| Life as of late |
[16 Sep 2008|08:47am] |
Things have been okay with me.
Work: I switched out of my morning shifts because of my new roommate. That basically means my schedule now sucks. I work Mondays 5-9:30pm, Fridays 5-9:30pm, Saturdays 8am-4:30pm, and Sundays 8am-4:30pm. This also means I'm not doing the Retail Outs list anymore. Suffice to say, it sucks. I no longer have any days off and I'm stuck basically doing stock work. I also have mixed feelings about the new crew I work with.
One of my managers, Chris, told me to store use some Advil for the break room. Then a week later, Kenny asks me who store used the Advil. I told him I did and that Chris told me to, but he said that Chris denied knowing anything about it. Bryan asked me to switch shifts with him on the Saturday before last, and then the day after, he asked if I would do the morning outs list for him. I told him he had to do freight for me if I did and he said okay... except he never did freight, and I got bombarded with questions as to why I didn't do anything on Saturday or Sunday. Furthermore, when another manager (Angelina) was asked why I didn't do freight, she claimed that she had told me all day to do freight but I refused to. Uh, yeah, there's CYA and then there's straight up lying. Urk.
Internship: It's pretty boring and I haven't been accumulating the hours I should be, in large part because there's nothing to do and because I'm regularly being called into work early. I've decided to stick with it because every day I'm there I do seem to experience something new and different, but to be honest I'm not experiencing anything positive. I'm learning a lot about the atmosphere, the people who work in it, and the problems there seems to be in the field of probation. I'm still thinking about dropping it, but it's getting a little late to do that. I'll talk to my internship coordinator and see what happens.
School: I actually really like my schedule and really like at least three out of my five classes. The other two are okay, but I find myself spacing out during Law of Evidence and finding it hard to contribute in Contemporary Issues. Pannenton's pretty knowledgable about the law, but the material can be a bit dry, and Okada... well, his class just isn't structured in a way that makes it compelling to join in on a conversation. I'm going to try and talk to a couple of advisors this week about graduation, and the possibility of law school. I should have all of my ducks lined up nicely, but I looked at my degree evaluation on SacCT and was a bit confused by all of the red marks. We'll see.
Me: How am I? Well, I'm finding myself getting somewhat depressed lately. It may be the lack of days off (I'm always either at school, at work, or doing homework) resulting in burn out. It may be this poor diet I've adopted as I've found it hard to find time to go to the grocery store and buy decent food. It may be the fact that I hate my life. Don't get me wrong. I've got it okay and I like to think I'm doing reasonably well by myself, but I feel like I'm missing out on a lot in my life. Sometimes, because of my situation, I feel like I'm working twice as hard and sacrificing twice as much as everyone else in college just to break even. Every so often people like to remind me of that, too. I'm not quite sure what I can do besides just sit back and endure, but I will say it's all pretty lonely.
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[21 Jul 2008|09:08pm] |
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I talked to my mom tonight when calling her about my FAFSA application. It turns out that my sister, Sara, said that she heard a voice all day telling her to cut her arm 68 times. At the end of the day she couldn't take it anymore and took a razor to her arm. It's difficult to count how many cuts she has, but she claims 68, and I guess it's plausible. Her boyfriend told her to call her psychiatrist tomorrow, but when my mom found out she took her to the hospital. I swear, that guy has no common sense sometimes.
She's had a history of psychiatric and mental health problems, ranging mostly from severe depression to obsessive compulsive disorder to bi-polar disorder. Throw in some morbid obesity and you've got some real issues. What happened today sounds a bit more like schizophrenia to me, but it could be a number of things, really.
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| What's So Great About America |
[03 Jul 2008|03:42pm] |
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http://news.aol.com/newsbloggers/2008/07/03/whats-so-great-about-america/
Posted Jul 3rd 2008 1:30AM by Dinesh D'Souza
Filed under: Politics, History, Controversy
This July 4 comment is adapted from my book What's So Great About America. For more information on that or my other books, go to dineshdsouza.com
America is today the most loved society in the world--and the most hated. At a time when we are constantly lectured about our nation's flaws, it is useful to be reminded of the other side of the story. This July 4 weekend, it's worth thinking about what this country does right. The forgotten truth is that America is still the most attractive society in the world, and its appeal is felt even by the children of the America-haters.
