There's something in my wall in my living room and it's...squeaking. I think it might be a mouse. It's like it's screaming out for food and shelter but I'm not that charitable. Mouse chose the wrong house.
I don't know what I'm doing.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
My life has been taken over...
.....by art supplies. Got a color study going in pastel for a possible painting in the future. This is Edie Sr.
My living room has been flooded by projects lately, and....I kind of like it.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Danielle Steel
"Don't tell me you've started to fall in love with me..."
I was just getting into this book when I had to pull the rope to get off the bus at the right stop. I was a little miffed because it seemed like things were going to get pretty interesting and I'd spent the last fifteen minutes with my head at exactly the right angle to read over this woman's shoulder. I'm sure she didn't mind though, I mean, she was the one who decided to light up right next to me at the bus stop so it was the least she could do. But she turned the page before I could finish the sentence. I need to find that book.
It's been a very long day. I woke up at 5am for my usual 6-noon shift and it was BUSY today. I was on register and after an hour of nonstop action everything started running together into a: triple grande nonfat no whip white mocha, quad venti iced upside down caramel macchiato with whip extra caramel drizzle, double tall nonfat iced latte. My favorite today was the, 'yes, I'll take a grande nonfat no foam cappuccino please'. Now sir, don't look at me like I'm not getting the picture when I try to explain to you that by definition a cappuccino is half milk half foam. There was a steady line of people out the door for almost two hours but we got through it! I like this job because if you're feeling like a people person, great, it's your turn on register. If you got out of bed on the wrong side and the last thing you feel like dealing with a squabble of twenty somethings who can't make a choice between right or left, you can be assured you won't be bothered on bar. For me it was one of those magical days where I could calmly manage anything that came my way including the customer mantra of "and could you...and also...don't forget the...I'll take....I need....". I wonder if I've earned my halo yet.
For every difficult customer there are plenty of customers that I adore. They walk in like rays of sunshine and you know what they're going to order and half the time I have it half finished before they even walk in. There's the grande nonfat, no whip, five pump white mocha who is the friendliest woman I've ever met in my life, who even gave us little gifts for Christmas! There's the mail guy who comes in once a week for his venti coffee no room and a chocolate donut. There's the triple venti skinny vanilla latte with a cheese danish. A very nice man who works across the way comes in twice a day for his triple venti 140 degree latte. An older gentleman who gave us these awesome caramel apples for Christmas, he gets the triple venti nonfat extra hot latte. I remember all of their drinks not strictly because they come in so often but because I feel honored to be a part of their daily ritual. It's not about what they pay for a drink, or what they tip us, and it's not because we're greedily sucking up to them for continued patronage. It's because of the time that they're waiting for their drink to be made, as I'm making their drink I'm hearing them talk about their day, sometimes it's been a good day, sometimes a bad day and they're venting to me, and in my hands I have the opportunity to make their day better.
I really like my job. People scoff at me sometimes, they view Starbucks as this corporate machine that spits out mediocre beverages at high prices. I guess it just depends on which Starbucks you visit because where I work we actually give a damn and we make damn good drinks. The end.
So I got out of work almost an hour later than intended, went to the bank, waited for the bus, did some grocery shopping, waited for the bus, walked home, sorted groceries, inhaled pb&j sandwich, physics class, and most importantly, enjoyed a two hour nap. Now I've got to get my butt off the couch and work on homework for however long I can stay awake. I'm putting money down on 1am, I've got this bottle of wine that I'm planning on breaking into to make the experience slightly more tolerable!
I've also compiled a list of annoying things that go down at bus stops:
- Stop asking me for the time every five seconds.
- Don't ask me for change. It makes me look like an ass when I'm holding a drink that I made to take from work and yet I can't scrounge up a quarter for you.
- Stop spitting! I don't know when this ritual began where all guys just stand around and spit at bus stops. Seriously, what's your disorder.
- Creepy dudes, enough said. I'm not standing here because I want to spend quality time with you.
- People who sing at bus stops.
- Unsupervised children. As much a I may begrudge you for making me unofficially responsible for your child, I'm not going to spite you by NOT grabbing onto the hood of your four year old's coat as he's making a mad dash for a busy intersection while you're showing off your new phone to your gal pal.
- Overly talkative people in general. I'm not bus stop therapy, and no, I do not want to see pictures of your cats.
Ugh, homework time. Off I go.
