One among the masses

2004-07-12T06:55:00.000-04:00

2003-05-12T22:47:00.000-04:00

Thank God I didn't buy a trailer, right? I forgot that I was thinking about doing that... What a surprise to read that old

post... I felt inspired to write start 'blogging' again, and then I have to see THAT, and then I'm reminded of how close I

come to making bad choices in my life. Whew, that was a narrow miss!

I went on a web-page-building spree last week... and updated my
href=http://www.angelfire.com/mi2/spacecowgirl/cornisgood.html>website last week. I spent at least 8 full hours working

on all of that, and today I see that quite a few of my pages say "Egypt in December" at the top. Why do they say that, you

wonder? Well, because I was cut and pasting the code from my Egypt in December page, and I didn't notice I had that title in

there. And now I'm too damn lazy to go delete it.

My big problem= I never finish anything! Just ask my boss or my dad. Or, for proof, just go look at my site. What a shame.

2003-02-18T21:26:00.000-05:00

Wow, it's the middle of February.

I got a job, people. Wohoo. I've been looking for a job for eons. A few weeks ago I got a job selling Cingular phones at Best Buy... yeah, that lasted a whole day and a half, and then I left mid-shift. It was so freakin' boring. I just stood there watching people walking around. I won't even go into how horribly boring that job was. I seriously have no tolerance to work at a job that I don't like.

Anyway, let me stay focused. I started my new job today. I'm working as an Associate Photographer now. I get the feeling I won't be photographing much though. It's awesome that I get to stay in photography, cuz I DO like that. Even if I will just be handling the back-end of the studio it will be fun.

Okay, are you ready for a White Trash Update?

I think I'm going to buy a trailer. I have two choices. 1. Rent a 650 sq. foot apartment for about $650 a month. 2. Buy a trailer for $20,000 and pay about that for 950 sq. feet.

Hey, shouldn't I qualify for welfare if I live in a trailer? Isn't that how it works? ;)

2002-12-08T15:12:00.000-05:00

The stalker is now a Message-Leaving-Stalker! Ooooooooh! Scary! *shaking violently from the scary stuff*

2002-12-02T03:09:00.000-05:00

I'm not gonna update my blog for a bit... I'm being stalked!! hah... sort-of. If you think you may be my stalker, then you probably are. (inciting fear into my readers hearts)

Weird-o.

2002-11-21T16:38:00.000-05:00

I've been playing The Sims Online for a few days now. It's so fun! Yay TSO!

As of now I have a room-mate (he's a 19 year old college student, in real life) and a small-ish house. The game is in it's beta phase, so... it's still got some quirks.

2002-11-18T15:48:00.000-05:00

oh, this is what my hair looked like before... well, this was durring the summer... (my hair is curly, btw)

2002-11-18T15:42:00.000-05:00

I dyed my hair. I saved some highlights (tied them up and put a baggie on them), and dyed the rest dark. Wow, I should be a hair-dresser.

The last time I got my hair hightlighted she went overboard. She wanted me to look like Kelly from American Idol (? Don't ask... I usually let my sylist do whatever she wants)... but instead I looked very blonde and blah-ish. So.. yay.

2002-11-18T15:15:00.000-05:00

I just registerd! WOOHOO!

ANTH 140 Introduction to Prehistoric Anthropology 3 hrs
A survey of the evolution of human societies using materials from primate studies,
early man, and archeological findings.
Prereq: ANTH 135.

ANTH 150 Introductory Archeology 3 hrs
A general survey of the field of archeology; the methodologies and analyses
employed in the study of prehistoric cultures.
Prereq: ANTH 135.

ANTH 200 Writing for Anthropology 3 hrs
This course will teach students the necessary writing and research skills for
anthropology. Students will also learn how to use library resources for anthropological
research.
Prereq: Sophomore, junior, or senior standing. ANTH 135, ENGL 121, and one
additional anthropology course at the 100, 200 or 300 level.

FLAN 279 Intermediate Arabic 3 hrs
This course will teach students fundementals of Arabic grammar and sentence composition.
Students will learn skills to communicate effectivly with native Arabic speakers.
Prereq: FLAN 179 Begining Arabic

Online:

FA 100 Art Appreciation 3 hrs
The aim is to acquaint students with art philosophies, their elements, principles,
and values. Non-art majors or minors only.

INDT 150 Understanding Technology 3 hrs
A course to develop basic technological literacy by providing an introduction to
technological concepts and problems and to the technology literature. Several
concrete technological systems and their dynamics, particularly as they relate to
society.

For those of you who are not math wizzes, I'm taking 18 credits this sememster. This could be a mistake, but I figure the two online classes will be easy. So... I dunno.

And if you didn't know... My major is Social Science. You choose 3 areas in which to focus. The choices are American History, World History, Geography, Sociology, Anthropology, and Political Science. I chose World History and Anthropology, and I still haven't decided on the third. Geography maybe? Sociology is too similar to Anthropology, so I don't think I want to choose that. Political Science is incredibly dull. American History might be interesting...? I'm not so sure. Anywho.

What do I want to be when I grow up? Well, I thought I wanted to be a diplomat. I'm not sure about that now. I don't think I want to spend my whole life roaming the globe. If I ever learn Arabic I could get into translation... I think I'd be an excelent teacher, but I don't know if I care to get my teaching certificate. I'd like to study evolution. I'd like a job where I help with intercultural communication. Maybe working for the CIA? Maybe not. Maybe working for some Non-Profit in D.C.? Maybe not.

2002-11-18T13:49:00.000-05:00

I made a page with my books...!!

Books!

2002-11-18T00:37:00.000-05:00

Has The Clinton Fall Festival really come this far? I mean... they actually have a web-site? Holy smokes. This is amazing.

2002-11-18T00:28:00.000-05:00

You're the "baby" of schwarz. You lived a pretty fuxked up childhood just like your teammates. However, it didn't quite make you as psychotic and bitter as the rest of Schwarz. You are generally good-natured and mild-mannered. You're shy, reserved, innocent, and quiet... you also seem to be in love with a psycho [boy] who is 2yrs [4yrs, actually] your senior. The downfall? You are way too much like Omi...minus the excess tears. You are not only a wuss but highly indecisive and Bradley basically plots your life chart for you. Stop angsting and grow a backbone my [girl]...

What member of Schwarz are you?

(how cool is that? hah... I'm not sure what Schwarz is besides my family's last name)

2002-11-17T17:44:00.000-05:00

Okay... on evolution...

So, the book I just bought is about evolution and societies and such. I guess the author is going to explain his theory on why some civilizations thrived, and others did not... but, I just have this (probably) over-simplistic thought in my head, so... I'm going to leave it here.

Okay, so as a species, we originated in Africa. The last continents to be inhabited were the Americas and the far east, right? So. As of NOW the countries that are the most "advanced" happen to be the countries that were populated the most recently. So... I'm wondering if there is some correlation between the personalities of the people who populate new lands and the success of those societies?

We all started out in Africa, and some people started venturing north and east... did those people have a "certian something"? Were they the ones who were a little smarter? A little braver? So then when the got up to say... Germany... and it was cold... the ones who survived would have been the ones who were inventive and intellegent. So, over time, the only people who survived in Germany were all pretty smart and inventive (it's been proven that smart parents have smart kids... genetics or something, I think).

And on more recent fronts... the people who came over to America (the US, I mean)... were they the balsy Europeans... were the the ones who were "a little wild"? Were they the rich ones? Were they the trend-setters? The rebels? Does the society in the US thrive as it does today as a repricussion of the traits of the people who originally came over from Europe? (Native Americans must forgive my obvious oversight...)

Corinne

2002-11-17T16:24:00.000-05:00

"These people don't have tanks. They don't have ships. They hide in caves. They send suiciders out."—G.W. Bush- Speaking about terrorists, Portsmouth, N.H., Nov. 1, 2002 (from Slate's "Bushisms")

Bush was put under general for a routine
colonoscopy... Mind you... this is a procedure that usually occurs "drug free". Ladies and Gentelmen... can I make a proposition?

- Bush has problems with "being a man". He has probably suffered quite a bit for this... I can just see his dad/cousins/brothers on his ass about it... "You're such a pussy G.W.!"... therefore he needs to go to war to 'prove himself'. I mean, it makes perfect sense! hah... it does!

2002-11-15T16:43:00.000-05:00

Not that you all care about my job... so I'm not going to go into detail... but I put my two weeks in today. I mean, I work there just so I have something to do... I make less then 200 bucks every two weeks, so it's not like it's a money thing.

Well, the manager is always riding my freakin' ass. I work 1.5 hours a night... 5 days a week. Yet she finds reasons to bitch constantly. Now, let me say... I AM a hard worker, and I do my job well. Have no doubt!

She called me today bitching about "Why don't you do laundry?" when I apologized and said blah blah blah (you don't care)... oh nevermind, nobody cares about this.

Funniest site ever?

Maddox's. You've really got to spend some time reading that site... gaw it's funny.

but can I take a minute to bitch about web-sites? Why use black as the background color? To annoy me? To fit in? I hate it. What is more annoying then using black as a background color? Using small-ass fonts that I have to squint to read... it takes too much effort.

Examples?
Snowblind. Now, it seems like this might be a good site, but who has the patience to squint? Oh wait, I just looked at some stuff on that site... it is pretty boring after all... anyway...

"Infinite Nothingness". Again... black... the font is okay... but why BLACK!?

Wait, what's this? This might be interesting.

Mind you, those links may or may not be interesting... but... whatever. I'm not forcing you to click.

2002-11-14T14:18:00.000-05:00

2002-11-14T14:10:00.000-05:00

I'm addicted to those emails that have millions of questions...

Full name: Corinne Rose Cecila Alsaidy

D.O.B.: April 28, 1978

Siblings?: Christy

What city were you born in?: Southfield

Nickname: Cori, Corn

Piercings: None

Tatoos: Nada

How many jobs have you had: a lot... ten or so.

Favorite Restaurant: Anything Mexican

Funniest person you know is: Mmm... Mikey

Favorite song of all time: ? Habibi Ya Nour El Ain? Or... I don't know.
I'm not 'into' music.

Favorite movie of all time: Dirty Dancing, Anna and the King

Would you ever bungee jump: hell no

Worst food in the world: Eggplant

McDonalds or BK: Burger King

Tubbys or Subway: Tubby's is better, but I eat Subway more.

Your favorite job you had: Radio Shack with Leena

Favorite actor: Anthony Hopkins

Favorite actress: Ashley Judd

Have you ever kissed the same sex: Well, I was kiss-raped.

Least favorite word: What a gay question. I don't have word prefrences.

Are you currently in love: Uh-Huh.

How many states have you been to: 45?

Who is the last person you kissed/made out with: Midu

Do you know anybody that lives in another country: yes

Pop or Juice: Pop (cherry coke!)

Ever met anyone famous: Bill Pulman, and Gurrera and whoever (some
wrestlers)

Dream vacation place: Tahiti, Belize, Kenya

Favorite month: June? Anything summer-ish

I have no clue why it's so fun to tell all of my friends what they already know. Jami forwarded this one to me... it's kinda weird that we have a lot in common. It maybe shouldn't be that weird, since I've known her forever, but... it still is. Or something.

I did the alcoholic thing last night... I drank (got drunk, even) alone. I swear, every month before el periodo comes I get the urge to be a lush. Does anyone have any insight on that?

