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Country: United States
State: North Carolina
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10/22/2002
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| seven years has passed so quickly, and i've never felt it more than today...
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| thanks for a great birthday!
more later, just wanted to make the jan11th deadline.
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(copied from my journal)
what i like about facebook, is how every year at precisely this time,
my wall posts increase by roughly half. for instance, as of jan 12 i
have thirty-nine new posts, bringing me to a grand total of 107. not
bad for a span of 24 hrs! it also helps that facebook reminds everyone
and their uncle about their friends' birth dates.
no
but seriously, all jokes aside, thanks for the thoughts and wishes
everyone! even though the 11th is offically the "welcome to the world"
date, this year the 10th was the special "awww" day :) it made me
realize once more that friends make life all the more specialler. it
was fantastic! i really like it how people know how to trigger happy
endorphins in me. i can't really write about what exactly happened
without sounding like a total snot, so here goes!
ok, so during
the snowboarding trip this weekend, i busted my knee on the last day,
on the second to last run. "busted my knee" as in "a rock tore a hole
through my pants and made me bleed, and it hurt like the dickens". the
good part to it all was that these pants i was wearing weren't exactly
waterproof snowboarding pants. they were more like "pants i found in a
closet in my house, and are very baggy". they're the kind of pants
where if you ask a guy "do these pants make me look fat?", the guy
would have to try really really hard to lie successfully. but hey, i
used them for 3+ years, and they treated me well. so long pants.
anyway, so joyce and sandy surprised me with snowboarding pants! and
these are real waterproof too! i can't WAIT to wear them! and i was
telling sandy that the funny thing was i was thinking/dreaming of
buying pants the day before! i was debating on whether or not to buy
white or black, and i had decided on black because they wouldn't look
dirty if they got dirtied, and they would work better with my jacket.
then sandy tells me that joyce had been faced with the dilemma of
getting either black or white pants at the store, and got black! wow!
so i was pretty impressed by that, as well as joyce and inor suddenly
knocking on the door of sandy's apartment! i jumped on joyce i was so
happy, and i almost knocked her to the ground. good thing my back was
against inor... i'm sure he had a look of terror on his face with the
possiblity of me squashing his wife. what?!?
in addition to
such a wonderfully slimming surprise, sandy and joyce also planned a
great southern dinner at mama dip's, where i had never been before!
and i must say, they are getting quite sneaky about surprises! taking
me off the ao listserv before sending out an email to everyone! good
grief. those smart young whippersnappers. i think we might
have gotten kicked out of the restaurant for being too loud. i'm not
sure. suddenly we were outside the restaurant loitering, and i didn't
know what happened. but it was cool. lots of touching cards and
flowers and chocolate. and AFTERWARD, i love breyer's yogurt "fruit on
the bottom". you get to have fun stirring before eating delicious
goodnesses! so after polishing one of those off, rebecc surprises me
with asscream... or more appropriately called a pint of "strawberry
kiwi swirl sorbet" which with some help, i finished off fairly quickly
once i discovered it was fat free, cholesterol free, everything free,
with just 110 calories per 1/2 cup! i had a coupla brain freezes which
SOME PEOPLE thought made great photo opportunities, but ahhh it was all
worth it.
then
today, dinner at macaroni grill with family and some relatives who just
flew in. and if childbirth feels as bad as the cramps i had tonight,
I'M ADOPTING!!! TMI? perhaps. but i feel sorry for all those people
out there who have to go through this pain every. single. month.
eesh. my mom and her silly little theories... she's convinced i have
appendicitis. what a weirdo. i think that it's appropriate that i get
hurt in some fashion on birthdays though. it brings me back to that
special day however many years back when i was crying my eyes out to
all the delivery nurses and doctors. i think for my 12th or 13th or
14th or 15th birthday, my mom called out from her room, "hey! it's
11.11am! happy birthday!" and then i promptly ran into my bathroom
door and started crying.
ohmygosh, my PHONE now has the intro
to "the city lights" ~ umbrellas as my ringtone! it is so completely
awesome and da bomb! i now do football, and volleyball dives for my
phone whenever it rings. it's like... the best thing that's happened
to me in my life. holy cow. it's so awesome. *peace*.
sorry
it was so detailed everyone.... i figured if i was to sound like a
snot, i might as well go all the way! dontcha worry, the next entry,
i'll try to be really insightful and wow everyone with my long lost
writing skills. thanks for a great 23rd!
**i fondly remember
how two years ago, joyce was stomping up the wooden stairs of ashley
forest to tell the people inside that i was near. what a funny
jokester.
