So, something to make my day! I get to keep my job at Suncoast. Unfortunately they didn't pick me over Paul Jackson. They kept the both of us. I guess this means I have to start tolerating him. Luckily I'll probably rarely work with him. Viva!

Yesterady I went to the doctor. My mom left me a blank check and then ditched me in the waiting room. Niiice. It's the thought that counts, right? Anyway, so I have a pretty nasty infection in my right ear and fluid in the left. I got some antibiotics, but I'm impatient and still can't hear. I'm sure it takes some time, but boo. They also gave me some generic Sudafed, and boy does that do a number on my head. I can feel my sinuses open, or whatever is going on, and it's kinda trippy. It hurts when it happens too. At least I'm on my way to hearing.

I recently purchased Songs for Dustmites, a CD by Steve Burns, the Blue's Clues guy. It's actually quite enjoyable. I'm impressed, yo. It's very Flaming Lips, but that makes sense since one of the guys from that band is featured on it. Speaking of, I think my latest band obsession is going to be the Flaming Lips. Zach got one of their CDs for C-mas, and I dig it. I want to listen to it all the time. I'm going to steal it from him one day, but he doesn't know that yet.

kissy kissy on your facey facey *muwah*

Reason #4367 of why some people should not be parents:



Alright, so my ear has become a major problem. I seriously can't hear out of it. I know that people are talking, but I have no idea what they are saying. It's much worse when I'm in public with several people. A good example being when Zach and I went to Wal-Mart and we ran into his brother. They started talking, and I couldn't hear them. It's like certain sounds drown what I want to hear out. All I could hear was the humming of the lights in the dairy section and the mumbles of their voices. It was quite frustrating.

So, because of all this, I know it's time to finally go to the doctor. (I know...I know...). My mom wasn't home this weekend though, so when she got home, I say to her, "I really need to go to the doctor tomorrow, because I definitely can't hear out of my right ear." She proceeds to say, "Well, I've had a cold all weekend," as if her cold is so much more important than my deafness. Granted, we were arguing before this, but still- thanks, "mom". That really pissed me off. I really wish that I were rich so then I could afford my own fucking health insurance and such. I need her because I really don't know how much the doctor's visit will cost. That, and I'll probably need antibiotics. Piss on money. In actuality, all I really want is a mom...but apparently mothers only work when they don't have colds.

After she pissed me off to tears, Zach and I went back to his house where he asked his mom questions on about how much a doctor's visit would cost and things like that. It was a nice little conversation about illness, and - GET THIS- she even offered to help me pay for some if need be. I know that it doesn't take money to be a mom, but at least she was concerned. She's known me for a little over ten months, as opposed to the twenty years my mom has, and showed more concern than my own mother.

This morning, before she left on her own venture (my mother), she told me that she would meet me at the doctor when she was done. Too little, too late, but at least it's something, right??

I am typing this on my new computer! Viva! Nothing was wrong with the old one, it just wasn't mine. I wouldn't have had one when I left next year, and now I do. Yay. It seems silly to have two computers in one room. How very high maintence of me. I bought a computer stand about a month ago, and put it together today too. It's rock and roll, yo.

My Christmas was very merry. I hate Christmas, but this one was not too shabby. My mom, sister, and I got along famously and that's always a good thing. Christmas eve was spent with Zach's family. I don't know why, but family gatherings make me nervous. I've spent time with his family, but not all at once. It was a little overwhelming, but I handled it. I think it's cool that his family is so close too. It was a small, but very together gathering. When family other than my intermediate get together, I'm used to large, extravagant, impersonal events. It's fun having a huge family, but only a little bit. The shine wears off when I realize that none of them know who I am, and very few of them will probably come to my wedding. I'm that Goaley that no one knows and is too absorbed with the other 50 to get to know. Whatever, though. My friends are my family. Hollah!

I am transfering files from my old computer to this one. How cool is that? That's Max burger and fries cool. I feel so hacker right now.

Alright, everyone have a merry holiday season.

I'm nearly well...


...minus the pink eye.


...and the not being able to hear out of my right ear.


But other than that, I'm feeling quite better. For someone who never used to get sick, I've certainly had a string of random ailments lately. Dry socket with the wisdom teeth...sprained ankle...pink eye...deafness... I'm a mess.

