The Rantings of an Indentured Servant

Sort of Self Explanatory, Don't Ya Think? If it's not obvious, stop. Pan up. Re-read. There you go genius...

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Reflections on New Orleans

So Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, and the deathtoll could be in the thousands.

Such a loss. Even if it's not in the thousands (pray that it's not) so many lives cut short.

Equal to that, the history of the city is 20ft below flood water. You can't just get that back.

So sad.

People. Homes. History. Gone.

I met a friend... yay! (now if I could only remember his name...)

So I had my orientation for my peer mentor job on campus (I lead lost first years around for their first weekend so they don't get homesick for mommy and daddy...)

We had to sit through the reading of the schedule for the entire weekend, and it was pretty long and drawn out with jokes few and far between. At the break for lunch we had an hour and a half, so I decided to do some errands I needed to do.

(This is tangent to the meat and potatoes of this post, but I'm going to write it in this post instead of a different one, so deal)

I stopped by my 2nd job (secretary asst. in the Dean of Students office) to give D. the hours I can work this term so she could set up my schedule. They were supposed to be turned in last week, but my 3rd job (student Ambassador for the admissions office) didn't have the schedule done yet, so I didn't know when I was available for D. After getting that straightened out I had one more dreadful stop before going to lunch and back to my mentor job. The Office of Financial Assistance... *cue dramatic music*

After having a good, if embarrassing, cry in the financial aid lady's office, we got everything straightened out and I don't have to come home until the end of the school year. I don't know why I was so stressed about it, because I knew they would help me as much as they could, but I was still worried it wouldn't be enough. However, they worked with me and I'm supposed to stop back tomorrow to finalize everything. Relief. Huge relief.

(Back to the main point)

After my errands and talking to my mom about the monies situation, I ate lunch at the caf. It was only one and I didn't have to be back to orientation until 1:30, but I decided to just go back up to the loft (where we were meeting) and wait it out.

There were a couple of other people there with the same idea. I took a nap, and then at 1:30 we had a talk from a big wig that took about 10 minutes. Since it was supposed to take a lot longer than that we had a bunch of free time before we had to be paired up with out faculty advisor (aka partner in crime.) So I was talking with the girl next to me who lived on my floor last year, when this guy who has been sitting in the back pulls his chair up next to mine. I turn and look at him and he smiles and says:

"I see you have a pet-co card on you key ring." I had my keys hanging out of my back pocket. He lifts the key ring petco card to show me. "What kind of pet do you have?"
Smooth. Ask a gal about her pets. He knows how to get me talking.

I tell him about my beta fish, three cats, and golden retriever and he tells me about his calaco kitten. Then we introduce ourselves. He's from polo, a small town about 40 min? away from Rockford. We chat about Rockford and school and my major (although I never caught his) and then about who our faculty advisor is. It was a genuinely nice conversation. Not like the "my my" and "oh really?" chat I was having with the two people beside me earlier.

I would actually converse with this person again. Maybe even hang out or something. By the time our advisors came to collect us, I realized that I had maybe just started the beginning of an acquaintanceship. I made a sort of a friend today! Yay! It made me feel good about myself.

I'm not a complete social reject. And he didn't once stare at my boobs or ask me to go to a foreign country with him to stay with his family. It was nice.

So I was walking back to my dorm thinking, wow, there really are nice people still left on this planet. I'll have to look him up on facebook or something when I get back... Then I realized something. I'd forgotten his name! 25 minute conversation with this guy and I totally don't remember what his name is. Hopefully next time I see him he has his nametag on so I can pretend like I didn't forget.


I'm such a blond.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

The Quizzy Bandwagon

Katharine Hepburn
You scored 7% grit, 19% wit, 61% flair, and 19% class!
You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

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You scored higher than 0% on grit

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You scored higher than 20% on wit

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You scored higher than 99% on flair

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You scored higher than 26% on class
Link: The Classic Dames Test written by gidgetgoes on Ok Cupid

Monday, August 29, 2005

Virtue's magic carpet ride at wally world (Cue music: I'm too sexy for my...)

So I went out to Wally World yesterday to get some essentials for the dorm room (Wheat thins, orange soda, curtain fabric and the likes,) and I was the quintessential 18th century harlot. Now, just in case you're not aware, in the 18th century all women covered their hair at all times in reverence to God, and they never, ever, would have considered showing elbow or ankle to anyone in public.

I was wearing a tank top, capris (although the high top chuck taylors did cover my ankles, a good part of my shin was exposed) and I didn't have any tipe of head covering on at all. This is the only reason I can think of to explain exactly what happened. Yes, there is a reason that I'm mentioning this. I'll get to it. Just keep that stuff in mind.

I get dressed in my dorm room, and go downstairs to my car. I pass the front desk and the desk assistant catches my eye as I'm leaving the building.

"Hey, what's up?" He says.

"Not much" I reply.

"Going out?"


"Too bad I'm working, then..." He smiles and I am so taken aback that I stop and just stare at him for a moment with a "you really were talking to me?" look. Then I snap back to reality when he says "Maybe next time I guess."