I'm convinced that some people are morons. I've known this for a while, but this article confirms it. People talking about how car dealerships "hold them hostage" and won't return their car keys until they buy/lease a new car... One guy says, "I went into the car dealer at 7:30 p.m. After my car was examined for trade-in, the dealer refused to give my keys back to me. I was kept in a small room with two salesmen. At midnight I called a friend to come help me get out of the deal they were trying to complete. When he arrived they took him into another small room and offered him pizza and kept him from speaking with me until 1:30 a.m. -- when I signed a lease deal so that I could go home." Now, are you a moron, guy? You don't have the balls to get your keys back? Holy shmokies... if someone did this to me I'd scream bloody murder... NOT sign a deal so "I could go home". Retard.

The article says "Did you know that you're paying for an auto dealer's vacation every time you purchase a car? You won't believe the incentives the folks down at an auto dealership get for taking your money.". Well, this is surprising? Scandalous? If you're surprised that sales-people get bonuses and such for good sales, then you are a moron, too. Sales-people always get bonuses of vacations and such. Jesus. It's not a scam... it's a freakin' bonus! Oh no!! I'm not going to buy a car!! I just know that the sales-person isn't doing this for free, so... forget it! Good God, people.

2002-11-12T18:26:00.000-05:00

Can you believe it? I'm posting in my blog! Woohooo...

Christy sent me two links to journals (Brandon, and Stacey). The funny thing about these journals is that these two people dislike each other... and I have a sick obsession with conflict. Admitedly I'm a bit jealous of Stacey because Christy and Jason think that she is Soooo funny. What about me?! I'm not funny? Argh.

Let me think of some funny stuff...

Well, Christy has already heard this story, but it's funny, so... my new competition for 'funniest ever' deems that I should tell the story here.

I was at school the other day... walking to the elevators. There were some young/dumb/blonde (need I say more?) girls walking ahead of me. They stopped before an open elevator. They were obviously perplexed. "Is it broken?!" "oooh... It must be broken!" "yeah, it's broken!". They walk inside the elevator, look around, walk back out and stare at it. I walk past them and get into the elevator... all eyes are on me... "She doesn't know it's broken!". I push the 7 button and smile as the doors glide shut. Oh, the joy in showing how smart you are! haha... that's funny, right?

Anyway. We are going to Egypt next month, thank God... I've been a bit worried that our trip would have to be canceled due to monetary concerns. As it is now, I will be going to Italy and Greece for the summer. EMU has a study abroad option. It's 4k for 3 credits... ohhhh the price of an Ivy League education! Poor me... anyway... I have to include two staff recommendations in my application packet. Now, is it utterly unusual that I don't talk to any advisors or professors? Most of my classes are either huge or boring, and I don't have a need to be advised or professed. So now I have to weasel my way into 2 of my prof's lives. Which is gay. The classes I have this semester are gay. I'm only taking three... one is COSC 136 (computers), and I'm not asking that perv-o for anything. The other is PSY 203, which is all fine and dandy, but what does my psych. prof. know about my life goals? The last class is ANTH 216, and the prof has no office hours or phone or email. The only way to talk to him is after class, and that's when the 20 other dorks from class want to talk to him. I'm not waiting!

2002-09-16T15:08:00.000-04:00

Um... I'm full. I just ate a lot of no-bake cookies.

Friday night Midu and I stayed home and watched movies. They were boring and blah blah blah. Saturday we were "supposed" to go out with Midu's work-friends. I got all ready to go out, and then he says "they don't wanna go". This wasn't until like 1030. Then of course nobody was home when I called, tryin to make other plans. I got pissy and whined "This always happens, I'm never making plans again!!" Because it DOES always happen... almost every weekend I get ready to do some THING, and then someone cancels. Midu said "lets you and me go out" and I whined about how boring that is, but I agreed. We went downtown. We saw Jami and Chris and Jed and some girl at The Full Moon. Um... then after they left we sat there and had a drink... One drink, because I could feel my headache coming on. Then Leena called, and they all came down... then we went to Oktoberfest, which was stupid. Then we wlked across town and ate at pizza house, which was also stupid. I hate Pizza Houses food. HATE it. Midu was talking to some redhaired girl... and then he knew the manager... he knows every-freakin-body. Like mini-Imad.

2002-09-13T17:23:00.000-04:00

On Terrorism: Didn't it strike ANYONE as funny that three 'men or middle eastern decent' were in a resturant speaking in ENGLISH about terrorism? Hel-lo, people? Wouldn't they be speaking in Arabic? That lady either lied, or they were fucking with her. I doubt anyone would joke around about that, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say "Liar liar pants on fire"

2002-09-13T17:11:00.000-04:00

I took Xander to the park today. I haven't taken him in forever... like months... but Dr. Danes said he's getting chubby, plus I'm already chubby... so, we went. I let him walk of the lead, because he's fairly good about staying with me. At one point he started 'tornado-ing', which is when dogs get a hyper spirt (I meant "spurt" but that word "spirt" looks so funny, I had to leave it) and start running in circles at top speed. Xander can't run all that fast, so it's kinda funny to watch him tornado. He's going going going and I'm standing there giggling at him... then he runs toward me, turns side-ways, jumps, and WHAP!!!! Knocks me over!!!

And then a few seconds later a guy goes running by (haha I'm laughing just typing this) and Xander goes running right along with him... I'm screaming "XANDER!! XAN-DER!! Get back here!!!" and the guy is running running running, and Xander is running running running right next to him, trying to jump up and nip his elbows... haha the guy either didn't notice, or he didn't care. I go running after them, and the guy veers left, and Xander goes straight. The river is straight. He goes down the hill, out of my sight, and sure enough... when I get down there Xander's laying right in the middle of Huron River.

Class was so funny today. The professor is one of those people who is always moving... always walking back and forth, writing stuff on the board... et cetera. Today my laugh fest started when he was writing "Philippines" on the board... then he wants to write "Filippino" but at first he spells it "Philippio" and he notices something wrong. Then he erases the PH and writes F and erases the io and writes io again... and he's moving fast and mumbling about spelling... and in the end he put "Filippo" and I'm smiling (on the verge of laughing... it was just one of those things that struck me as very funny) and a kid in the back goes "FLIPPO!" and a few people laughed (small laughs, mind you), of course I belt out "HA HA!!" and the prof just smiles and leaves it... he had no clue what we were laughing about. Then I quell my laughter, but I can't stop smiling. I know that doesn't seem that funny, like "He just spelled it wrong" but for some reason it was hillarious to me.

The previous prof had used the overhead, so there was an extention cord running across the floor. The prof kept stepping on it while he was lecturing, and then he would kick it (it didn't move). He did this like 20 times... and of course, I'm smiling like a nut... telling myself "don't laugh don't laugh" and trying to hide my face with my hands. Then he's standing there and he goes to shift his weight from one foot to the other, and he loses his balance and starts to tip over... hahah I laugh (out loud). Then I'm smiling huge and crying (but I only did one HA!... thank God I was keeping this whole ordeal more or less silent) and five minutes later, it happens again.

THEN, the other thing I laughed at... This man writes anything and everything on the board... today some kid was talking about some point (I obviously was having a hard time paying attention to the actual class) and the prof agreed, so he writes YES! on the board, and I laugh... ahha I was so embarrased by my lack of social-control... but jesus this stuff was funny!

And on Scott and Kasey (97.1) today they were talking about "What have you stolen from your job" and I'm ROLLING I was laughing so hard, and of course I'm in the car, so I musta looked like a bloody fool. I'm trying to remember what was so funny... well, this girl called in and said "When I was 16 and minimum wage was like 5.75 an hour [isn't it STILL 5.75 an hour? She's what, 17 now?] I used to steal condoms from my job" and they talked to her about that, and then Scott was like "Man, I wasn't even having sex 16 years ago... What's that, how old am I? 16 plus 16 is 32. I'm 32." haha I smile, and then Kasey goes "What was that, a math quiz?" ahah and I'm like "BAHH HA HAA!" haha. I'm laughing now!! hah oh lord did someone slip me some laughing-pills (?)?
C

2002-09-09T16:17:00.000-04:00

Findyourspot.com... after you take the quiz it will tell you the best place for you to live. My places were Hampton Virginia, Chatanooga Tenesee, and somewhere in South Carolina... hmm. *nod nod* sounds good to me!

2002-09-09T14:55:00.000-04:00

So if you know me, you know it's hot in this apartment. No air, remember? Chad's idea was to close all the vents EXCEPT the ones in the living room, that way it would at least be cool there. Well, that worked for like an hour. Then the cold air started blowing out hot. Then someone told me to do it like they did it in the "olden days". Get a sheet wet, and hang it in the window, that way the breeze would blow through, and viola! Natural Air! No. It doesn't work. Don't bother trying.

2002-09-09T14:51:00.000-04:00

People with my name... they look weird. "Corinne"

2002-09-09T14:33:00.000-04:00

Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz

2002-09-09T14:27:00.000-04:00

I'm going to "cheat" with this post. This is actually an email I sent to leena. It includes all that I want to say, so I'm just going to cut and paste it.

Oh morons.

Okay, moron. This is what happened in my foreign affairs class.. how can one girl be so dumb?

The prof is talking about missionaries... you know, the Protestants that went to Africa or wherever to convert people?

Well, he says "Does anyone know anybody who's ever done mission work? Anything to share?"

And a girl raises her hand, and he asks her what she's learned or whatever.

She says "My mom was a missionary in New Guinea ( ?) in the 60's"

And he says "Oh, did she tell you about that?"

She says "Yes"

He says... "ahh... well, what kind of stuff did she tell you?"

She says "All kinds of stuff"

He does a little uncomfortable cough and fake smiles and says "Anything you'd like to share?"

She says "oh, She showed me pictures. They are a lot shorter then us!"

He says "oh. Hmm. Great... ah... anything else?"

She says "Well, not really."

Jesus Christ.

Do you know what light is the worst light ever? No, not the light at LeForge... the light at carpenter and washtenaw is the worst. Why?

Well, it's never the same... sometimes the left turn lane goes first, sometimes the go straight lane goes first. So if you get in the left turn lane and then you see the go straight is green, you think "Damn... oh well... I'll just have to wait a little longer I guess". Then everyone around you goes, your light is still red. Then the go straight light is GREEN AGAIN! And you wait wait wait.

And also, say you want to turn left, and you're stuck behind the second light, you know, the one before the exit ramp? And then everyone from the ramp is piling in the road, all of them are trying to squeeze in the lanes... and then your light (left turn) starts blinking red, so you go to GO up to the next light and they are STILL squeezing in... and then it turns green and they are STILL squeezin in? IT is SO annoying. They do NOT have the god-damn right-of-way, but they seem to think they do.

And you must love the guy who is in front of you (at any light)... the guy is turned all the way around in his god-damn seat, looking through shit in his BACK seat and the light is green. You sit there for like 10 seconds, waiting for him to turn around and drive. Then you get fed up (after 11 seconds) and honk one time "beeeh". You make sure the honk is short so that he knows it's a nice "helping you out" honk as opposed to the long "go you fucking moron" honk. Then what does the guy do? You know. He looks at you and flips you off. Then he goes.

I hate those people. If you are driving and someone honks at you for something you are DOING WRONG you do NOT have the right to be pissed off. EXPECIALLY if it's a "helping you out honk". If you are doing something (minor) wrong and someone gives you the "go you fucking moron" honk you DO have the right to get mad, but you also have to realize that you were DOING SOMETHING WRONG.