Work is going very well. I told my boss that I think I suck at selling things and she said, "No you don't. You do a great job." Iiiiiinteresting. She was also asking me how I liked the job and such, and that the other managers had been complimenting me. It makes me wonder if they say these things about Paul Jackson. Another manager told me that Paul and I are the only two who they don't have to watch all the time because we've picked up how to do everything. It's on like Donkey Kong, Paul Jackson! I have 1up on him though....I'm the only new person working on Christmas Eve and they were all talking about how they bring food every year. Well, I'm bringing my no-bake cookies. Ooooh dang, I'm going to win this game. How do you like THOSE u.p.t.'s, Paul?!? Eh, eh??


Wouldn't it suck if he got the job and I didn't? All of my boasting and talking "smack" (???) would have been in vain. I hate that kid. My favorite part of the day is when he gets rejected for everything he tries to sell to people. Especially when he can't even get them to buy a 50 cent wrap. I smirk at him when that happens... The other night he was late to work. He wasn't a little late either, he was super late. This made me so giddy. I thought horrible things, like maybe he got into a wreck or something. But then my thoughts led to him probably hitting a city bus, and while they waited for the cops to show up, he explained the benefits of a Replay card to the passengers and convinced all 51 of them to come in and get one.

What shall I curse him with? I think I'll curse him with a speech impediment, jaundice, and a bad line of credit.

Anyway, enough ranting. Everyone should rent Secretary. Maggie Gyllenhall is in it and she's a cutie. It has some mild S&M in it, and brief nudity, but I really liked it. It's definitely a Sandra movie, so I could see how not many others would like it, but I did. I'm thinking that I would probably buy it. What a weirdo...

Go to Suncoast tonight and give Paul the finger. He likes it.

I don't like...

...being sickly. I am, and I hate it. I have a mean head cold right now, and it isn't going away. Piss.

...selling things, but we've already been over this.

...that all my comments are lost. Eff you, BlogOut!

...that my attempt to dye my new coat failed miserably. Acrylic fabric gets the fist 'o rage!


HOWEVER:


I like...

...Punk Sean. I made him grin a toothy grin.

...that the district manager came in and watched us while we worked, and she was "very impressed with that Sandra". Hey, guess what! I'M that Sandra!

...that I made it through the first cut of Suncoast employees. The district manager told Shelia (our main manager), to cut the hours of people who still don't know what they're doing, and ooh dang, can I run a register.

...that, again, next week- I have more hours than Paul Jackson. Booyah, grandma!

...Grant Vaught's hair. He looked hot with his "Heeb-fro" (hey, he said it, I didn't). He should have picked up girls today.

...that Mrs. Fields give mall employees discounts. That's awesome!

...the fun customers that come in. I helped this one woman find a lot of movies, and then she had me look up one, but a porno came up for it and I told her that, and she was like, "Oh my goodness!" in an embarrassed mom voice. It was cute. Then there was this other older woman who came in, and she totally has a crush on Johnny Depp. She wanted Benny and Joon, but we didn't have it, and for whatever reason- we can't special order it, so she got sort of sad and mopey, but I showed her Cry Baby, and she got all giddy again. She had never seen it, but she bought it anyway because Johnny Depp looked cute on the cover.

I'm groggy. Bring on the NyQuil!

This is for Erin: down with emotions! Up with lobotomies!

I have my car back! For only $346.39, you too can have new struts on a Geo Metro!


Last night was Tyson's last show with The Red Hot Valentines. Zach, Jared, and I ventured through the snow to make it. First, though, we stopped to pick up Zach's finally-fixed moog. While he was inside the building getting it, Jared and I moved his jeep. We were going to go back to the spot as if the jeep had just dissappeared, but it got too cold so we went back to it. It was quite funny watching Zach look around for us. When he found us, he gave us two of "the finger"s. Good times. It was a bonding experience for Jared and me. We have similar jackets now, too. Slowly, bit by bit, Zach is making the two of us become the same person. What a freako.

The rock show was so much fun. David Gerkin had his long hair again. *swoon* Of course his too cute girlfriend was there. She's so.....perfect. I want to punch her in the teeth, they're so cute together. One day her breaks may go out in her car. I won't know how it will happen....but it will. The show was at a trippy bar called "Nargile". Bongs were everywhere. Tyson told us that it was potent tobacco, but still- do you know how weird it is to walk into a bar with bongs out and about? WEIRD. The band was sloppy drunk but still put on a great show. I'm pretty sure it's at the top of my favorites put on by RHV. I laughed, I cried. It was magical.

