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Name: Georgiana
Birthday: 7/15/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus, rocking out, eating, sleeping, shopping, rooting for the Giants, art, music
Expertise: Exploratorium kleptomania, telling people about how Charissa Chan smacked a cyclist on the butt in Berkeley
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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Member Since:
2/10/2003
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| Fuzzy GrapesI heard a scream, a gaggle, then a loud spit. "I was eating these grapes," my little sister Josephine began as she ran into the room. "and I thought to myself, this one tastes different... REALLY different." It turns out that Josephine had unknowingly eaten a handful of fuzzy grapes, fuzzy as in moldy fuzz. | | |
| Earlier this week when I was on my way home on the K, I listened in on this conversation two people had that made me think a lot. A young guy in a suit in his late twenties/early thirties got up from his seat and gestured his arm at the sight of a man in a sports coat in his late forties/early fifties. The men smiled at each other, had some banter, then hugged each other as if they hadn't seen each other in a while. The friends then started to catch up on work, the winding day, and ongoing weekend interests. The younger guy shared about having to discover new hobbies apart from his old love, music. When asked why, he casually responded (as if he had had to do it many times at this point) that in the past year, doctors had discovered cancer in his hand one day and surgically removed a huge amount of tissue. The older gentleman nodded knowingly and shared some personal experience about family, life, and joy in the time each person has. A few stops later, the younger man got off at his stop. The two hugged then smiled and said, "See you around..."
I think I realized then that the world is really small and that seasons of life come and go just as quickly as a train enters or departs from station to station. It was really hopeful.
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| I feel like every now and then, I have these Martha Stewart moments (not the prison thing but the cool home remedy stuff) that make me feel really proud. They're actually kind of lame but I feel a real sense of accomplishment. I never really made lunch for myself at school because I'd be at school from 8am-8pm (and beyond if you add lab time). Plus, keeping food in your backpack for that long just gets gross. Anyways, I made this really awesome lunch just now to bring to work tomorrow... and it only cost me a little under three dollars to make it. The Lucky's (okay, so it's really Albertson's, but it used to be Lucky's and everyone loves Lucky's more) by my house has really good mini baguettes for sixty-nine cents and there was a sale on sandwich meat and cheese. I also packed some dried mangoes (essential for fiber for later) and a flavored soy drink (mm... soy drinks are heaven for the lactose-intolerant). I am very excited about 12:30pm tomorrow.
P.S. I also met this really rad nine-year-old kid at church today and we became best of friends because she was wearing a Miley Cyrus teeshirt (and you know me, I am really a tween girl at heart since I love Hannah Montana and High School Musical). | | |
| I finally turned into one of those people I said I'd never become.
This week was my first full week of the forty-hour work week, complete with the twice daily muni rides and trek from the Embarcadero station to the office. As soon as I came home from work every night, I more or less FELL ASLEEP BECAUSE I WAS SO TIRED EVERY DAY. Eww, I've become "one of those people!" I hope it is only temporary and I get my life back soon.
It's scary, but hopefully I'll get used to it soon enough.
p.s. check yourselves, stinky mcstinkertons. | | |
| Today was my orientation day at Landor. I got a tour, a fakeout from accounts, and free breaksfast on the company. The big lesson I learned out of my entire experience is that I will carry flip-flops in my bag from now on because it's a ten block (mind you, ten long downtown city blocks, not wimpy tiny ones) HIKE from the muni station at the Embarcadero to the office. I was panting like crazy when the HR person casually said, "Oh, you'll get used to it in no time." I felt really out of shape for a twenty-two-year-old. | | |
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