2002-08-29T20:35:00.000-04:00

Yeti Proof? There was a hair found in the Himalayas that scientest can not identify. They say it's not human/bear/goat or any other known species... Weird, eh?

2002-08-29T20:20:00.000-04:00

"How many times do I have to tell you!" You can now leave me little messages. It will be so fun. Click where it says "Comments" at the top of the post. Think about how happy I'll be when I see that you commented!

Midu finnaly (two n's or one?) figured out how to dance. I'm serious! Last night we were sitting here and Eminem was on, and he was actually dancing TO THE BEAT! I said "Oh my god, Midu, you're dancing, and you don't look like a dork!". This is news, people!

And he also has a Bob Marley CD.

What's going ON with my husband? He can dance all of a sudden, he is listening to Bob Marley, and he likes Nikki from American Idol? Is this the same man?

Midu's been cleaning the house all day while I laze around. I haven't done a THING. I feel guilty, but... oh well. :)

C

2002-08-29T03:16:00.000-04:00

OH MY GOD. I just wrote some huge ass post for my blog, and then IE shut down. I lost it.

Basicly this is what I said: Zak is moving to Ann Arbor. (yay)
Stupid Videos, a site for my mom. Not that she ever reads this, but it's nice of me to think of her, right?
Midu thinks Nikki is hot. This is a surprise because Midu NEVER says girls are hot, even if they are... he just says "She's okay". So this means he thinks she's REALLY hot.
That's it.

It was actually a long ass post, but OH WELL. hmph!

Leena wants to plan our pregnancies (when we decide to get prego, that is) so that we're both prego at the same time. hah... How FUN!

That's it. Night.

2002-08-28T14:16:00.000-04:00

The American Idol web page is hillarious. They have a video wall of various clips from the show, try-outs, and stuff. Blondie, Amanda, and Derek are MUST SEES, is that for real?

My pick for winner is Kelly. Maybe Justin will win, but I'm thinking KELLY. She sings like a soul princess.

The other thing that is so interesting to me is slate.com's Everyday Economics. These people figure out why we walk on stairs and not elevators, why tall people really make more money. Solid facts for issues that I'd always thought of as Un-solveable. (or, issues I've never thought of)

Oh and Slate's "Bushisms" are hillarious.

"And so, in my State of the—my State of the Union—or state—my speech to the nation, whatever you want to call it, speech to the nation—I asked Americans to give 4,000 years—4,000 hours over the next—the rest of your life—of service to America. That's what I asked—4,000 hours." —G. Bush- Bridgeport, Conn., April 9, 2002"

2002-08-27T00:03:00.000-04:00

How annoying. The first week at work I got called into the office about "my fear of animals". (Did I already talk about this?) Then the next week they called me in to tell me how WONDERFUL I was doing, and can I please train the new girl. I was quite confused, it was just the week before that I was worried about getting fired, now they tell me I'm doing better then expected of a new person, good enough even to train another new person. I got on somewhat of a high-horse, thinking that they must be really impressed with me to already have me training (right?).

Then today I get to work and the manager lady calls me and Amelia (the new girl I trained) up front. She says that the clinic is a disaster, we're not cleaning good enough. We need to be re-trained. So she re-trains us, but she didn't provide us with any NEW information, just the same old stuff. And I told her this, and I asked her if she could give me some specific examples of what we're NOT doing, so we can do it. She never answered that question, she just kept telling us how to do our job, which was nothing new.

So I'm confused. I mean, I wan't to do a 'good job', but I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong... and don't they realize that they are sending HELLA mixed messages?

Okay, and what else?

Oh, I washed my scrubs (uniform) there on Friday night, since I didn't want to pay 2.00 to wash it HERE (you know, it's two bucks for a load of laundry, and I'm not gonna wash my uniform with my good clothes). Well, guess what? Someone TOOK it. Who goes around taking other peoples UNIFORMS? It's a small clinic, maybe 5 people work there... so who took it? So annoying.

AND

I was walking a dog (Tesse), and we were crossing the parking-lot and some van comes FLYING top speed around the corner and came within five feet of hitting the dog. I mean JESUS!! They were going at least 25mph AROUND A CORNER in a PARKING LOT. Of course I did the "what the fuck" gesture of throwing my hands up, they didn't seem to care. Assholes. Really.

AND

Xander just ate one of my BOOKS!

God I hate PMS.

Oh AND... I was whining to Meat-head about the fact that he and I never go out and do fun things... like go somewhere for the weekend or whatever. He says "lets go to California" (which, by the way... he says it like this Cal-e-for-ne-a... not like most people who say it like this Cala-fornya). I get all excited that we're going to go do something cool. I say, "lets go to vegas instead! Go out to see the Grand Canyon!" He says "What about Florida (Flor-E-dah)?" I say "What about South Carolina?". How fun to try to pick!!!

Then I get rational, and say "Do you want to just go up north? We can't really afford a big trip". He says "Yeah". So then I get somewhat excited about THAT. I call Leena and invite her and Mike. Then I call my mom to ask if it's okay.

"Sure, but the Jet Skis aren't in" She says.

"What?! Why not? Put them in" I say.

"No, they aren't in... sorry, you can go up and go metal-detecting or something?" She says.

"Oh, no thanks, nevermind"

JESUS. So now we're not doing anything. SO I got my hopes up for NO-G-D-Reason. This ALWAYS happens. ALWAYS.

You can comment if you want... see that thing that says comment? Use it. It would be fun to see what you want to comment about.

2002-08-26T15:20:00.000-04:00

The other day on MSN there was an article called "7 friends you can live without" or something. One type was "The Complainer", this friend is always bitching about something in her life. I thought, "that might be me!". Seriously, I think that I am bitching about something every time I call Leena.

I just tried calling her now, and there were two things I wanted to talk about.

The first: Our air conditioner doesn't work STILL, it's 90*'s in here! I called the office and they said they'd call me back before they clsoed today and let me know what's going on. He said it's something in the ducts, and it's complicated to repair. Does this mean we have to move again? We won't have air? We'll have construction in our apartment? I don't know, but I'm annoyed. They should have fixed this before we moved in, because they KNEW it was a problem. The matinence guy told me that the last tennants were always complaining about it, too... so why wasn't it fixed?

The second: I've been trying to do laundry all day. There are three washers and three dryers downstairs. I went down with two loads, and I was annoyed at the fact that all three washers were full. The clothes in the washers were done (the cycle was over), but the people still hadn't come down to put them in the dryers.

So I go back upstairs and wait an hour, and go back down. The washers were STILL full of the same clothes. I took out the stuff from one of the washers and put it on the folding table, and put one of my loads in that washer. Then I peeked in the dryers to see the situation THERE, same thing: All were full with dry clothes. So two hours after THAT I go back downstairs and the dryers are STILL full... jesus f*cking christ. If you live in an apartment do NOT monopolize the laundry!! So now I'm going back down (another hour later) and if there are clothes in the dryer I'm gonna have to take THEM out, too... which is annoying. I don't want to touch other peoples shit.

So that's my problem... I'm The Complainer Friend. Jeeze.

Oh... we went out the other night to The Full Moon. It was me, Leena, Mikey, Marcel and Misty. We were having a drink outside and who walks by? Brandon, Ben and Kalista... They are all friends of mine from my "dating chris" days. Well, it turns out that Chris (my ex that I lived with and such) is moving back to town, to live with Brandon. Brandon was like "You have to come hang out with us". Um... yeah right... that would go over well with Midu.

Update: I just went downstairs to the laundry, sure enough, the same clothes are in the dryers. The clothes aren't dry, as I said earlier... they are all wet. So someone put them in there (like four hours ago) and left them there, without bothering to START the dryer. I took someone elses clothes out (oooh, panties!) and put mine in. How can people leave their clothes in there all day long with total disregard for everyone ELSE!?!

bye

2002-08-23T23:38:00.000-04:00

1. What is your current occupation? Is this what you chose to be doing at this point in your life? Why or why not? Student/Veteranairy Assistant... Yes, it is what I choose, I'm very glad I'm in school, and I love animlas and I've always wanted to work at a vet.

2. If time/talent/money were no object, what would your dream occupation be? Professional Dancer! ;)

3. What did/do your parents do for a living? Has this had any influence on your career choices? They both work at Ford. This influenced me in a lot of ways, like #1. I Don't Want To Work At Ford or any other factory #2. I Want To Work For The Joy Of The Job, Not The Money. #3. Since They Wouldn't Pay For School, I Had To Wait Til I Was Married To Be Approved For Loans, so it delayed my career a bit. (that is, if I ever really GET a career)

4. Have you ever had to choose between having a career and having a family? Never had to choose, but I'd pick family over career if I had to decide. Preferably I could have a go at a career, and then have kids a little later. ?

5. In your opinion, what is the easiest job in the world? What is the hardest? Why? Easiest? Um... I'd say janitor. (which, remember, I am 'sort-of' a janitor now!). Hardest? Doctor... like a doctor in the cancer ward or something. Or doctor in a burn center.

2002-08-23T23:22:00.000-04:00

I'm depressed. Why? Because I'm bored. There are tons of things I'd like to go do, but I have nobody to do them with. I'd like to go to a club and dance, or to a bar with a live band... It would be fun to go do ANYTHING at this point. The problem is that there are only two people I hang out with, Midu and Leena. Leena never wants to do the things I want to do, which.. hey, it's just her choice (or whatever), so when we hang out we tend to just sit at her house or go downtown. I like doing both of those things, but- can we get some variety here? Every time I suggest doing something different (aka: Something I'd like to do) she doesn't feel like it.

And Midu. Well, he's all for sitting around the house. If I tell him I want to go out he usually just wants to go to the movies. Once in a while he suggests going to the bar, but that's not fun because he doesn't drink OR talk when we go out like that. It ends up like this:

We go in, sit down and order drinks (he gets a pepsi, I get a beer). I try to start a conversation. He doesn't converse. I say "What's wrong?" he says "nothing" I say "you're not talking" he says "I am... what do you want to talk about?" I say "well... what's up with work, how's that?" he says "Fine". Then I give up, and we end up sitting there drinking our drinks and looking around at everyone else.

Lately Midu's been going out with his friends (last weekend was Toronto with the guys, this weekend he's spending time with his friend Mazin from Egypt), and I find myself stuck at home, lamenting.

Last weekend was okay. Leena had people over (to her house, big surprise?) for Cliffs birthday. It was a decent get together, I had fun, but it was still a bunch of people just sitting around... like Collective Boredom. Then the next day I didn't do anything at all, because I was recovering from staying up late the night before and partaking in party activities ;). Then Sunday... I went to my moms and listened to her talk about who-knows-what.

Then all week I did nothing but work and play around on the internet (we have NO cable, and no money for books).

Then this weekend (so far) I have done nothing. I just tried calling Zak and Sean (and I never call them these days...), no answer on either phone.

I'm just restless.

.

2002-08-21T23:02:00.000-04:00

Well, we moved into Glencoe Hills like a week or two ago.

The air-conditioner does not work, and no matter HOW many times they come out to look at it, they can't GET it to work. The first week of no air was okay, but COME on! We moved in on the 9th, and it's the 21'st! It's hot as hell, I mean, we live on the third floor and stuff!

