Hello, world!
Day three of non-jon-exposure came and went. Well, at least the part of it I spent at State Farm, pretending I work. Actually, today I had to stuff envelopes, so it went by pretty fast. Then I worked on origami!
Pretty much.
:>
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Yeilding is for Quitters!
Hello, world!
Today is day two of Jon withdrawls. I know, I know, so typical teenage girl, to talk about how much she misses her boyfriend, who's only been gone for two days. "But we're in love!" Classic, predictable, and totally stereotypical. I get it. Now lick my twat.
Day One wasn't so good. Because I feel paragraphs that flow with a logical order are overrated, here's some numbers with stuff written next to them:
1. He called me at work in the morning to say that he was leaving, he loved me, I'm wonderful (let the awwwwwwing commence), and he'll miss me. So, that was nice.
2. Boring day at work (story of my life).
3. "Grease" rehearsal. Not as grueling as the rehearsal when we danced for three hours straight, which, might I add, I'm still sore from. So, that was nice too.
4. Needed Kool-Aid. Drove by Jericho's house, but no one was home. So, my quest for Kool-Aid was over.
5. On the way back I ran out of gas three blocks away from a gas station.
6. In the process of pulling to the side of the road, I hit a mailbox. Damn mailboxes. That sucker was protruding from the curb WAY more than should be legal, or at least ethically okay. At any rate, the mailbox was unharmed. The mirror on the passenger side of my car, however, didn't fare as well. In fact, it's currently hanging from some wires. Poor thing.
7. Managed to drive the remaining three blocks (two of them were downhill, thank God) to a gas station, where twenty dollars only bought me a quarter of a tank. I hate my life.
8. Saw "Live Free or Die Hard," a Bruce Willis- having action flick where Willis takes on a fighter jet, a helicopter, and a super-hot nerd... okay, internet terrorist. So, an angry nerd. Doesn't make him less attractive. My friends made fun of me for the mailbox incident. It raised my spirits considerably.
DAY TWO: (today.... elipses....)
Boring day at work. However, something nice just happened. Like, as I was writing this. Jon called from Minnesota! He's such a romantic freak. I answered the phone and this was him: "Hello, I'm calling from Minnesota, I heard there was this absolutely beautiful secretary who works there..." I realized who it was and called him a punk, but it made me happy. Like, rediculously happy. Giddy, even, which probably makes me a romantic freak too.
.giggle.
In other news, I've been thinking of future low-glamour jobs, which for some reason are really glamourous, to get me through college.
1. Lounge singer. Don't hate. Altos!
2. Hot Dog Vendor, or some other sort of street merch vendor.
3. Open up a shop in Chinatown. The fact that I'm not Asian is irrelevant.
The end! :)
Today is day two of Jon withdrawls. I know, I know, so typical teenage girl, to talk about how much she misses her boyfriend, who's only been gone for two days. "But we're in love!" Classic, predictable, and totally stereotypical. I get it. Now lick my twat.
Day One wasn't so good. Because I feel paragraphs that flow with a logical order are overrated, here's some numbers with stuff written next to them:
1. He called me at work in the morning to say that he was leaving, he loved me, I'm wonderful (let the awwwwwwing commence), and he'll miss me. So, that was nice.
2. Boring day at work (story of my life).
3. "Grease" rehearsal. Not as grueling as the rehearsal when we danced for three hours straight, which, might I add, I'm still sore from. So, that was nice too.
4. Needed Kool-Aid. Drove by Jericho's house, but no one was home. So, my quest for Kool-Aid was over.
5. On the way back I ran out of gas three blocks away from a gas station.
6. In the process of pulling to the side of the road, I hit a mailbox. Damn mailboxes. That sucker was protruding from the curb WAY more than should be legal, or at least ethically okay. At any rate, the mailbox was unharmed. The mirror on the passenger side of my car, however, didn't fare as well. In fact, it's currently hanging from some wires. Poor thing.
7. Managed to drive the remaining three blocks (two of them were downhill, thank God) to a gas station, where twenty dollars only bought me a quarter of a tank. I hate my life.
8. Saw "Live Free or Die Hard," a Bruce Willis- having action flick where Willis takes on a fighter jet, a helicopter, and a super-hot nerd... okay, internet terrorist. So, an angry nerd. Doesn't make him less attractive. My friends made fun of me for the mailbox incident. It raised my spirits considerably.
DAY TWO: (today.... elipses....)
