I am considering pest control sales...if it's available in southern California. I would like to see my friends and spend some time in the sun. If that isn't possible then I could always just stay here and work for a footlocker part time. That would not be nearly as much money, but it could potentially be much more fun. I need a job either way you slice it. I believe if I stayed I could find 2 jobs. One on campus and one at the foot locker but it could be difficult. I would also have to juggle schedules with school because if I stay I'll be in classes. Maybe I'll just do that because I would like to do a lot of reading and outdoor recreation. Plus I would be able to get some stuff done for my research which is super important. As it stands right now I plan on taking 6 credits in the spring taking psych, religion, and music.
Today was a typical Tuesday, 6 hours of lecture, I wrote a 5-6 page paper, and had music the rest of the night. I am now just not getting to bed so I'll keep this post much shorter than the rest you may or may not have read...leave a comment and tell me what you think: Shorter posts, longer posts, whatever I want to do posts...
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
07 April 2010
02 April 2010
I made a new blog...and no you can't see it. As if you actually had any desire. Pshh.
So it will be the temple to my posts that are more "dear diary" than I would like you to see. Hopefully you are not offended at my secrecy because if so, there's nothing I can do about it because I don't know that you are offended. Anyway...
I find that I am a fan of ellipses...they just kind of make my day...but I also find that I am putting them into my
APA format papers...not a good idea. Okay, okay, I'll stop now.
It's 0240 on a Friday morning. That doesn't bode well for me because I have class at 0730 - in Salt Lake City. Meaning that if I am to get ready and go in the morning, I must be up and out of the house by 0600. It may be snowing right now, so I may be in trouble when I am driving. My car isn't the greatest, that and I don't have any gas in it right now.
I'm getting broker by the minute because I don't have a job and I haven't had one for almost 5 months. I'm thinking of applying to a bunch of different places, but I don't even have a functioning rèsumè. I haven't needed one for ages and even when I needed one I didn't really need one. I have never gotten a job that required me to submit a resume and I don't think that I have held any good jobs for long periods of time so it seems pointless to have one. I suppose my education and volunteer experience (as well as my love for jiu-jitsu) could be selling points.
I am thinking about my writing style right now. It seems a bit, shall I say, detached. I have short paragraphs, long paragraphs, ones that are not in the least bit cohesive. I have written about a dozen topics in the 3 paragraphs in this one post. I just don't think that writing is in the stars for me. I am trying to get better though. I am in my advanced writing class this semester and it is helping me a little. Unfortunately I don't have Sabrina Hewett's help. She was a writing fellow before her mission and she was absolutely phenomenal at pointing out mistakes, giving suggestions, and proofreading. But her main skill is empowering! She took all the things I did wrong and made me able to change them for the much better without really giving me a handicap. I can't even explain it. I wish that I could fathom what went on in her head. Plus she didn't even have to do that for me. I didn't take my paper to the fellows, she just offered to help me when I told her I had a paper to write. She's amazing.
Okay, so a perfect example has just been shown you of how bad I am at writing. But I think that with a little work, a lot of luck, and a team of proofreaders I can improve. But since this is just essentially a journal and I don't expect you to read it, it isn't as though I have to try to impress you with my abilities. It's obvious by the lack of comments that people don't feel the need to read this blog, so I will just not worry about it.
My day had a nice twist in it. At 1700ish Emily Romesser called me up and asked for help to surprise her roommate/best friend/MoH, Emily Davis. She wanted to do something nice for her on April fool's day because in previous years she and others have pranked her so bad that it has come up years later. Well, as soon as ED got home from school she was blindfolded, kidnapped, and whisked away to ER's boyfriend, Tyler Brown's truck. I was in the back seat, quiet as a mouse, we were on our way to the Olive Garden but on the way ED felt bad because she said that she would call me. Well, still blind folded, she called me and I decided to answer into her ear from the back seat. (I think to myself...I am kind of a creeper.) It all went well and we had a nice double dinner date.
The end.
So it will be the temple to my posts that are more "dear diary" than I would like you to see. Hopefully you are not offended at my secrecy because if so, there's nothing I can do about it because I don't know that you are offended. Anyway...
I find that I am a fan of ellipses...they just kind of make my day...but I also find that I am putting them into my
APA format papers...not a good idea. Okay, okay, I'll stop now.
It's 0240 on a Friday morning. That doesn't bode well for me because I have class at 0730 - in Salt Lake City. Meaning that if I am to get ready and go in the morning, I must be up and out of the house by 0600. It may be snowing right now, so I may be in trouble when I am driving. My car isn't the greatest, that and I don't have any gas in it right now.
