that tj maxx is the best ever. i went in looking for a white shirt and black pants, and found both items at the total bargain price of $32.45. yay!
tina called me on my way shopping to check up. she wished me good luck with the jobby-poo. she's great. we gonna talk later.
im exctied/extremely nervous to start new job. why do i get so nervous about everything? i really need to stop this. i know, everything always works out fine, but somehow i envision the world ending when something scares me. maybe if the world ended i could just get rid of this dumb nervousness.
on another note, im super exctied about new room. must decorate. think color scheme. i don't know. colors. they are all so great. how will i choose.
here are the choices:
pink/brown
brown/red
cherry red/creamy/limey green
green/brown/off white
red/black/off white...
i really can't deal with the thought of not having everything go together, but not in a martha stewart way. it just needs to maintain a cetain homeostasis. we can mix and match, but i want everything to blend. i also want to create the illusion of space, as the room aint that big. what am i talking about? i have to go get ready for work.8*
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08/18/2004 17:03 #26032
can i say08/18/2004 11:16 #26031
commenting on comments madePaul, I too am shocked about the whole Google thing. However, it doesn't mean that I thik Google should shut down. Remember Columbine? Those kids found info on the net how to make bombs and posted info on various sites that held clues to what they wanted to do. If the ifo is not in the net, it is definitely someplace else, and I guess the bottom line is, if someone wants to hurts someone else, they will do it, Terrorist Hndbook or not. Still, Google, shame on you.
Terry, I enjoyed your journal entry. When I watch the olympics, I almost feel bad when the US wins. I feel like every other country is just pissed as we flash our red white and blue in their faces. The Olympics aren't about peace, its all about the money, and the car commercials. Buy an SUV, buy a Hummer. Lets bomb some stuff. and anyways, the poor countries are always better.
I found an apartment, woohoo. I start job today, boohoo. Not working is great fun.
Terry, I enjoyed your journal entry. When I watch the olympics, I almost feel bad when the US wins. I feel like every other country is just pissed as we flash our red white and blue in their faces. The Olympics aren't about peace, its all about the money, and the car commercials. Buy an SUV, buy a Hummer. Lets bomb some stuff. and anyways, the poor countries are always better.
I found an apartment, woohoo. I start job today, boohoo. Not working is great fun.
08/17/2004 12:27 #26030
see no, hear no, speak no suburbs[size=m]"Suburban life, the American dream. Suburban life aint what it seems."-from some song that some people sing, but i can't remember who?
Found place to live in city. Feel much better about city. Things are better there. Not all the same. Not so scary and clean feeling. Not just white people. Yay![/size]
Found place to live in city. Feel much better about city. Things are better there. Not all the same. Not so scary and clean feeling. Not just white people. Yay![/size]
08/16/2004 13:29 #26029
best day ever[size=m]Ok, to set the record, i was for sure the first to use chillax, Hodown. Do not think that because you are older, you are cooler. it just wont ever be that way. hahahaha.
Why is it the best day ever? I got some school stuff figured out, and i should be good to go. I am going in to find out about my new job, and i think by this evening i will have found a new home. best day ever.[/size];)
Why is it the best day ever? I got some school stuff figured out, and i should be good to go. I am going in to find out about my new job, and i think by this evening i will have found a new home. best day ever.[/size];)
08/16/2004 00:36 #26028
Nickel City CoopLast Saturday, I really started my search for a place to live this year. After taking the advice of my sister and friends, I headed to Spot for the newest Artvoice, and to check the message board for any possible apartment lisitings. To my surprise and liking I saw a sign posted for the Nickel City Coop
, remembering a few people that I had met at parties there, it seemed like a pretty cool place to live. I dialed the number and the application process began.
I arrived at the house to grab an application and Lindsay answered the door. She was the same person I had spoken to on the phone and seemed pretty friendly and eager to meet me. After a tour of the house and a detailed explanation of how the house worked, I began to get really excited. A nice place to live, with everyone helping out to make it a home. This all seemed like a great fit for me, since I am so used to helping out around the house. I grew up having a chore list everyday, and although I have always had more responsibility than my peers, it had been rewarding to know that I can do certain things on my own.