Whatever the flaws of American policy and American culture, let's remember that immigrants from every continent continue to brave dislocation and hardship to come to America . Why do they do it? The conventional wisdom is that immigrants come to for one reason: to make money. This notion is conveyed in the "rags to riches" literature on immigrants, and it is reinforced by 's critics, who like to think of America as buying the affection of outsiders through the promise of making them filthy rich. But this Horatio Alger narrative is woefully incomplete; indeed, it misses the real attraction of Ameica to immigrants, and to people around the world.
There is enough truth in the conventional account to give it a surface plausibility. Certainly America offers a degree of mobility and opportunity unavailable elsewhere, not even in Europe . Only in America could Pierre Omidyar, whose ancestry is Iranian and who grew up in , have started a company like eBay. Only in America could Vinod Khosla, the son of an Indian army officer, become a shaper of the technology industry and a billionaire to boot.
In addition to providing unprecedented social mobility and opportunity, America gives a better life to the ordinary guy than does any other country. Let's be honest: rich people live well everywhere. In fact if you are very rich, my advice to you is not to live in America . The reason is that in most countries, but not in the United States , money buys you the pleasure of aristocracy-the pleasure of being a superior human being. Americans, however, share a social ethic that is deeply egalitarian. Americans believe that no matter how much money Bill Gates has, he is not better than they are.
America's greatness is that it has extended the benefits of affluence, traditionally available to the very few, to a large segment in society. America is a country where "poor" people have television sets and microwave ovens, where maids drive rather nice cars, where plumbers take their families on vacation to Europe . Recently I asked an acquaintance in Mumbai why he has been trying so hard to relocate to America . He replied, "I really want to move to a country where the poor people are fat."
The typical immigrant, who is used to the dilapidated infrastructure, mind-numbing inefficiency, and multi-layered corruption of developing countries, arrives in America to discover, to his wonder and delight, that everything works: the roads are clean and paper-smooth, the highway signs are clear and accurate, the public toilets function properly, when you pick up the telephone you get a dial tone, you can even buy things from the store and then take them back. The American supermarket is a thing to behold: endless aisles of every imaginable product, many different types of cereal, fifty flavors of ice cream. The place is full of numerous unappreciated inventions: quilted toilet paper, fabric softener, cordless phones, disposable diapers, and roll-on luggage.
So, yes, in material terms America offers the newcomer a better life. Still, the material allure of does not capture the deepest source of its appeal. Recently I asked myself how my life would have been different if I had not come to America . I was raised in a middle-class family in India . I didn't have luxuries, but I didn't lack necessities. Materially, my life is better in the United States , but it is not a fundamental difference. My life has changed far more dramatically in other ways.
Had I remained in India , I would probably live my entire existence within a modest radius of where I was born. I would undoubtedly have married a woman of my identical caste, religious and socioeconomic background. I would face relentless pressure to become an engineer, like my father; a doctor, like a couple of my uncles; or a computer programmer. My socialization would have been almost entirely within my ethnic community. I would have a whole set of opinions on religion and politics and society that could be predicted in advance. In sum, my destiny would to a large degree have been given to me.
By coming to America , I have seen my life break free of these traditional confines. At Dartmouth College, I became interested in literature, and switched my major to the humanities. Soon I developed a fascination with politics, and resolved to become a writer, which is something you can make a living doing in America, and which is not easy to do in India . I married a woman of English, Scotch-Irish, French, and German ancestry. Eventually I found myself working in the White House, even though I was not an American citizen. I cannot imagine any other country allowing a non-citizen to work in its inner citadel of government.
In most of the world, even today, your identity and your fate are largely handed to you. This is not to say that you have no choice, but it is choice within given parameters. In America , by contrast, you get to write the script of your own life. What to be, where to live, whom to love, whom to marry, what to believe, what religion to practice-these are all decisions that, in America , we make for ourselves. Here we are the architects of our own destiny.
Some critics, both in and abroad, have noted that this freedom to shape one's own life is not an unmixed blessing. Freedom can be used well or badly. Some Americans do indeed make mistakes with freedom, as the country's high divorce and illegitimacy rates suggest. These are unfortunate social trends, but we should remember that while freedom allows vice its scope, it also gives greater luster to virtue. It is no great achievement for an Indian couple to keep its marriage together, because the social stigma against divorce is prohibitive. By contrast, American couples who stay married deserve greater credit because they have chosen the good when the good is not the only practical option.
