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no matter how many times i write it, see it, feel it, think it, discuss it, mention it... i'll never get used to it. | comments: Leave a comment   |
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| a young boy in a red t-shirt vomited into the trash can at work this evening.
i was wiping off the counter while stevie was doing "active sampling" when i heard a strange sound, one much like coughing and gagging. this was followed by spitting.
i thought 'i hope that kid is not puking in the trash can.'
he was.
then i hear the woman who was with him tell him to call his mom because they're going home.
i continue to wipe down counters and soon move out to the tables in the "lobby". stevie comes back from her gallavanting around the store and i rush over to her, whispering 'i think that kid in the red t-shirt just puked into the trash can.' she laughs a horrified laugh and walks briskly to the backroom. i stay where i am. 'well come ON' she says. i follow her. we discuss it for a while. we agree there's not much we can do. we don't even call over a manager, because what are they going to do? smell it?
later on, stevie sees the boy in the red t-shirt rush over to the same trash can and spit into it again.
now what really grinds my gears about the whole situation is not so much that the children threw up, vomited, puked, up-chucked in the trash can, but that the adult who was with him (presumably his grandmother) did not tell us that the child had thrown up. if my child vomited into a trash can, i would tell the people whom the trash can belongs to. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| grinder machine calibrator man: your name is nathalie?
me: my name is nat(h)alie.
GMCM: but there's a TH.
me: the H is silent. it's french. it's not the way it's spelled on my birth certificate. i added the H when i was eight.
GMCM: did you have a lisp?
me: no. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| i realized today that i accidentally registered for the wrong math class for the fall semester. oops. there is a "change your schedule" day on july 17th so i'll fix it then. i'm going in that day anyway because i want all my classes (with the exception of beginning french I on monday nights) to be on tuesdays and thursdays. that way i'll be able to not work on thursdays or fridays ever and go straight to boston on thursday afternoons. tory will be in boston and i like him, i guess.
i'm really excited about the fall. it's my first time registered as a full-time student, carrying a full course load of four classes. as it stands at the moment, i have methods of literary studies, history of western philosophy, beginning french I, and survey of mathematics, which i have to switch because i need developmental mathematics because math is not my strong suit. i much prefer words. plus, i'll be working at borders still and that will be good. and tory will be good too.
everything will be better, between us and world, this upcoming school year. obviously i'm not looking forward to spending so many nights without him resting peacefully by my side, but i feel like the time is going to fly by. we'll both be so busy, with work and school and whatever else we decide to neatly fit into our schedules. he'll have a major that better suits him, a dorm that isn't so stiffling and claustrophobic, a roommate that doesn't hang out in his boxer/briefs for a few hours, and his sister and her boyfriend on campus so he's not spending so much by himself. isolating ourselves is something we both fall into all too easily. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| wow. my last update was in august and it is now almost thanksgiving. my how the time flies.
those fucking SATs are over and now i have to wait for my scores. a point of advice for all you pre-SAT-ers: i guarantee they (=the man) will turn a three-and-a-half hour exam into almost five hours. promise. i was fuming. i was beside myself in anger. standardized tests are the devil because everyone works at their own pace. some finish early and some need a little extra time. even when i slow myself down, i would still sit and twiddle my thumbs until the time was called. they treat you like you're ignorant and beneath them, just because you're an adolescent. never, ever condescend to me because you will hear about it. i was ready to blow up at the proctor and she couldn't have done a thing about it because i'm not at doherty, let alone in the public school system.
the point is: i did it, i did my best, and now it is over. yay.
work is going fantastically, thanks for asking. i love working at pacsun and all the people i work with. we're hiring a lot of new people and i'm looking forward to [hopefully] helping them figure out the registers. holiday season is quickly approaching, and it is going to suck. all the stores already have their christmas decorations up, the mall is all dec'ed out, even santa claus is there already. IT'S NOT EVEN THANKSGIVING YET! i believe the only people i will seeing, outside of work, home, and school, would be j and s. it's going to be crazy, people. nearly everyone is working on black friday, the busiest and most popular shopping day of the year. i cannot wait. at least i will be making more money.
school is going, going, going. i did fantastically well on my last psych exam. who knew reading everything would actually pay off? psych is absolutely my favorite class, because it's more interesting, fewer people, and the professor is awesome. i do better in that class, even though i lost my cyllabus, then in my american art class. which i'm continuing only because i can't drop it. five more weeks left, two exams. i can do it.
i spoke with the assistant admissions director to figure out what i have to do to be accepted, officially. my SAT scores will need to be submitted, the application filled out, i might write the optional essay just because, my grades from these two classes (^), and i have to re-take the GED because i did not score high enough. i've accepted that fact and am moving on. let's just get it done. i've decided to be an english major, and i'm going to take introduction to literature (!!!) next semester, so my grades in that class will also matter, i'm sure. yay. last stressful thing and then i'm done. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| happy birthday to me
happy birthday to me
happy birthday dear nattieeeeee
happy birthday to me.
kthnxbye
(happy early bday vanizzle fo' shizzle) | | comments: Leave a comment |
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www.myspace.com/she_was_electric | | comments: Leave a comment |
| when he called, i didn't recognize his voice. a clear sign.
i resented the fact that he woke me up, when usually i wouldn't care, i would just be so happy to hear his voice.
he asked what was wrong. i had no intention of telling him on the phone. the memory of 'us' deserves more than that.
he'd never completely trusted me so it was no surprise when he asked if there was someone else.
it doesn't bother me to imagine him in someone else's arms.
i never said i'm sorry. that's the worst thing anyone could possibly say.
he constantly referenced the letters i wrote to him. the letters i wrote to him almost 3 months ago.
i used to write i'll always love you.
little did either one of us know, at the time, that always would be so short.
