All right, so I already explained the computer situation. Basically, I apologize, but I won't be posting anything for at least a week, until I get my fixed computer back. It's just not worth it to come into the lab to type up info for y'all. I still check email, if you want to contact me that way, or there's always, of course, the phone.
Stay well (even without your semi-daily update of Jessness!)
Pickles,
J
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Why Technology is Satan
except not actually Satan, because Satan is hot and sexy and technology sux balls.
So, yesterday was a crazy, crazy day. I needed to submit my Transitional B certificate, turn in my Americorps application, and make it to work by 12 (which I failed at, by the way). However, my passport was awol, so the morning was spent with me frantically running through the house looking for my passport. I left my computer on my bed, found the passport, and went skipping off to the city/work/whatever life may hold.
Return home and. . .lo and behold. . .my computer doesn't work! In fact, there's a huge crack across my screen. Heinous!!!! And, because it's obviously outside damage (despite the fact that I have NO idea how it got damaged. . .it was working before I left, and then, I returned, and voila, nada.
Luckily the harddrive isn't damaged (I don't think!) or anything like that, so it should be fine, after the screen is fixed. . .which is going to cost upwards of $300. . .money which I don't really have now, but. . .well. c'est la vie, right?
In happier news. . .well, there really isn't any happier news. Eventually I'll start getting paid, that's semi-happy news, right?
My apologies, I'm in a bit of a bad mood at the moment (which I think SHOULD be understandable!) So I'll just sign out and let y'all get back to your happy lives.
And yes, Ames, this means there won't be any WS updated for several weeks because. . .my computer is broken.
J
So, yesterday was a crazy, crazy day. I needed to submit my Transitional B certificate, turn in my Americorps application, and make it to work by 12 (which I failed at, by the way). However, my passport was awol, so the morning was spent with me frantically running through the house looking for my passport. I left my computer on my bed, found the passport, and went skipping off to the city/work/whatever life may hold.
Return home and. . .lo and behold. . .my computer doesn't work! In fact, there's a huge crack across my screen. Heinous!!!! And, because it's obviously outside damage (despite the fact that I have NO idea how it got damaged. . .it was working before I left, and then, I returned, and voila, nada.
Luckily the harddrive isn't damaged (I don't think!) or anything like that, so it should be fine, after the screen is fixed. . .which is going to cost upwards of $300. . .money which I don't really have now, but. . .well. c'est la vie, right?
In happier news. . .well, there really isn't any happier news. Eventually I'll start getting paid, that's semi-happy news, right?
My apologies, I'm in a bit of a bad mood at the moment (which I think SHOULD be understandable!) So I'll just sign out and let y'all get back to your happy lives.
And yes, Ames, this means there won't be any WS updated for several weeks because. . .my computer is broken.
J
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
It Just Don't Get Much Better Than This
Lounging around at home, reading books, enjoying the rain/sunshine (yes, Michigan is indeed a schizophrenic, PMSing woman) and writing. I'm catching up on some of the stories I'd been working on--and, yes, Ames, I'll put them online, I just want to get a few more chapters written. Then I'll string 'em out a bit, so you can keep enjoying the threads long after I am gone.
Today I made chicken/potato salad. I realized as an afterthought that I should hav eben German potato salad instead of American, but whatev, mayo is the way to go. Just ask the Europeans! (right, KT, haha)
Um, I have nothing more to say, I was just idling around people's blogs, and nobody's updated for a while, and I realized that I was a hypocrite to complain as I hadn't updated in a while, so now that I have, I can complain that no one else has. You lazy bums!
Hmmm, what a waste of a post. My apology I have no deep or dark advice for y'all, though I've been reading Phillip Pullman's Dark Materials stories, and they veyr much intrigue me, as they are a bit of theft from Mr. C.S. Lewis, John Milton, hte Bible, and some cracked-out version of his own mentality.
Have I mentioned that I love Satan?
Bunnies
J
Today I made chicken/potato salad. I realized as an afterthought that I should hav eben German potato salad instead of American, but whatev, mayo is the way to go. Just ask the Europeans! (right, KT, haha)
Um, I have nothing more to say, I was just idling around people's blogs, and nobody's updated for a while, and I realized that I was a hypocrite to complain as I hadn't updated in a while, so now that I have, I can complain that no one else has. You lazy bums!
Hmmm, what a waste of a post. My apology I have no deep or dark advice for y'all, though I've been reading Phillip Pullman's Dark Materials stories, and they veyr much intrigue me, as they are a bit of theft from Mr. C.S. Lewis, John Milton, hte Bible, and some cracked-out version of his own mentality.
Have I mentioned that I love Satan?
Bunnies
J
Sunday, August 5, 2007
To Be or Not To Be
a Slut.
And for the very first time, I found myself considering this question. So here's the scene. . .a bunch of my friends I head into Manhattan. It's Thursday night. Our program has just ended. I don't have to return to work until 11 the next morning. So there we are, in Manhattan, watching a bunch of Mexicans at a concert followed by dancing, etc. Followed by us heading to the skivviest bar possible.
And there I ran into a bunch of British guys. The rest of the group is setting at a table, I head to the bar to get a drink, and somehow end up discussing rugby, football, politics, etc. ANd one guy is a complete ass. Check out this conversation.
Him: So, you got a boyfriend?
Me: No, not at the moment.
Him: When did you last go out with him?
Me: Urm. . .about two months ago (true! Last time I was on a date! Two months ago, give or take)
Him: Oh, great.
Me: What do you mean, great?
Him: that means you're still in the angry, slut stage, when you jump into bed with any guy you meet.
Yeah. That's exactly how it went. DISGUSTING.
