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Oh sweet Lord in Heaven above.
My SAT scores. My (insert For-Whom-the-Bell-Tolls-style obscenities here) real live SAT scores. Well. Let's just say they weren't as great as I would like. I mean, they're not fantastic.
BUT... They are better than my PSAT scores. (By an adjusted 20 points. >.< wink My essay must not have sucked as totally and completely as I thought it did. I kicked some standardized test a** in the reading and writing sections- not doing as well as I had hoped for, but still okay, and well above the national average. My math, well, left much to be desired, but again it was still about average. Which makes me feel good.
All in all: I am okay with my scores, but I am glad I have the opportunity to retake them in the fall. xd
 HeroinEyes · Sun Apr 01, 2007 @ 02:11am · 0 Comments |
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We've Been Infested With Vermin! Er, I Mean, Children |
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Good Lord. Nine hour shift? I really MUST be a masochist. Hey, at least it's hours. But we were rather busy today- we had an Easter activity for little kids, so it brought plenty of people in for ice cream. God, I hate doing ice cream. I hate the people who stare at the case for like 10 minutes and then look up and ask, "Is there any chocolate?"
Yes. Yes, I keep all the ice cream that isn't out in my private freezer under the counter, the one I only bring out for special customers. stressed
Another thing I hate is when people make lame jokes. This is usually old people. Because then, I have to pretend to think it's just hilarious. And hey, after a while, forcing those little laughs out of you starts to HURT. I mean, really. All those stupid, drooly, slow, hunch-backed old people. There's one semi-regular that comes in pretty often that I adore, though. He's this truly funny old man who has the most amazing Scottish accent. Tee hee. I guess I've just got a thing for guys with sexy accents. Sigh...
HeroinEyes · Sun Apr 01, 2007 @ 12:30am · 0 Comments |
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Um, Yeah. I Don't THINK I'm Obsessed... |
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Wow. Reading back over that last entry, I just sounds so.... well, like people I hate. I despise people who complain all the time. Probably because our customers do it so much. Acutally, complaining doesn't bother me necessarily- just complaining when you have the power to change it. Me, my job bothers me, but I can't quit if I want to go to college. But these people that come through my line... gack. I mean, really. WHY complain if you're just going to shop here anyways? Trust me, I honestly don't care if you never ever come back. In fact, little else would make me happier.
Anyways.
I thank whatever higher powers there may be that there was a The Office marathon on last night. True, they were old episodes, but nothing pulls me out of a bad mood like seeing some pranks on Dwight/Some cutesy Jam fluff. Especially if it's before Karen enters the scene. And next weeks the new episode!! Squee!! Of course, since the producers want to stretch the series out, Jim probably will not break up with Karen, and Pam will probably not confess her feelings to him, but that's okay. I just hope that Jim gets to hit Roy. Really, really, hard. Because that would just be fantastic.
HeroinEyes · Fri Mar 30, 2007 @ 03:22pm · 0 Comments |
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A Crying Jag is Good For the Soul- As is Trolling on Gaia |
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Yay, let's make a list! Because inside my head sounds so emo to me right now, so I'm trying to cheer up a little. Reasons why the last 24 hours sucked:
~I drove home last night- My mom could not be more of a nag
~LOST was just a dumb filler episode
~The prof isn't terribly thrilled about my Demon idea- but I'm going to do it anyways!
~I spilled coffee and dirty dishwater on my only nice pair of pants at work cause we had to come straight from class. (And the college doesn't allow jeans.)
~I had to work in the deli, and I was constantly making subs. For stupid people. When I needed to be cleaning. *twitch*
~My entire family sucks. Nuff said.
And the kicker:
~The only one who cares at all about this is me.
HeroinEyes · Fri Mar 30, 2007 @ 12:35am · 0 Comments |
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You know, I'm not really much of a feminist. I prefer it when guys hold open doors for me, or when I can get a guy to do something if I smile sweetly. (Doesn't happen too often, but Jeremy in the produce department is really too easy.) So worrying about my "rights" and equal treatment isn't a big concern for me, as I've never had to deal with it firsthand. But this!! stressed Argh.