I work a whole bunch this week. In fact, I work the most hours of all the new people. Eat that, Paul Jackson! In your face! I'm sure this means absolutely nothing, but I don't care. I'll get a nice check out of it.

I'm off to do laundry and get rid of this stench.

Wednesday, yesterday-

I call Chrissy wanting to know the dilly about the evening. Here it is (or the jist of it):

Sandra: "Hi, I'm giving Mike a ride. Where are we meeting?"

Chrissy: "Here."

Sandra (confused, wondering why we'd meet her Champaign): "There...?"

Chrissy (confused as to why Sandra's confused about meeting her at Suzie's in Peoria where she is): "...Yeah....?"

Sandra: "Ok, what time do you want to meet? Is six ok?"

Chrissy (confused as to why they'd be in Peoria so early): "Yeah....I guess that's fine...."

We both say goodbye, very confused, but ok with the situation.

So, Mike and I head or merry little way to Chrissy's apartment in Champaign. We get to her door and knock on it, but no one answers. Mike says, "Maybe she's in her room. She couldn't hear us knock last time we were here. Let's call her." So we go back to my car to get my phone.

Sandra: "Hi! We're here! What's your apartment number? We may be knocking on the wrong door."

Chrissy: "What? Apartment number?? Where are you??"

Sandra: "What?!? Where are you?!?"

Chrissy: "I'm here!"

Sandra: "We're here! Where are you?!?"

Chrissy: "I'm here! In Peoria!"

Sandra: "What?!? We're in Champaign!!!!! You said, 'here', and I assumed your place in Champaign!"

Chrissy: "I'm in Peoria! At Suzie's!!"

Sandra/Chrissy: "Aaaaahhhh!!"

Mike: *laughing ass off*


So that was the beginning of the night. Luckily, nothing else quite as dramatic happened. We finally make it to Suzie's, and are only slightly late to the A Perfect Circle show. Which, by the way, was incredibly fantastic. It was totally worth the Champaign detour to see. They put on such a great show. I was in awe. Yay for APC!


In other news, my car is getting new struts put on it, so I am now driving a Lumina (oooooh). I don't know why, but everytime I say "Lumina", I have to add an "oooooh" to the end of it. The car isn't "oooooh"-worthy, but I do it anyway. It's about 800 miles overdue for an oil change and is starting to stink. I hope it doesn't break down before I get mine back.

One more thing that I got from Sean's blog:


1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I lovable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think that way about me now?
7. What do you think my weakness is?
8. Do you think I'll get married?
9. What makes me happy?
10. What makes me sad?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do you know me?
14. When's the last time you saw me?
15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. Do you think I could kill someone?
17. Describe me in one word.
18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?

Update update.


Alright, so I don't really like my job anymore. I mean, it's a fun place to work and all, but I'm not a salesperson. I hate that when someone buys something, we try to push them to buy more. Especially the friggin' Replay cards. I can't explain what they are. I know how they work in my mind, but when I try to explain- it's crap. I've sold two, both I'm sure, by accident. I'm good at EVERYTHING else that we have to do there, but selling things. I help customers find things quick and easy like, I'm a money whiz, cleaning and straightening ain't no thang, and being a friendly person is easy as pie. Blah to selling. If I don't get to keep the job after Christmas, I won't be heartbroken, because when it comes down to it- I'm sure that's what they'll look for. There's also this one kid that I want to poke in the eye with a blank tape. His name is Paul Jackson. This kid is one of THOSE people. I'll give a countdown as to why I hate him:

5) He looks just like Kyle McMillen. Now, while I liked that kid, Kyle looks a lot like Anthony Michael Hall, ergo- Paul reminds me a lot of Anthony Michael Hall. One day I'm expecting Bill Paxton to come in and give him a wedgie- I hope he does. (If you got that reference...we're nerds. If not- you are cooler than the rest of us.)

4) He never looks happy. Sometimes his face looks like he's in pain.

3) He's such an ass-kisser. He's so irritating with his lips on our managers' asses.

2) He's always checking his numbers. It seems like after every sale, he goes to the computer to see what he's sold. After that, he asks our manager what he's sold this past week, and what he needs to sell by the end.

1) He's nice to me, so I can't hate him to his face.

Piss off, Paul Jackson!

