today, whilst i was walking back from parking lot 2, a lady with a fun accent [think of that lady from Pirates 2 & 3, "sail to de ends of de ert..." very similar.] came up to me and asked me if i have heard of hollister ['ollister] or abercrombie, and if i would like a job there, getting paid 9.50 an hour. she was the manager at the one at woodfield. the job would work around my college schedule. i couldn't turn down an offer like that! i told her to hook me up!
just kidding. i told her i was happily employed, but thank you for asking.
i had a chocolate pudding cup with lunch today, here at college. did i lick the lid? yes. yes i did. i also burned my lip eating a BOILING ham and cheese hot pocket. it was one of those really unattractive gasping moments, where you open and close your mouth several times, trying not to spit out the hot hot food, trying to breath in as much cooling air as possible.
the heels/back of the foot area of the girl in front of me during LIT class are very calloused and bruised. i think she wears a lot of high heels. no pain, no gain. i don't think heels would suit her. her flip-flops today were good.
must do extensive research on deaf theater. must practice practice practice sign language. got results from expressive exam back - not so good.
Christina
9.24.2007
9.22.2007
three
went frog-hunting with my pappy at the creek down the street, near the library. we rode our bikes there. he got two frogs, and eventually [17 years later] i finally caught one. then we had a little frog race, pappy's won, but just because he threw him in the creek. we forgot to name them at the time, but mine would have most certainly been named Rufio.
s0meday i'm going to buy a pair of cowboy boots.
three things i am very excited about owning once i have my own house:
1. a can opener
2. a four-slot toaster
3. a vacuum cleaner [dyson?]
"Why can't you see this boat is sinking
(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me...
Why
This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel?
'cause i don't think you know how I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
You don't know what I feel"
why; annie lennox
[i saw a dance to that song. it made me want to dance.]
i've got a considerable amount of homework that i might want to jump on.
tomorrow, i run.
let it be,
-Christina
s0meday i'm going to buy a pair of cowboy boots.
three things i am very excited about owning once i have my own house:
1. a can opener
2. a four-slot toaster
3. a vacuum cleaner [dyson?]
"Why can't you see this boat is sinking
(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me...
Why
This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel?
'cause i don't think you know how I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
You don't know what I feel"
why; annie lennox
[i saw a dance to that song. it made me want to dance.]
i've got a considerable amount of homework that i might want to jump on.
tomorrow, i run.
let it be,
-Christina
9.20.2007
two
Our dryer is broken. I never realized how partial I was to warm, smelling like fabric softener clothes. Now it's line dried in the basement smell... not so good. I've lived a pampered life.
Did you know they were making Cinderella 3? I've never even seen the second one.
Sun Chips has a new look. I think they taste funny now too. Bugger. Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips were the best!
A few days back we had to clean the CYT office [yes. yes, i am a janitor, and it's a pretty sweet job. free tootsie rolls]. I mostly always have the job of sweeping the floor with one of those gimongous floor sweepers. It always reminds me of sweeping the lodge at camp, and having to switch arms frequently so that I would "build even muscles." The only difference is that it's silent floor sweeping. No Police or Coldplay, or people yelling about the sweepers or "I need a butler!!"
Harper is going well. I'm really liking this semester. I had an expressive exam in ASL yesterday, it was a tad frightening. Just me and my Deaf teacher, chatting it out for ten minutes.
English Lit is a funny class. Basically, thus far, we've just been speculating about the meanings of various poems and how it relates to the period and historical events. We had to read a poem called "Michael" by Wordsworth a few days ago, and then in class he asked this one girl named Megan to give us a summary of the beginning of the poem, the first 50-100 lines or so. I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest that Megan had not read the poem.
"Um....I'm not really sure, I think the author has a lot to say," she said.
"The author or the speaker of the poem?" asked the teacher.
"Uh, well both. I mean. Yeah. Like, he talks about the land." She's frantically skimming over the poem.
"Right. Good. Does he say anything about his family?"
[it does, but later on. Megan takes a glance at the first few lines and grasps at straws...]
"Well...like. Definitely. I mean. He says that he looks at the sky. And. Like. You can see shapes in the clouds. So. Yeah. Like I think he's saying that he can see his family in the sky. The clouds. In the shapes of the clouds."
The teacher pauses. Everyone is staring at her.
"...or something," she tries to finish it off strong.
"Sure. Sure, that could be it." The teacher riffles through his pages, searching for a way out. "Well. Let's continue then."
