing, then I begin my journey into the world of 40 hour workweeks. Yes.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

  • Maybe I've been watching too much style network at work on the weekends, but I wish I could just take a week or so and just become different. I know those shows make it seem like their whole life and wardrobe and whatnot is changed, but it's just a few outfits and a hair cut/color that's just going to grow out in a few weeks. And it's probably too difficult for someone who isn't a stylist to re-create. The makeup will wash off at the end of the day, and they'll still have blotchy skin and invisible eyelashes.

    But dammit, it just seems so appealing. I not only want to look new and updated, I want to act new and different too. Sometimes I feel like my personality turns people off to me, and that, I believe, is why I haven't done a good enough interview thus far to get a job. I just don't know, but I have been feeling like I need a self overhaul, but I want it to all happen at once, instead of gradually, like it would have to happen.

    It could be construed as shaky self confidence to want to change myself, but I think of it more as evolving into who I am going to and need to be. But enough with the deep introspectiveness, I'll just work on doing things today that better my ability to be able to walk around in my room and find things. I was going to go meet my dad at the lake but he wanted me to drive about 35 minutes away to this landing he likes to put the boat in at, and I honest to God don't want to drive that far and use that much gas. I wasted too much effing money last night going out and drinking with the girls. Last night was not good for getting free drinks, despite my cute new skirt I got from Target. If I get the pics from Emily, I will post one, because I love that skirt so much. It's a ruffly mini skirt from the new GO International line; black with an ivory trim on each ruffle.

    To Do Today:
    1. Clear off dresser, headboard, nightstand, desk
    2. Clean bathroom: sink, shower, toilet
    3. Sweep room
    4. Make bed back
    5. Put extra pillows in linen closet
    6. Sort out linen closet so it's not a bunch of shit crammed in there
    7. Start dishwasher
    8. Shower
    9. Gather all of Radar's toys into her toy box
    10. Do towel laundry
    11. Put box and bag in trunk of car, take trash out of it
    12. Maybe think about taking things to Goodwill
    13. List ferret cages on Craigslist

    And now, here is some visual interest:



    Look how big she's gotten!



    Her new giant lobster toy. Patrick bought it for her instead of the gargantuan hedgehog I wanted to get her. It's so big, it was a $17 dog toy. YES. But she is loving the hell out of this one.



    Found the cat hiding back here in the mess of wire nonsense.



    I got a bento box the other day!! It's meant for kids, as is evidenced by the size, but I am going to see how I do with this one and graduate up to a Mr. Bento if do this long enough. Or, honestly, if I get the job I am wanting right now, it's five blocks from my house, and I'd get an hour for lunch. Bentos would not be needed. Either way, this one is so adorable!