"Sure." I smile and leave. That was a little odd. Not that I'm butt ugly or something, but I usually don't have guys notice me a lot, let alone initiate dialogue.

I get into my car and drive to walmart. At the stoplight by the gas station I get stuck at a red. I'm in the lane going straight. Now, I am in the pimp mobile at this moment, and that could very well be the cause for this specific incident. People can't resist the pimp mobile.

Two guys in a truck (a nice truck, not a semi) pull up beside me in the turn lane. The one on the passenger side looks at me, then says something to his driver friend, who then leans forward and does the same. The driver is now smiling at me and nods a hello. I lift an eyebrow, and if that eyebrow could talk it would have said "Can I help you with something?"

That's when I hear a horn blaring from the turn lane. Mr. Sexy Truck Man had a green arrow but was too busy trying to flirt with me to see it. I laughed as the guy on the passenger side looked back at me over his shoulder. That's only happened to me once before, and it was when I made Dr Special miss the turn to his house because I was driving beside him.

Fast forward.

Now I'm at wally world. In the parking lot I get at least two "Hey Baby's" and an almost discreet "Did you guys check her out?" (I say almost because I obviously wasn't far enough away not to hear.) In the store I get about four offers for assistance from male clerks as well as numerous "How are you today's" and smiles and nods. Now, if I were in Mr. Roger's Neighborhood, I would say people were just being friendly.

But I found it kind of weird that only they males were being friendly. So now I'm thinking, great, my boob is falling out or something and that's why they are all drooling. But a quick boob check confirms that the girls are tucked in. I also checked my fly and all seams on my pants. Everything was in perfect order.

I pick up what I need and head to the speedy checkout. While in line, I get an "I like your shirt" comment from a pair of guys entering the store. My shirt? It's a plain black tank top. What's to like? Whatever. I check out, and am on my way to the car. That's when my night goes from odd to just flat out bizzarro.

I get stoped by a 34 year old morocan Public Relation specialist named Aladdin. I shite you not.
He tells me his name is "Aladdin... like the lamp."

Now, I haven't watched Aladdin in a while, but I was pretty sure that the lamp itself was not called Aladdin, but that the main character with the monkey was. Am I not remembering correctly?

So Aladdin like the lamp is from Morocco and speaks french. I know because he asked me for assistance in french first and I have a few years under my belt. So I thought I would try to help him. Then he says that I can come to Paris with him and we can stay with his family. He has traveled all over the world. He says some stuff in French that I don't understand and then gives me his phone number and tells me to call him at "onze heurs. Promis." (11 o clock. Promise.) I nod and say okay so I can leave. It's kind of creeping me out. Then he asks if he can kiss my hand! What the fudge is up with this guy??!!!! I shake my head no and give him my best "Are you a freaking psycho?" look.

"I only ask" he says "because you remind me of a princess." Alright Aladdin, IF that is your real name. I don't know what kind of tarts you think we grow here in America, but if you think any girl in her right mind is going to fall all over herself because you ask to kiss her hand because she reminds you of a princess you'd best damn well forget it pal!

(I remind you of a princess. I expect nothing less that I am a princess and you want to treat me like one for the rest of my life. I.E. pay my tuition, give me spending money, and leave me alone.) Lol.... j/k. I wouldn't even fall for that one.


I'm flattered. But no.

After politely declining the offer to assist me in carrying my packages to the car I got the hell out of there.

On the drive back, I thought about the day as a whole. When I got back to my dorm, I was laughing pretty hard about Aladdin and our trip to paris. (I'm not going by the way. Too much homework... lol.)

That had to have been once of the oddest trips to walmart I've ever made. I felt kind of bad because I didn't call Aladdin at 11 like I said I would. But then, if I did call Aladdin, then who would be next, you know? One time it's Aladdin, the next thing you know I've got Mickey on line two with Timone and Pumba on hold for a threesome... ::Sigh::

Now, I can't think of a single thing that was different about me on that certain trip to walmart that would have caused such a response. It's not like I walked out of the dorm in a teddy or something. So, the only conclusion I could think of was that what was a turn on in the 18th century is still a turn on now. And I was exuding sex-rays from my hair and elbows and legs.

Based on this conclusion I have decided never again to go to walmart unless I am wearing a bonnet, long sleeves, and those really baggy pants that look like a skirt... what are they called?

This way I am never again invited to Paris by an Arabian Disney character who speaks french.


Well, I got all my stuff moved into my dorm. My parents were nice enough to pack the van up and drive down here to help me move in. (Although a special thanks to Contagion for volunteering half the guys with a large vehicle in the clan, as well as himself, to help ;-) You know you just wanted to storm my dorm in a kilt fully armed. When should I expect that, by the way?

It was actually sort of sad yesterday. After moving my stuff we went out to Godfather's for dinner, and although my dad and I got into a minor disagreement, I didn't let that get in the way of having a nice last supper with them.