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| | Current Music: | Feel Flows- the Beach Boys | | Time: | 02:26 pm |
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| he gave me one last kiss good-bye, then another, and another, and another, and another. he justified each kiss by claiming one more for the road. justification was never necessary.
"i love you," he said.
"i love you, too," i said. "i love you this much." and held out my arms as far as they could reach.
"i have to go," he said.
i closed my arms around him, tears streaming down my face. "no." he buried his face in my neck.
we stood there like that, clutching each other tight, trying to breathe from crying, for what seemed like hours.
"i have to go," he said.
i nodded. "i know."
"i'm going to miss the crap out of you."
"don't leave me."
"i have to baby. don't forget about me."
"i couldn't even if i tried."
with that he was crying again.
and then he opened the door, letting in a rush of cold air.
"you have my heart," he told me.
and then he was gone. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 05:19 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/square/y/happy.gif) accomplished |
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| silly silly state. they've given me permission to drive a car. on the road.
silly silly [and slightly freaky] RMV.
i am eagerly awaiting three [3] posters for my [almost] fantasticly remodeled bedroom. "I <3 NY," "The Dreamers," and guns n roses. i shall bid farewell to those old standbys: Bridget Jones's Diary, Lost in Translation, and...alas... Stand By Me. SBM you are gone, but most sincerely not forgotten. and NO jessica marie, you cannot have it.
however, if anyone wants the other two, or Finding Nemo, Sixteen Candles, Spiderman, or Ferris Bueller's Day Off, don't be shy. ask. i'll gladly give them to you, for free. there are also some DVDs and CDs. but those i'm taking to newbury comics/jelly's, so get 'em while they're hot.
[just like me. ha. i'm crazy.]
LOVELOVELOVE
me
<3
currently reading: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream [and apparently the american dream is to have a red convertible full of narcotics and other illegal drugs and drive it around the west coast, all the while staying just one step ahead of the feds. and YES it's a book, not just a movie. in fact it was a book BEFORE it was a movie. ] by hunter s. thompson. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| umm score...
 | You scored as Avenue Q. The memory you'll tell your grandkids about most is when you got to see puppets having sex on-stage! Outrageousness or vulgarity are your middle names! Internet really IS for porn!
Avenue Q | | 67% | Wicked | | 38% | Hairspray | | 29% | Grease | | 29% | Cats | | 21% | Les Miserables | | 17% | </td>
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| he's not going to australia
i just hope it's not completely because of me because i don't want him to look back on the whole thing and think of me as the girl who kept him from australia for two-point-five months. he could get bitter.
but...
he's not going to australia.
[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| the other night, sam was here until 4:30 in the morning. it was amazing. we didn't even fool around, we just lay in my nice warm bed under the nice warm covers and talked. we talked about nearly everything, with the exception of his going to australia for two and a half months, which is consistently looming over our heads like a torrential downpour.
it's the greatest feeling in the world having someone you can tell everything to, even your deepest darkest secrets.
i am in love.
and i love it.
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| "look at your little pile of pop culture over there"
- sam, the brother, about my presents.
the highlights include:
~ FINALLY My So-Called Life on dvd. aaaand my life is complete. mmm, jordan catalano. *faint*
~ To Kill A Mockingbird. 'nuff said.
~ CDs, most notable being the Garden State soundtrack and cream, Wheels of Fire.
~ two words. mary poppins.
~ james dean calendar.
~ On the Road. jack kerouac. word.
~ Memorable Moments from the Movies.
it's all so i'll look like i belong in new york when i move there. i do belong in new york so it all evens out.
hi. call me. i have nothing to do this week.
I LOVE YOU! | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| when did it become christmas eve? the last thing i remember was my birthday.
it's been a whirlwind since september.
christmas carol. is. over. it's finally over. let us rejoice. *rejoices like a maniac on the floor* granted, it was nice. seven days a week for a month i was there, rain or shine, sleet or snow. i love it there, but egads! there's only so much a sixteen year old girl can take. i'll miss MB. that's about it. it's not like i'm never going to be at foothills ever again. not until monday, anyway.
let us not forget about weathervane.
weathervane + christmas carol = one sick nattie.
i missed The Nutcracker today. motherfuckingsonuvabitchstomach. *sigh*
these are movies i want to see:
The Aviator
The Incredibles
Finding Neverland
and these are the movies i want to see regardless of reviews:
The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
Phantom of the Opera
and this is the movie i want to see regardless of what my parents said:
Closer
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| 01. Who are you, what's our relationship?:
02. How and where did we meet?:
03. What's my middle name?:
04. How long have you known me?:
05. When you first met me, what was your impression?:
06. Birthday:
07. Color eyes:
08. Do I have any siblings?:
09. Tell me one good thing about myself:
10. Have you ever had a crush on me?:
11. Describe me in 3 words:
12. Name 5 things I love:
13. Do you think I'm good looking?:
14. How would you describe me to someone?:
15. Would you ever make a move on me?:
16: If we could spend a day together, what would we do?:
17: Have we ever gotten in a fight?:
18: Do you think we will be friends for at least 3 or 4 more years?:
19. Do you think I'll get married?:
20. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it:
21. What do you think my weakness is?:
22. What makes me happy?:
23. What makes me sad?:
24. What reminds you of me?:
25. If you could give me anything, what would it be?:
26. When's the last time you saw me?:
27. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?:
28. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?:
29. If I was an ice cream flavor, which would I be and why?:
30. What song (if any) reminds you of me?:
31. If you could change one thing about me, what would it be?:
32. Do I cross your mind at least 1 time a day?:
33. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you?: | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| i like it when he calls.
i like it even more when he calls when he says he will.
and that, my friends, has yet to happen.
it's one of the three things that i must discuss with him.
i like him though.
a lot.
so, how's your life?
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