I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad, Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
working at the senior center has its every day suprises. most of the time its simple things such as finding out that my favorite elder couple, Mary Ann and Bud, are 81 and 86 respectively. seriously, i thought they were in their mid to late 60s or early 70s. i've always said that i don't want to be an old person, but if i end up like some of these people here, i'd live to be a thousand given the choice. when i sit and think about my surroundings, i finally realize who i'm surrounded by. perhaps aiesec has blinded me to cultural differences. at school, other than aiesecers and a few random classmates, i don't really interact with many peeps not from the mid-west... but then i come to the senior center and i'm surrounded by the somali elders, my boss is from india and loves to give me shit about my americanness, i love talking with the "war-brides" from europe... whenever my grandparents talk about the past, i can sit and listen for hours... and the same goes when i'm at work. sometimes i'm distracted by 8 different friends on 4 different continents, but a lot of my distraction comes from the stories... i wonder what my stories will be like when i'm that age... probably something like... well, when i was in college, two of my best friends and i had this yearly ritual to cross a body of water every october 10 from east to west with a cute little letter for the west side....or, .. we used to sit in a circle when i was a kid, with a couple 40s and some shisha, continually passing them both around. that's what we did for fun...or, when it comes to telling my future nieces and nephews stories about their parents... patrick's kids better be prepared, 'cuz damn. my older brother and i have been through some rough nights together..and i have pictures of most of them!wow, that was a rather large tangent to what i originally wanted to post about. ahh, yes the senior center. love most of the old folks... however, coordinating the college kids working with the old folks is a pain in my ass... there, that was the rant for the day.
cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
not nearly as fun as last year. rather depressing, actually. on my feet serving people for over 11 hours, checking my phone only resulted in me hating myself due to the amount of drunk-dials i got.. (i secretly LOVE getting drunk-dials!)wore the same costume from last year, except no one here had seen it, so i dubbed it OK... and the fact that i think its OK makes me think that i'm really lame. spent half the night in the bathroom, for the sole reason of talking to other drunkies across the nation. woke up this morning in a complete panic. i had my cell phone, ... so i must've brought my purse home. no, wait a tic, my phone was down my shirt all night.... shit!.. do you know how horrible of a feeling it is to think that perhaps you left your purse at the bar with all of the tip money that you made for the weekend, your IDs, digital camera, favorite lipstick, credit cards, ss card, SAMS CLUB CARD!!!..???!!.. its a bad feeling, kids... really bad.i will always stand by the fact that there ain't no halloween like a madison halloween.
we can drive it home with one headlight
deer in headlights??.. well, there was the Deer... and headlights.
quick question
another random poll.... how many listeners out there have run something/someone over??...please be specific.(c:
i need a deep margarita to help me unwind
plane ticket... checkwork off... checkplace to stay... check (thanks chris!)handy dandy subway map folded just right so that i don't look so much like a tourist.. checki'm so ready to be gone! so ready to be back there with the smells and sounds. so ready for public transportation!! ready for flannery's, could use some peeps, too...i'm kinda afraid that it won't quench my thirst, though. that i'm going to leave there more depressed than before. that my love for the city will grow and then be taken from me in a few short days. that's the part about ny that i hate. the leaving. but, i'll make the most of it while i'm there, drink it in as much as possible. spend some quality time with people that i may not get to see for a good long while. yes, next weekend will be a good one.
its like a heat wave
first scraping morning of the season. frost covered, cold nose, cracking out the wool mittens. .... but still in just a hoodie. i love the brisk morning air of a midwestern fall.plane ticket will be bought tomorrow ... i will be in NYC next weekend... and i'm VERY excited about that.
live a life less ordinary, live a life extrodinary with me
it feels so good to be able to talk to those friends far away that you rarely see online. those rare moments are ones that i like to think are treasured the most.pretty stressful weekend, but the earnings were well worth it... i think that justified my wanting to buy that ticket for next weekend.i think my dream job would be doing the make-up of the stars... was the make-up artist for the newly wed one... i think i have a talent for that kind of thing...i'll have to look into that. my daydreams are so randomly huge... i remember telling my brother when i was little that i would be famous one day... he laughed at me. bastard.safe thoughts for the @ers past and present going through Wilma right now. really makes you think if the end of the world is coming??.. doesn't it suzanne?
i've got my girlfriends, who needs a boyfriend
apparently, some people... and as she was waking up this morning, the boyfriend became "fiance"... so, within the past month, two of my best friends have become brides to be. it was a mystery as to when it was going to happen too, as their wedding is scheduled (secretively) for tomorrow. boys, sometimes i wonder.so, yeah.. the boyfriend thing. getting one is something that i've yet to master. hmm."bachlorette party" last night for the soon to be wed one. always interesting being downtown st. cloud. never know who'll stare at your chest all night. just happened to be the old guy in the corner, last night. ... but holly, he never groped me and therefore, i'm still single (c;still on the prawl for the perfect post-college job, if anyone knows of any out there... i'm a marketing major and need to pay back my loans...hoping that NYC will happen in 2 weeks from today. as soon as i get one of my reimbursement checks in the mail, the ticket will be bought. i think its going to be a long weekend.. feel free to call to make it more enjoyable than i'm anticipating.
