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vandalin
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Interests: books, music, and other useless trivia Expertise: surprising people Occupation: Student Industry: Procrastination
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3/4/2003
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| i've moved! in case you've been wondering where i've been for the last two months, you can find me here: http://nerdextraordinaire.wordpress.com/ | | |
| yuk, my head hurts. i'm not sure if it's generalized about-to-leave-the-country stress that's causing it or the yellow fever vaccine that i had to get today. anyway, i'm back in a-town and have been since friday. i'm working welcome week and trying to get my pre-departure project as close to "done" as i can so i don't have to do it all sunday night. the welcome week group i lead is a lot of fun- you might even call them self-entertaining, which rocks because that means i don't have to work as hard.
apparently there are all sorts of places you can go in argentina to see penguins, which are totally my favorite animals. after poodles, i mean. maybe. whatever- i'm so there. who could resist these little guys?

that's right, i know you're jealous.
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| killing three hours in the spanish lab is harder than i expected, even with a ton of work to do. lame. if i wasn't so wired i'd take a nap, but thanks to my dad's triple-strength coffee this morning that's not going to happen. i don't know how he did it, but there was some serious extra caffeine in there. must be an old study trick or something. it got me through class and my test this morning, though, so i can't complain.
the sad thing is, i really needed that coffee because i was closing at the store until midnight last night. i should have been playing volleyball with people from church or doing lab hours so as to avoid this marathon session i'm in the middle of right now, or possibly even studying for today's exam (hey, it's only 10% of my grade...) but instead, my manager decided that having the store ridiculously clean for closing was worthier of my time and attention from about 10:00 pm until midnight. (yes, actually we do close at 9:00, but we had two customers that just wouldn't leave. please, friends, don't let this be you- salesgirls like to go home at the end of the day just like everyone else.) it was a call-in shift, too, so i wasn't expecting them to need me. i will find out who called in sick yesterday and hunt them down. and when i find them, i will draw all over their face with a permanent marker. so there. but hey, at least it's money for south america.
a note to people who read/comment on this blog: if i ever delete one of your comments, don't take it personally. you probably just wrote some piece of information (the name/ location of the store i work at or someone's first and last name, for example) that i don't feel right about posting on the public internet. i see too many random, unidentified google hits in my footprint log for me to have stuff like that on my site. thanks for understanding! | | |
| shopping, packing, lab hours, finals, hassles- i wish it wasn't the end of the summer. actually, i just wish the end of summer didn't mean getting down to the wire. but it does, and i leave for a-town on friday. packing my whole life for the next four months into two suitcases would be a lot easier if i didn't have to get it done a week earlier than everyone else. is it too late to drop out of welcome week?
my last day of work is wednesday. yes! finally. i can't wait to leave that sales floor behind me.
new cd! i had high hopes for this one but alas, only the first 4 tracks delivered. oh well. | | |
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State department spokesman quote of the day:
“I know from the outside sometimes diplomacy looks a bit like a mosh pit…”
I can’t believe how busy I’ve been over the last week with work and school. It figures that things are picking up just when they need to be winding down. Somehow I need to get fully supplied and packed for both welcome week and south America while finishing out my last week at work and getting ready for my summer school final.
Does anyone know if we get service hours for welcome week?
facebook friends are the new baseball cards. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve gotten a friend request, looked at the requester’s profile, and thought to myself, “do I really want to be friend # 386?” lame. | | |
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