Anyway- happy things with work:

`Brett Zerfowski works there now. That kid makes me smile. We had Math 116 together back in the day. I don't think he goes to Richland anymore though. He's such a nice and nerdy guy. Yay for Brett!
`Today we get an even bigger discount. I like days like these.
`Tonight it's just me and manager Mike. If I were an ass-kisser, I would take advantage of this. Too bad I'm not. I swear to you, if Paul ends up working tonight too- check the papers tomorrow.
"...and I said, how 'bout a revolution..."

I got a 105% on my photography portfolio. Uma! Thurman! That's exciting. I kinda wish I was taking Photo II next semester, but not really. I like it, but not enough to keep it up. I'll miss my class though. At first, I didn't like them because they were some annoying girls, but in the end we all bonded together. It was like Real World, photo style. "10 strangers picked to work in a photo lab..." Ginger would have been kicked out of the lab for sure, though. She stayed annoying throughout.

Come visit me tonight. Sign up for a Replay card, or buy a Movie Trivia Calander. Make me feel worthwhile.

Ok, I changed the colors. Not so trippy now. Eat it.

I haven't much to say. School is almost over. Hooray.

Oh, did you know that Johnny Depp was in Platoon? I did not. I didn't even notice him until I saw the credits. It was even one of the picture credits. Weirdness. He was an important character and I didn't know it.
So, that movie wasn't so bad for a war film. I'm too much of a girl to get anything out of them, but I kinda liked this one. Willam DeFoe is the greatest. I think he's one of my favorite actors.

That's all, I'm done. Come visit me at work tonight!

Hotmail has a new setup and I don't like it. Change is for them young whippersnappers with their digital cameras and photo phones. Does Zack Morris ring a bell with anyone? Eh, eh?

For anyone who knows Amber Tucker (Giles now), we're placing bets on how long her marriage lasts. It's for $3 and a tube of chapstick. So far Jessica says 18 months, I say 20 months, and Chrissy says 23 months. Any other bets?? Yes, I know it's terrible for us to be doing this, but hey- chapstick is a valuble commodity. Especially to the addicts.
I heart Jessica-- Jac7205: im worse than you though, i was the maid of honor.........i shouldnt be making bets on their inevitable divorce. Tee hee.

Today was a good day. I got a 100% on my photo assignments. Not to brag or anything, but yeah- no one else in my class did. So, yes, I'm bragging. Woo ha! Got you all in check! I don't want to jinx it, but I'm fairly confident that I will do the same on my final portfolio. It's due next Wednesday but I'm going to turn it in Monday and get an extra five points. baBAM!!!


"Before their eyes your head lifts towards the sky and theat's the last thing they'll remember of you. You've become a ghost. You're floating somewhere in between the waking world and a landscape of dreams. Well it's nothing but dying."

You're just the happy go-lucky type. You might have
your pet peeves, but other than that, you're
mainly calm. Blending in with your
surroundings, you're the type of person who
everyone likes. Usually it's you who cracks
jokes at social gatherings - after all,
laughter is the best medicine. Sometimes you
pretend to be stupid, but in all actuality, you
could be the next Einstein.


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I think I'm starting to get sick. I'm kind of feverish. Last night I had a tummy ache. I fell asleep at Zach's around 11 and didn't wake up until 2 in the am. That's not long, but when you're over at someone else's house it seems like forever. Today I had the hot cheeks, headache, and all-around not good feeling. I'm also really tired. The fever feeling faded in and out today, but still- yuh key.

I was in the photo lab most of the day. The morning session was mainly just me getting my panning done (which I did finally- w00t!!), but the evening session was way fun. We had the radio on and Outkast came on so DeCarlos and I shook our butts together. I'm gonna miss DeCarlos. I hope I see him some next semester. If not, I can just look at the many "Picture yourself at Richland" billboards scattered about Decatur. He's the black guy on the far left. If you ever see him in person- tease him about it. He likes it. He's a Decatur celebrity! He also wants to steal me from Zach. "It's time for a new lion," he says. Whatever- DeCarlos is a whore. He was telling us yesterday about how he went down on a girl and came back up with a pubic hair stuck in between his two front teeth, but he couldn't do anything about it because by that time they were, um, playing chess? It was such a disturbing story, but dang was it hilarious. Dirty dirty in the photo lab.

Sarah Flemming is missing and I don't like it.

"You are a TOY! You are an action figure. YOU are a CHILD'S PLAY THING!!!!"