But, one of the others was cute. I mean, really cute. About a half foot taller than me, broad shoulders, short brown hair, BEAUTIFUL green eyes, a sexy little scar above one eye. . .oh my goodness. Beautiful accent, smart
Anyway. I'll stop drooling. Gist of the story is that he invited me back to his place, and I actually considered it. Just for half a second, no more, just enough time for it to flit through my head before laughing it off, but. . .oh my, he was beautiful. But he was just passing through, so it would be
Anyway. That's enough. I just thought I would put this up to let everyone know that yes, even goody-good girls like me have dirty thoughts every now or then. And man, he was FINE.
J
And for the very first time, I found myself considering this question. So here's the scene. . .a bunch of my friends I head into Manhattan. It's Thursday night. Our program has just ended. I don't have to return to work until 11 the next morning. So there we are, in Manhattan, watching a bunch of Mexicans at a concert followed by dancing, etc. Followed by us heading to the skivviest bar possible.
And there I ran into a bunch of British guys. The rest of the group is setting at a table, I head to the bar to get a drink, and somehow end up discussing rugby, football, politics, etc. ANd one guy is a complete ass. Check out this conversation.
Him: So, you got a boyfriend?
Me: No, not at the moment.
Him: When did you last go out with him?
Me: Urm. . .about two months ago (true! Last time I was on a date! Two months ago, give or take)
Him: Oh, great.
Me: What do you mean, great?
Him: that means you're still in the angry, slut stage, when you jump into bed with any guy you meet.
Yeah. That's exactly how it went. DISGUSTING.
But, one of the others was cute. I mean, really cute. About a half foot taller than me, broad shoulders, short brown hair, BEAUTIFUL green eyes, a sexy little scar above one eye. . .oh my goodness. Beautiful accent, smart
Anyway. I'll stop drooling. Gist of the story is that he invited me back to his place, and I actually considered it. Just for half a second, no more, just enough time for it to flit through my head before laughing it off, but. . .oh my, he was beautiful. But he was just passing through, so it would be
Anyway. That's enough. I just thought I would put this up to let everyone know that yes, even goody-good girls like me have dirty thoughts every now or then. And man, he was FINE.
J
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Michigan I-O
Did anyone else have to sing that song in elementary school? I've always had a sneaking suspicion that my principal invented it, so I' m still trying to find out. . .
My colleagues at school are CRAZY. Seriously, they're fifth graders. Except for my Spanish lead teacher, who I LOVE, which is good because otherwise. . .I might shoot myself. And I'm in love with the AP in charge of discipline. Which I may have mentioned, but I'm mentioning it again anyway, because love is a beautiful thing.
I'm going to teaching conferences, eating amazing catered food, and getting paid. Much better than the actual teaching aspect of the job.
Also, my program ends on Friday which means . . .FREEDOM. Which, apparently, also equates to me coming back to Michigan. I want to see lots and lots of people, because I probably won't be home again until Christmas, which means I still won't see many people, since Christmas is family time. So squeeze it in now, people.
Urm. . .that's about it. I get a $1500 check tomorrow, which is good, because I'm as broke as I've been in years. YEARS I tell you.
And. . .that's really all that I have to say. How pathetic. I'm living in the City that Never Sleep, and I have nothing terribly interesting to say. Oh, except that my students got in a fight over whether I look more like J.Lo or Madonna. Apparently those are the only white celebrities the kids know, so I must look like one of them. Which is fine with me, they're both hot.
Also, anyone in A2 want to go to the outlet mall? because I need new clothes like WHOA.
Okay, this time I really am signing off, as I have to get headed off to my LAST TRAINING WORKSHOP. Which will be followed by PARTY. Which will be followed by SLEEP. Which will be followed by MONEY. WHich will be followed by TRAINING AND SCRUMPTIOUS FOOD. Which will be followed by PARTY. WHich will be followed by SLEEP. WHich will be followed by PLANE RIDE HOME.
And if that wasn't the most obnoxious entry ever, I don't know what was.
Hugs and monkeys,
J
My colleagues at school are CRAZY. Seriously, they're fifth graders. Except for my Spanish lead teacher, who I LOVE, which is good because otherwise. . .I might shoot myself. And I'm in love with the AP in charge of discipline. Which I may have mentioned, but I'm mentioning it again anyway, because love is a beautiful thing.
I'm going to teaching conferences, eating amazing catered food, and getting paid. Much better than the actual teaching aspect of the job.
Also, my program ends on Friday which means . . .FREEDOM. Which, apparently, also equates to me coming back to Michigan. I want to see lots and lots of people, because I probably won't be home again until Christmas, which means I still won't see many people, since Christmas is family time. So squeeze it in now, people.
Urm. . .that's about it. I get a $1500 check tomorrow, which is good, because I'm as broke as I've been in years. YEARS I tell you.
And. . .that's really all that I have to say. How pathetic. I'm living in the City that Never Sleep, and I have nothing terribly interesting to say. Oh, except that my students got in a fight over whether I look more like J.Lo or Madonna. Apparently those are the only white celebrities the kids know, so I must look like one of them. Which is fine with me, they're both hot.
Also, anyone in A2 want to go to the outlet mall? because I need new clothes like WHOA.
Okay, this time I really am signing off, as I have to get headed off to my LAST TRAINING WORKSHOP. Which will be followed by PARTY. Which will be followed by SLEEP. Which will be followed by MONEY. WHich will be followed by TRAINING AND SCRUMPTIOUS FOOD. Which will be followed by PARTY. WHich will be followed by SLEEP. WHich will be followed by PLANE RIDE HOME.
And if that wasn't the most obnoxious entry ever, I don't know what was.
Hugs and monkeys,
J
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