February 11th, 2006

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here's my story, sad, but true... about a girl that i once knew...

nothing like the olympic opening ceremonies to remind you just how many countries are in the world that you either forgot about, or have never heard of. Latvia. i remember them. Nujukistan? Puppycanistan? okay, now you're just making that up! i'll bet that's a janitor from the olympic committee's office that they paraded down there waving a flag instead of a mop! i'll bet somewhere, they're snickering behind cupped hands as we all look at each other and nod seriously and say "oooh, Puppycanistan! i think my great grandmother came from there!"

hours at work are STILL being very drastically cut. ben? i have monday, wednesday, thursday, and friday off next week, if one of those days will work for you for recording. only sixteen freaking hours. i really need to get a second or different job. or at least drop my freaking taxes into the mailalthough i don't have the 2 cent stamps just so i get that freaking money sooner than later. i'm dumb. hours are cut so freaking badly.. i laughed greatly when i saw the schedule for sunday. usually, about seven or eight people work throughout the day. there's an early morning crew of one supervisor and one freight guy (chase). they leave when i come in at 10 am. yancey gets in at 2 pm. i leave at 4 pm. yancey stays until six.


granted, there's ONE supervisor (yes, yancey is technically a supervisor as well, though they keep putting off his certification, poor guy.), and i guess one manager. i don't think i have EVER seen such a freaking skeleton crew. one person? for all of OfficeMax? on a SUNDAY?!? come ON. and Yancey The Wonder Boy needs to NOT be on a register, which is where he's going to have to be when i leave. wow.

still haven't decided upon a topic for my essay. i had thought about doing nursing vs. retail working, but that relies heavily on the fact that my teacher has a sense of humor. AAAND, i'm finding it hard to find concrete USEABLE material for my sources cited. i found one registered nurse book at b&n, and nothing that could even remotely be used for retail. maybe customer service for dummies? the more i think about comparisons i would make (something along the lines of nurses taking height and weight and blood pressure, and retail workers taking height and width of the inside of a honda civic that the customer wishes to cram 4 six-foot bookshelves into, and then judge their blood pressure when they either cannot fit it, or rip the inside lining of their car trying...) the more i think i should seriously scrap the idea and do something.. else.

but i want it to be RIVITING! i want it to be something no one else in my class is doing! (last time, 4 other students in my small class was doing drugs. an ESSAY on drugs, that is. not sure how many were ON drugs.) and i need it to be something that i can find 3 GOOD books about, something that i could actually use as a reference. (so no MAD magazine, sorry.)

my tootsies are cold.

the more i'm in school, the more i want to be known for than just my chosen career path. i want to be a Nurse, a Musician, AAAND a Writer! take THAT! *smacksmack*

but for right now, i would like to just be known as Caffeineated, Warm, and Fed.
disco star

cross posted in dreamers_online...

had a dream that i suprise visited my father, who was living in new orleans in my dream. he lived on the edge of downtown, where you could sit on your back porch and hear all these amazing jazz musicians play. i was saddened to hear only silence. so i went for a walk in one direction, and saw only huts that were still flooded. i remember watching sadly as waves crashed in around the huts, slopping up the sides as it would churn in and out from the sea (in my dream, new orleans was on the sea.)

i decided then to go on a walk with my friends to a place where i used to have a lot of fun, on a boardwalk sort of thing. i weaved up and down these different streets, into and out of different restaurants and malls. i remarked to the people i was with that i was amazed i could so easily remember the way, as it had been so long. i came to where i would be able to look down on the amusement park....

and all i saw was destruction.

a giant lake had filled the area where a long boarded walk would take you to the small amusement park. the amusement park itself was half destroyed by the floods, the rollercoaster was only half there, with its ramps leading nowhere and leaning precariously as if it would just take a strong wind to knock it over. i cried and cried in my dream. not only for the destruction, but also because my heart was absolutely shattered at losing something that had meant so much to me in my youth.

upon waking and writing this, i remembered that i had dreamed about the same small, secluded amusement park on the beach before. i had been there before opening, or they had been closed for repairs or something. i remember standing outside on the boarded sidewalk and sitting on benches along the way, waiting for someone or something.

other dreams that i have had lately have been sad and disturbing. dreams of being sucked up in tornados and killed. dreams of war, of impending doom.