His name is Eddie Izzard and he is absolutely fabulous! Everything you need to know about Eddie can be found here.
I have added "Meet Eddie Izzard" to the list of things I must do before killing over. The last few days have begun with listen to short clips on youtube of his previous performances. Mr. Izzard is an all around awesome person. If you want to know more look it up yourself.
On a completely unrelated note my stereo in my car is better! Not good still, but better. When I went home for a break earlier and on my trip back to school I realized the auxiliary jack was broken. Well at least the button to change to that is broken. Stupid piece of crap.
Well I bitched about how terrible it was that I now had to use my remote to change channels and volume and basically everything else. A few nights ago I got in my car to go visit a friend. On the drive there I meant to change the channel but ended up hitting the wrong button on the remote. It switched it over to cd. Not something I was aware of the remote being able to do.
I should have been excited. A new move on my remote. Instead I was traumatized. My CD play has been broken since the first time I got into the car. It eats CD's and doesn't let them out again. Well the first time I went to stick a CD in the player I grabbed a random CD out of my case.
It was the Te Deum.
Which would have been fine except for the little fact that I could not switch it back to radio. Not a good situation to be in.
Well I finally sit down with my remote (It's very difficult to drive and figure this thing out at the same time) and push random buttons. Then magic happened and I found the corresponding button, the one that switched it back over to radio.
It was joyous moment with choirs singing in the background.
This marvelous achievement was followed by time with friends and coffee and Eddie Izzard. So really, what do I have to complain about?
(Everything)
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Quips from writer's group
Because we are so awesome.
Last night we went to a new coffee house and it had a great vibe. Everything was decorated in coffee colored shades, a short of earthy feel. A nice relaxing atmosphere.
Which didn't keep me from having a caffeine induced haze of hilarity. Freaking everything was funny.
I would love to point out that one of the members is pregnant with quadruplets, or spocktuplets since at least one of the babies is going to be Spock.
True story.
And if you believe that you are medicated than I was last night. Which would be pretty impressive because I forgot to order decaf and was blitzed like no one not on something prescribed should be. It felt great. Except the fact that I have been mildly sick all weekend. Or maybe felt sick all weekend. Not sure it is healthy to drink as much coffee as I did.
The last few days have been a blast though. I learned how to play Mario kart on the Wii. The remote is ridiculously touchy. Turn it a little and go flying off the fracking course. Other than dying every other turn it was super fun.
I'm not entirely sure were I was going at the beginning.
Writer's group
Writer's group
Ah, yes. I was talking about how splinderfously awesome it was last night. Quit entertaining.
Never underestimate the creative powers of over caffeinated women. Never. It will end with you being laughed at by creatures vaguely resembling hyenas. Only not as nasty smelling.
Also if you get the chance watch Eddie Izzard. He's fabulous.
On a completely unrelated note I found this and thought it was worth listening to.
Sarah Kay
Watch it. It's great.
Last night we went to a new coffee house and it had a great vibe. Everything was decorated in coffee colored shades, a short of earthy feel. A nice relaxing atmosphere.
Which didn't keep me from having a caffeine induced haze of hilarity. Freaking everything was funny.
I would love to point out that one of the members is pregnant with quadruplets, or spocktuplets since at least one of the babies is going to be Spock.
True story.
And if you believe that you are medicated than I was last night. Which would be pretty impressive because I forgot to order decaf and was blitzed like no one not on something prescribed should be. It felt great. Except the fact that I have been mildly sick all weekend. Or maybe felt sick all weekend. Not sure it is healthy to drink as much coffee as I did.
The last few days have been a blast though. I learned how to play Mario kart on the Wii. The remote is ridiculously touchy. Turn it a little and go flying off the fracking course. Other than dying every other turn it was super fun.
I'm not entirely sure were I was going at the beginning.
Writer's group
Writer's group
Ah, yes. I was talking about how splinderfously awesome it was last night. Quit entertaining.
Never underestimate the creative powers of over caffeinated women. Never. It will end with you being laughed at by creatures vaguely resembling hyenas. Only not as nasty smelling.
Also if you get the chance watch Eddie Izzard. He's fabulous.
On a completely unrelated note I found this and thought it was worth listening to.
Sarah Kay
Watch it. It's great.
Monday, March 28, 2011
secret of the universe
People are stupid.
I really hope I didn't ruin anyones idealistic world with that statement. Unfortunately I refuse to take it back on the basis of it's true.
Not much else to say about it.