Boring day at work. However, something nice just happened. Like, as I was writing this. Jon called from Minnesota! He's such a romantic freak. I answered the phone and this was him: "Hello, I'm calling from Minnesota, I heard there was this absolutely beautiful secretary who works there..." I realized who it was and called him a punk, but it made me happy. Like, rediculously happy. Giddy, even, which probably makes me a romantic freak too.
.giggle.
In other news, I've been thinking of future low-glamour jobs, which for some reason are really glamourous, to get me through college.
1. Lounge singer. Don't hate. Altos!
2. Hot Dog Vendor, or some other sort of street merch vendor.
3. Open up a shop in Chinatown. The fact that I'm not Asian is irrelevant.
The end! :)
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Hello, world!
One of the more fun things I do at work is peruse Time Magazine online (http://www.time.com/). However, I ran into a rather disturbing article. The article in itself wasn't so disturbing as one paragraph:
Now, I like my McDonald's as much as the next person (despite having worked there for seven months...*shudder*), but if I was actually spending money on an ailment related to overeating, I think I'd hit the gym.
You know what bothers me? Obesity. Keep in mind, there's a difference between being fat and obese, and sometimes obesity is caused by genetics, medical conditions, etc. What irritates me are people who are willingly obese, and what irritates me even more is that they're okay with it! Why? Vanity aside, it's just unhealthy, and, according to the article, can be expensive.
I suggest the world dance more.
One of the more fun things I do at work is peruse Time Magazine online (http://www.time.com/). However, I ran into a rather disturbing article. The article in itself wasn't so disturbing as one paragraph:
Still, there are hidden costs to cheap calories. Environmental damage is one--inHoly schnikies! Ailments related to overeating? Sweet swirling onion rings!
the postwar race to the lowest possible price, farmers applied oceans of
pesticides and fertilizers--but obesity is the most obvious. A common objection
to ending subsidies is that people will go hungry, and indeed some Americans
can't afford to eat: in 2005, according to the USDA, 2.9% of households had at
least one member who went hungry at least once the previous year. But the U.S.
has a bigger problem with overnutrition. More than half of us are overweight; we
spend something like $94 billion annually treating ailments related to
overeating.
Now, I like my McDonald's as much as the next person (despite having worked there for seven months...*shudder*), but if I was actually spending money on an ailment related to overeating, I think I'd hit the gym.
You know what bothers me? Obesity. Keep in mind, there's a difference between being fat and obese, and sometimes obesity is caused by genetics, medical conditions, etc. What irritates me are people who are willingly obese, and what irritates me even more is that they're okay with it! Why? Vanity aside, it's just unhealthy, and, according to the article, can be expensive.
I suggest the world dance more.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Amber in a Small Brown Nutshell
Hello, world!
This is the first post on Blog de Amber. Though I'm not sure which language I butchered in the title, I'm excited to start this blog.
You see, dear readers, I don't actually work at my job. I'm a secretary at a local State Farm Insurance building. The problem is, I don't know a thing about insurance! So my job is, basically, to answer the phone and then pass on the real work to someone else. At eight dollars an hour, I'm not complaining.
Though the one downside of the job is the incessant amounts of The Travel Channel I take in. I know more about Glacier National Park than I ever wanted to. Then again, Glacier National Park isn't on my List of Things I Want to Learn About to begin with. Samantha Brown, however, is a wonderful distraction from the more mundane programs of the Travel Channel. She is the host of "Great Hotels" and "Passport to Europe." The woman is, in a word, wacky. She drinks in every single episode. You should have seen her tour of Bavaria... so...much...beer...
Goodbye, world!
This is the first post on Blog de Amber. Though I'm not sure which language I butchered in the title, I'm excited to start this blog.
You see, dear readers, I don't actually work at my job. I'm a secretary at a local State Farm Insurance building. The problem is, I don't know a thing about insurance! So my job is, basically, to answer the phone and then pass on the real work to someone else. At eight dollars an hour, I'm not complaining.
Though the one downside of the job is the incessant amounts of The Travel Channel I take in. I know more about Glacier National Park than I ever wanted to. Then again, Glacier National Park isn't on my List of Things I Want to Learn About to begin with. Samantha Brown, however, is a wonderful distraction from the more mundane programs of the Travel Channel. She is the host of "Great Hotels" and "Passport to Europe." The woman is, in a word, wacky. She drinks in every single episode. You should have seen her tour of Bavaria... so...much...beer...
Goodbye, world!
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