The weird thing about this complex is the number of Indians who live here. Literally every person in our building is Indian. We don't mind, but I just think it's noteworthy. Maybe they put us here cuz Midu's an arab?! hah... who knows. There is an Indian couple who lives across the hall. The man is at least 70, his wife (I assume) looks to be in her 40's, and they have a little 4 year old daughter. These people go outside everyday and sit in the parking lot. Fresh air next to the dumpster... yum yum.

Work...

The other day I got bit by a dog. The day after that happend I was somewhat sceptical of the dogs, and I asked one of the techs about how to deal with aggressive dogs. Well, the tech went and told my manager that I'm afraid of dogs. Then my manager had a "talk" with me about my fear of dogs, and talking about how maybe this job isn't for me. Oh My God. I'm NOT afraid of dogs! It was so much drama over one simple discussion I had... So, I've decided to keep my mouth shut from here on out. ;)

The whole week I was "in training" I was annoyed at the fact that all I did was WORK while the "trainer" watched me. This was annoying because I didn't need someone watching me, and she could have just done something else... as in "get the job done twice as fast". It's a very easy job. Then I worked a few days alone, and then the trainer had to train another girl- On My Shift. So, how did she train her? They WATCHED me do all the work. I don't think I can express how annoying it is to have two people watch you sweep, mop, clean, feed... et cetera... jesus. Then today I go in, and there is yet ANOTHER new girl and the trainer standing there waiting for me.

There was NO way I was going to go through that shit again. If they are in training THEY can do the work. So the trainer said "Well, Callie is here to be trained" and thank GOD, Callie said "yeah, so just tell me what to do!!". Then I asked the trainer, "Should I just go home? I mean, there's no point in all three of us being here.". No no... I should stay. The only thing I did all day at work was sit and talk to the trainer, while the new girl did my job. hah... cool.

I'm a bit paranoid that one of these new girls might be taking over my position. I mean, since they are INSISTING that I'm afraid of dogs and stuff.

2002-08-08T17:43:00.000-04:00

Leena says I'm too controlling. (ha ha) As in, "I must get my way at any cost". She says this because of the fuss I raised about Glencoe Hills and the fact that they were NOT going to let us see our new apartment before we moved in.

On one level Yes, I am too controlling... but... on the other level, if I know I'm right, I will do anything to get my way.

One of their employees said we could see the apartment before we moved, and then they say "no, he shouldn't have said that". Puh-leeze... we wouldn't have paid the 100 bucks to do the credit report if we weren't going ot be able to see the apartment before our move! Midu was fighting with them on the phone all day today, and I finally "had it", so I called and got my way. Damn right I got my way. Assholes.

:)

So Midu went and looked at the new Apt. today, he said it's fine.

I'm going to go call Leena now, but mark my words: Her phone will be off.

(update in a minute)

2002-08-07T14:18:00.000-04:00

2002-08-06T12:25:00.000-04:00

I just added more Xander pictures to my page: Here!

I worked at the Vets last night. All I have to do is vaccuum, mop, feed the animals, let the dogs out, laundry, and take out the trash. I suppose I'm a janitor? An animal janitor? Oh well, the hours are awesome and I like the animals.

I can NOT wait for school to start, since I am taking the-awesomest-classes-ever. I might drop one, but we'll see.

I have to get motivated today and PACK. We're moving on Saturday, and here it is TUESDAY and I haven't packed anything besides some clothes. Shoot. I get so distracted by the internet. You really don't understand! Some people just sit and watch TV all day, not me... I sit and mess around on here.

Do you want to know what I do?

I edit my web page, I chat, I talk to people on ICQ or MSN or Yahoo, I blog, I e-mail Leena back and forth, I read The Slate, I sit and stare at my monitor and think, "What else can I do?".

But NOW I must pack.

2002-08-01T17:02:00.000-04:00

I think I already talked about the Danger at the Arb. Anyway... I KNEW the park was dangerous. I KNEW IT.

Today Xander and I went to The Arb, he swam and stuff... then we continued to walk along the path. This girl comes running up to me, out of breath, all sweaty and stuff, and says "Don't go down there... some guy just exposed himself to me... he might be following me... I just ran". OMG!

So we walked back out of the park (together, for fear of freaky men). Just as we got to the parking lot Ann Arbor public saftey came along, and we told them what happend. See? Crazy.

2002-08-01T11:14:00.000-04:00

today's list:
1. laundry
2. vaccuum
3. change litter (I know, I know)
4. clean bedroom

2002-07-31T16:57:00.000-04:00

Oooh, it's okay. They called us back and said we were approved. What a mess.

2002-07-31T16:56:00.000-04:00

Oh my gosh. Let me preface this with this statement: Our credit is very good. Excellent, even.

We are moving, as I said, to Glencoe Hills. The complex we live in now, and the complex we lived in before THIS one were very nice/expencive complexes. Glencoe Hills in not that nice, and not that expencive.

Anyway. We filled out a credit app. there about 6 months ago and got approved (not a surprise), but then we decided NOT to move. When we decided to move THIS time, we had to re-apply. I just called them this morning to check on things, and she said "everything looks good, there shouldn't be a problem- we're just waiting to hear back from your employeer."

So, I called Stephanie (at Prestige... I don't work there, but she'll lie for me) and told her to hurry up and call Glencoe so we can get approved.

Then Glencoe calls again and says "Um... do you know you have a mark on your credit report for Woods of Roundtree for 2500 dollars?" and I was like "HUH?"

Turns out, Midu and Tariq lived there before I met Midu (which I knew) and Midu went back to Egypt and left Tariq with the apartment for 3 months, and Tariq was nice enough to NOT PAY RENT. Then when Midu came back here (two years later) he found that he owed all this money, so he paid it... and whatever. That was almost 5 years ago!

Then I tell the girl at Glencoe all that, and she said "well... hmm... I don't know if we're going to approve you guys." I'm like "HUH?".

First of all, the places we have LIVED in approved us, and these places are much nicer then Glencoe Hills... Second of all, G.H. just approved us SIX MONTHS ago and didn't even mention that crap. Argh.

2002-07-31T15:37:00.000-04:00

Huston, we have a problem.

My book is missing pages. It goes from page 53 to 56, then 56 repeats again, then 59... et cetera. This happens in about 10 spots. Weird, eh?

Gotta go back to my game (golf).

2002-07-31T12:06:00.000-04:00

I got a job! I'm going to be working at my vet as a V.A. (veternairy assistant), which is very cool. Cool for two reasons... the first reason it's cool is because I love animals, my two loves in life: 1. Animals 2. Books (3. Midu, but I did say only two). The second reason it's way cool is because the hours are rockin', 7pm-10pm m-f. That means No Weekends and No Waking Up Early.

The rest of the blog is for my reference, so don't bother reading any more of today's post (unless, of course, you want to see my plans for today).

list:
1. Go to the pool until 2ish
2. Go to U-Haul and get boxes
3. Pack the stuff in the nook closet
4. Play golf game!
5. Read
6. Change litter

2002-07-29T14:36:00.000-04:00

Okay, it's going to happen again. If I'm not working I'll run out of things to talk about.

I dropped off applications at B&N and Borders, so hopefully I'll get a job at one of those. It doesn't matter how much money I make, as long as I get paid. Plus I'll get a discount with them, which will be way cool.

We're moving on the 10th. We're hiring movers to move the big stuff, since we're going up to the third floor, but we're moving the smaller stuff ourselves. Hopefully people will come and help, but moving sucks, so I wouldn't blame anyone who didn't help...

I went to Leenas last night and met Nicole for the first time. She said, "My god, you are SO outspoken!" and laughed at me. That's the first time in my LIFE that someone I just met thought I was outgoing, usually it's the oposite way around. She seems cool, but she talks really slow and doesn't make much eye contact.

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Cori

2002-07-27T22:07:00.000-04:00

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2002-07-27T21:57:00.000-04:00

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2002-07-27T21:51:00.000-04:00

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2002-07-27T21:42:00.000-04:00

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2002-07-27T21:30:00.000-04:00

Today was my last day of work, I guess. I gave them my TWO weeks notice, but it seems as if they decided to make it a FOUR days notice instead. That's cool. woohooooo

Today at work there were like 10 Chaldean girls at the studio at the same time. The rule is "only two people allowed to watch at a time". Well, these girls disregard the rule, and all pile into the studio to watch their friends. I was EXTREMELY annoyed, so after about 15 minutes I said, "ladies, we need you to wait in the lobby. Only two people are allowed back here at a time." They leave. Five minutes later, they are BACK. I told them FOUR times to wait in the lobby, finaly I told Steve (my manager) that either he tells them to get out, or I'm going to get bitchy. He told them to leave, they left, came right back in, with four more people. I walked up to them and said, "I don't know HOW many times you've been told, you can NOT stay here in the studio and watch. This is where we WORK, and you are causing problems for our other customers. I do NOT want you back here, so leave, and do NOT come back in unless YOU are having your picture taken."

They all looked shocked, and left. Five minutes later, yep... back again.

They started to migrate to my area, and I got pissed. I told Steve that I'm not photographing ANYONE until they are OUT of the studio. What does he do? "Ohhh... okay... um... okay." and he lets them stay in the studio. I was SO annoyed. Imagine doing YOUR job with 10 people watching you, laughing, talking, dancing... So very annoying. So I had a break for almost an hour.

Then some other woman (a mom) had a FIT. I asked her "did you have a preference on backgrounds?" She said, "oohhh not really... maybe something white?". I said, "Okay, we'll use the window and the white arch, sound good?" She said, "Yep, sounds great". So, Heather calls her in to photograph her on the window and the white arch and the lady throws a FIT, "We wanted the all WHITE background!!".

Side note: There is always a VERY long wait for the all white background, that's why I suggested the arch/window. They are both white, and there was no wait.

Heather says, "Oh, that's weird, Corinne told me you wanted this... um... okay" and I walked up and said, "ma'am... I asked you what you wanted and you said 'something white', then after I suggested the arch and the window you agreed. If you want the ALL white area, you will have to wait about half an hour".

So she gets all mad and insists on being put to the FRONT of the line for the all white area! Even if she HAD told me that she wanted the all white, she STILL wouldn't be at the front of the line! Of course, we put her at the front.

OH and... First apointment of the morning, one outfit... the girl was from Mercy Catholic. Mercy's yearbook has an early deadline, which means they all come in and get the picture taken for their yearbook, and then come BACK later and do the rest. They pay 15 bucks for 8 pictures. When they are getting yearbook pictures done we take 8 pictures to choose from for the yearbook (meaning they are all head and shoulder plain shots). Sometimes people pay that 15 bucks for the 8 pictures and they want HALF yearbook, and HALF close-ups or full lenghts.

Every time someone comes in from Mercy we say, "Do you just want yearbooks or do you want me to do HALF yearbook, and the other half fun ones you can order from?". So, when this Mercy girl comes in (with her mom), I say that. The girl says, "Oh, just yearbook."

So I take 9 yearbook shots (one more then I'm supposed to, because she was smiling weird). Then I say "We'll call you in about two weeks! You're all set!!", and the mom is like "That's IT!?! No close-ups or anything on another background?!!" Then I tell her, "Well, when you came in I asked if you wanted JUST yearbook or if you wanted extras, you said yearbooks." Of course, she says, "I didn't say that!! [her daughter did]" I say "Well, you're daughter did, and I already took one extra. You can always come back and do more." She gets pissy, and rants and raves about wanting more, so I took 2 more to shut her up. Out of Focus, if you please.