My dad works at a small HVAC company, has since before my parents were married. Eventually, he worked his was up to Sales Manager. This week, he got my brother a job for about 20 hours during the week. His job is to sweep and clean the shop, and put parts together in groups for the servie guys to just grab and take out. For this simple work, very similar to what he does at the farm market, he will be making $2.50 an hour more than me, a cashier who's been with the farm market for years. And that's just his starting wage! Argh! Plus, he's keeping the farm market for the weekends, when JK doesn't need him. I just can't believe it. I hate my job.
HeroinEyes · Wed Mar 28, 2007 @ 05:55pm · 0 Comments |
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'I...Am...Dante...' Uh, No, You Aren't |
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Riddle of the day: What's the only- ONLY- thing worse than sitting through one of Dr. Ide's presentations on the first Canto of Dante's Inferno?
Sitting through two. Oh, lord. It was long. He gave the same presentation, only two different ways, like an example. Because today, we were all assigned a canto alphabetically that WE have to give a presentation on. The ironic thing? Sweet little me got what is called the "gargoyle canto", because it is the most gruesome and horrible canto in Hell. I mean, really. Actually, I think it's pretty cool. I'm even *kinda* looking forward to my presentation. I've already read the Comedia, so it'll be fine. My theory is that most people will pretend to be either Dante, Virgil, or one of the damned souls- so I'm going to be one of the monsters that torments the damned. I really really wanted Canto XIII, the Wood of the Suicides, mostly because it has the harpies, and I think I could make a fantasmic harpie. But I get to be a gargoyle instead!! I got Canto XXI. Which rocks. I've always loved gargoyles- I wish I owned two to use as bookends. So I'm going to grab some dark, black clothes at hot topic, use some kohl and scarlet lipstick, and just shock the hell out of the prof. I know that the Cantos were assined according to last name, but this is just too ironic. I'm so quiet in class, and I get the ickiest canto. Well, we'll see what he thinks of my dark side. Muahaha....
HeroinEyes · Tue Mar 27, 2007 @ 06:08pm · 0 Comments |
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Shuffle, Shuffle, SHUffle |
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Oh, lord, the old people. And it wasn't even Senior Day!! Let it be known that the place where I work is just the coolest old person hangout in the county- no joke. Which actually sucks, in a word. Because not only does it mean that there are barely any customers under the age of 60, but I get the crankiest, stingiest, SLOWEST people coming through my line EVER. Today, I had one old man that must have been at least 80 shuffle through the WHOLE store, one half step at a time. Loudly. *twitch*. Eh, but work wasn't so bad. You get used to the drearyness after a while. And at least I'm getting paid. Unlike school.
But you know what I hate? When people throw their stuff and their money at me, and expct me to collect it from all over the counter. Ugh. It just ticks me off. Just because I earn decent money does NOT mean that I should be treated with disrespect. Gack, some people.
HeroinEyes · Tue Mar 27, 2007 @ 01:28am · 0 Comments |
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Ha ha... what a great book.
On friday night, my sister had to go to the degrading, humiliating, and all-around sexist student auction at church. While I waited, I was at Barnes and Noble. (I also treated myself to tea and a slice of cheesecake, but had you been at my work that day you would understand just how much I needed the small indulgence.) Anyways, while I was there, I started and didn't finish this book of short stories, 21 Proms. Now, I'm not really a "prom" kind of girl- but this is fantastic. And I love short stories. Then, at the back, they had each of the authors write a little paragraph about themselves- namely, their own prom experiencess. John Green wrote this:
John asked Amanda Key, the love of his high school life, to his Senior Banquet. Amanda, under the MISTAKEN impression that they were going as "just friends", broke his heart by making out with Stuart Nelson. Damn you, Stuart Nelson. Damn you to hell.
HeroinEyes · Sun Mar 25, 2007 @ 10:00pm · 0 Comments |
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Drive in my Forehead with an ice cream Scoop |
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Wow. I mean, I always felt sorry for the people in The Office, but Fred really comes close to Michael Scott himself. Garrr. Yesterday, he wanted a bunch of fliers in a bag. No specified number. I got three hundred of the stupid things all together, when he says "Oh, I only need 157". So I count out pre-cise-ly 157. And then the horrid man comes back and says that he didn't have enough- he wants more. So he messes up my other neatly counted piles and grabs what he wants.
I swear, it's only a metter of time until I hang myself from the ceiling fan with a F's sweatshirt.
HeroinEyes · Sun Mar 25, 2007 @ 02:18am · 0 Comments |
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