| | | | | | Tuesday, February 28, 2006 |
Amber and the terrible horrible no good very bad day
| | Man, my yesterday from five am onwards was a nightmare
Well it all began at five thirty am today . I woke up after two hours of sleep, I finished my little personal statement (it's not bad)take a shower and get ready to go. By the time I leave it's like 7am. It's -pouring- rain out, then I head into the mountains. The rain is super hard and super scary (cars keep blinding me with spray). But I get to donner pass (the highest elevation) and it's not snowing, just raining like a motherfucker. It should have only taken me half an hour, but it's like after eight am now.
THEN, my left windshield wiper starts being -weird-. It stops going all the way to the window. I think well, I can still -mostly- see; then it starts -over- compensating.Now I can't see the -middle- of the road (kind of important). So I stop the car by the side of the road push the windshield wiper down. But, it just keeps getting worse, faster. Now I've barely gone a mile and had to pull over four times. It may be raining outside, but it's -fucking- cold. So, I stop at Donner Pass rest stop, and I figure, shit, I can't really go on now, so I call Frank, telling him to come get me; he shows up at a little before ten am. We discuss what to do, and he offers to drive me to Davis and back (from donner it's about a two hour car ride... if conditions are good). But we can make it! So I hop in his truck and we get going. BUT about a mile away from the rest stop I realize I GRABBED THE WRONG FOLDER. So I have all the writing for the WRONG professor. SO we try and turn around. We get off going the opposite way at the rest stop. It's not the same one, the rest stops on the opposite sides of the free way DON"T connect. By the time we make it back to the correct reststop heading the right way, it's 10:15. Frank is -tired- (I woke him up) and the weather is miserable. so we don't say a word and just drive on in awful (now with the right folder). I spend a good twenty minutes on his cell trying to reach my professor to tell her to be sure to wait until noon, because now we're looking like we won't make it. Once I get the number for the operator (411 kept giving me a fax line) and call her, I tell her what's going on, and she tells me she has to leave -right- at noon. So... we start driving faster, even though some of the time the tires aren't connecting with the road. I make it to her place at 11:55... SHE'S WITH SOMEONE ELSE.
So I have to wait, luckily the interview goes all right. But then she tells me she's horrified that I came all the way from Reno to see her. Luckily it's useful for her, or I would have killed her. So, after wandering around Davis looking for somewhere to eat (not saying a word to one another, we're both stressed and sick of rain) we turn around to come home. I have work at five pm, it's now one. More rain, more awful, we buy windshield wipers. When we get to the right facing reststop again, it's like three pm, I figure I am exhausted I don't want to go to work, so I call out (need to call out two hours before). We get to my car, put on new wipers. The Same problem as before. Frank and I agree, I'll try and drive it home, and just keep pulling over (the rain is light). He leaves and I have 31 miles to home.
I end up having to pull over every 100yds, which I do okay for a while, until the rain picks up, and I nearly run off the road (have only ten wipes between stops, tried judiciously using them, on my last wipe as I was pulling over, a semi came dumped so much water on me I couldn't see anything, nearly drove down a large ditch) So, I call call AAA. The lady spends twenty minutes on the phone trying to figure out what city has jurisdiction over me. There are no cities around, I'm between exits somewhere, staring a 200 yrd stretch of highway that has no shoulder anymore on a teensy bump of shoulder. Once she figures out who gets me, I have to wait in the car (takes about 40 minutes), soaked to the bone (from all the stopping) in the freezing cold, feeling the car rock as every vehicle passes me. Finally the guy comes, takes one look at my insane wipers, whips out a ratchet and fixes it right away. The rain is still blinding but at least I can see... so I crawl home in my car. It ends up taking me another hour to go 20 miles. I get home waaay after five pm go home, feeling sick to my stomach and pass out, until about eleven pm
PS anyone ever read the book to which the title of this blog refers (stupid ending on a preposition, makin' English difficult)?
posted by Amber at 2:37 AM
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| | | | | | Monday, February 27, 2006 |
50 ways to leave your lover...well okay not really
| | So, yeah, still haven't finished paper, but know what i'm doing, which is ...awesome.
Here is a list I wrote a while ago of 50 things that I love (coming up with 50 things that you love is a pretty fun activity, when you have some time, you should try it).
