Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Update
I just received a phone call from my mother, who is doing good. She should be back in the States on the 17th or so. She also mentioned she bought another pretty scarf (in burgandy, the rich, fall version of the red J is so fond of me wearing) for me, and that the family business she went over there for is almost wrapped up. The next time the Tech bookstore has a sale, I can pick up some shirts for my cousins. It would certainly be interesting if a Tech alum saw a couple guys wearing Digger shirts halfway around the world.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
The Rest of the Story
For some reason today I've been dealing with a lot of stress.
In the background I've been dealing with the untimely death of my dog. While not technically a person, she was a good companion and a highlight of my visits to my parents.
This morning I realize that my interview with Micron was supposed to be in Bozeman tomorrow morning, instead of in Butte whenever. So I made some phone calls and got that taken care of.
You're going to need some backstory for this one. Friday evening, right before my date-that-didn't-happen, Janice and I get a knock on the door. It's the woman who lives below us, and her friend (who I've never met). Apparently, this woman's friend accidentally locked them out of their apartment, and they needed a ride downtown to where the woman's husband was having an interview to get the husband's key to get back in. Janice was just getting ready to leave for her date-that-didn't-happen (for entirely different reasons), and she said that she could take one of them down in the mini-pickup she drives. The women decided they wanted to stay together, and so I offered that Janice drive my Jeep. Janice said she was afraid to drive my Jeep. The friend wanted to know if the women could borrow my Jeep, which I didn't want to, because let's face it, I don't let just anybody I know drive my Jeep. And I, obviously, couldn't leave the apartment because I still thought I had a date. The girls make a phone call from our place and then wait for someone else to take them downtown.
This morning I see my downstairs neighbor before my first class, and ask him if his wife got back into their apartment OK. He gets all fussy and says, "Yeah, no thanks to you!" and storms off. So apparently, they have no other neighbors, AND they expect Janice and myself to drop everything we're doing to cater to them whenever they have a mini-emergency. If I didn't have plans, I would have been more than happy to take the women downtown. And it's not like Janice and I didn't try to help them out.
As I told my mentor-professor, I need to find a lesbian dance club in Butte (like one exists!) to hang out at, just so I can keep myself out of trouble with the men. I think it's starting to get to the point where mein prof will expect me to say just about any quirky thing, which means I'm getting predictable. Must push the boundaries of normalcy further out!!!!!!
In the background I've been dealing with the untimely death of my dog. While not technically a person, she was a good companion and a highlight of my visits to my parents.
This morning I realize that my interview with Micron was supposed to be in Bozeman tomorrow morning, instead of in Butte whenever. So I made some phone calls and got that taken care of.
You're going to need some backstory for this one. Friday evening, right before my date-that-didn't-happen, Janice and I get a knock on the door. It's the woman who lives below us, and her friend (who I've never met). Apparently, this woman's friend accidentally locked them out of their apartment, and they needed a ride downtown to where the woman's husband was having an interview to get the husband's key to get back in. Janice was just getting ready to leave for her date-that-didn't-happen (for entirely different reasons), and she said that she could take one of them down in the mini-pickup she drives. The women decided they wanted to stay together, and so I offered that Janice drive my Jeep. Janice said she was afraid to drive my Jeep. The friend wanted to know if the women could borrow my Jeep, which I didn't want to, because let's face it, I don't let just anybody I know drive my Jeep. And I, obviously, couldn't leave the apartment because I still thought I had a date. The girls make a phone call from our place and then wait for someone else to take them downtown.
This morning I see my downstairs neighbor before my first class, and ask him if his wife got back into their apartment OK. He gets all fussy and says, "Yeah, no thanks to you!" and storms off. So apparently, they have no other neighbors, AND they expect Janice and myself to drop everything we're doing to cater to them whenever they have a mini-emergency. If I didn't have plans, I would have been more than happy to take the women downtown. And it's not like Janice and I didn't try to help them out.
As I told my mentor-professor, I need to find a lesbian dance club in Butte (like one exists!) to hang out at, just so I can keep myself out of trouble with the men. I think it's starting to get to the point where mein prof will expect me to say just about any quirky thing, which means I'm getting predictable. Must push the boundaries of normalcy further out!!!!!!
Monday, October 03, 2005
The Sweet Ones Always Die
Little Taipei. I saved her from an animal shelter a week after some sick bastard murdered Lai-Foo (Lucky Comes, in Chinese), my white wolf mix.Turns out another sick bastard ran over her sometime this weekend. Dad wouldn't tell me exactly when. I know Dad blames himself because he let her loose to get some exercise, and she insisted on chasing some cars. Dad called her to come back, and she didn't listen. Dad later heard her barking, but didn't go to check on her. When she wasn't home the next morning, he went looking for her and found her.