C

2002-07-26T17:40:00.000-04:00

Oh, AND... As I was sitting here tapping away at my keyboard I had an annoying experience. I have told you earlier (way way earlier) that my desk is right by the window. Ramses (the cat) was laying on the windowsill, and I was here, working hard at entering the letter I got so everyone can appreciate it. I look over to my right (out the window) and there's a lady and her kid standing in our yard (not "ours", but the yard in front of our apartment) looking in the window! I look at her, she smiles and waves.

Um?

I'm assuming they were looking at the cat. (he IS a beaut!) No matter What, it's weird. I mean, yeah... I look in peoples windows. I do. But not if they are RIGHT FREAKIN THERE!!! Morons. MOR ONS.

Thats it

2002-07-26T17:34:00.000-04:00

Dear CORINNE R. ALSAIDY,

I want to thank you for taking the Foreign Service Written Examination (FSWE) on April 13, 2002. The written examination is the first step in the Foreign Service selection process which is a series of evaluations leading up to an offer of employment as a Junior Foreign Service Officer. A candidate is required to succeed in one step before proceeding to the next.

Regretfully, your score on the examination was not high enough for you to proceed to the Oral Assessment phase of the Foreign Service Officer selection process. I do encourage you to try again. Many successful Foreign Service Officers have taken the Written Examination, and the Oral Assessment several times.

The next FSWE will be offered on September 21, 2002. We invite you to visit our web site, www.careers.state.gov. for updated test and other hiring information.

I urge you to maintain your interest in Foreign Affairs and in pursuing a career with the State Department.

Sincerely,

Arthur F. Salvaterra
Staff Director, Board of Examiners

2002-07-26T17:28:00.000-04:00

Okay, I got my letter. I did NOT pass the FSWE. Which, is fine. After I graduate I'll take it again, that way I'll know more stuff. Mentally, I'm not ready to re-take it anytime soon. I mean, on one level... I don't have the knowledge, and on the other level... it's a hard test, and I don't have the energy to spend another day in a room taking it.

But of course I didn't get the pleasure of opening my own FSWE letter (even if it WAS a rejection). No, Midu-head opened it for me, then walks in, frowning, shaking his head, and hands it to me with this look on his face like "Sorry". Well fuck ME. Just by his actions I knew what it said. Why is he opening MY important mail? Damn. That makes me mad. I woulda known it was a rejection letter right away ANYWAY (small letters mean NO, big packets mean YES), but I don't want HIM opening it and knowing the results before I do!!

Then he goes on and on about "It says that many people fail the first few times... it's okay baby... it doesn't matter, you can take it again!". I know I can, and I'm NOT upset by it... it's more annoying when he's trying to "make me feel better" when I don't feel bad. I mean, It would have been cool if I had passed, but I had expected that I didn't.

On another front- We're moving. We're going to live in Glencoe Hills, which is way cheaper. We're gonna get a two bedroom for 200 bucks less then we pay for a one bedroom here. It's not as nice, but it is cheap. The girl working here (at Lake Village) pissed me off with her bad attitude today, so we're moving. Of course, it's more then just THAT... we're also moving because of cost, and the fact that the carpet here is crap and such... But, the main thing was her bad attitude.

This is what happened. I called the office just to ASK if they would replace the carpet here, it's old and nasty, and it needs to be replaced. I was expecting to be told no, which wouldn't have mattered. But instead of just saying "sorry, no" she goes on a freakin' tangent about how when we moved in we accepted the apartment and it was just too bad now. Then out of nowhere she says "oh, AND you owe us 250 for your dog!!! You're in violation of your lease!!!!" and I was like "okay, I didn't know. but we might just be moving out, so it doesn't matter". Then she goes on to tell me that we have to pay it, even if we move out. Yeah RIGHT! We never signed anythign saying we'd pay that money... and I told her that. She seems to think she'll "take us to court". She can't win, so they won't do it. What-freakin-ever.

What else? Nothing. Xander has no balls.

2002-07-25T19:44:00.000-04:00

Oh yeah, AND... I will probably get a job at Borders. I went in there today to fill out an application and such, and I saw a girl I used to be friends with back when I worked for Hudson's. She's a big-wig-type at Borders now, so she said she'd pull me in. It's low pay, but it's a job... that sounds good to me. I'd rather work at Barnes and Noble, though... I like it better (I shop there).

2002-07-25T19:42:00.000-04:00

The Big News: Xander gets his balls chopped off tomorrow.

Other News: I called in to work today. First time in two years. I feel bad about it, but you know what? I'm quitting anyway... PLUS, what about all the times that I got f*cked by someone else calling in on me and stuff? I keep telling myself that, to eleviate the guilt-type-feelings.

I STILL haven't received the results from the FSWE!! They said they will re-mail them next friggin' week. Holy.

oh. I set up another job interview today, and I was quite excited... it sounded like a good thing. Well, about 10 minutes before I had to leave for the interview I decided to quick look up information on that company on the net. Good idea! Found out they were yet ANOTHER door to door type deal, selling knives. Thank God I found out before I went and wasted my time! (www.workforstudents.com) aka Vector Marketing. Don't go.

C

2002-07-22T15:25:00.000-04:00

I put in my two week notice today. It went well.

I went on two job interviews today, they didn't go so well.

The first one was for a photographer who needs a lab assistant. Moron me points out "I don't know how to do lab work, really". There were many weird silences where we were just looking at each other and smiling. His closing sentence was, "We've had a lot of EXTREMELY qualified people apply. We'll get back to you by mid-week."

The other interview was interesting. The ad in the paper didn't specify what the position was for, just something about sales. I called and the lady sputtered off some info about electronics or something. I went in for my interview, and right away I realized something was amiss.

First of all, there were like 10 people crowded into a room, and everyone was filling out applications. I think "why so many people at once?". Then the application itself was strange. Married?_____ Annual income?_____ But, I still filled it out... then the interview. The lady went on and on talking about something (I'm not sure what... it was really hard to follow what she was saying), and after asking me very few questions she says, "You'd be PERFECT for management! First you have to start out in sales, but it won't be long before we can pull you in to our management program!!". How does she know what I'm perfect for after asking only three questions?

Then I said, "This is all very vague. Where will I be working? Are there stores?"... BADUM BUM BUM... No, you go to peoples houses... hmm... I say, "what will I be selling?"... "varrious cleaning supplies". ARGH!

I politely smile, say "thanks, but no thanks", and leave. How moronic of me.

Corinne

2002-07-21T10:43:00.000-04:00

So I must modify my complaint. Leena called at 10:30 last night, saying that they were "on the way". That's still too late for me, but not crazy-late like I was thinking it would be.

C

2002-07-20T21:53:00.000-04:00

DAMN IT.

Dammit.

So at 9:30 I call Leena and Mike. "So, is Leena almost done with your hair?"
"about half"
"Half?! When do you think it'll be done?"
"oh, like an hour, hour and a half maybe."
"What?! It won't be done until 11?"
"No, probably not."
"And then Leena still has to shower and stuff, right?"
"Um. Yeah."
"So, you're going out at midnight?"
"Um. I don't really even WANT to go, but yeah... probably midnightish"

Oh My God.

I really wanted to go out so desperatly bad. I wanted to cry (literally) when I realized that I'm sitting home.

I had the shittiest work week, and I was looking forward to tonight all freakin' week.

Midu felt bad, he kept saying "Lets you and me go out"
I'd say "And do what?"
"dance?"
"Midu, I don't want to just go to a club with you, it's no fun."
"Play pool?"
"Midu, you know I hate pool."
"go to the bar?"
"Midu, you don't drink, and it's no fun when we just go to the bar and sit there."
"want to play monopoly?"
"Monopoly?"
"Yeah."
"No."

I could cry right now if I wanted. Dammit! I have makeup ON! I did my freakin' HAIR! If I knew my ass was going to stay home all night I would have just put on P.J's. I spent a freakin' hour getting ready in order to stay-the-fuck-home. (sorry for swearing, mom)

2002-07-20T21:05:00.000-04:00

I feel bitchy/stressed. I totally feel like "nothing ever goes my way", even if I didn't choose a way... I'm not happy with anyone elses 'way'.

For example? Well, I really wanted to go out tonight. First plan was for Heather, Steph, Michelle and I to go out, but heather never called Steph and Michelle, so that plan was canceled. Then I called Leena and said I wanted to do one of the three: Go to Dearborn, Go dance (at the Millenium), or Go drink/listen to a band at the Blind Pig. Leena said they were broke, so we had to do something free.. which meant "go downtown". I was all for just going downtown and b.s.'ing with everyone.

Then I call and Mike says "Misty got free passes to the Nectarine, so... that's what we're going to do. You guys wanna come?".

The Nectarine is a club. Saturday at the Nectarine is "80's night". Now, I ask you... Who can dance good to 80's music?! I hate the Necto on Saturdays. Plus, the problem is compound.

Misty makes me uncomfortable. Like (another example), we were all sitting down at the bowling-alley-bar last weekend (Marcel, Mike, Leena, Midu and Me) and she came in. She didn't say hi, and I was trying to make eye contact (to smile and say hi) and she didn't even LOOK at me. Then she picked up the three pictures that I had laying on the table in front of me, looked at them, and put them back down. No comments, no nothin'. Just weird. Okay, so I'm not proving my point here, I know. It's like this... she acts very shy in some circumstances, and then extremely ghetto/outgoing in others. I dunno. I can't put this into words.

Anyway... Hmm.

The third part of this compound problem: I talked to Leena about an hour and a half ago, she said, "I'm braiding Mikes hair, we'll go out when I'm done". I took this to mean Leena was currently braiding Mikes hair, and we would be going out when she was done (about an hour). I got showerd and such, and now (1 1/2 hours later) I call back and Mike said, "Yeah, she just started braiding my hair". (just started?!) That means we won't be going anywhere for another hour and a half (minimum). That means it will be 11 by the time we go out. Arghhh.... That's my bedtime.

OK OK OK OK OK

Work stuff: I am putting my notice in on Monday. I'm quitting. I've decided.

CRA

2002-07-17T18:33:00.000-04:00

Curious as to how I delt with the Kammy Situation at work today? (remember: She told Tim that I was photographing 'too fast' before talking to ME about it).

I ignored her. Right, so I took the immature path. I didn't ignore her as in being mean/work suffering, I just didn't go and sit with her and talk to her between customers or while on lunch. When I needed to talk to her I was nice.

Our only bathroom in the studio is in the back-room (where I eat lunch/break/read/lounge). I HATE it when customers have to potty, because they don't realize I'm back there lunching/breaking/reading/lounging, and they just walk in (without knocking...) and look over, see me. I feel stupid because I have a mouth full of food, my feet are on the desk, and I have a news-paper in my lap while they are out in the lobby waiting for ME. Mind you, I don't lunch/break/read/lounge on anytime other then my lunch break, but it never EVER fails that the people scheduled for 2 (after lunch) show up 45 mintues early (right when I go on lunch).

Okay, so they see me, and I'm hurrying to put my feet down, swallow and smile while pointing to the bathroom door. They feel stupid cuz they know I feel stupid, and it's just a crappy situation. It's like getting caught with your pants down.

So, I went up to Kammy and said, "Um... can you do me a favor? When people need to use the bathroom and I'm back there, can you tell them I'm back there and tell them to knock?". I said it nicely, (not overly nice, though).

She took a deep breath and said, "Yes. That Is Fine". I smiled and walked away.

See, I'm nice.

