Feb
03
Look man, I just need a job. Is it my cover letters? Are they boring? I’m everything you are looking for! I am nice! It is February and I’ve been sending out job applications ever since I came back from Chicago nonstop. Hello? Are you just posting job listings to solicit personal information or something? :[ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh. Whyyyyyyyyyy.
By the way, I really don’t want to hear “it’s not just you” right now. I know. I understand that I’m one of the luckier ones who get to bum off their parents. However, that doesn’t mean I actually like doing that. So I don’t want to hear any of it! D:
Feb
01
I am neither overqualified nor under qualified for the positions listed. I am the girl you want. I’m generally friendly. I make a mean coffee (or tea, since I’m actually better-versed in the history of tea and tea brewing than I am in coffee). I have mastered Microsoft Excel, Outlook, Word, and Powerpoint. I can teach you a few things if you want :) I am extremely detail-oriented almost to the point of being Obsessive Compulsive (don’t worry, I am not!) and a neat freak if there ever was one. I am polite. I can get down and dirty and fix paper jams while looking polished at the same time. I’m not so pathetic that I need to ask for help every time something goes wrong. If one way doesn’t work, trust me, I’m going to find an alternate route. I’m good at that! And I’ll do it all with a smile :)
I don’t work for much — I just want to make enough to sustain a living outside of my parent’s house on my own without having to starve to death. I know this sounds ridiculous because nobody these days can do it, but I have a plan that includes 5 other people, a bus pass, and living just above the level of subsistency. Don’t worry! I’m going to be okay and I will never bring the issues at home to work.
The only thing I require from you is respect. What do you say?
Feb
01
ATW needs to undergo a massive redesign :/
Jan
26
If you could just please stop raining for the 7 minutes it’s going to take me to walk to the liquor store to pick up some Hot Cheetos Puffs and come back so that I could have something to nom on while I continue to unsuccessfully look for a job,
that would be fantastic. Thanks :D
Jan
25
Oh Chicago. I wish I didn’t have to go back either.
Jan
20
(aka: To Chicagoland!)
- Why I’m going to Chicago alone.
- What happened to my travel companion.
- Why I’m leaving on a plane instead of the aforementioned Amtrak.
- Why I refuse to talk about this.
But what I will answer is why I’m headed to Chicago at all — and that’s because I wanted to go :] I’ve worked hard over the years and now I have the funds and time to do what I really want, which is to travel. Because I deserve it. Why in January in temperatures I know I’m unprepared for? Because I have perfect weather here in Los Angeles all the time and it would be nice to experience something different (although my opinion is probably going to change the moment I step out of the train — by the way, did I tell you that I’m probably going to spend my time in Chicagoland riding the trains? This will probably sound incredibly nerdy, but I love that idea :D).
My flight is in a few hours and I’m . . well, not looking forward to it. I don’t even like airplanes :/ But even more than that, because I can’t sleep until 4am most nights anyway . . . I will most likely be up all night in Chicago time. :P Luckily (or unluckily), my host and I usually talk in the middle of the night anyway because of his funky work schedule so I might actually have somebody to stay awake with me. :O
I’m not really sure what I’m going to do, but I’m not really worried about that :] I suppose I’ll figure out when I get there.
Jan
19
I think it’s pretty clear that I don’t wear a ton of makeup. My skin is a little blotchy in areas and it’s pretty visible when I break out. I wear cheapy drugstore eyeliner and pigmented lip blam that will probably get on you if you’re making out with me, and that’s about it.
My skin doesn’t look airbrushed like some of the girls you’ll see, but that’s all right.
That is, until John’s aunt and uncle gave me a giftcard to Sephora over Christmas. :/ I think they created a monster.
I walked into the Sephora at the mall and asked for help and walked out with a tinted moisturizer by theBalm that I’m in love with. I walked out of the mall with a bit of it on and wondered why nobody was staring at me more, because hey! My skin tone is even now!
And as I read more on makeup and the different kinds of drugstore brands (let’s face it, I’m never going to be able to afford anything from Sephora), I decided to pick up some concealer and powder. And what zits showed through the tinted moisturizer from Sephora are totally gone.
Like they never existed in the first place :O
I’m pretty sure what female reader base I have right now is rolling their eyes and thinking “well duh. Concealer is supposed to cover up the zits. . .” but to me it poses the question:
What the hell lies on the surface of the skin of the girls who have been wearing makeup for years? And uh, ew?
End result?
Haha, you probably couldn’t tell the difference anyway. But I assure you, at least two zits are hidden. :B (Because it’s my blog and I get to talk about zits. Yay)
Jan
15
I’ve been researching on how to do well on the group interview where I have to present a lesson plan and so far . . the trick is to smile and pretend you know what you’re doing.
So I’m going to let you in on the last time I presented something to a classroom: It started with me smiling like an idiot and winging it . .and ended with me throwing the outlines that I had prepared for the presentation off the roof of the building.
I did SO poorly. Granted, I had not practiced the speech at all and figured I could just wing it like I do everything else. I’m usually not that bad. But worse than that, I had this awful stage fright. I was shaking, nobody could hear me, and I just wanted to cry. By the end I didn’t even know what I was talking about, so I squeaked out an “I guess that’s all” and walked off. Shortly after my presentation, we had a break and that’s when I picked up my things and left. I didn’t even remember that I had made outlines that were supposed to be passed out before the speech. I was so mad at myself for even going up there in the first place! It wasn’t as if my teacher would have even noticed if I gave that speech at all. But I did, and I made an ass out of myself in front of the classroom. I wanted to cry the whole time I remained in the classroom because I was so upset and embarrassed.
My friend Luis decided to leave with me and we went up to the roof. By this time the sun was beginning to set. I had just noticed the stack of outlines and started to laugh at how ridiculous the speech had been. It was one of those “if I stop laughing, I’ll cry” moments. Luis suggested we make paper airplanes out of the outlines and throw them off the roof. And that’s what we did until the sun set and night had settled in.
How in the hell am I ever going to teach . . .?
Jan
13
If I’ve been ignoring your calls, texts, messages online, it means STOPPP.
Or at least don’t wonder why I’m sounding like such a bitch to you when I do decide to talk. I mean seriously. 20 unanswered texts a day, for the last fucking week, is a little damn excessive. On the occasion that I don’t snap at you, don’t be so damn clingy.
“Will you miss me when you’re in Japan?”
I’m not gone yet but no, not really.
“Aw, you’re not going to be around tomorrow! We will miss you! Will you miss me?”
Again, not if you keep bugging me! :D
“I’m coming home from the Norton Simon right now!”
That’s fantastic! Go tell Twitter!
“I just wanted to help”
That’s wonderful, really. And when I want it, I will ask for your help.
“Wanna hear a great song?”
No. You probably think Weezer is still cool.
. . .
I WILL CLAW YOUR FACE OFF SERIOUSLY.