Those who have tasted the exhilaration of freedom-which entails responsibility for one's own choices and one's own life-can hardly imagine living in any other system. The core American idea is the "pursuit of happiness," which means that happiness is not a guarantee, but that you have a chance to find it for yourself. No wonder that so many young people throughout the world are magnetically attracted to what America represents: they find irresistible the prospect of being in the driver's seat of their lives. So, too, the immigrant discovers that America permits him to break free of the constraints that have held him captive, so that the future becomes a landscape of his own choosing.
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| I got on the radio last night and won a prize! |
[10 Jun 2008|11:57am] |
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Haha. So, I was sitting here at my computer reading some of the new releases at M2K when the "Question of the Night" contest comes on 100.5 The Zone. The question was, "What has a 1 in 500,000 chance of killing you?" I immediately Googled the question and got the answer on a NASA news article. The answer was "an asteroid hitting Earth." However, I also got a second hit on my Google search - "a tsunami striking." So, I called my buddy Ryan over and was going to have him call at the same time I did, and I figured I would answer "asteroid" and he'd answer "tsunami." It took me about five or so minutes, but I got through and after being put on hold briefly I gave them my answer. And I won....!
... a $50 gift certificate to a spa and boutique, haha. I had no idea what the prize was, but apparently they announced it. It was pretty funny because even though I called like, five or ten minutes after the question was announced on the radio, there must have been like ten or so other callers on the radio over the course of forty five minutes before they played my call. They also edited my call so that I sounded somewhat gay at the end, haha, but I guess that's what I get for being sarcastic at the end of the call with the DJ.
During our conversation he just randomly said, "Yes, there is a 1 in 500,000 chance of dying from an asteroid collision!" Then he paused and said, "... Hello?" I said, "Oh, is this the part where I like scream and yell and stuff?", "Yeah, go for it.", "(really gay voice) Yaaaayyy!! I got the right answer!!" You can imagine how he edited it.
Still, not too shabby. I've only got on the radio once before, but that wasn't for a contest. Hmm... now what to get at this spa...
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| Scholarship Blues |
[22 May 2008|03:28pm] |
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I didn't get my scholarship as hoped. Unless Chris looks at my car and sees that it's something simple and not the engine that's burnt out... then well, I'm out of a car for a good while now.
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| More car woes - R.I.P. Honda Accord? |
[19 May 2008|04:53pm] |
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My dad finally came to Sacramento to check out the car... only to discover that he can't find the thermostat OR the water pump. In fact, he doesn't know his way around a Honda to save his life, and it was at that point I realized how screwed I totally am. And... well... how much his "advice" screwed me over and cost me my car. It's fascinating to know that he's still messing up my life even when he has no indirect role in it, but that's my fault for not following my gut instinct and for trying to listen to him instead. I thanked him for his help, but said I was taking it to my mechanic (Chris) and going from there. He's convinced the engine's burnt out. So is my mechanic after talking to me. My dad's going to either borrow a car trailer or rent one in the next few days, we'll take into Woodland and let Chris take a look at it to be sure. Chris is convinced that it's the engine and estimates that it'll cost anywhere from $1500-2500 to fix.
Frankly, I'm not sure what I'm going to do. Chris says it's possible that it's something else, but it's likely that the engine's shot because he's seen it so many times before. If I get my scholarship (I find out this week) then I should have enough to get it fixed. My scholarship's $2500, so that's about what I'll need at the most and any additional fees won't be much for me to handle. But the truth at the heart of it is that, despite it being a nice car in excellent condition and the conveniences of having a car, $2500 is a lot of money to have a 1996 Honda Accord with nearly 200,000 miles on it fixed.
I don't need a car, really, and I'm - in all likelihood - going to buy a much newer car after I graduate college and get a decent job, so I'm tempted to not get it fixed. I'm within walking distance of everything I need. College, work, grocery store, video store, restaurant, etc and there's a light rail station right next to my house (which I get free access to) and a bus station across from that. Plus, I have a lot of friends with cars, so I can just pay for their gas and hitch a ride with them, get a favor here and there, etc. If it's going to cost $2500 to cover, I'm considering just not getting it fixed. If I don't get my scholarship next week... well, then I will in all likelihood not be able to get it fixed, in which case I'll probably be better off selling it for $2000, buying a bike, and paying off some credit card debt.