)))(((()))))((((()))))

Xander ate a whole freakin' tube of dog-toothpaste. The tube was made out of aluminum or some sort of metal-type stuff. I called the Emergency Vets in a mild state of panic, they said "give him bread". So, he's got bread.

Oooh what else?

It's the 18th and I still haven't received word on the FSWE. I e-mailed today to check on it.

I got a new cell phone. Woo hoo

'at's it.

C

2002-07-16T20:04:00.000-04:00

Yeah. I hate my job. No, I love my job... I hate the people involved with it.

Today we had four camera schedules (meaning appointments booked on four different cameras, one camera per photog.). We had 3 photographers. Three photog's and four schedules is hard, very hard. The customers end up waiting hours, and by the time we get them they are bitchy as all get-out. This is going to happen all week. All week there are four schedules with three cameras. When I called the bosses to tell them what happened, nobody cared. "Do the best you can". That means: No Lunch, No Break, 10 Hour Days. It is NOT worth it.

And, the other issue. Tim (the lead photog, my boss) called today and told me that Kammy (the receptionist at the Saline studio) said I "work too fast". She said that I rush customers. This is a total fallacy. I do not rush anyone, most (if not all) of my customers leave happy. I have problems with customers once in a blue-freakin-moon. Besides the point that this is not true, my big issue with her telling Tim that I "work too fast" is this: she didn't tell ME first. Just last week I sat down with her and said, "how's everything going? Studio busy/slow/good/bad?" She said (in a chipper voice), "Everything is GREAT!!! I love when you work out here, I get so sick of Rob!! I would totally tell you if things weren't okay!!!".

Grrreeeat.

When Tim told me all this, I told him that it was SO not true. Anyone who works with me knows that I'm good with customers, I'll bend over backwards for them. I'm the type that is continously 'reading' others, to make sure everything is good. If I sense that a customer is not happy, it's pretty easy to get them back in to the "happy" zone. I pride myself in this, perhaps this is why her comments made me so upset.

I am torn between doing the normal thing and talking to her about it, and totally ignoring her. ha ha. I just don't think it's worth it to talk to her, because I'm sure she's just going to say, "no no no!! You do a greeeeeat JOB! I don't know WHERE Tim got the idea that blah blah blah". Then she will gossip with Tammy in Taylor, and my reputation as a 'bitch' will live on. Maybe that's a good thing. ;)

Corinne

2002-07-15T14:41:00.000-04:00

I had to change my template. So, now my blog looks like THIS. I liked the old template much better, but it wasn't working. I don't know why.

Saturday night I had ONE drink. I was hung over all day Sunday. How is that fair?

Katrinka just maimed a fly.

Bye

C

2002-07-12T22:06:00.000-04:00

I am sure I failed the exam. It's almost the middle of the month, and I STILL haven't heard about my results. The other day I searched "blog+fswe" to find other people who took the exam at the same time I did. I found two people, and they both replied saying that they passed. So, I guess I DIDN'T pass... and the "failers" get their letters later.

You know what? I'm okay with that. I didn't study at all, didn't read any of the recommended books, didn't take an econ. class before the exam, and well... I AM still a sophomore. So, if I fail, that's fine... I'll take it again when I'm ready. If I wait until I graduate I will get a higher salary, so... whatever. Either way (mark my words!), I'll pass the exam when it's time to pass it.

_____

I hate my job on the same days that I love it. I'll be photographing the coolest-person-ever, and I'll think "I have the best job on the planet... how many people would love to do what I do?!". Then another kid will come in with his bitch-ass-mom, and I'll think, "Why do I subject myself to this crap? I make 11 bucks an hour to do a job that requires skill, concentration, knowledge, and creativity." You know, it blows my mind that some of the people I work with have college degrees! I mean, they spent How Much to get the same job I got. Seriously.

The other reason I hate my job: The people I work with get mad easily, but they don't SAY that they are mad... they just stop talking to me/others, and then when it comes Right Down To It, they snap, and fly off the handle. Everyone wants everyone to be mind readers. Today Steve was photographing in the "popular" area, and I commented "boy, you're busy today... I keep trying to get people to come to my area, but they all want your backgrounds". Instead of saying "Oh, well... it would be awesome if you switched with me for a while so I could break" he says (sarcasticly) "It'd be nice if someone could HELP me... It's not like you can't bring your camera down here". He had been stewing on that all day, I could tell. I mean, if he was irritated with me for "not helping", why didn't he just ASK? It's not fair to get mad at me for something I didn't know about. Or whatever.

What would I have done last year (pre Forum)? I would have said "FINE!" and rolled my eyes, then huffily-pufflily pulled my camera down to his area to help.

What did I do today? I said, "Oh, I didn't want to get in your way... but I can totally help you, I just didn't know if you wanted it." then I smiled, and moved my camera (and my light!) down to his area to help him.

It's a pain in the ass to move my camera and my light, btw.

He didn't thank me. Last year: "he's a dick!" This year: "it wasn't personal. he didn't get mad at me, he got mad at the situation"

or something.

________

(more?)

Juliana wants to get all of us around to go to a nursing home and make friends with old people. She called today to see if I would do it, and I said yes. I will. You know what's gonna happen, though? Out of the 10 people that tell her they will do it, I gaurntee (I don't know how to spell that) that I'll be the ONLY freakin' one who actually DOES it with her. (mark my words, again!)

I don't think I want to do it (because I'm selfish). I don't want to see snot and poop. I don't want to face death and illness and stuff. Most of all, I don't want to face how close we all are to being forgotten.

Okay ta ta

Cori ri ri ri

2002-07-08T13:08:00.000-04:00

Sometime THIS month I find out if I passed the Foreign Service Written Exam. The Prep Session for the Oral Exam is TOMORROW, and you can only go if you passed... but I don't KNOW if I passed... I'm gonna have a heart attack. Now.

I need to know.

Corinne

2002-06-24T10:57:00.000-04:00

Yesterday was hot. Sweaty hot. No breeze hot.

We (christy, austin, ryan, jack, xander and I) went to the Arb. It was too hot.

Then I napped.

Then I took Xander to Mom and Dads. It was too hot.

Then I came home and played around on the computer.

Then I went to bed.

The end.

;)

2002-06-22T22:56:00.000-04:00

Woah... it's been over a month since I've logged any of my life away.

I'm back to work. I didn't think I'd go back, but I did. I'm glad, I suppose.

I'm really starting to SEE how "The Forum" has helped me. When I went I wasn't working or doing anything that entailed being around people, so I couldn't see the results of the thingy. Now I can.

I used to take EVERYTHING personaly, and worry constantly about "do they think I'm a bitch/dork/geek/snob/lazy/cranky?". Now I just don't care if they think those things. Because I know who I am and what I'm all about, and it doesn't matter if someone thinks otherwise. I am who I am, I'm not what someone else thinks of me. Does that make sense? HA.

****

Midu's been watching World Cup. Because of that there's been a lot of yelling around here lately. "DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT!!! WATCH WATCH!!! F*UCKING EGYPTIAN REF!!! WHAT A MORON!!!!"

"MIDU! Shut UP!!!"

"I'm MAD! STUPID REF!"

"Midu, don't YELL!"

"Okay, okay.... OH MY GOD!!! DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT!!!??"

"MIDU!"

"Sorry, but did you see that!?"

2002-05-17T04:05:00.000-04:00

I haven't posted here in forever, I know. Right now it's 4 in the frickin' morning, and I'm itching... Once every few months my skin gets REALLY itchy as soon as I hit the sheets. I'm fine all day, then at night it's itch-time. I've been up for 2 hours scratching. Why does this happen????

2002-05-02T01:26:00.000-04:00

(read yesterdays post FIRST!)

Okay... this is a continuation of the Story of My Serenity...

Soo... where was I? Plastic walkway... okay... so... Walking along the plastic walkway... with the dog...

I imagine that this plastic-brick-road leads somewhere. I expect to come out behind some other apartment buildings, or maybe a shoping center... that's all that's around, apartment buildings and shopping centers...

We step out of the forest- into a huge green field studded with yellow dandilions...

That was the story of my serenity.

C

2002-05-01T20:07:00.000-04:00

Temp. agencies suck. First of all, these things exist for people trying to find jobs. These people are their CLIENTS. It makes the agency look bad to everyone sitting in the waiting room (people, I might add, that are looking for jobs) when they all hear the secretary and the recruiter fending off calls.
Ring Ring
"Thanks for calling Arbor Temps, can I help you?.... Oooh... You're calling to see if Lori has found a position for you? Hold please"
click
"Lori, hi... someone on line one wants to know if you found them a job... ha ha... I know! Okay, I'll tell him."
click
"Hi... Lori just stepped out of the office, can I have her call you back?"

Ring Ring
"Thanks for calling Arbor Temps, can I help you? Oh, this is the fourth time you've called? Who's calling?"
click
"Lori, John Smith is on line one, he says he's been trying to call you all week... I know... ha ha... okay, I'll tell him."
click
"Mr. Smith? Yes, Lori just left for the day... I'll give her the message, though..."

This happend time and time again. Not one person who called was sent through to "Lori". After sitting there for an hour listening to this weird dogging calls stuff I was about to leave... I mean, who makes an applicant wait for an HOUR before the interview?

At 2:30 Lori comes out (my apt. was for 1:30). She's a perky blonde, size 4 maybe. She's wearing one of those telephone headset things- her hair is styled around it.

"Corinne!!!" (she pronounces it Kor-Een) "Nice to meet you!!! I'm Lori!!!"
I smile, "It's Corinne (prounounced Core-in), and it's nice to meet you, too." I say. She looks at me in disdain, I assume she didn't like being corrected on how to say my name. She shows me back to her office, and points to the chair.
"Corinne (Kor-Een again), have a seat!!!" She plops into her own chair, crosses her legs and folds her hands in her lap... Huge smile plasterd on her face. The interview lasts maybe 45 seconds. She asked me two questions.

1. Why are you looking for a new job?
2. When are you available?

She tells me to go wait in the lobby again, and I'll be tested soon. I wait in the lobby for another half hour, then I go get tested. They tested me on WordPerfect (how easy is THAT?) and typing. Since I type a million WPM and any moron can use WordPerfect, I'm assuming all went well.

I get home around 4.

Then I take Xander-man on a walk.

We decide (We? I should say I) to go to the park across the street from our apartment complex. The park is tiny, I saw it from the road on the way home from the temp agency... I just wanted to walk SOMEWHERE, so that was the plan... anyway... This is the story of my serenity.

As we leave the apartment we are bombarded with the noise of a jackhammer- a layer of dust hangs in the air. I cough once as I turn to lock the door behind us. The construction crew is busy nailing, hammering, climbing and sawing... it's amazing how fast they have built the new apartment buildings in the field across the lane.

Xander runs for each patch of grass that he sees... Must Sniff! Must Lay! Must Roll! When we get to Main Street, I pick him up to cross, since it's way too busy for that little pup to make it safely on his own four feet. Xander stops to look at every car, every bus, every runner... I have to drag him to the park.

The park is about 10 feet wide, and 50 feet long... (didn't I tell you it was small?) and I get somewhat annoyed at the fact that I just walked that far to sit on the solitary picnic table.

Is that a bridge? Is that a river-type-thing? We investigate. It is, indeed!

We cross the bridge and river-type-thing, and head into the 'forest'. Automaticly my sensory inputs are on full alert. Any killers/rapers/dog-abusers hiding in the woods? I keep my eyes peeled, looking over my shoulder at every snap, crackel or pop (they do warn you of cereal killers!!).