What's really bothering me is that I don't have anything to do while I'm here except sleep and breathe. Work doesn't start until wednesday (then I won't have time for anything.) And I can't get the freakin' internet in my room. It says I'm connected to the network, but there is no internet. I should probably call ITS, but they are just going to tell me to configure to the network and restart. I already did that. So I'm in the Westerlin computer lab writing my posts.

It's sad.

On the plus side, today alone I've finished two sets of curtains for my room, and reupholstered the chair because it was itchy. I still have a little bit left to unpack, but I am trying to leave something for tomorrow. I even called my dad for a few before I went to McDonald's to get supper.

I'll probably go sew a little more and listen to some music before bed. I might actually start reading a book that I bought for Dr Special as a welcome back gift. I cannot wait for school to start.

Or at least for people I know to get here.


Thursday, August 25, 2005

He's Alive!

Well, I guess I can cross "his plane crashes" and "his bus gets rammed by a semi" off of my "What If" list for Dr. Special's trip to Washington.

He called me this morning to let me know that they arrived alright and were going to the fish market and a couple of other sights today. He sounded tired, but assured me that he was fine and it was just because it was early.

I'm still a little worried about him, but I've been trying to keep myself really busy so that I don't notice. He said he'll call me again tomorrow, but he's not sure when. so basically I'll have my cell glued to my person so I don't miss the call, and then after he calls me I'll tell myself how ridiculous I was and I shouldn't spend my entire day practically waiting for the phone to ring.

You would think after three years together I wouldn't be waiting for the phone like some luvstruck pre-teen. But alas, I do, and it's almost nauseating. I say almost because I guess if it didn't affect me very much when we are apart it would suggest that my feelings for him are not that strong. So perhaps it's a good thing. It still sucks.

I just hope he has a good time and comes back with all vital organs in working order.

Oh, and maybe a t-shirt or something for me, you know, like a souvenir to say "Hey even though I was in Seattle having a great time without you I thought of you enough to buy you this 10 dollar fish market shirt!"

Okay, so he's acually a lot better at buying souvenirs than that, but I'm melancholy right now, geez. I think I'm actually going to go to bed. and it's only 10 o'clock. It's a sad day when I go to bed at 10 o'clock. I need a life.

Back to school again

"Mama please. Your child's come down with a fatal disease! ... Save my soul, the board of education took away my parole! It's back to school again..." ~Back to School, Grease 2

(yeah that's right, I said Grease 2. I love that movie so deal with it..)

Well, I've started packing up my junk for school. It sucks! How can one person have so much crap?? I don't know how I fit all of it into the dorm room last year, let alone in the freakin' car! I'm really thinking that the pioneers had the right idea. Take only what you could carry and absolutely had to.

It takes to much friggin' time to get the rest of the junk together. But on the plus side, I'm finding things that I thought I would never see again. I finally am done working until I get on campus so I actually have time to pack. I've still got that pesky list of things to get done before I leave though. ( This is when it's bad to procrastinate.)

I guess I have mixed feelings about going back.

On one hand, I'm happy because right now there are 15 people living in my house and the luxury of having a roommate (as in, singular) is pretty appealing. I'm also ready to get my degree done and get out into the world to find a "real" job.

On the other hand, financial aid is always an issue. My parents are supporting this household of 15 and filed bankruptcy 2 yrs ago. A 30,000 a yr private school costs quite a bit and if I can't come up with all of my first terms tuition at once then looks like I'll be taking a term off. Pray that won't happen though.

So, I'm packing and praying that something comes through and I get the extra four thousand that I need.

On the bright side, I finished a duvet cover today and hope on getting a friend of mine's stuff done before I have to leave. Oh well... back to the grind I guess...

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Back from the land of the Internetless

Sorry for the long absence. Technical difficulties and all. Let's not dwell on that, but let's just be happy that I am back and the man is in seattle for 10 days!


That's 10 days of, that's right folks, freedom! Should be great, right?


It would be great if I weren't such a worrywort. I enjoy having time to myself to sew, clean, read, and blog. But it would be a heck of a lot better if I weren't thinking at the same time that maybe something will go wrong.

What if...

his plane crashes
he falls off Mt. Ranier
his bus gets rammed by a semi
he gets bit by some poisonous insect, reptile, etc.
he gets bit by a not so poisonous but just as deadly bear or mountain lion or other indiginous man eater
he forgot clean socks
he gets lost on a trail, runs out of food, and eats his fellow campers (or worse, they eat him!)
he puts a pick ax in his foot as they are inspecting the rocks and can't get to the hospital in time so ends up bleeding to death

I could go on, but for the sake of sanity I will stop at that. You see what I mean? How can I possibly enjoy 10 days of that?! At least he left on good terms. We weren't fighting and nit-picking. Gad! I can't imagine how guilty I would feel if we were fighting and he left and something happened to him!

Of course, with him gone, I can make plans for myself without having to ask what he's doing. I can sleep in and pack my own crap for college instead of helping him pack his. So, I am happy that I have 10 days to just worry about myself, but I wish I could get myself to stop worrying about him too. ::sigh::

Only 9 days, 12 hours and 37 minutes before he's back.

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