So, that's it. As of this moment I don't have any wheels, regardless. I'll probably know within the next week or so if I end up selling my car or getting it fixed. I'll be posting updates.
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| Welp, my car finally shit on itself... |
[11 May 2008|03:59pm] |
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Well, I'm pretty fucked at the moment.
Everyone remember the trouble I was having with my car a while back? Well, it seems that filling it up with some 50/50 was only a temporary solution. It was fine for a while, but then in the last week or so the temperature started fluctuating again (normal when I was driving, overheating when I slowed down) until today when it finally just overheated and stayed overheated like it had. I was out in Woodland celebrating Mother's Day with the family and my mechanic was closed, as they are on Sunday, and I wasn't quite sure what to do. My dad insisted that I let it cool down, fill it with any water if it needed it, and buy a new radiator cap, then drive it home and see what happened.
So, I do just that and on the way home the temperature gauge is past the red. Halfway home I hear a loud pop and steam puffs out of the engine briefly. I considered pulling over and seeing what was up, but was worried that if I did I wouldn't be able to get my car started again. I was close to home, so I just said fuck it and continued on the way. Nothing wrong with the driving, but the check engine light came on, and then when I take the exit back to my place and hit a light, the car just dies on me. I'm able to get it started again and get it back to my place, but it's rumbling and steaming and just being a general pain. I was lucky to hit all green lights and made it back to my parking lot.
When I parked, turned it off, and popped open the hood it looked like the hose to the radiator had popped off. Nothing was wrong with it, but I'm guessing things got so hot that it just popped off from the pressure and the steam, and it splattered antifreeze and water all over the inside of the engine (which, I would guess, is what caused most of the steam). I called my dad again and he said he thinks it's the thermostat, or possibly the water pump, but says that he'll try to get into Sacramento sometime in the next few days to take care of things.
I'm a little pissed, frankly. I had wanted to take the car to a mechanic when it first started acting up, but he kept insisting that I check various little things, give it time, check this, check that, and now I think it's finally shit on itself. I've got jobs to apply for and an internship to start this summer which requires me to go get a TB test and to get fingerprinted. I don't have the time or money for this fuckin' bullshit, especially if it caused more problems in the process by dicking around for so long. Ugh. I hope this shit gets resolved soon, preferably in the next week, so I can get ready for the summer. I'm just glad that I live in such a good, central location that I don't really need a car. Y'know, it's just nice to have one to lug groceries back and forth and do everything I need to do...
One damn thing after another. Such is life, eh?
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| Son of a bitch... I am so pissed. |
[01 May 2008|08:48am] |
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Okay, so, at my store we only get commission if we get the customer to buy a warranty, right? Today I help a woman who wants to buy a printer. I get her to buy one of our most expensive ones - $700. On top of that, I get her to buy all of what's called "additional items." Extra ink, paper, and a USB cord. As I'm helping her with all of this stuff, I walk away for just a moment to grab the last item and come back to push the warranty so that I could get my 10% on the sale... and guess what?
A cashier walks up and asks the woman before I can. Then the cashier has me answer all of the questions about the warranty. So, the cashier - because she jumped into my sale - got the commission and not me. That was about $80 she stole from me for doing nothing at all. After I was done helping the customer - and I mean done by going into the back, pulling the HUGE 50 pound printer from the top shelf of the store room, carrying everything out to her car, loading up her car, and all of that... I go back in and talk to the cashier. I told her that next time I'd appreciate it if she let me finish the sale before she jumped in and tried to work in a warranty. She said it's my fault and that I should have acted faster and shouldn't have left the customer.
Fuckin' shit. I could have used $80, too.
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| Fall Internships |
[25 Apr 2008|04:00pm] |
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I've called seven internship placements since my orientation last week. As many of you know, I'm a little conflicted as to what I should do after I graduate next spring. On the one hand, I'd like to go to law school and internship placements catering to Pre-Law majors would be greatly beneficial. On the other hand, I may not be able to get the money to go to law school and will likely need a more practical internship catering to Criminal Justice majors.
