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| 12:01pm 12/03/2008 |
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That I haven't updated in forever again. I don't really have much to say. Seems like everything has gotten to a point where it's just repitition. I'm living the same week over and over, and the weather is the only thing that changes. x) That's life right now. |
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| 02:08pm 11/01/2008 |
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Bakin' Bagels wants to hire me. However, I'm a little reluctant now that I know the hours.
If I can pull off the job without working Sundays, (No, I haven't suddenly begun attending church, I just like being a party animal on saturday nights, and that makes it a little difficult to get up at 6 am.) then I'll do it. I'd be working saturdays 6am-11am. No problem.. I'd be fine with that. On weekdays I'd only work an hour. That makes saving up a substantial amount of money difficult, unless they plan on paying me 15$ an hour. LOL Unlikely!
I'm going in for orientation tomorrow. If I can't get something worked out with the manager, then I'm going to have to turn the position down. In that case, HELLO RETAIL. Ew. |
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| 06:22pm 09/01/2008 |
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I guess my mom might be a sociopath. Long story short, it's not just me. She apparently called my boyfriend's house when he wasn't there and screamed at his mother about him calling the house over and over again. I checked the calls log and he only called twice, an hour apart. She also failed to tell me that he called at all, and then denied yelling at his mother at all. This is only one notch on a long series of things. I don't doubt for a minute that she yelled at his mother, or did the things they're saying she did because she does that sort of shit to me all the time. This just reassures me that *I'm* not a psycho.
Yes, I realize that the stuff I just posted does not make someone a sociopath.. I have my reasons for why I think she is, but I'd rather not get into all of that.
In short, I have to get out of this house... this has given me the final shove to go out job hunting. So I guess that's a good thing. James and I are planning on getting a place of our own as soon as we have the means to do so.
I have two letters of Recommendation for colleges now, and I must say that the letter my Art2 teacher has written for me is better than I could have possibly imagined. I'm aiming for either Fairleigh Dickinson or William Patterson U. I'm hoping a 3.27 GPA will be good enough to get in, after I take my SATs of course. That's what I'm worried about. The math, namely. I think I've pretty much got the english and writing in the bag. Let's hope these words don't come back to haunt me!
The thing is, I'm usually pretty good in math. I tend to make better grades in it than the average person. But I HATE it, and when I'm not in a math class I stop using it almost entirely, save for addition and subtraction.
Anyway, my math now is rusty. I didn't need any math credits this year so I'm not taking it. I didn't need ANYTHING but Foreign language credits. So I just haven't been using it, and now my math is atrocious. I got a 33% on the SAT practice math test. LOL
P/-/43|- my mad math ski11z, Fairleigh.
I better stop typing now, this entry is a runaway train.
I hope Bakin' Bagels calls me back!
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| It's been so long... |
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| 06:46pm 13/12/2007 |
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mood:  contemplative
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Since I posted in this thing. I don't know what I've failed to post updates on, but it seems like I've missed so much that it would be a chore to try and cover it. So I won't. I'll just say that I'm ok, and I am oficially 20 years old. I'll also mention that I'm not sure why I bother with this thing, since I get a feeling that no one is reading it/awaiting updates anyway. xD But I am. |
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| I love this picture of him... |
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| 05:10pm 10/10/2007 |
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mood:  busy
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James looks hawt on my porch. :D:D
Uh, sorry I haven't been on much. Between school and weekends away, I just haven't had the motivation for livejournal. I'm also working on memorizing a piece for Drama. I have a performance on the 20th at the Hackensack cultural arts center. |
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| 09:18pm 12/09/2007 |
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and entered myself in a "random" internet battle. The site picked for me. And pitted me against a chick in a bikini. I know I'm gonna lose.
Ha ha. I thought this was a best *dressed* battle?
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| 04:30pm 07/09/2007 |
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Everyone seems really nice so far. People have been really polite and/or friendly. I do have a beef with the cheerleaders though. I walked by a group of them by the lockers this morning and they just started laughing really loudly. "WHO IS SHE TEEHEE?!!!". I don't know what their problem was. I think it may have just been a random bout of idiocy, since no one else seemed to find my presence amusing in any way. Apparently some other kids thought I was from Puerto Rico. Why in god's name would they think that? I have no clue. But it went something like this
Girls: You moved here from Puerto Rico last week, right?
Me: No... I moved here from Queens 4 months ago.
Girls:.... oh.
Me: ..*????*
:/ Wtf. Ha ha, do I have an accent or something? Do I look foreign? Is there such a thing as *looking* foreign?
My Drama Music class seems cool. I like Art 2. Spanish 2 is a pain in the ass, the teacher is a real battle axe. We get a failing grade if our notebooks aren't ordered appropriately. I can see giving us like... a 75% for improper order. But a 0%? Is she trying to make our lives difficult (yes.)? |
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| 05:48pm 05/09/2007 |
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mood:  annoyed
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Yes they are. cradle robbers. So I had my first day of school today, and I brought pictures of James with me to keep from getting too down about it. I think that this has officially become my "Jamesjournal" now, but oh well. My first time in a public highschool so I was anxious. I brought pictures and the necklace he gave me (and a ticket stub from our first date) to ease my anxiety. I happened to run in to Ms. Gardener, a teacher I knew. She tutored me in Spanish over the summer. So you know, she asks me how I am, where I've been, what I did this weekend. James comes up, since I was with him this weekend. She asks about him. What does he look like? I show her his picture, and she squeals. Before I know it I am surrounded by women in their 40's and 50's oohing and ahhing over him. "Oh he's so cute!" "He has beautiful eyes" "Such a hottie" "How old is he?" "where does he live?". None of these ladies even bother to introduce themselves. They just swarm the photos. Now I know to keep the 40 and older crowd away from James. Haha. xD
Anyway, back on the subject of school. It was loud. Very loud. Painful. I took two Tylenol in the hopes that it will kill this super duper pounding headache, but with no luck. Why must people be so freekin' loud, anyway? If your friends are standing right there then WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO YELL NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR YOUR GODDAMNED CONVERSATION I DONT CARE WHERE YOU BOUGHT YOUR SHOES OR WHAT YOUR PARENTS SUMMER HOUSE LOOKS LIKE STOP YELLING.
My god. Lol. I think I'll have to make a habit of brining the pain killers with me. |
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| 09:33pm 03/09/2007 |
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mood:  bouncy
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He loves me back. He said it. He actually said it first, and I'm just so happy. :D *long sigh* I don't know. I hope I marry this guy, I really do. |
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| 01:16am 02/09/2007 |
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mood:  ecstatic
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I'm in love.
/end simplest post ever. |
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| 07:49am 15/08/2007 |
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mood:  cheerful
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6 hour phone calls=? Must be good.
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| 07:18pm 14/08/2007 |
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Bored.
There is nothing to do today. :D
Ugh boring day. |
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