I don't know why anyone would want to hurt an animal. Even the arrogant dogs and cats in Butte I slow down for, and make sure I don't hit.
Yet another reason I'm so insanely frustrated with the sheep-farming bastards in Utah.
Taipei was probably the smartest little dog I've had the pleasure to know. She was too smart, in fact, because sometimes she wouldn't perform commands when you asked her to. But she knew how to sit, to lie down, roll over, shake hands. Taipei would come (most of the time) to you when you called for her. She was a little ball of energy that loved to run. If I was home more often and ran a little better, she would have been the perfect running companion. She was always happy to see me, and always afraid of strangers. Taipei loved attention, and she loved to play. She had a sweet personality; I've never known her to dare bite a person, even in play.
Dad wants to get me another dog when my parents find another house and settle in, but I honestly don't know when I'll be settled enough to get a dog. I don't even know what kind of dog I'd like. Jack Russells are fairly smart, and make good running companions. And even something like an Australian Cattle Dog would be nice. Mutts are fine, too.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Update
I received a letter from my mom today. She's in Taiwan right now, taking care of a family emergency, and I haven't heard from her in weeks. I miss her lots.
Everything is going great, and my mom might stay a couple extra weeks than we originally planned.
She sent me a pretty embroidered scarf, which is absolutely lovely, but I don't have anything that will go with it. As much as people complain about stuff from Taiwan and China, they have the loveliest things there.
Everything is going great, and my mom might stay a couple extra weeks than we originally planned.
She sent me a pretty embroidered scarf, which is absolutely lovely, but I don't have anything that will go with it. As much as people complain about stuff from Taiwan and China, they have the loveliest things there.
Keys!
There I am, jamming out to Genesis' "Invisible Touch" while getting ready for class this morning. Cute outfit, check. Books, check. Keys, check. Will grab them before leaving. Vitamins, check. Phone, check.
"She seems to have an invisible touch! Yeah!
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch! Yeah!
It takes control, and slowly tears you apart"
Grab the bag, walk out the door, close the door, and oh. No keys. Well shit.
Call the roommate. Turns out she forgot her keys too! No matter, will figure it out at lunch.
Good thing I left early enough to make it to class on time. Not that it mattered; I don't think you could butcher Shakespeare any more than my professor has.
On a completely different subject, I've been wondering if I'm not as inconspicuous as I'd like to be. Most new people I meet (usually at the Vu or other non-campus hangout) generally say, "Yeah, I've seen you around campus," as a first remark. While I'm flattered that people notice me (and yet don't talk to me) on campus, I know for a fact that I don't generally recognize people on campus unless I know them from a class or something. (And even then, the chances are slim I'd recognize anybody)
The other day I was studying in the Digger Den, and some fellow comes up to me and starts a conversation on the military, all because he had seen me speaking to a Navy Lt. at the Career Fair. There were a ton of people at that Career Fair, and I only spoke to that Naval officer for a few minutes!
Do I look so different from other people that I just don't blend in? I've never felt completely integrated no matter what environment I've been in (which, I might add, would give me a unique, objective eye as a journalist), but am I so odd that I can't even blend in on my own campus? One of the few places I feel at home?
By the way, if you notice me on campus, say hello. I promise I'll smile and say hello back.
"She seems to have an invisible touch! Yeah!
She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch! Yeah!
It takes control, and slowly tears you apart"
Grab the bag, walk out the door, close the door, and oh. No keys. Well shit.
Call the roommate. Turns out she forgot her keys too! No matter, will figure it out at lunch.
Good thing I left early enough to make it to class on time. Not that it mattered; I don't think you could butcher Shakespeare any more than my professor has.
On a completely different subject, I've been wondering if I'm not as inconspicuous as I'd like to be. Most new people I meet (usually at the Vu or other non-campus hangout) generally say, "Yeah, I've seen you around campus," as a first remark. While I'm flattered that people notice me (and yet don't talk to me) on campus, I know for a fact that I don't generally recognize people on campus unless I know them from a class or something. (And even then, the chances are slim I'd recognize anybody)
The other day I was studying in the Digger Den, and some fellow comes up to me and starts a conversation on the military, all because he had seen me speaking to a Navy Lt. at the Career Fair. There were a ton of people at that Career Fair, and I only spoke to that Naval officer for a few minutes!
Do I look so different from other people that I just don't blend in? I've never felt completely integrated no matter what environment I've been in (which, I might add, would give me a unique, objective eye as a journalist), but am I so odd that I can't even blend in on my own campus? One of the few places I feel at home?