With that in mind, I picked out a variety of internship placements and have decided to go with whoever bites that I find the most interesting. I've contacted the Sacramento Police Department, the Sacramento County Probation Department, the California Governor's Office of Homeland Security, the California Department of Justice's Crime Analysis Unit (Investigative Support), the District Attorney's Office, and the Criminal Justice Legal Research Foundation. I haven't gotten a call back from Homeland Security, DOJ, or the DA's Office (the supervisor's out of the office until next week), but I did get semi-shot down by Sac PD (the internship supervisor said that there were just too many interns ahead of me). I wasn't that interested in Sac PD, but it would have been a nice aside. The supervisor did recommend that I look into their recruitment drive and apply for a job as a dispatcher or a student trainee, which isn't too bad of an idea considering they're paid positions. I guess we'll see.
I did get a request from Sac County Probation, who asked me to submit a letter of interest and a resume before we set up an interview. The supervisor sounded enthusiastic and was very quick to respond to my call. I also spoke with the CRJ Legal Research Foundation, who was also pretty enthusiastic and asked me to come in for an interview on Wednesday. So, I've got my practical and I've got my pre-law internships lined up, but I'm really hoping the District Attorney's Office calls back with an offer for an interview, or at least requests a resume. They're my number one choice at the moment, but I don't think that I'll hear back from them for at least a few more days. Wish me luck, folks.
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| Re: Car Trouble |
[20 Apr 2008|09:08pm] |
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I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who offered help and advice. Saturday evening, I filled up the resevoir and the radiator, checked the thermostat, and took my car around the block. It seems like that fixed things, but I'm pretty curious as to how the radiator ended up so dry. There was no apparent leak that I could tell. My dad thinks it might be a bad radiator cap, so since they're so cheap I'll probably pick up a new one just to be safe.
Thanks again, all.
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| Car help needed |
[19 Apr 2008|08:24am] |
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Got something funky going on with my car. Last weekend, when I was taking my nephew back from his track meet, I glanced at the temperature gauge and saw that my car was gradually getting hotter. Eventually the gauge maxed out at the red, but I noticed that the faster I got the cooler the car got and then when I stopped it climbed. I got back home and talked to my dad, who said that it was likely just hot because it had been the hottest day all year and sitting out for so long, especially since the car cooled down as I went faster.
Of course, that doesn't quite make sense to me, especially since I was parked in the shade and espcially since the car heated back up as I slowed down. I took his word for it, but I've driven my car a few times since then and have noticed the same thing happening, except now it doesn't really cool down when I go fast (I even tried going 90 on the freeway briefly when taking a friend home and the gauge was still maxed out in the red). It doesn't smoke, make any strange noises, or anything else, and I did check the radiator. It looked fine, so I'm a little stumped. When I park and turn off my car, the fan keeps going like crazy and I check the engine, and the engine's genuinely hot, so I know it's not just a screwy gauge. It could be - I hope it is, really - but I doubt it. If it helps, I've recently noticed that when I have the car on and put it park the engine *sometimes* revs up and the RPMs jump up and down, but that's not very common. It's just an occasional thing. When I take it out of park, it stops.
So, all that said, does anyone have any idea what may be wrong? I have a mechanic that I trust back in Woodland, but I don't feel like making the trip if it's something simple or if it's something very serious for that matter. Any help would be appreciated, guys. Thanks!
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| Froze the last thread |
[13 Apr 2008|10:03am] |
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Hoookaaay... last thread got off-topic and pretty personal pretty quickly, so I shut it down. I'm always down for a good discussion, debate, argument, whatever you wanna call it, but not when it veers off like that. If anyone wants to contribute something a little more toned down then feel free. I think you should be able to.
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| Obama's "bitter" speech |
[12 Apr 2008|07:35pm] |
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What can I say? Obama stuck his foot in his mouth. I mean, Clinton's been doing it for the entire primary and that's been the biggest contribution to her gradually declining chances at winning it. If Obama would have just been more careful with his words and relaxed in general then he probably could have let Clinton's own campaign be her downfall. So far that's been working for McCain. He's mainly reiterated his stances, taken a few small steps towards better defining his positions, and only taken broad strikes at Obama and Clinton.
Now... well, Obama's still in relatively good standing compared to Clinton, but he's only added insult to injury to fellow Americans. Sure, those in small midwestern and southern towns are hurting economically, and they probably are bitter about how things have turned out for them. But to say that their beliefs, practices, and culture are not only wrong but only explained by their bitterness and then to call them bigots on top of that...
Ouch, dude.
