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[Mar. 30th, 2005|10:40 am] |
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| | kind of like spitting | ] |
i have a new journal.
i need to shed this one, and the other random two that i have.
they have begun to irritate me, and i must scrape them off and shove them aside. let them sit and gather dust like old books on shelves, until nostalgia makes them worth reading again.
i'll let you know. at some point. when im ready.
for now, though, i just need to be alone. |
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[Mar. 25th, 2005|05:26 pm] |
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| |  grumpy | ] |
i am cold. and tired. i am also a little frustrated that my break wasnt much of a break.
i am also upset about the fact that i have been waiting to get a paycheck for four weeks, and theyre still fucking shit up in payroll and i still havent gotten it yet. i also noticed on this week's paycheck that i was being paid $2 less an hour than i should. are they trying to starve me?? so on the next payday two weeks from now i should get the check that i was supposed to have gotten two weeks ago, plus the difference in pay between 7 and 9 dollars an hour on the one i just got. goddamnit. what if i was relying on these checks to pay my rent?? everything and everyone seems to be working against me lately. i cant wait until the end of the year.
i love everything about this year except for the layer of misery caused by the incompetance of people at pratt that underlies everything. it also makes dread the 'real world' after graduation, because i know that although pratt is frustrating and disorganized, its only an teeny smidgeon compared to everything i will have to face after it. very sad, but true.
there are definately times that i wish i lived in a bubble. |
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[Mar. 16th, 2005|10:20 pm] |
so there is this kid from my existentialism class (my "writing buddy", if you will), whom i exchanged rough drafts of the midterm paper with on monday. we decided to meet today, around 8pm after his class let out, but we hadnt designated where. we had just exchanged numbers.
he left a message on my phone while i was at work today around 2 along the lines of "hey, um, yeah...so, i was thinking that we could just..sit in my truck and, you know, talk about the papers there and do what we have to do"
so i called him back around 7:45 and left a message in which i said "um, hey, ______. its, molly. uh, well, meeting in your truck in a dark parking lot seems kind of really sketchy to me, so umm...yeeahhh... how about we meet in the crappy pizza place on campus. it is open until 11, after all. i'll see you around 8. i dont get signal in there so dont bother to call."
it was fun. he didnt seem to be too offended, but i bet he was. he gave me a funny look before he left. ..i laughed only after i was sure he was gone.
his own fault for making it seem like he wanted to molest me.
anywho, thats my exciting story of the day, besides the fact that my first clash with adobe illustrator since last year (i had to make an "identity" i.e. letterhead, business card, envelope, invoice, etc.. for my freelance class) turned out to be a pretty good success. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2005|12:26 pm] |
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| |  tired | ] |
i should have gotten paid friday, but there was some glitch in the system and...they didnt have a check for me. stupid pratt. im so used to shit like this by now i really have no reaction but a dissapointed lowering of the head and slumping shoulders. i give a quiet 'thank you' and remove myself from the office.
i hate having biweekly paydays. i had better have two checks next time. im not sure when that will be, since next payday is a holiday (the 25th, MLK jr day) and the day before that is during our break. i dont know if the office will be open. |
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| absolutely dreading writing a 4 page existentialism paper |
[Mar. 11th, 2005|02:02 pm] |
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| |  rested | ] |
this week has been incredibly tiring for me. work has been almost non-stop to make up for time "lost" during my parents visit. i enjoyed their visit immensely, but i have fallen behind because of it; more than i thought i would. my midterms are next week and the week after vacation. almost all of my academic midterms are this week..so stressful! this weekend i have to do some hardcore studying and paper-writing. luckily, i get to relax a bit (but not really) the week after.
i have no classes from march 18-27. i dont have any travel plans as of yet, but my friends are the poster children for complete randomness so you never know. maybe i'll see if people will visit me.
im definately going to work on my art, and also on campus..need to keep the money coming in. need to eat. maybe i'll help rob roy with some contracting jobs again and earn some under-the-table cash.
..have some major crits after break. im going to use my time well to catch up.
after a week of mostly all-nighters...sleeping in this morning was sweet.
now...i have a craving for cookies. must have! |
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[Mar. 8th, 2005|06:18 pm] |
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| | jets to brazil | ] |
so those of you who have not yet friended my photojournal ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) anxiousglasseye and want to see pictures of my tats, i suggest you do now =)
the layout is crappy, and i need to learn better how to resize photos
in photoshop, but you will most likely be seeing them on your friends
page, so its no big deal, right? right.
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[Mar. 5th, 2005|05:15 pm] |
oh, i am so tired, but i have had a wonderful weekend with my parents. i kind of wish they could have stayed longer. i didnt realize how much i had missed them.
they came up this weekend for my birthday and i had a fun time showing them around the city going to places that they knew that they wanted to see, and other places that i took them to that i knew they would like.
they treated me to dinner at the rockefeller cafe in rockefeller center, and it was so delicious. we all ordered a beer with our meal, and we got to watch the people skating on the ice. our waitress was very nice and, since it was my birthday, i got a free dessert. at one point, while watching the skaters, we saw a woman get proposed to. it was sweet, and at the same time made-for-tv-movie corny, but it made me smile for the woman. she seemed so happy.
21 is the beginning of the end. the end of wishing i was older..or so my dad says. from now on, he said, there will be no wishing i was older. i'll soon be wishing i was younger, and wanting to be back there; changing past events, and making better choices.
i dont know. im kind of looking forward to thirty.
other things that made friday great: alex made me breakfast in bed, and mr matty mizerek called me to wish me a happy birthday. i miss him! he says he is coming back in the fall, and i am glad.
today was great too - i showed my mom new york central's enormous paper selection and she almost died. she could have spent forever in there - we ate at a pizza place by union square that i had never been in, but it was fantastic - we went to the farmers market and they bought me apples and moon pies (so wonderful!).
when we were leaving the city, there was a guy in the subway by the sw corner exit of union square painted all white, standing on a box. every once in a while he would make robot noises and move in synch with them. mom loved it. she bugged my dad for a dollar until he gave in. when she put it in the box, the guy made a bunch of happy beeps and movements and tried to give her a GIJoe but my mom, either scared or embarrassed, ran away - the guy made the funniest faces at her that had me and my dad cracking up by the time she got to us. it was great. i told her i'd get her a GIJoe if the guy was there next time i went to the city.
the only down part about today were the goddamn trains. they were all so fucked up that we spent about half of our day on them to just get to two places in the city, and then back home. it kind of pissed me off. alot. and on top of that, i went the wrong direction on the 6 train because i was still laughing so hard at my mom and the faces that guy had made, i forgot to check whether or not i was going down the right side. so we backtracked, but the six train wasnt even running its full route; it was just shuttling.
anyway. i was ready to kill just about everything at that point but i didnt. we all had a beer when we got back, and some pretzels. i ate my moon pie. everything turned out ok. it was a fun weekend for all of us.
i now have craploads of work but its alright. its been a while since i pulled a real all-nighter anyways. |
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