After filling out the application and meeting many of the members, old and new, I left in an excited mood, looking forward to Sunday dinner and getting to know the rest of the co-oppers. On Sunday, I arrived a bit before 5 with wine in hand, open to whatever came. Dinner was tasty, talk was abundant, and the wine was great. I really felt like I had made a good impression. After Sunday dinner, the house members had a meeting discuusing house affairs and the a prospect of new members. I was told that I would find out that night, or at least recieve a call to hear of my status. That was kind of upsetting since I had spent a lot of valuble apartment searching time to make a strong effort for the coop house. I did recieve a call that night, but to my dismay, I learned that many of the members weren't there for dinner that night, and no decision could be made about my rejection or acceptance into the house. I was to wait a week and find out tonight.
I recieved a call at exactly ten this evening, but was unable to answer the call as I was away from my phone. The message went something like this, "Hi Sarah, this is Lindsay. I'm really sorry to have to tell you this, but we had a meeting tonight and it doesn't seem like a good fit. However, we would reallylike you to come over for dinner and get to know you more. You can call or come over Wednesday for potluck." Then she said someting along the lines of goodbye and that was it. No coop living for me.
The thing that upsets me is that I feel very judged right now. Why am I not a good fit. I guess I can't prove my good nature to anyone, or make anyone like me or want me to live with them, but I feel I have many good qualities. I can cook well. I'm friendly, caring, helpful... and other things too. I'm just disappointed because I feel like I wasn't looked at, had my application looked over, was quickly tougt about and ten pushed aside, and heard the news of this on my voicemail.
If you have seen or heard of the coop house, it might be the right place for you, but they might not feel the same way. The coop house seems like a great place to be, but also very selective in their process of selcting wo is to there. This to me is sad and unfair in a world and city of many diverse people.:(

I arrived at the house to grab an application and Lindsay answered the door. She was the same person I had spoken to on the phone and seemed pretty friendly and eager to meet me. After a tour of the house and a detailed explanation of how the house worked, I began to get really excited. A nice place to live, with everyone helping out to make it a home. This all seemed like a great fit for me, since I am so used to helping out around the house. I grew up having a chore list everyday, and although I have always had more responsibility than my peers, it had been rewarding to know that I can do certain things on my own.

After filling out the application and meeting many of the members, old and new, I left in an excited mood, looking forward to Sunday dinner and getting to know the rest of the co-oppers. On Sunday, I arrived a bit before 5 with wine in hand, open to whatever came. Dinner was tasty, talk was abundant, and the wine was great. I really felt like I had made a good impression. After Sunday dinner, the house members had a meeting discuusing house affairs and the a prospect of new members. I was told that I would find out that night, or at least recieve a call to hear of my status. That was kind of upsetting since I had spent a lot of valuble apartment searching time to make a strong effort for the coop house. I did recieve a call that night, but to my dismay, I learned that many of the members weren't there for dinner that night, and no decision could be made about my rejection or acceptance into the house. I was to wait a week and find out tonight.
I recieved a call at exactly ten this evening, but was unable to answer the call as I was away from my phone. The message went something like this, "Hi Sarah, this is Lindsay. I'm really sorry to have to tell you this, but we had a meeting tonight and it doesn't seem like a good fit. However, we would reallylike you to come over for dinner and get to know you more. You can call or come over Wednesday for potluck." Then she said someting along the lines of goodbye and that was it. No coop living for me.
The thing that upsets me is that I feel very judged right now. Why am I not a good fit. I guess I can't prove my good nature to anyone, or make anyone like me or want me to live with them, but I feel I have many good qualities. I can cook well. I'm friendly, caring, helpful... and other things too. I'm just disappointed because I feel like I wasn't looked at, had my application looked over, was quickly tougt about and ten pushed aside, and heard the news of this on my voicemail.
If you have seen or heard of the coop house, it might be the right place for you, but they might not feel the same way. The coop house seems like a great place to be, but also very selective in their process of selcting wo is to there. This to me is sad and unfair in a world and city of many diverse people.:(