Obama's lucky that he's not banking entirely on line-crossing conservatives and moderate liberals because that was a low blow, one you're going to bet that McCain and Clinton will capitalize on. Obama's suggested that a way of life that millions of Americans embrace is not only wrong, but morally bankrupt. Who knows, maybe it is? The President of the United States shouldn't be one to judge, though, because not only does he need the support of his people but they need his support as well. No matter how he swings it, what he essentially said was an articulate version of, "Those racist and poor rednecks won't vote for me because they're bitter, but it's not their fault they're so ignorant. It's the economy's."
Again I say... ouch, dude. Ouch.
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| Guess who's got a house guest? |
[12 Apr 2008|09:35am] |
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I've got my nephew, Ricky, for the weekend. A while back, I decided that it would be good for him to spend a weekend with me every month and this is our first weekend together. I know it would help his mom out a lot and it would probably help offset a number of the problems that he's had since everyone in the family moved out of that big ol' house and we went our own ways. Basically, she has two jobs (teacher by weekday, waitress by weekend) and not a whole lot of time for him, and he spends just a little too much time by himself.
Still not sure what I can do for him. I'm usually pretty busy on the weekends with homework and friends, but I figure that at the least I can play some video games with him, make him homemade meals (which he doesn't always get), take him swimming, rent movies, take him out with my friends so that he gets a little socializing, and things along those lines. Hopefully it helps him. Plus, it's nice to just know how he's been doing and talk to him a bit. He seems to behave better when he's alone with me then when he's around his mom. I'm not sure why that is. He's been around me since he was born and it's only when his mom is around that he really acts up. Guess she's just a bad influence, heh.
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| Not the flu, but instead a bacterial sinus infection... |
[28 Mar 2008|07:33pm] |
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I went by the university clinic today to see a doctor. Surprisingly, it was pretty easy to get in and the medications they perscribed were relatively cheap. The doctor I saw was pretty sure that I don't have the flu, but that instead I have a sinus infection (like I was certain that I had a while back) and that it's elevated to a bacterial infection. She perscribed some antibiotics and nasal spray, as well as recommended Sudogest PE and Mucinex. She claimed that I should start to feel a lot better by Monday, but I really don't know. I guess we'll see. I certainly hope so. Let's expect the best.
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| The Flu |
[28 Mar 2008|12:25pm] |
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I've got a horrible case of the flu. Does anyone have any suggestions?
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| I just saw the weirdest pregnancy test commercial EVER |
[22 Mar 2008|08:45am] |
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It was done in some weird space age sort of thing... Think of a giant pregnancy test floating through space and this larger than life voice narrating about new technology, its features, and the importance of being sure. The cap of the test floats off, we get close ups of the part you pee on, its screen that reads "Pregnant" or "Not Pregnant" instead of going by color, picture, etc. And then... and you won't believe this... the guy narrating says, "it's the most reliable pregnancy test that you will ever pee on" and a stream of pee - FROM SPACE - comes down on the little stick part of the test.
I thought it was a joke for a moment, but it was real! I need to find it on YouTube or something because it is seriously the craziest thing I've ever seen on TV at 6:30am.
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| Sure, let's have some fun... |
[20 Mar 2008|02:03pm] |
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Give me a topic - ANY TOPIC and I will write my thoughts on it. The catch? You have to post this in your journal and I get to pick the topic you write about.
Rules: Whatever the topic is that you write about - you must have at least 10 sentences - 2 paragraphs. Lets have fun. And this is freewriting so I'm not asking you to deliver a masterpeice, just two paragraphs of your thoughts on whatever it is the person requests.
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| Happy Birthday Me! |
[28 Feb 2008|01:46pm] |
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I'm 22 today. Much fun is to be had.
On Tuesday, seven of my friends (Jon, his girlfriend Uyen, Ryan, Kersten, Dezy, Bryan, and Morgan) all took me out to dinner and for drinks, which was nice enough. Now, when I come home from classes, there's an "invitation" to Dezy and Kersten's loft for a little shindig of some sort later tonight.
In about an hour and a half, Arielle will fly in from Philly. We'll probably meet with my parents, Sara, Jessica, Eric, and Ricky around 4 or 5 for a birthday dinner. Then it's back for whatever Dezy, Kersten, and them have plan, and then it's some sweet sweet loving with my girlfriend to top off the night. Roar.
Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes. Wonder if I'll get any presents...?
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| Damnit |
[25 Feb 2008|09:52pm] |
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My dad lost his job.
Again.
That sort of ruins what shaped up to be an otherwise good day...
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