I'm getting broker by the minute because I don't have a job and I haven't had one for almost 5 months. I'm thinking of applying to a bunch of different places, but I don't even have a functioning rèsumè. I haven't needed one for ages and even when I needed one I didn't really need one. I have never gotten a job that required me to submit a resume and I don't think that I have held any good jobs for long periods of time so it seems pointless to have one. I suppose my education and volunteer experience (as well as my love for jiu-jitsu) could be selling points.
I am thinking about my writing style right now. It seems a bit, shall I say, detached. I have short paragraphs, long paragraphs, ones that are not in the least bit cohesive. I have written about a dozen topics in the 3 paragraphs in this one post. I just don't think that writing is in the stars for me. I am trying to get better though. I am in my advanced writing class this semester and it is helping me a little. Unfortunately I don't have Sabrina Hewett's help. She was a writing fellow before her mission and she was absolutely phenomenal at pointing out mistakes, giving suggestions, and proofreading. But her main skill is empowering! She took all the things I did wrong and made me able to change them for the much better without really giving me a handicap. I can't even explain it. I wish that I could fathom what went on in her head. Plus she didn't even have to do that for me. I didn't take my paper to the fellows, she just offered to help me when I told her I had a paper to write. She's amazing.
Okay, so a perfect example has just been shown you of how bad I am at writing. But I think that with a little work, a lot of luck, and a team of proofreaders I can improve. But since this is just essentially a journal and I don't expect you to read it, it isn't as though I have to try to impress you with my abilities. It's obvious by the lack of comments that people don't feel the need to read this blog, so I will just not worry about it.
My day had a nice twist in it. At 1700ish Emily Romesser called me up and asked for help to surprise her roommate/best friend/MoH, Emily Davis. She wanted to do something nice for her on April fool's day because in previous years she and others have pranked her so bad that it has come up years later. Well, as soon as ED got home from school she was blindfolded, kidnapped, and whisked away to ER's boyfriend, Tyler Brown's truck. I was in the back seat, quiet as a mouse, we were on our way to the Olive Garden but on the way ED felt bad because she said that she would call me. Well, still blind folded, she called me and I decided to answer into her ear from the back seat. (I think to myself...I am kind of a creeper.) It all went well and we had a nice double dinner date.
The end.
20 August 2008
Another late ni...allnighter
0344 hours is a heck of a time to start typing up something that may continue on for a while.
Since Friday the 15th (last week) I've worked every day. Friday I worked 16 hours and Monday I worked 16 hours. I'm thinking about doing it again tonight. But then, I probably won't. There are so much better things to do all night than work - such as sleep. I'm working all these shifts partially because I have to take shifts if I want people to take my shifts during my trip and partially because I want the money that will be coming my way.
I'm excited for the trip: Orange County from Friday afternoon until Monday noon. San Diego from Monday until Thursday. Wasatch-Cache Nat'l Forest from Thursday until Saturday.
The reason that all of this is going to be possible is because Grant Harward from my German 101 class last spring is going down to OC to visit family and wanted someone to split the gas money with. Michael McPhie just happens to be coming up a week later and has his gas paid for by the company that employs him. Having friends in SoCal doesn't hurt a thing either.
Not only am I going down there, but Brittany Brown and Sarah Schow are going to go with me. Brittany's never seen the ocean nor been to California. It'll be my second time in Cali and my 4th time at the beach.
Joseph Scoville and Danny Ng are going to be home alone for that time because Seth Winsor is in North Carolina with his family.
I just interupted my post for laundry. I figured that it would be an okay time to do it since I'd probably be up for a while anyway and I may as well get something done in the mean time. As I always do when I go downstairs, I sifted through the many second hand items in the DI Barrell. Every time that happens, I invariably find a book that at some point could turn out to be interesting. Well, tonight I found one that is not only mildly attractive but that is very important to me. I chucked the copy of So Many Books, So Little Time on top of a couple DVDs that I spotted and sent my wash through.
I spent the next few minutes looking at old clothes that people were throwing away and afterwards thought that it would be dumb to go all the way back upstairs when I could just stay another 20 minutes here reading so I picked up what I thought would be a little boring and began a journey. Granted, I'm only on chapter 4 of my journey but it's a journey none-the-less.
I'm not going to try to tell you about what the book is, but if you find yourself involved in books quite often and aren't really sure about which type you like the best, you should pick this one up. I do believe that I'll start reading more non-fiction now.
Life, again. It's now 0529 and I'm not really interested in bed except that I know in 8 hours I have to be to work again. Needless to say, I've decided not to work another double.
Random:
I tend to eat just about all of anything that I have. And in odd ways sometimes. I am looking back on what I've consumed in the last 24 hours and it's pitiful. I got home from a double at work and cooked an entire can of generic SPAM or as Seth enjoys, Luncheon Loaf. I just sliced it and fried it, and my intention was to give some to Angelica Mamani and Janette Toolson because Angelica wasn't disgusted with it and Janette has never had the pleasure.