1. when the right song comes on when I need it
2. yogurt with the fruit on the bottom
3. waking up and knowing I don’t have to be anywhere by any time
4. enchiladas
5. twilight
6. when I hear someone hit a note so pure it makes me shiver
7. telling a joke so inside that only a few people in the WORLD know it
8. feeling velvet (and silk, and some polysynthetic blends)
9. dancing… even if no one else is and everyone is staring at me
10. finding an opportunity to use the word recherche in conversation (it is a French word you use when someone is using superfluous French words)
11. telling stories
12. watching little kids sleep (its not creepy, really)
13. buying the perfect gift for someone
14. when people rhyme accidentally
15. reading Fox In Socks (by Dr. Seuss) out loud
16. playing in the first heavy rain of the season
17. eating day old birthday cake and soda for breakfast (only once a year… the day after my birthday)
18. being able to recall obscure information when I need it most
19. making someone laugh really hard
20. getting mail and doing the mail dance (emails are good, but not as good)
21. anticipating something fun happening for days beforehand (and having it happen, otherwise it’s no fun)
22. reading a book in one sitting
23. wearing my boyfriend’s shirts (they smell like him)
24. talking with kids (kids are the most awesome people)
25. unstructured writing (writing my thoughts) like a letter or a journal
26. singing along perfectly with a hard song (ex Modern Major General [Gilbert and Sullivan])
27. finishing a crossword (especially the New York Times)
28. going out to a play
29. being able to buy three or more CDs (or books) at once
30. staging a scene in a public place (dramatic comedic whatever)
31. witty repartee
32. when a baritone sings a note and then glissandos down an octave
33. winning an argument (or getting to the point where the other person’s retort is ‘shut up’)
34. getting dressed up
35. knowing I completed I set out to do, and that I did it well
36. being able to talk to someone for hours, knowing that I don’t have to impress or entertain him or her
37. the ocean even though it scares me
38. playing badminton (and winning… but even just the playing is awesome)
39. Good Earth original tea (caffeinated, of course)
40. Clothes just out of the dryer on a cold day
41. Being really silly/absurd with someone
42. Claussen whole Kosher Dill Pickles (the ones in the cheese section of the store)
43. Getting a foot massage
44. Getting a sincere compliment (no matter how badly worded)
45. Making a meal for someone special and getting to watch them eat (and enjoy?) it
46. Ironing clothes
47. The whole concept of saints (God’s bureaucracy)
48. Bluish purple hydrangeas
49. Going to an Asian market and buying candy (even if I don’t know it is)
50. The sound of a dinner party
posted by Amber at 2:22 AM
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| | So... I found something out today, well, two things. Firstly, paper writing hasn't gotten any easier in the nine months I took off from doing it. Secondly, cats, although small creatures, are capable of releasing seriously foul shit. Balthazar (formerly Huevos Balthazar) was in my apartment while I was downstairs, I checked on him -twice-, he was napping and annoyed with me. But when I came up this last time he looked... guilty. Cats don't do guilty as naturally as dogs do, there is a decidedly unnatural cast to the face of a guilty cat. Luckily, he was nice and shit right on my area rug (not on the carpet, or worse, some place -hidden-. He watched, abashed, as I cleaned up the mess. I think he ate something that disagreed with him, something greenish.
Eitherhow, been a long day, I still haven't finished this goddamned personal statement and I need to leave for Sacramento (on my -funky- tires) at around six am. Damnit, looks like I'm only napping tonight.
posted by Amber at 12:55 AM
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| | | | | | Wednesday, February 22, 2006 |
how can one love theme songs but hate tv?
| | man, I'm an easy girl to entertain, I've just spent the last thirty minutes listening to tv themes, and when you think about how long the theme to the average tv show is, that's a lot of themes.
Other than that, really haven't done much. Really. I went to work, it was very very boring, I dusted... seriously. When there is nothing to do, you dust, and no one dusts, but I did. I dusted all the tables and the endcaps on the second floor. I dusted so much that Kim told me to knock it off. I also had an experiment in "health foods" which was alright, expensive though. They sell the same apples that Albertsons does (Pink Ladies... man those are sweet. Really, that isn't me trying to be "hip" they are sweet and crisp) for more. I guess we are to believe that just by being in a store with healthy healthy food these apples have appreciated a vibe which made them worth almost double supermercado priced. I chickened out and -didn't- buy the star fruit (and it was the only fun looking fruit in there), but I bought a lot of soy stuffs and some most excellent bread and cheese. Really, other than read (which I did a lot of, actually) I've done very little since I got home. So, instead I listened to tv theme songs, they make me happy. Here's my favorite for the evening, sing along if you know it!
Ground floor: perfumerie, stationary and leather goods. Wigs and haberdashery, kitchenware and food! Going up! First floor: telephones, gents ready made suits. Shirts, socks, ties, hats, underwear and shoes. Going up! Second floor: carpets, travel goods and bedding. Materials, soft furnishing, restaurants and teas. Going down!
...why am I the only one singing (I already know why I'm on the only one dancing in my chair)?
PS did you know that John Inman got married this december to Ron Lynch (well he got civilly partenered... which just sounds like two kids forced to work on a school project together).
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| | | | | | Monday, February 20, 2006 |
| | four day weekend! Yay!