By the way, if you notice me on campus, say hello. I promise I'll smile and say hello back.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Who Needs Another Drink?
| Your Seduction Style: Au Natural |
 You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it. That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power! The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism. You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world. Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in. You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you? You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways. Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you. As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you. |
Maybe it's just that I've been "naturally" seducing all these . . .poor quality fellows and I just didn't know it. So . . .how do I channel that energy into attracting someone worthwhile? (First: buy red heels. Second: more red blouses. Because while my friend Jesse may (or may not) be a playa, at least he was right about me in red)
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
G-O! Let's Go Diggers! G-O Let's Go!
I used to be a cheerleader, back in the day, in a former life. I cheerlead for Montana Tech my freshman and part of my sophomore years of college. Football games (especially when you could muster crowd participation) were the best to cheer for. Basketball, not so much (I blame the bad acoustics of the gym and rowdy fans).
Tonight and tomorrow night there will be mandatory pre-practices before tryouts for people interested in cheerleading. The woman setting all of this up is willing to be a real coach, which I'm excited about. She's willing to fight for us to have Tech pay for uniforms and shoes, and necessities like that. She told me the new uniforms are green, copper and white, with copper bloomers. I'm totally stoked. I'm beyond stoked. I'm transcendentally stoked.
The first game the cheerleaders will be at is Homecoming (October 8, I do believe).
These girls don't know how good they have it. Tech's paying (Or someone is donating) for three different uniform tops and skirts, three different underarmor undershirts (including one that has tri-color braid), cold weather pants, shoes, socks, warm ups, two sets of show poms, personalized bag and megaphone, big poms to make the megaphone look cute, water bottles, those little sweatband bracelets, temp. tattoos for the face, a variety of embroidered bloomers (what you wear under the skirt). . . I don't know what else. I'm feeling spoiled. Tech cheering has never had it so good.
I'm very excited about maybe getting to cheer again. I really miss cheering at football games, and even if I only get to cheer at one last football game, it would be worth the experience.
Tonight and tomorrow night there will be mandatory pre-practices before tryouts for people interested in cheerleading. The woman setting all of this up is willing to be a real coach, which I'm excited about. She's willing to fight for us to have Tech pay for uniforms and shoes, and necessities like that. She told me the new uniforms are green, copper and white, with copper bloomers. I'm totally stoked. I'm beyond stoked. I'm transcendentally stoked.
The first game the cheerleaders will be at is Homecoming (October 8, I do believe).
These girls don't know how good they have it. Tech's paying (Or someone is donating) for three different uniform tops and skirts, three different underarmor undershirts (including one that has tri-color braid), cold weather pants, shoes, socks, warm ups, two sets of show poms, personalized bag and megaphone, big poms to make the megaphone look cute, water bottles, those little sweatband bracelets, temp. tattoos for the face, a variety of embroidered bloomers (what you wear under the skirt). . . I don't know what else. I'm feeling spoiled. Tech cheering has never had it so good.
I'm very excited about maybe getting to cheer again. I really miss cheering at football games, and even if I only get to cheer at one last football game, it would be worth the experience.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Adventures In Custom Clothing
So after years of being frustrated by what jeans I could find (apparently, athletic women don't wear jeans or they are like me and live with ill-fitting jeans), I decided to see what custom-made jeans were all about. The site I tried (as if you couldn't tell by the pocket logo) is http://custom.tommy.com. You answer a handful of questions regarding the type of jean you would like (these are low rise, kitchen-sink finish, no back label, signature pocket design, straight cut, button fly, copper oxide buttons/rivets, green button-hole thread) and some questions about your body (height, weight, bra size, what your tummy, thighs and seat look like, etc.) and give them money.
About a month later (and probably dozens of Mexican sweat-shop hours), UPS drops your new jeans off at your doorstep.
Below are the jeans that I had custom made for me. They are the most comfy jeans I've tried on to date, and fit better than any other jeans I've tried. There's a little poochiness in the front, even though I told them my stomach was flat (maybe it's because I have big thighs). But I think I can live with it. Is the expense worth it? I'm not sure yet. We'll see how well they stand the test of time. If I end up wearing these more than my Levi 501s, then yes. Will I ever get another pair of custom made jeans? If well-fitting denim has the power to move mountains (and men's hearts) and raise grades, then definitely.
About a month later (and probably dozens of Mexican sweat-shop hours), UPS drops your new jeans off at your doorstep.