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
thinking is dangerous... and i like to walk on the wild sidei've been thinking lately, and the smell of the woman sitting next to me reminds. i quit about 3 weeks ago and headaches have not been present since. its amazing to me how many people are addicted. i used to love the smell, would even breathe deeply as someone passed by on campus, trails of smoke going straight up my nose. it used to feel so good. and now, as the lingering aroma of her latest encounter permeates from her everything, the woman next to me puts a good "thank you" into my head. i cannot even stand the smell anymore. its back to the way i used to be. being in a smokey bar is less than desirable, which is hard since being in the restaurant business, most of my friends enjoy them a lot. so, i just pick and choose... don't have to go out as much. life's too short, some things are just too dangerous. there's definately a difference between a thrill to keep life exciting and a conscious choice to kill yourself...
What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive
i'm not really sure how i feel about this past weekend. to tell you the truth, i'm not sure where it went. probably because i was unconcious for a large part of it. i was in bed on saturday for about 16 hours straight.. went through 4 movies, slept through most of them. my body finally screamed for me to stop. so i did. contemplated crawling out for a drink with friends in the evening, but opted against that. crazy, i know. however, sunday i did close the bars. have you ever started the night with people, somehow gotten split up from them for an hour or so and when you meet back up, there is a definate intake difference between the two halfs? all i have to say is that my boss is a really good hugger and i hope he got home safely.i worry about people and choices that they make. somehow i feel obligated to protect my friends, even from themselves at times. however, not always a successfully completed task. i wish honesty was more prevalent, that people realized things sooner, that if you felt one way or another about someone, that all you had to do was say it and everything would be perfectly fine. but then, i guess we wouldn't be human. i will officially have to move on with my life two months from today. then i will have to be honest with myself. then i will have to face the truths of life. then i won't be able to hide behind the "i'm a college student" facad anymore....then i will have to figure out how i will contribute to society and to what society i want to contribute to.3 weeks... i can't wait for the smell of urine in the subways and garbage in the streets. there's just something about it that i've been missing. i can't believe it will have been a whole year.
i'm a loser, baby.. so why don't you kill me
this very unfortunate post is to inform everyone that i told otherwise that after reviewing my bank account today (and it frowning a LOT at me) i will not be able to attend madison halloween. i do promise, however, that sometime before i leave the midwest, i will spend a weekend in the mad-city... because i promised burbs i would. adam, you shall not give my bracelet away to some pretty girl. it is mine, and i will have it back sooner or later. if not, you will die.. it means that much to me.this is so hard for me to do, but headhunters are soon to be looking for me, and so i will slave away and sell my soul instead of partying like the rockstar that i should be.i love you all... good night!
Is it scary for you
does the BK guy creep anyone else out... like completely? he's like EVERYWHERE... like he's following you. where will he turn up next? i think he's trying to kill people. and NOT by clogging your arteries.this year, the university got all new chairs for the classrooms... and literally, they're a pain in the ass. definately not designed for those of us that have 4 classes in a row... a mere 15 minutes in between. nazi bastards is what i like to think the people who ordered them are.i need ideas for night 2 of halloween in madison (that is, if i come)... big fur coat that could be used, and judging by the coldness of the weather already, i think its almost a necessity to use it. but any good ideas for a big fur coat as a PART of a costume?
i've got friends in low places
so, here's the compilation of pictures from last weekend... ENJOY
i don't want to go home tonight
as soon as i get done with work today, i'm going home, moving my TV into my room and taking a nap. i'm worn out. and being the smart person i am, i picked up extra shifts at work this week.---frat·er·nize
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Pronunciation Key (frtr-nz)intr.v. frat·er·nized, frat·er·niz·ing, frat·er·niz·es
-To associate with others in a brotherly or congenial way.
-To associate on friendly terms with an enemy or opposing group, often in violation of discipline or orders.
apparently i am a violator of this act... although i don't really understand it according to dictionary terms. they say that being friends with a manager at work is fraternizing when you leave work, but she's not my manager.. i don't answer to her, nor does she have to keep me in-line. the only time we talk to each other is either joking around while we're doing prep work, when my food's coming out slowly and i need to light a fire under her ass, or when she has to tell me that we're out of (insert food item here) and i can't take orders for that anymore. so, we have to pretend to not be good friends anymore, we have to alter our hang-out locations, blah blah blah... bastards.----question: how do you rack up a $200 phone bill?... have someone who doesn't have a cell phone come visit, apparently... holy ouchness, man!somehow, in my mind, that kind of stuff doesn't hinder my chances to going to NYC. the excess over and above my usual standard bill alone could've bought my ticket. i think there may be something wrong with me.