The forest is quite run-down. It looks as if a mini-tornado ran through once or twice... the trees are tall, but leafless for the most part, but there are tons of weeds and bushes for the dog to get caught in. The most amazing thing was this- the walkway was not wood-chips (mulch, to those of you who are "in the know" on such matters), or dirt or even pavement... no, it was a plastic-type-deal. A plastic walkway in the woods?

anyway... Leena's here so I have to go. The rest of the story is coming later!

Ta ta!

2002-04-29T11:50:00.000-04:00

The Poop Mystery: Xander pooped in the house today (cuz Midu didn't take him out after he ate). So I got up and scooped it into a poop bag, and set it outside my door so I could take it out to the trash when I woke up for GOOD (there's no way I'm walking out back at 10AM to throw a bag of dog poop away... that can WAIT!).

Well, I woke up at about 11, and took the dog out. As I stepped out the door I rememberd the poop-bag, and went to pick it up. It was GONE! So where'd that poop-bag go in an hour? I looked out front, looked out back... no bright blue bags. It's not windy (and even if it WERE... there was a lot of poop weighing that bag down). Did someone take the dog-poop?

Hmm...

C

2002-04-22T16:16:00.000-04:00

It's job time. I really planned on not working all summer, but I guess I've gotta do it! I applied for a couple jobs (travel agent co-ordinator, receptionist at an immigration lawfirm, leasing specialist for apartments) on Friday, but nobody replied (and it's now Monday). I made appointments with a couple temp agencies, that would be cool if I could get an assignment throught them. That way I could like work for 3 weeks, have a week off... et cetera. Although, I'm a bit sad about having to leave Xander at home all day. If I work in Ann Arbor I guess I'll come home for lunch and let him out and stuff. Poor guy.

I found the funniest web-site ever last night. It's quite long, but oh-so-funny.

I'm going to go do something fun now.

CRCA (those are my initals: Corinne Rose Cecilia Alsaidy)

2002-04-18T18:35:00.000-04:00

My bright idea: Design Pro-Palestinian T-Shirts. I found a company that sells shirts with the design and all for like 12 bucks each... hmm... The only thing I need is a PHRASE to put on the shirt! haha... That's a problem.

Corinney-rin-rin

2002-04-17T14:47:00.000-04:00

School sucks. I'm doing horrible this semester. I'm probably getting an A or B in my english class, I'll probably get a B in Sociology, a C in History (I got a freakin' D on my last exam! Yikes, that's the worst grade I've ever got.), and a C in Poly Sci. Well, that's not THAT bad... but Sheesh.

I'm gonna go brush my teeth.

Corinne

2002-04-13T14:42:00.000-04:00

It's 230... I just got home from taking the Foreign Service Exam. My first thought was, "That's IT?" It seemed too easy to be true... Except the questions on the government, like "When a bill is going to be rattified who signs it" or whatever... I don't know that stuff!

The first part of the exam was "job knowledge". It was basicly like a history/poly sci/economics/social sci exam. Overall I was shocked at how much of this stuff I knew (Thank God for my Western Civ class!). I didn't know a lot of the economic and political stuff, though... so if I fail it's because of those damn questions!

The second part of the exam was an essay. They gave three topics, and we had to choose one. The topics were Welfare, Imigration, and NAFTA... I choose welfare. I guess I probably did alright on that.

The third part was a biographical questionare... basicly it was a personality test with a couple job related questions thrown in. A lot of this seemed to be checking on how "culturally aware" each of us was... My favorite part was the question: How many languages have you studied? I answered "Two" and then it said to write a phrase in each language you've studied... I wrote "Como esta Usted?" and then I wrote (in Arabic) "Ismi Corinne, sho ismuk?".. haha YAY! I loved doing that!

The forth part of the exam was this horrible english assessment... I had to check for grammar, syntax, and such... I'm a decent writer, and I understand grammar and stuff... it was just SO tedious to do that.

Only 30% of the people who take the exam pass. If you pass you go on to the Oral Assessment, and only 8% of the people who take that pass.... so chances are I WON'T get hired (I mean, statistics are statistics!). I HOPE I do!!

Bye bye

C

2002-04-12T14:43:00.000-04:00

Sunburn! I have one!

I promised not to talk about my dog so much... so I'll just say this much: I went to the park with a "friend". We spent about 3 hours walking around and playing. When my "friend" and I got home I threw a sweat-shirt on, and went about my day. My arms felt kinda burnt, which was somewhat exciting to me... My first sunburn of the year! Then I took my sweatshirt off and YIKES! My arms and shoulders are RED. Poor ME!

I keep touching the sunburn, too. Some times I poke it to see how it feels, other times I just put my hand on it to feel how warm it is. Why do I do that? I do the same thing when I pull a muscle or something, I keep stretching my muscle to see if it still hurts... ha ha... is that normal?

Corinne Rose Alsaidy

2002-04-11T18:41:00.000-04:00

I have a whole drawer full of socks, and they are all missing their partners. Where do socks go?

If you have an answer, please email me at corinneschwarz@hotmail.com

Thank You

Corinne

2002-04-11T01:01:00.000-04:00

Walking a dog is an easy way to make friends.

Everyone in the park smiled at me and my dog. Some people come up to pet my dog. Then, there is another catergory all together of people that I will refer to as "Dog People".

These Dog People stop and chat up other Dog People, and they form Dog Friendships. These people become park regulars, somewhat like the regulars at a bar or coffee shop.

Xander and I were walking along (minding our own business) when a 30'ish blonde lady walks over with her Golden Retriever. "Hiiii!" she squeels. I smile politely and return the greeting as she bends over to pet Xander. Her dog (Cody) is massive (meaning that my dog will eventually be massive, same breed and all). Well, Cody sees some geese that he feels like chasing, so he takes off running, and Blonde Lady falls over and actually gets dragged a little before she regains control of her dog.

I somehow lose all of my inhibitions about small-talk, and I find myself spending half-an-hour talking to this woman... and I will admit it... I enjoyed it! We finally part ways after exchanging antidotes and horror-stories, promising to catch up again next week (same time/same place).

Xander and I continue to walk until he gets tired and sits down. Of course, I don't realize he's just sat down, so I end up dragging him along on his ass for a second before I stop. I pick him up and carry him to the bench because he refuses to walk at all when he's tired. Of course, we were picture perfect cute sitting there... him in my lap, the sun cascading down our backs... et cetera... and a guy with this gigantic dog comes up to us.

"Hi!" He says
"WOOF" says his dog in a very low and menacing tone
I frown at his dog, "Is it mean?"
"No!" He says
I pet the dog, it's not mean at all!

Xander hops down and starts circling the dogs legs (he could stand underneath him without touching him!). "WOOF" says the big dog again. Xanders not fazed.

As the dogs get to know each other through butt-sniffing, the guy and I do some (formerly dreaded) small talk.

"Is that a Newfoundland?" I say, struggling to place the breed.
"No! It's a Pyrnese Mountian Dog!!" The man looks quite satisfied at the ambiguity of the breed, I think he would have been disapointed if I had guessed correctly. As we are talking, a girl on roller-blades brings her little dog over, and sits on the bench next to me.
"Hi!" She says
"Hi." I say
"Hi!" He says
"Is that a Lhasa Apso?" I say
"No, it's a Shit-Zu" She says.
Dammit, I got both dogs wrong!!! I thought I knew this stuff!

We must have looked like an interesting six-some. Me with my jeans and sweater, Xander who is little (but will be big soon), The Guy who looked like a biker, his huge black dog with a metal-studded collar, and The Girl who was all sporty, and her little frou-frou dog who is smaller then my dog.

Anyway... The reason that I like small-talking at the park is obvious. I can talk to people about my dog, and these people actually care. I know my friends and family love me, but they don't really want to hear about every little thing my dog does... and these people DO want to hear it! I guess that's how new moms feel when they go to the playground with other moms!

That's it! I'll talk about something other then my dog next time I post on here!

2002-04-10T09:00:00.000-04:00

Since I don't really do anything, I think I might have run out of stuff to say. I could talk about my dog some more, or school... but that's it.

Hmm... lets talk about last night. Last night Leena and I went to and attempted to stuff our faces at Applebees... we ended up smoking more then we ate. We talked about the same stuff we always talk about, and yet again, it seemed like we were covering new conversational-ground, but we weren't. How can two people talk about the same exact things for 4 years?

Then everyone high-tailed it over here to watch 24. Leena and Mike were (overly) enthusiastic, jumping up and cheering when the bad guy was killed- Midu was adding an occasional "Ah-HA!" to the situation, and I was just waiting for the comercials so I could talk some more.

I've GOTTA get some more sleep. It's 8AM, I went to bed at 2... guess who woke me up? Yeah, you're right... Xander and Midu... one was barking, one was snoring; it's your guess as to who was doing what.

Today is the 'big day' that we present our projects to "Celebration of Student Writing" at school. I'm bringing balloons and cotton candy. Or maybe just ballons, I don't feel like buying cotton candy.

2002-04-05T17:04:00.000-05:00

Alright... So we've had our dog for a week. I'm so stressed out being a puppy-mommy. Today Xander wakes me up bright and early (10 AM!!!) by laying on my pillow and chewing my hair. I roll out of bed (helping him down, since he's too afraid to make the jump) and go get breakfast. I scoop out a full bowl of ice cream, and sit at the computer desk to eat while I read my news at Slate.com. Leena calls and I'm then busy eating/reading/talking on the phone. Ramses jumps up on the desk and sits on my scanner, eyeing my ice cream. Xander bites my toes.

I was relieved when Xander quit biting... that is... until I looked over to see what he was doing... he was POOPING! I drop the phone, jump up, yell, and rush the dog outside. Mind you, it was snowing, and I didn't take time to put my shoes on. While I'm hopping around barefoot, Xander is taking his sweet time finishing his poop. He probably did that on purpose- revenge for the interruption.

I hop/run back inside with the dog, toss him down, and head back to my bowl of ice cream. Xander is nipping at my frozen heels, and Ramses is licking my ice cream!!! I kick the dog away, shoo the cat away, pick up the phone and say, "You still there, Leena?" as I take a bite of my cat-contaminated ice cream.

Here's a picture of the cute-bad-dog... Xander and his friend Jack (Christy and Chads dog)

2002-04-01T20:10:00.000-05:00

We got our dog on Friday... we named him Alexander the Great, and we're calling him Xander. He's extremely cute and cuddly. He sleeps 80% of the time, the other 20% is spent pooping and playing. So far he's been to the park, been to my parents, and had company over (Christy, Chad, Austin, Ryan,Jami, Chris, and Jack The Dog). I'm going to go pet him now. Bye bye!

2002-03-28T09:59:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow we are getting the dog! I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it.

I'm gonna go to the pet-store tonight and buy some stuff. Yesterday I went and looked at stuff, but the worker-guy said to wait until we have the dog to buy anything. He said we should just bring the dog in, but Christy made a valid point- the dog might poop on the floor. So I think I'm gonna buy some stuff today, and then take the dog in the store next week (just for the fun of it).

I still don't want to talk about The Forum. I'll talk about it if you make me, but I don't want to just spill it all out. I have no idea what my aversion is to talking about it, but I just can't do it, unless I'm asked.