I was just getting into this book when I had to pull the rope to get off the bus at the right stop. I was a little miffed because it seemed like things were going to get pretty interesting and I'd spent the last fifteen minutes with my head at exactly the right angle to read over this woman's shoulder. I'm sure she didn't mind though, I mean, she was the one who decided to light up right next to me at the bus stop so it was the least she could do. But she turned the page before I could finish the sentence. I need to find that book.
It's been a very long day. I woke up at 5am for my usual 6-noon shift and it was BUSY today. I was on register and after an hour of nonstop action everything started running together into a: triple grande nonfat no whip white mocha, quad venti iced upside down caramel macchiato with whip extra caramel drizzle, double tall nonfat iced latte. My favorite today was the, 'yes, I'll take a grande nonfat no foam cappuccino please'. Now sir, don't look at me like I'm not getting the picture when I try to explain to you that by definition a cappuccino is half milk half foam. There was a steady line of people out the door for almost two hours but we got through it! I like this job because if you're feeling like a people person, great, it's your turn on register. If you got out of bed on the wrong side and the last thing you feel like dealing with a squabble of twenty somethings who can't make a choice between right or left, you can be assured you won't be bothered on bar. For me it was one of those magical days where I could calmly manage anything that came my way including the customer mantra of "and could you...and also...don't forget the...I'll take....I need....". I wonder if I've earned my halo yet.
For every difficult customer there are plenty of customers that I adore. They walk in like rays of sunshine and you know what they're going to order and half the time I have it half finished before they even walk in. There's the grande nonfat, no whip, five pump white mocha who is the friendliest woman I've ever met in my life, who even gave us little gifts for Christmas! There's the mail guy who comes in once a week for his venti coffee no room and a chocolate donut. There's the triple venti skinny vanilla latte with a cheese danish. A very nice man who works across the way comes in twice a day for his triple venti 140 degree latte. An older gentleman who gave us these awesome caramel apples for Christmas, he gets the triple venti nonfat extra hot latte. I remember all of their drinks not strictly because they come in so often but because I feel honored to be a part of their daily ritual. It's not about what they pay for a drink, or what they tip us, and it's not because we're greedily sucking up to them for continued patronage. It's because of the time that they're waiting for their drink to be made, as I'm making their drink I'm hearing them talk about their day, sometimes it's been a good day, sometimes a bad day and they're venting to me, and in my hands I have the opportunity to make their day better.
I really like my job. People scoff at me sometimes, they view Starbucks as this corporate machine that spits out mediocre beverages at high prices. I guess it just depends on which Starbucks you visit because where I work we actually give a damn and we make damn good drinks. The end.
So I got out of work almost an hour later than intended, went to the bank, waited for the bus, did some grocery shopping, waited for the bus, walked home, sorted groceries, inhaled pb&j sandwich, physics class, and most importantly, enjoyed a two hour nap. Now I've got to get my butt off the couch and work on homework for however long I can stay awake. I'm putting money down on 1am, I've got this bottle of wine that I'm planning on breaking into to make the experience slightly more tolerable!
I've also compiled a list of annoying things that go down at bus stops:
- Stop asking me for the time every five seconds.
- Don't ask me for change. It makes me look like an ass when I'm holding a drink that I made to take from work and yet I can't scrounge up a quarter for you.
- Stop spitting! I don't know when this ritual began where all guys just stand around and spit at bus stops. Seriously, what's your disorder.
- Creepy dudes, enough said. I'm not standing here because I want to spend quality time with you.
- People who sing at bus stops.
- Unsupervised children. As much a I may begrudge you for making me unofficially responsible for your child, I'm not going to spite you by NOT grabbing onto the hood of your four year old's coat as he's making a mad dash for a busy intersection while you're showing off your new phone to your gal pal.
- Overly talkative people in general. I'm not bus stop therapy, and no, I do not want to see pictures of your cats.
Ugh, homework time. Off I go.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I'm supposed to be reading about the history of the Constitution but...I came to an important decision about my hair instead. I'm going back to this color scheme (only longer of course):
See, this is what happens whenever I have homework to do. Ugh. Homework. Blah.
Can't wait until Monday night. Half Pint night! Going to Founders, get me some ale! Lord knows I need a night off!
See, this is what happens whenever I have homework to do. Ugh. Homework. Blah.
Can't wait until Monday night. Half Pint night! Going to Founders, get me some ale! Lord knows I need a night off!
You Know...