Well, other than that... not much is going on, not much at all, really. But that's okay. I feel like I need to really push hard to finish this college app, because I feel apathy coming on. I really want to do this, but I'm scared, and those two are combining, leaving me exhausted and thinking... gah, maybe I should take a nap. Not a good sign.
Anyway, I am going to bed, and NOT taking anymore online tests; I don't need to know what my spirit animal is (eagle although apparently my last life I was a whale).
Goodnight
posted by Amber at 1:42 AM
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| | | | | | Saturday, February 18, 2006 |
Amber goes out!
| | Well, tonight, in a word, rocked. Frank and I went to the movies, we saw Match Point. It was alright, I nearly killed Woody Allen (my god the main characters were -so- stupid, you watch them make stupid life choices and are helpless to stop them), but the end made it worth while. Then later we went to this club called the Green Room and saw the Electro Sonics with (I'm told) Sam Minae (on bass) and Ryan Hall (guitar)... the drummer is anonymous as of right now. And, I really liked the first set, I also found out I really really like Gin and Tonics; they are awesome. The second set was... well, one song, and the keyboardist (I think) kept hitting this awful note that made the -whole- crowd wince. But yeah, it was really fun, a lot of cigarette smoke but really really fun. Plus next door was this dance club, and I had my back to the conjoining wall, so every time there was a lull I would put my head against the wall and listen to technoey goodness.
Then, everything was so wonderfully snowy (it's been sort of spreckling [is that the snow word for sprinkling?] all night long) we played in the snow. I suck at making snowballs and I throw like a girl., so Frank had double advantage. Total fun, very wet/cold.
So yeah, tonight, rocked.
Goodnight
posted by Amber at 1:02 AM
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| | | | | | Wednesday, February 15, 2006 |
Nerdism is contagious
| | okay, I'm such a nerd that apparently it has rubbed off on my mother.
So, my mom is getting a new job and she's laying it out for me: it's on call (guaranteed 4hours a week), but she is set up for 24hours a week for the next three weeks, she'll lose 5$/hour because it's day shift but she'll gain 8$/hour because it's on call, she gets medical free for the next month, but after that she'll have to pay (which will cost around 800.00 a month).
I asked her only one thing
Does it come with Frogurt?
(she burst out laughing... this is a woman who has never watched an episode of the Simpsons in her life).
posted by Amber at 8:08 PM
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I'm alive!
| | well, today is the first day in almost a week that I feel like a human being. I'm still sick, but I just tire too easily now (and cough and sneeze), which beats yesterday when I was a human shaped ball of mucus.
So, hopefully by Thursday I'll be A-OK for work, for my one piddling day of work this week... sigh.
Frank got his new bass, he's in love (I may never see him again). I'm so glad he has a bass of his own, it was worth the money I loaned him.
OH, right, yesterday (now) was Valentine's day, AND Frank remembered. I have a dozen roses and a box of chocolates. I got him the cologne that Jon from my work wears... god I love that cologne. If I wasn't so ill, I would have jumped Frank today (we went out to lunch for Valentine's day, I wasn't up to more, and neither of us could really afford it).
Michael Yoho is alive, (this is good) and apparently is going out with a nurse... sometime. He's been texting me so his half of the conversation was more terse (well, taciturn... but he' s always so serious it -feels- terse) than usual.
Okay, I'm really tired.
posted by Amber at 12:46 AM
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| | | | | | Sunday, February 12, 2006 |
| | oh holy crap, I am so sick.
I had a big weekend planned, damnit! I was supposed to see Pam who is -leaving- for KANSAS CITY... but I could barely crawl out of bed this morning to tell her I couldn't make it. I was supposed to see Jacob and Mommadawn and revel in love... no, my left ear (which I think has filled up with mucus that has escaped my sinuses) hurts without going though the mile change in elevation. Tomorrow I am supposed to see my professor where she was to say, oh yes, Amber you are -perfect- for Sac State... instead I had to cancel, I'm sure she believes me to be a flake.
DAMNIT
I'm supposed to work tomorrow, and I really hope I'm well enough to do so, or they may demand a doctor's note, and our health care doesn't stretch to this state... and I'm not a student anymore and I don't want to remind our HMO of that.
I moped all day, slept waaaay too much (in the last twenty four hours I've slept... lets go with the conservative estimate of 15.5 hours) and had frankly crazy dreams (I dreamed I was infiltrated by teensy bots that were swarming under my face [in my -head-] bots that were to make my entire life better. They controlled my body temperature well, but other than that, they did not live up to their hype. I also dreamed that Frank and I were out of condoms, and when the dream took a turn FOR THE WORSE (really you don't need to know any more than that), I went up to some windows and started demanding that I wake up. the windows melted into my bedroom windows... and my eyes were open, I don't know for how long they were open.
so, my plan is lay low, watch another movie, and try to get more sleep.
posted by Amber at 11:40 PM
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| | Okay, it's been a while
To recap: my power is back, I'm sick, I still don't have a statement of purpose, I rock (according to Ed).