They turned out not to be home so I wandered around the Campus Plaza apartment complex in a half-dazed way, in my PJs, holding a plate of cooked SPAM and munching away. I nearly devoured the whole can right then but because of the slight nauseousness that I get when I have too much grease I desisted with 5 slices left. I wanted to balance out the spaminimity so I had some frozen vegetables and conked out on the living room floor for the next 5 or 6 hours. ThEn, I proceded to polish off the can.
Because I was already late for work, I'm nearly sure that I didn't eat anything else except a chocolate chip cookie and approximately 2 cups of Rocky Road ice cream. At work I had another cookie that was probably burnt and a mug full of strawberry/kiwi and cranberry juice. Needless to say I was hungry when I got home and I mixed some tuna and ranch dressing together with corn niblets. Those I plopped on deli sliced turkey to make miniscule and odd burritos, maybe. Now only 5 hours later, I'm eating a spoonful of peanut butter dipped in orange marmalade...I feel that I've sunken to a new low...which is very low...for me.
Since Friday the 15th (last week) I've worked every day. Friday I worked 16 hours and Monday I worked 16 hours. I'm thinking about doing it again tonight. But then, I probably won't. There are so much better things to do all night than work - such as sleep. I'm working all these shifts partially because I have to take shifts if I want people to take my shifts during my trip and partially because I want the money that will be coming my way.
I'm excited for the trip: Orange County from Friday afternoon until Monday noon. San Diego from Monday until Thursday. Wasatch-Cache Nat'l Forest from Thursday until Saturday.
The reason that all of this is going to be possible is because Grant Harward from my German 101 class last spring is going down to OC to visit family and wanted someone to split the gas money with. Michael McPhie just happens to be coming up a week later and has his gas paid for by the company that employs him. Having friends in SoCal doesn't hurt a thing either.
Not only am I going down there, but Brittany Brown and Sarah Schow are going to go with me. Brittany's never seen the ocean nor been to California. It'll be my second time in Cali and my 4th time at the beach.
Joseph Scoville and Danny Ng are going to be home alone for that time because Seth Winsor is in North Carolina with his family.
I just interupted my post for laundry. I figured that it would be an okay time to do it since I'd probably be up for a while anyway and I may as well get something done in the mean time. As I always do when I go downstairs, I sifted through the many second hand items in the DI Barrell. Every time that happens, I invariably find a book that at some point could turn out to be interesting. Well, tonight I found one that is not only mildly attractive but that is very important to me. I chucked the copy of So Many Books, So Little Time on top of a couple DVDs that I spotted and sent my wash through.
I spent the next few minutes looking at old clothes that people were throwing away and afterwards thought that it would be dumb to go all the way back upstairs when I could just stay another 20 minutes here reading so I picked up what I thought would be a little boring and began a journey. Granted, I'm only on chapter 4 of my journey but it's a journey none-the-less.
I'm not going to try to tell you about what the book is, but if you find yourself involved in books quite often and aren't really sure about which type you like the best, you should pick this one up. I do believe that I'll start reading more non-fiction now.
Life, again. It's now 0529 and I'm not really interested in bed except that I know in 8 hours I have to be to work again. Needless to say, I've decided not to work another double.
Random:
I tend to eat just about all of anything that I have. And in odd ways sometimes. I am looking back on what I've consumed in the last 24 hours and it's pitiful. I got home from a double at work and cooked an entire can of generic SPAM or as Seth enjoys, Luncheon Loaf. I just sliced it and fried it, and my intention was to give some to Angelica Mamani and Janette Toolson because Angelica wasn't disgusted with it and Janette has never had the pleasure.
They turned out not to be home so I wandered around the Campus Plaza apartment complex in a half-dazed way, in my PJs, holding a plate of cooked SPAM and munching away. I nearly devoured the whole can right then but because of the slight nauseousness that I get when I have too much grease I desisted with 5 slices left. I wanted to balance out the spaminimity so I had some frozen vegetables and conked out on the living room floor for the next 5 or 6 hours. ThEn, I proceded to polish off the can.
Because I was already late for work, I'm nearly sure that I didn't eat anything else except a chocolate chip cookie and approximately 2 cups of Rocky Road ice cream. At work I had another cookie that was probably burnt and a mug full of strawberry/kiwi and cranberry juice. Needless to say I was hungry when I got home and I mixed some tuna and ranch dressing together with corn niblets. Those I plopped on deli sliced turkey to make miniscule and odd burritos, maybe. Now only 5 hours later, I'm eating a spoonful of peanut butter dipped in orange marmalade...I feel that I've sunken to a new low...which is very low...for me.
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