You wake up and you're fine, you feel fine, you have all your limbs and everything seems fairly in order. The apartment is messy but it's your mess so it's fine, and you leave everything as is. It's a weird period of time when everything is fine..until you hear a song that the two of you used to listen to in the car or catch a glimpse of a favorite show that you used to watch together. You start to live your days like you're dodging land mines, sidestepping the pile of items that you need to return to him, a song on your playlist, and tbs on Tuesday nights.
I think that I'm to the point where all of that's stopped. Everything is fine because it IS. I have been fine and I will be fine and no more dodging.
"Baby steps, Bob"
I have a great life and I've been blessed in ways I never imagined. So to think I'd spend my days sulking is unacceptable!
I think that I'm to the point where all of that's stopped. Everything is fine because it IS. I have been fine and I will be fine and no more dodging.
"Baby steps, Bob"
I have a great life and I've been blessed in ways I never imagined. So to think I'd spend my days sulking is unacceptable!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Kelsey's Cure
I would rate tonight's walk a 9 out 10. The minus 1 being the icy sidewalks but I walked on the street since there's hardly any traffic up the hill on a Saturday night. I listened to Hole which took me back...to like, 9th grade. The album "Live Through This" is undeniably awesome despite how you may feel about Courtney Love....we won't go there. So I walked around for a little over an hour pausing every once in awhile to admire a half melted snow man or merely to gaze in wonder of what a beautiful night it is. It's slightly hazy and so still that you feel like you're looking at everything through a frosted filter, everything was glowing.
Tonight I'm going to go with my comforts. A whiskey club, chips and salsa, and "On the Waterfront". Marlon Brando's monologue gets me every time, I practically have it memorized. That movie has a very special place in my heart.
"You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Charlie." *sigh*
Well, movie time it is.
Tonight I'm going to go with my comforts. A whiskey club, chips and salsa, and "On the Waterfront". Marlon Brando's monologue gets me every time, I practically have it memorized. That movie has a very special place in my heart.
"You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Charlie." *sigh*
Well, movie time it is.
Friday, January 15, 2010
"I saved latin, what did you ever do?"
Tonight my only solace was chocolate, tea, and the movie “Rushmore”. I must say it had been far too long and the events that transpired and the subsequent headache and confusion merited it. It was a good choice for sure.
I forget how young I am sometimes. I take pride in the adult responsibilities that I’ve acquired over the years and I enjoy it when I can manage my days with ease. I marvel at how much I can fit into one day and how easy it becomes to juggle work, school, homework, people, and all the mundane tasks in between. I keep going and going, and before I know it there’s a day when it seems as if the universe conspires against me, and I feel like throwing up my hands and admitting that I’m a fraud of an adult. I’m a little girl playing dress up in her mother’s clothes.
Max Fischer reminds me that the confines of “adult life” need not always apply and that sometimes the greatest skill you can acquire is to be able to pretend that you’ve got everything under control. Or rather, the audacity to do so.
Now I’m not going to go into the movie. I’d be here for too long and sleep is far more precious at the moment. All I can say about it is that it’s unforgettable, endlessly quotable, and full of charm.
Herman: What’s the secret, Max?
Max: The secret?
Herman: Yeah, you seem to have it pretty figured out.
Max: The secret, I don’t know… I guess you’ve just gotta find something you love to do and then…do it for the rest of your life. For me, it’s going to Rushmore.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6Kl9Ab20IY&feature=related
I forget how young I am sometimes. I take pride in the adult responsibilities that I’ve acquired over the years and I enjoy it when I can manage my days with ease. I marvel at how much I can fit into one day and how easy it becomes to juggle work, school, homework, people, and all the mundane tasks in between. I keep going and going, and before I know it there’s a day when it seems as if the universe conspires against me, and I feel like throwing up my hands and admitting that I’m a fraud of an adult. I’m a little girl playing dress up in her mother’s clothes.
Max Fischer reminds me that the confines of “adult life” need not always apply and that sometimes the greatest skill you can acquire is to be able to pretend that you’ve got everything under control. Or rather, the audacity to do so.
Now I’m not going to go into the movie. I’d be here for too long and sleep is far more precious at the moment. All I can say about it is that it’s unforgettable, endlessly quotable, and full of charm.
Herman: What’s the secret, Max?
Max: The secret?
Herman: Yeah, you seem to have it pretty figured out.
Max: The secret, I don’t know… I guess you’ve just gotta find something you love to do and then…do it for the rest of your life. For me, it’s going to Rushmore.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6Kl9Ab20IY&feature=related
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