I really hope I didn't ruin anyones idealistic world with that statement. Unfortunately I refuse to take it back on the basis of it's true.
Not much else to say about it.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Graduation looms and jobs run for hiding
A loverly friend of mine decided to inform all of Facebook that in 45 days she will be graduating. I will, hopefully, be graduating with her.
I have an unbelievable amount of homework to finish before than. It kinda sucks.
Seems like every teacher has decided to assign a research paper. Stupid teachers. I don't understand the point of research papers in general education undergrad classes. I can see having a few classes that focus on research papers. But really, nobody cares. The only point to writing a research paper is to show that you can accomplish something.
But a huge project, presentation, research paper and a comprehensive final seems a little cruel. Why can't teachers be nice and have realistic amounts of homework for the semester?
Why?
That leads into my desire to know who has decided to add more general ed classes and up the hours students are expected to work each week. How can I manage a full load of classes and working part time?
Um... no.
I refuse.
Not like I really have a choice. I want to graduate and I don't want to be swamped by loans. So I guess that leaves me slightly over loaded.
This sucks.
But it will all be over in 45 days.
I have an unbelievable amount of homework to finish before than. It kinda sucks.
Seems like every teacher has decided to assign a research paper. Stupid teachers. I don't understand the point of research papers in general education undergrad classes. I can see having a few classes that focus on research papers. But really, nobody cares. The only point to writing a research paper is to show that you can accomplish something.
But a huge project, presentation, research paper and a comprehensive final seems a little cruel. Why can't teachers be nice and have realistic amounts of homework for the semester?
Why?
That leads into my desire to know who has decided to add more general ed classes and up the hours students are expected to work each week. How can I manage a full load of classes and working part time?
Um... no.
I refuse.
Not like I really have a choice. I want to graduate and I don't want to be swamped by loans. So I guess that leaves me slightly over loaded.
This sucks.
But it will all be over in 45 days.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Cavewoman is announced
This is the part of the post were I am supposed to be typing loudly in all cap letters about how excited I am to have finally found an internship. The only problem is that I already know how the internship will crash and burn, which keeps me from joyously annoying all grumpy people with blithe stories from my life.
It all started on a regular day, as many stories do. I went up to my division to visit with teachers and restock my coffee cup, mostly to get more coffee. While I lounged on the blue love seat with a refilled cup of coffee my advisor flounced up to me and said the words that sealed my doom.
"I've found an internship you might be interested in."
"Really?" I replied barely containing my jubilation. "What company is if for?"
"I don't remember," said my advisor. "But, a nice lady called me earlier asking about communication majors who need internships. Since I know you still need a second internship to graduate I gave her your name."
"Sweet. What does the company do?"
"Well it's a non profit company that helps (the description will be left out because I like them, even if my contact was a bitch), and they want you to write a grant."
"Oh." I have never written a grant before. It sounded difficult. But not too difficult. "Can I get her number?"
And thus began the downfall of my last semester of college.
Everyone knows the very first thing do to when presented with a possible job is to research the company offering said job. I went to the non profits website (after my advisor found out the name, which is only mildly important).
It was the worst website I have ever seen. Seriously. They had six different tabs that had a single line of information written on each different page. Since the website had no information on it I was forced to search madly on the internet for anything remotely related.
After finding every possible link brought up on Google I thought I was well enough informed to call my contact lady, who for all future references will be called the cavewoman.
This is our phone conversation to the best of my memory, which is tainted by a red sea of rage.
"Hello?" cavewomen
"Hell-" Me
"Hello?"
"-" Me. This is the part were it all goes down hill, I was thrown off by her interruption.
"Hello?" Cavewoman
"Hello, my name is-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
"My name is-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
"My name is Mi-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
After about six interruptions I am finally able to tell her my name and purpose for calling.
"My advisor said I should call you," Me
"Yes, I am looking for an intern who can write a grant. Have you ever written anything before?" Cavewoman
"Yes, but I have not written a grant before." Me
"That's fine. Do you know what the organization does?" Cavewoman
"Yes (short explanation of non profits work." Me
"Did you even look at our website?" Cavewoman
"Yes..." Me (Am I supposed to say that the website sucks balls on the first meeting?)
"Well what about the other things we do? (list of shit they do)" Cavewoman
"I'm sorry your website did not mention that, but I did find it mentioned in the local newspaper." Me
"Oh, the website doesn't mention that?" Cavewoman
"No." Me
"Oh. Well do you even want this internship?"
"Yes." Me (Lady why would I have called if I didn't want to internship?)