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i wished it was like this....
but it was more like that... a fantastic trip regardless!! whoo hoo, whoo hoo! lets go again in feburary! and march!! and april!!! | | |
| i'm sure we've all had jobs in the past where we were paid an hourly wage, where we call in to see what our hours are for the week. the jobs where if you call in sick, the store is short-handed for the day.
now, say we learn our hours for the next week, and then suddenly we remember that we have something very important smack dab right in the middle of one of our shifts. do we.... tell them last minute? go in to work anyway? try to find a replacement for our responsibilities? probably the last two options. don't want to get fired by screwing them over saying "hey, turns out i can't come. sorry!"
so if we don't dare to do such a thing to our workplace, how come it's such an... easy thing to do to our friends? you'd think we'd value friendship much more than our professional life.
for instance, i'm not organizing this upcoming snowboarding trip, but i'm close enough to the organizer to help her out by buying vouchers for lift tickets. sure, it's out of my way, and i don't really need to do this, but it knocks off $5-$10 bucks from the ticket price if purchased up at the mountain, so i'm happy to do it.
but i'm lucky- in the recent month up until this weekend, i've been fortunate enough to hang out with quite a few people who are planning on going to the trip. and on those specific dates, i've voiced my frustrations about the exact number of vouchers i'm supposed to buy. so they know i'm charging $1885 to my credit card because they say they're going. but unfortunately, other behind-the-scenes stuff like... lodging and food costs are NOT broadcasted to the group. these costs are handled by other people.
so when people find out they can't come on the trip due to various reasons, we try to find replacements. and then when those replacements back out due to various reasons, it just worsens the situation. because the group has already been told the precise amount the trip is going to cost, and psychologically, it does something to people's minds when we're dealing with money. people don't like it too much when they're told one cost and then find out later that it's $20-30 some bucks higher.
today i had to return vouchers for two spots in the group. we had found replacements, but those people backed out as well. and i kept on getting calls from the organizer saying "return four vouchers" "no return six vouchers" "wait return four vouchers". and i think it's funny how the people who couldn't come are so focused on making sure the vouchers are returnable (which they are, minus $3 restocking fee for each voucher), and they never know to think about the costs of lodging. lodging for this weekend is a total of $3000. so if two people say they can't come anymore, the person who put the down payment for the lodging can't really say to the whole group "hey... so two people can't come, that means the total cost for each of us goes up" (see psychological reason above). what do i think is going to happen? the down payment person is going to eat the costs.
when i returned the vouchers today, i told the woman the reason and she took sympathy and only charged $3 as opposed to $12. she told me she's heard all sorts of stories where the organizer ends up with an empty twelve person lodge because all of his friends who had committed, ended up backing out. it sucks to be the organizer.
earlier this week, my brother and i got in a fight and he had the nerve to threaten not to go on the trip anymore. what did i do? i did sisterly duty, kicked his ass, and taught him that once he commits to something, it's his responsibility to either follow through or pay the amount.
why am i writing this entry? it's not to hold this against anybody. some of us will never have the priviledge of organizing something where we put a huge down payment all in the good faith of our friends. so we will never, ever understand what it's like when our friends have to back out of the event due to sickness, work, and other events. this is what it feels like when stuff like this happens. | | |
| this is one of those things where you feel really bad about asking, but you just gotta get it out.
i'm sorry, but does she look like a man?
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 sometimes the google empire makes me laugh
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as a raleighan, it is a well known fact that cary sucks. the roads
suck. the police suck. the little insigificant town laws like...
balloons can't be tied past a certain height, banned billboards,
building colors must be certain shades... suck. the gas prices suck.
the people who live there suck because they plan everything to be IN
cary, even though the majority of the attendees live in the much more
nicer, down-to-earth raleigh. the only bad thing about raleigh is that
the people who live there are so lax about driving (because they grew
up always driving to cary) that they don't really ever put up a fight about going to cary. ( think about all the raleighans you know. they drove throughout college without ever complaining) why, when i was 16-18, i constantly drove 20.17 miles there and 20.17 miles back to and from my friend's house in cary. at least once or twice a week. our other raleighan friend did the same. i don't get it. we outnumbered her...
**ok.. i realize that by typing this, i am, in fact, complaining about driving but this isn't the point.
ANYWAY, i no longer think cary sucks. well, not as much. why the
sudden betrayal you say?? b.e.c.a.u.s.e. one of my cary friends has
just informed me that THERE IS A TRADER JOE'S IN THE AREA!!!!!!
asdjfozdvi8aoewf!!!!!!!!!! trader joe's, how i love you. i love the mango and
green tea mochis, i love the dark chocolate covered pretzels, i love
the chocolate covered almond clusters. i loved trader joe's enough to
consider moving to bethesda, md just for that store. i love trader joe's enough to post on xanga.
ROAD TRIP TO:
1393 Kildaire Farm Rd.
Cary, NC 27511
Phone: 919-465-5984
Store Hours: 9 am - 9 pm
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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