Below are the jeans that I had custom made for me. They are the most comfy jeans I've tried on to date, and fit better than any other jeans I've tried. There's a little poochiness in the front, even though I told them my stomach was flat (maybe it's because I have big thighs). But I think I can live with it. Is the expense worth it? I'm not sure yet. We'll see how well they stand the test of time. If I end up wearing these more than my Levi 501s, then yes. Will I ever get another pair of custom made jeans? If well-fitting denim has the power to move mountains (and men's hearts) and raise grades, then definitely.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Life Bytes
My favourite new drink is the Amaretto Sour, which I tried the other night when an old school pal offered to buy me a drink. I told him to surprise me, and I was pleasantly surprised. Something about the combination of almond flavour and carbonated water and alcohol.
I was able to finally use my calling card for its intended purpose the same night as well. I had some printed up because I thought it would be more classy to hand a fellow a pretty card with my name and phone number on it than it would to scribble the same information on a cocktail napkin.
The Career Fair was disappointing. Of course, I knew it would be for me, since employers that specialize in national security other than the military were absent from the Fair. But it was nice to chat it up with my cousin's boss, who gave me some pointers and took my resume anyway.
I've been debating whether or not I should take this extra history course next semester and get a Liberal Studies minor. Which would be nice, but I'm not sure I really want to sit through a 3000 or 4000 level history course. I'm not even sure if I'd have the pre-reqs for it, unless it was on American History or a Special Topics course or something.
I've offered to model for a photographer in Missoula, which should end up being an interesting experience. At the very least, I'll get some prints from the shoot.
I was going to go to the Tech-Minot game today, but it was yucky out so I opted to stay inside and catch up on reading Literature. A half-hour into it, I took a nap that lasted the entire game. Must have needed the sleep.
I was able to finally use my calling card for its intended purpose the same night as well. I had some printed up because I thought it would be more classy to hand a fellow a pretty card with my name and phone number on it than it would to scribble the same information on a cocktail napkin.
The Career Fair was disappointing. Of course, I knew it would be for me, since employers that specialize in national security other than the military were absent from the Fair. But it was nice to chat it up with my cousin's boss, who gave me some pointers and took my resume anyway.
I've been debating whether or not I should take this extra history course next semester and get a Liberal Studies minor. Which would be nice, but I'm not sure I really want to sit through a 3000 or 4000 level history course. I'm not even sure if I'd have the pre-reqs for it, unless it was on American History or a Special Topics course or something.
I've offered to model for a photographer in Missoula, which should end up being an interesting experience. At the very least, I'll get some prints from the shoot.
I was going to go to the Tech-Minot game today, but it was yucky out so I opted to stay inside and catch up on reading Literature. A half-hour into it, I took a nap that lasted the entire game. Must have needed the sleep.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Evan & The Vu
My cousin Evan is flying into Butte tonight, to recruit people at Tech's Career Fair tomorrow. Since I have no siblings of my own, Evan is the prime candidate for a surrogate older brother.
We're going to hit the Vu for a beer tonight, and then I'll get to see him tomorrow between classes (since the Career Fair at Tech doesn't exactly have companies/agencies I'm interested in working for, I have nothing better to do than say hello to my cousin) at the Fair.
Anyway, I'm thoroughly stoked about seeing my cousin. Sadly, we don't look alike enough for people to catch we're related on first glance, so I get a lot of, "Are you Mrs. ____?" when I meet people he knows. Which is really strange, since we're 11 years apart. Maybe I just look old. Or he looks young.
Evan used to play football for Tech (back in the day), and just got inducted into Tech's Athletic Hall of Fame. He used to live in NOLA, but thankfully moved to Houston a few years ago. It's Evan's fault I'm going to Tech. (Not that I'm complaining; I've received a pretty good education here)
The photo below is from Tech's Athletic Banquet in April of this year, with Coach Green on the left, me in the center, and Evan on the right.
We're going to hit the Vu for a beer tonight, and then I'll get to see him tomorrow between classes (since the Career Fair at Tech doesn't exactly have companies/agencies I'm interested in working for, I have nothing better to do than say hello to my cousin) at the Fair.
Anyway, I'm thoroughly stoked about seeing my cousin. Sadly, we don't look alike enough for people to catch we're related on first glance, so I get a lot of, "Are you Mrs. ____?" when I meet people he knows. Which is really strange, since we're 11 years apart. Maybe I just look old. Or he looks young.
Evan used to play football for Tech (back in the day), and just got inducted into Tech's Athletic Hall of Fame. He used to live in NOLA, but thankfully moved to Houston a few years ago. It's Evan's fault I'm going to Tech. (Not that I'm complaining; I've received a pretty good education here)
The photo below is from Tech's Athletic Banquet in April of this year, with Coach Green on the left, me in the center, and Evan on the right.
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