i can make anybody pretty
what a freezer SHOULD look like
Originally uploaded by conniemg6.in discussion, we thought this may make mikey smile just a little. it was for 3 of us for one night. 12 forty's and one bottle of UV. i'm still wondering why i didn't go to madison for school...
probably because this would've made me drop out and/or killed me
thanks burbs for putting me up, and the rest of y'all crazy madisonites for visiting with me!
kiss me, out of the bearded barley
that's a little slice of heaven
Originally uploaded by conniemg6.oh man, fun times. i absolutely love that i can be with these people who are my aiesec friends, know that it may be years until i see them next, but its perfectly natural, simply OK that we're together for only one night. is it because, just maybe we're different, a little more raw when we're around these people? can we possibly be more ourselves around these people? are we different than we usually are? or are we not being ourselves at all, are we morphed into our "aiesec-self"?
i'd like to think that i'm a little more my true-self. even though i don't really hold anything back from anyone. ask and ye shall know.. they ask, so they know.
thanks for a good weekend, all. of course some good laughs were had, just the way i needed them. can't wait for another in 3 weeks and again in 4.
come to madison halloween!!
in true connie fashion
i took a complete header in front of over 200 senior citizens tonight. we're doing an oktoberfest (soberly...) celebration in honor of the HUGE german population in St. Cloud. i completely embrace my germanness with all the brats (not snotty children mind you), kraut, and in my case... beer that i can get my hands on. but being the "in charge of everything that may go wrong girl" tonight, i ended up running more than once in 3 inch heals (a challenge for even the best of us stilletto wearers). and the heal got caught in my pant cuff and i biffed 'er hard. on the positive side, no hips were broken nor ambulences called this time around!
if you like pina coladas, getting caught in the rain
just got an email, which somewhat comes as a relief. although i thought the interview went well on thursday, they don't think that i'm the right fit for the company. like i said, it sorta comes as a relief. takes one third of the equation awayanother fun weekend in the aiesec world. go figure, right. pictures are soon to come from RoKS and my fabulous night in madison, some that should make mix proud.so much to say, yet nothing at all... farid, thanks so much for the chat today. so glad to get things cleared up. although you need to stop being so sarcastic so that i can tell when you're being serious next time!
wake me up before you go-go
i leave bright and early tomorrow morning... if you have requested my presence, you will at the very least receive a phone call. thanks for making me feel wanted!i have so much shit to do before tomorrow... my portfolio is still quit non-existant. and i got called into work early today. so a quick lunch date with the soon to be married ex-roommate, and then work... and then an all-nighter putting the portfolio together. who would've thought that would be what i pull an all-nighter for?yay for RoKS this weekend... its going to be fabulous! i'm so excited to see everyone and work towards our re-vamping goals...
I'll make a wish for you and hope it will come true
love seems to be surrounding me... the engagement, the soon to be secret wedding. my friend asked me this morning what i was doing some saturday... i have to work. she was just wondering if i could do her make-up (wink). they weren't going to tell me when it was going to happen. i knew that it was going to be in october, i've already helped her picked out her outfit for the secret event, but all i would really know is that come november first, they would already be married. but she spilled the beans today. and now i'm in on it, have to keep it (mostly) secret... at least from certain people (ie: our friends who don't know and their parents, who i don't know anyway). so, yay! its good stuff.its a shitty day out, which will make the fact that i was up uber early to study even worse... the tiredness will be harsh today, and i'm pretty sure that i'll have to shut down the restaurant for a third day in a row.need to study... and need to put together my portfolio... two days until crazy-town. i hope y'all are ready for me!
i think i'm scared, do i talk too much
haven't squeeled like a little girl in quite a while... yesterday broke that trend. congrats, kids. i'm so happy for you both!! i better be invited, wherever it ends up being!its gonna be a LONG week... work, tests, job interview, playing madison style, RoKS. damn, gina, this is gonna hurt.note to self: coffee at the senior center tastes like warm water and they only have powdered creamer.... sacrifice $2 and pick up some real stuff next time.after roks, i'm going to start moving again... i've only been back for one month, but its time to get the furniture out. can't wait for the last minute on these things, you know. the not-so-nice roommate is going to LOVE me for this one. the couch that she sits on every day will be gone and so will the entertainment center that holds her movies...and since the entertainment center will be gone, there will be nothing to hold MY TV or DVD player that she likes to watch .... i think she's pretty much worn out my remote... so, i'm going to move that into my room, because its mine, and she's not-so-nice. i suppose that may make me not-so-nice too, but like i said, its mine... and i can't ever watch my TV because she never leaves my couch or puts down my remote. so, i'm reclaiming what's mine. did i make my point? i think so... moving on.have a marvelous week... mine's going to be!