Yeah, really, I'm tired, I need to sleep. I'll update later
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| | | | | | Wednesday, February 08, 2006 |
| | ...
the power still isn't on, and it'd -dark- and cold.
I'm annoyed
posted by Amber at 11:00 PM
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I'm powerless (and gasless)
| | Well, six months later, and they finally stood up to me. I'm currently writing this post from Frank's apartment because they shut off my power. I'm a little impressed that they let me slide for so long. I went down and paid the sum, it should be up again this evening. But man, no power makes for a really lonely life. I can't cook, my bathroom has become a dark room (too scary to pee in!) and it's too dim in my apartment to read.
Oh, I went into Davis yesterday, I caught up with Professor Kim. I drove six hours roundtrip to meet with him, he spent five minutes with me, but whatever. I saw Sterling, he's down to about an inch worth's of hair again (if even). We had a good evening.
Ed, has been really busy (ha! I originally typed 'busty'). I'm actually a little worried about our late night chats now, I don't want to keep him up!
Well, I'm off to work, by the time I get home the power should be back.
posted by Amber at 3:01 PM
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| | | | | | Monday, February 06, 2006 |
| | Well, this has been unexpected.
I could talk about my mad week schedule in my continuing quest to get into the Public History Program at Sac State, but, eh I don't feel like it. Mostly going to be a lot of driving and some mad writing tomorrow... ugh.
I totally had a point.
Right! I got the strangest message on myspace, from someone I knew. Now, when I joined myspace and got to remeeting old friends, I never expected to run into Raymond from first grade. He sent me a message, he looks like he grew up well. I have only scant memories of first grade (he was a year older, we had a first second split), I remember participating in a reading program and getting a certificate which earned me a little eraser car. I remember marbles were huge and Terry owes me ten peewees (god only knows why, I think I traded a couple steelies). I remember Sabrina who spraypainted the side of the building. I remember a book in which each page had a teeny key hidden in it. I remember getting fenced with I think Joseph because he wanted to show me the beautiful rainbow he saw in the far field (broken bottles of every color). I can't remember why Raymond and I stopped hanging out, I can only remember that he was my friend that whole year and maybe some time afterwards. It's maddening to me that I can't remember more, I -like- to remember stories, who knows how many good stories I lost?
Anyway, I should get some sleep, tomorrow I have to be brillant.
posted by Amber at 3:26 AM
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| | | | | | Friday, February 03, 2006 |
| | Well, I'm excited, and -ill-. I have a professor writing a letter of recommendation for me... which means I need to seriously bust my ass getting her everything she needs.
SO this weekend I must: write a stellar letter of recommendation, find every essay I've ever written for her, figure out when I can drive my ass down there, send her my resume (...it's not going to have much prestigious on it). I'm thinking in two weeks I can find my way down there... lame.
Anyhow, today was good I spent too much money, but I feel it's worth it. Yeah, I could write more, but... I need to work on getting tired soonish. I have work at 10am.
posted by Amber at 10:13 PM
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| | | | | | Thursday, February 02, 2006 |
| | So, today instead of watching the state of the union address the current president gave, I watched the state of the union address that President Nixon gave in 1974... it was a much more satisfying experience. That man was jowly, really really jowly.
In other news, I was -supposed- to get out at nine pm tonight... that would have been nice. There has been a serious epidemic of call outs at my work and DAS fuckups (the DAS is the daily assignment sheet). We had a skeleton crew again, only a little worse, because we didn't have a cashier from 5-8:30pm, and no one in kids all night, and no one on the second floor at all until 8:00pm. It was in a word -terrible-. I cashiered until 8, then I went to info for half an hour to cover Margie's lunch, then I went upstairs and tried to fix a floor that had not been straightened at ALL since FOUR PM. Steve came in (finally) thank god. He spent the whole day moving, told them he could come in at eight instead of four pm, showed up like ten minutes late anyway, but no one yelled at him because we were so happy to see him. Trish was supposed to come in at four, she showed up at five thirty. Trish and I don't like each other much, but we're not nasty to one another or anything, you can feel that we just don't like one another. It was crazy, just all evening, crazy.
Oh, speaking of crazy, remember that naked guy who showed up at three am outside my apartment, he came back tonight clothed. I thought he was Frank, so I opened the door a bit, realized who it was (he remembers my -name-), closed it on him (to look for some pants) and locked it. But he kept talking at my closed door... so I decided not to open it again. I have this totally irrational fear that he's lying in -wait- out there.
So, I'd like to go down and talk to frank, but I'm debating whether or not I should call instead.
Gah.
posted by Amber at 1:53 AM
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