Jami and Chris are coming over for dinner on Saturday (I think they are, at least), and Christy and Chad might come, and bring their dog. They are getting a dog the same weekend we are, so our dogs are gonna be best friends. Guess what name they chose for their dog...? Eh eh... Jack..! We are going to name ours Marius or Hatshepsut, depending on if we get a male or a female.

Sionara

Corinne

2002-03-25T20:46:00.000-05:00

I am done with The Forum, and I don't want to talk about it. Maybe later I will.

2002-03-22T07:12:00.000-05:00

Today I go to The Forum. Is today the last day that I will be Me? Will I turn into one of those blithering idiots who can talk about nothing but The Forum? Will I lose my ability to see when I am becoming annoying? They say the "key" is when you call people, and forgive them (or whatever). I forgive you. See, now I don't have to call anyone! Really, I don't have anyone that I "hate", so who am I gonna forgive? Perhaps this isn't for me. Maybe I'll leave.

I took my exam yesterday, I probably did pretty bad, since I was sick and all. Oh well.

Goodbye (possibly the last goodbye you will ever get from Me)

Corinne

2002-03-21T10:52:00.000-05:00

I spent a lot of time barfing last night. Midu made some weird lemon concoction that was supposed to cure my barfing (which, he says, is caused by "Sleeping With No Covers"). I barfed up the lemon stuff, which was bad. You know how barf is acidic? Well, imagine Lemon Barf.

I have class today, and I'm not going. I didn't go to any classes the WHOLE week, because of this illness that has overtaken my body. I have an exam at 2, which I am going to, because I have no energy to call the prof. and beg to reschedule.

Tomorrow I'm going to "The Forum", and that is causing major anxiety.

I'm gonna go shower now. Get fresh and clean, you know.

2002-03-19T22:34:00.000-05:00

I'm sick. I have a cold or something... and I NEVER get sick. Ever. I don't know how to handle it. I have been whining all day, sneezing, sniffling, sleeping, et cetera... I even had a weird crying episode, while watching "Scrubs". Where's Midu when I need him? I need someone to pay attention to me when I'm sick.

I never get a fever. Even on normal days, my body tempature is low... I'd say I'm usually at like 97.1 (haha... that's a radio station) usually, today I'm 98.7... which for ME is sick.

Poor Me. Pity me. Now.

2002-03-12T14:22:00.000-05:00

Today I decided I'd do something with my day, instead of wasting it as usuall.

Well, it's 2:00 and I've done everything.

I went to the phamacy, the bakery, the toy store (Austin has been bugging me for that damn Play Mobile boat), and I also washed my car. I took a bath, worked my abs, took a shower, read 3 chapers of a new book, did the dishes, did the laundry, vaccuumed... and now I have nothing to do, and the day isn't even half over.

We should have shorter days durring the winter. Wait- I know what you're thinking, "Corinne, the days are shorter durring the winter.". Well, maybe days should only last about five hours, and the rest should be sleeping time. Sounds good to me. Maybe next year.

The bread I bought was awesome, by the way. I got "Whole Wheat Honey" bread... Tastes like a little slice of farm-heaven with butter on it.

2002-03-10T16:46:00.000-05:00

Should I get a job? I mean, all I do is study, play on the internet, read, and watch TV. I'm even tired of going out with my friends (can you believe it?), and it's not any fault of theirs, it's because I don't do anything all week- and I end up really looking forward to my evenings out, and if they are anything less than stellar, I'm disapointed.

I've talked so much that I have nothing left to say.

The problem is that I don't want a job, and I know if I get one I'll be overwhelmed with the whole thing... I mean, going to school and working... it isn't easy. Sometimes I think, "Boy, I need a hobby". I have hobbies, my hobbies are reading, playing on the net, and writing... I think I'm actually TIRED of my hobbies.

You know- one thing will solve my problem. Summer. When summer comes I'll have fresh air to breathe, I'll have the sun to warm my weary soul, I'll have a dog, and I will have the road to Ludington. Shoot, mom and dad just need to get a phone line up-north so I can get online with my laptop! (haha, how pathetic... I want my internet!).

I can't wait for Marius or Hatshepsut. Even if he/she will cost 800 dollars... ugh... don't get me started on the dog thing.

Mom, do you read this page? Does anyone read it? I read it as if it were my bible, that is- if I read the bible, this would be like that (or something).

(Hi Christy, thanks for reading my page and liking my car)

GOOD BYE CRUEL WORLD
(okay, that's extreme!)

Corinne

2002-03-09T15:25:00.000-05:00

Last night we went to dinner at TGI Fridays... everyone seemed distracted. That's all I have to say about that. I can't stand it when I try and talk to someone and they are OBVIOUSLY not listening. Bahh..

Bye Bye

Corinne

2002-03-08T19:34:00.000-05:00

I'm gonna be sick.

I just registered for the State Department Foreign Affairs Exam.

It's on April 13.

(breathe breathe)

Am I supposed to study for this? What do I study? Maybe I shouldn't do this now...

(breathe breathe)

2002-03-08T12:57:00.000-05:00

Mind you, it isn't easy to type with a cat on your lap.

Leena, Ooooh Leena! Make a blog already.

2002-03-08T11:19:00.000-05:00

I realize this is a big responsibility- keeping my readers entertained. But somones gotta do it...

Do you wanna know about my classes?
English 121: Gradstudent for a professor- she's pretty cool. She's hella helpful, I email her at least once a week and get a prompt little note in return. I just don't like the papers we have to write, I don't like the subjects. "Utopia", "Learning"... I find that I get fiercely jealous if she uses another student's work as an example, as in- "Well Molly did a great job, let me read her paper out loud." It's silly, I know... but I want to be the BEST writer, I don't want to compete with Molly.
History 103: WWI and WWII history... oh so fun. We had to read "All Quiet on the Western Front", and I was NOT looking forward to that- turns out to be an excelent book. I like history a lot, but I'm not a big fan of wars- so I thought I'd hate this class... No, I love it. I like hearing how they planned the battles and stuff. Lot's of notes, and on the exams he asks questions about the books, but not FAIR questions, he asks, "What wasTjadens best friends name?". I don't KNOW what their names are! I read the book and I can tell you anything you want to know about what happend, but I can't remember all those weird German last names! (even though my maiden name is a weird German last name).
Sociology 10someting: Ugh... creeps, man. The prof. gives me baaaad vibes. The class lacks substance, it's a wasted hour every day.
PLSC 112: Political Science-American Government- baaaah. It's bad that I hate two of the classes that I'm taking (this one and Soc.). These classes are for my MAJOR for petes sake. The prof in here should be renamed "Captian Boring".

YAY

Time to go study...

Adios

2002-03-08T01:07:00.000-05:00

It's ONE A.M.! Midu's getting annoyed at my sleeping habits... eh eh... but there is no reason to go to bed early if you don't have a job. God, it's hard being a student!

Poor ME.

I'm gonna go to bed.

Oh, BY THE WAY PEOPLE... if you wanna e-mail me you can. I see you reading this. Tee hee hee... (hurry, disconnect!)

Ma'Salema

Corinne

2002-03-07T16:13:00.000-05:00

I met an old guy at the post office yesterday... turns out he is good friends with Howard Cooper (the guy that owns the local VW dealership), he also knows a couple of guys in the CIA... so we talked about how I want to get into the State Department, and about traveling and stuff. It was very cool. It was cooler then it sounds.

People are mean. Today a guy was being a jerk while I was driving, he wouldn't let me pass him (he kept speeding up), and he kept slamming on his breaks... for no reason. I am positive I wasn't driving aggressivly, not tailgating... nothin'! Jerk. Jeeze, some people!

2002-03-03T15:27:00.000-05:00

Friday night we went to The Hiedleberg for Latino night- it was Mikes birthday surprise... We all had fun, Becky (as usual) got hammered and started getting flirtatious- I think I might sit down with her and talk about drinking. I had a huge problem with it in the past, and I hate to see someone going through what I went through.

After the bar we went back to Leenas, I spent the rest of the night talking to Mike's co-worker/friend, Wade. He's a very cool guy, very easy to talk to... I don't get to say that often, either.

*****
And- on to the big news- today is our anniversary! We woke up early and exchanged cards, mine had a reference to his farting (eh eh), and his was 100% sappy and romantic... go figure! We just got back from Oasis "The Hot Tub Gardens". That place is so cool, they have all these outdoor rooms with hot tubs in them, no roof- just walls. Each room has a different theme, we usually go to the Alutiuen (sp??), it has log walls and woodsy decorations, it also has a fireplace. While we were there today it started snowing (a blizzard, actually!)... it's nice to be in the hot water and watch the snow land all around you.

Now Midu's sleeping, when he wakes up we're off to the movies to see "Count of Monte Cristo" and then dinner at Gratzi.

2002-02-28T20:49:00.000-05:00

We got our new car today... it's so perfect.

I drove out to my mom's to show her and my sister, then went to El Chaps with Christy and ate some "real" Mexican food.

Tomorrow we're all going out (can't say why... it's a surprise), and Midu said we can't take our new car. He said he doesn't want it to get messy. (??) I want to show Leena my car!! I want to drive my car to _________ (can't say)!! How will our car get messy if we drive to _________? So very annoying.

2002-02-26T14:44:00.000-05:00

Okay, now it's offical- I'm bored. It's spring break (with snow), and I have nothing to do. So what have I been doing all week? I'm not telling... it's not usual.

Okay, I've been on various message boards and chat rooms.

Stop that laughing. There are some pretty interesting people out there in internet land. There are also a plethora of perverts and weird-o's... but that's what makes it fun!

My computer is right by the window, and if I'm sitting here and someone walks by, they can look in and see me. That's fine, since I don't make a habit of surfing while naked... but today there are some kids playing in the snow RIGHT outside of my window, and it's annoying. So I shut the blinds.

I could get naked now...

heh heh

2002-02-25T14:08:00.000-05:00

I'm never going to finish this damn book "Tales of a Female Nomad". It's interesting, but as you might expect of a travel journal- it has no plot. When I'm bored I'll read it, but the feeling of "I just can't put it down" isn't there. The lady used to write childrens books, and she's not that good of a writer. She repeats herself a lot. Next I have to read either the Brazilian book Juliana gave me (I read one page of it and it seemed boring) or the book Christy gave me- Cavalier and Clay.

2002-02-25T14:05:00.000-05:00

No more Explorer. We gave it back to the dealership. Yay!

We're going to get a Golf... a blue one, with beige interior. Very cool. I can just imagine me, Midu, and our Golden Retriever (Marius or Hat) going up north in our new car. eh eh

2002-02-24T14:31:00.000-05:00

I mentioned earlier that I wrote an article about Ariel Sharon. I never put a link in... so now... there it is. My resume is online now, too. Yay.

2002-02-24T14:20:00.000-05:00

You might be wondering what we ended up doing Friday night? We went bowling. Leena and I decided we were too good to bowl, so we went into the bar (the one in the bowling alley) and watched all of the red-necks sing karoke... We had tons of fun (seriously)! These two overweight guys got up and sang Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer", they even did the "wahh oh ah oh ah oh ah" parts at the begining of the song- the audience reacted favorably, with head banging and devil worshiping hand signs (you know, pinky and first finger up, all the rest down).

Becky wanted everyone to go back to Leena's, we all plan on that... then she pukes and can't come. She has a habit of doing that puking thing. If I get drunk enough to puke once a year, that's too much... this girl does it a few times a week. I hope she grows out of it.