It was a pretty hilarious moment. I felt bad for Megan.
Sometimes in this class it can get a bit dull, and I find myself dreaming up various scenarios. What would I do if there was a bomb scare, or an armed crazy man who jumps into our classroom? Somehow in the end I single-handedly save all of Harper College, and have free college classes for the rest of my life. I'm 80 years old and still taking yoga and sculpture classes.
Hum... 11:40. Must go and make final preparations for American Girl class tonight. Possibly read a bit of homework stuffs, probably not.
-Christina
Did you know they were making Cinderella 3? I've never even seen the second one.
Sun Chips has a new look. I think they taste funny now too. Bugger. Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips were the best!
A few days back we had to clean the CYT office [yes. yes, i am a janitor, and it's a pretty sweet job. free tootsie rolls]. I mostly always have the job of sweeping the floor with one of those gimongous floor sweepers. It always reminds me of sweeping the lodge at camp, and having to switch arms frequently so that I would "build even muscles." The only difference is that it's silent floor sweeping. No Police or Coldplay, or people yelling about the sweepers or "I need a butler!!"
Harper is going well. I'm really liking this semester. I had an expressive exam in ASL yesterday, it was a tad frightening. Just me and my Deaf teacher, chatting it out for ten minutes.
English Lit is a funny class. Basically, thus far, we've just been speculating about the meanings of various poems and how it relates to the period and historical events. We had to read a poem called "Michael" by Wordsworth a few days ago, and then in class he asked this one girl named Megan to give us a summary of the beginning of the poem, the first 50-100 lines or so. I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest that Megan had not read the poem.
"Um....I'm not really sure, I think the author has a lot to say," she said.
"The author or the speaker of the poem?" asked the teacher.
"Uh, well both. I mean. Yeah. Like, he talks about the land." She's frantically skimming over the poem.
"Right. Good. Does he say anything about his family?"
[it does, but later on. Megan takes a glance at the first few lines and grasps at straws...]
"Well...like. Definitely. I mean. He says that he looks at the sky. And. Like. You can see shapes in the clouds. So. Yeah. Like I think he's saying that he can see his family in the sky. The clouds. In the shapes of the clouds."
The teacher pauses. Everyone is staring at her.
"...or something," she tries to finish it off strong.
"Sure. Sure, that could be it." The teacher riffles through his pages, searching for a way out. "Well. Let's continue then."
It was a pretty hilarious moment. I felt bad for Megan.
Sometimes in this class it can get a bit dull, and I find myself dreaming up various scenarios. What would I do if there was a bomb scare, or an armed crazy man who jumps into our classroom? Somehow in the end I single-handedly save all of Harper College, and have free college classes for the rest of my life. I'm 80 years old and still taking yoga and sculpture classes.
Hum... 11:40. Must go and make final preparations for American Girl class tonight. Possibly read a bit of homework stuffs, probably not.
-Christina
9.17.2007
trala
Am really dreading first entry. Will just get it over with so I can write in a normal way.
I'm feeling quite bold, starting a new blog. I could be anyone right now. I could be pretend to be deeply intellectual, or a humorous but slightly unbearable cynic. I could be an artist, model, football crazed, mother with six children.
However, the plain and simple truth is that I am Christina, and will remain to be so. In fact, my Intro to Arts instructor, Doug Manley, put this very idea in a unique and gripping way. Quote: Being you is what you should be. End quote. Right on.
It was just time for a change. Gone with xanga [which had just about died of old age anyhow].
I like driving in cloudy weater.
I'm run dry of first words.
-Christina
p.s. am officially Christina now, as I introduced myself so a few days past. further emphasized my need for a new blog site, as old site I was Tina or other shortened names.
I'm feeling quite bold, starting a new blog. I could be anyone right now. I could be pretend to be deeply intellectual, or a humorous but slightly unbearable cynic. I could be an artist, model, football crazed, mother with six children.
However, the plain and simple truth is that I am Christina, and will remain to be so. In fact, my Intro to Arts instructor, Doug Manley, put this very idea in a unique and gripping way. Quote: Being you is what you should be. End quote. Right on.
It was just time for a change. Gone with xanga [which had just about died of old age anyhow].
I like driving in cloudy weater.
I'm run dry of first words.
-Christina
p.s. am officially Christina now, as I introduced myself so a few days past. further emphasized my need for a new blog site, as old site I was Tina or other shortened names.
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