Then we set up a time to meet. It ended up being the day after I called her, which was way sooner than I would have been able to meet if I had not just put together my portfolio for a class.
Then comes the wonderful part were she tells me what to bring.
"Okay we will meet at this location." Cavewoman
"Okay, what type of writing sample do you want me to bring?" Me
"Well bring a writing sample and a list of classes you have taken." Cavewoman
"Okay." Me
"Also bring a list of jobs you have worked previously, like a resume." Cavewoman
"Sure." Me
I have a brilliant idea, why don't I just bring my resume? Apparently me being a senior in college means nothing to her. The whole thing with the writing sample was so stupid. If I am applying for a job to write a grant, which I would suggest not doing, why in all the seven hells would I not bring a writing sample?
This is the point I should have realized there was no way on earth I could work with the cavewoman effectively. But no, I was so desperate for an internship I completely ignored all the signs saying "Working for this lady will be a blow to your self worth since she critiques everything and assumes you know nothing" and "I am a bitch."
Next time I will talk about the joyous interview and who that should have tipped me off as well.
It all started on a regular day, as many stories do. I went up to my division to visit with teachers and restock my coffee cup, mostly to get more coffee. While I lounged on the blue love seat with a refilled cup of coffee my advisor flounced up to me and said the words that sealed my doom.
"I've found an internship you might be interested in."
"Really?" I replied barely containing my jubilation. "What company is if for?"
"I don't remember," said my advisor. "But, a nice lady called me earlier asking about communication majors who need internships. Since I know you still need a second internship to graduate I gave her your name."
"Sweet. What does the company do?"
"Well it's a non profit company that helps (the description will be left out because I like them, even if my contact was a bitch), and they want you to write a grant."
"Oh." I have never written a grant before. It sounded difficult. But not too difficult. "Can I get her number?"
And thus began the downfall of my last semester of college.
Everyone knows the very first thing do to when presented with a possible job is to research the company offering said job. I went to the non profits website (after my advisor found out the name, which is only mildly important).
It was the worst website I have ever seen. Seriously. They had six different tabs that had a single line of information written on each different page. Since the website had no information on it I was forced to search madly on the internet for anything remotely related.
After finding every possible link brought up on Google I thought I was well enough informed to call my contact lady, who for all future references will be called the cavewoman.
This is our phone conversation to the best of my memory, which is tainted by a red sea of rage.
"Hello?" cavewomen
"Hell-" Me
"Hello?"
"-" Me. This is the part were it all goes down hill, I was thrown off by her interruption.
"Hello?" Cavewoman
"Hello, my name is-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
"My name is-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
"My name is Mi-" Me
"What?" Cavewoman
After about six interruptions I am finally able to tell her my name and purpose for calling.
"My advisor said I should call you," Me
"Yes, I am looking for an intern who can write a grant. Have you ever written anything before?" Cavewoman
"Yes, but I have not written a grant before." Me
"That's fine. Do you know what the organization does?" Cavewoman
"Yes (short explanation of non profits work." Me
"Did you even look at our website?" Cavewoman
"Yes..." Me (Am I supposed to say that the website sucks balls on the first meeting?)
"Well what about the other things we do? (list of shit they do)" Cavewoman
"I'm sorry your website did not mention that, but I did find it mentioned in the local newspaper." Me
"Oh, the website doesn't mention that?" Cavewoman
"No." Me
"Oh. Well do you even want this internship?"
"Yes." Me (Lady why would I have called if I didn't want to internship?)
Then we set up a time to meet. It ended up being the day after I called her, which was way sooner than I would have been able to meet if I had not just put together my portfolio for a class.
Then comes the wonderful part were she tells me what to bring.
"Okay we will meet at this location." Cavewoman
"Okay, what type of writing sample do you want me to bring?" Me
"Well bring a writing sample and a list of classes you have taken." Cavewoman
"Okay." Me
"Also bring a list of jobs you have worked previously, like a resume." Cavewoman
"Sure." Me
I have a brilliant idea, why don't I just bring my resume? Apparently me being a senior in college means nothing to her. The whole thing with the writing sample was so stupid. If I am applying for a job to write a grant, which I would suggest not doing, why in all the seven hells would I not bring a writing sample?
This is the point I should have realized there was no way on earth I could work with the cavewoman effectively. But no, I was so desperate for an internship I completely ignored all the signs saying "Working for this lady will be a blow to your self worth since she critiques everything and assumes you know nothing" and "I am a bitch."
Next time I will talk about the joyous interview and who that should have tipped me off as well.
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