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Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Tue, 21 Sep 2004 03:36:37 GMT

so, i suppose this is really, really behind the times, but for the new people out there (as if there are any) check out my new site, ilovedrugs

Friday, August 29, 2003

Fri, 29 Aug 2003 00:34:58 GMT

i am such a dork. relatively simple concepts baffle me. i need help, serious help.

today, i went to the chevron gas station at gilbert and southern to fill up. i have never done anything more difficult in my life. it is a gas station with three nozzles at each pump and depending on which blend of gas you want, you take the according nozzle. i have never pumped gas at one of these types before; i always go to the places where they have one nozzle and you press a button. i was baffled by this. so i prepay inside and go to fill up; the pump won't work. whenever i pull back on the handle, it doesn't do anything, no gas is coming out. when i had taken the nozzle out of its holder, a little gas spilled out so i assumed that something must be wrong with the pump. so i go inseide, tell the girl working there who said that she knew pump 2 (the pump i was on) was working, but she said that she would put me on pump 4. the same thing happened. i stick the nozzle in the tank and pull on the handle and it still won't work. so i head back inside. another thing about this gas station, it has automatic sliding doors. so i am walking and this guy goes in and then i turn to go in the doors, as they are closing after he went, expecting the doors to sense me and to reopen. they didn't. i was walking through the doors and they were still closing. i got squeezed in between them. everyone waiting in line saw me and laughed. after breaking free from the doors, i tell the girl that pump four is not working. she says that she knows that pump is working. so she asks me if i flipped the metal thing up. i had no idea what she was talking about, so she walks with me out there and shows me what she's talking about (you have to flip up that metal thing that the nozzle sits in). so then everythign worked and as the car was getting filled, i noticed a handy little diagram next to the pump, explaining what i was supposed to do. my car finished filling up and i had change left, but i didn't get it because i was afraid of getting trapped in the doors again. it was quite a wild experience.

my name is amanda and i am an idiot.

Thursday, August 28, 2003

Thu, 28 Aug 2003 04:11:28 GMT

i saw owen for the first time today. what a doll.

panic mode: u of a's first scholarship review deadline is sept 1. i applied tonight.

Sunday, August 24, 2003

Sun, 24 Aug 2003 03:06:14 GMT

well. well, well, well.

adding to the generalization that all women are obsessed with marriage and getting married and everything related to marriage and getting married, marshalls has started selling underwear with pictures of a bride and goom on them and underwear with a picture of a wedding cake on them. and it's not even like underwear that says "wear it on your wedding night" or something else indicating that it's underwear only worn on certain occasions. crazy.

by the way, i love men. not in the sense that like i am in love with them, i just like it better when they come to the fitting rooms than when women come to try on clothes. when men try on clothes, they try on a make of four items and chances are that, 90% of the time, they will take all four items and buy them. when women try on clothes, they try on like 18 items and 98% of the time buy only two of them so i have to put the rest away. and men are a lot better about putting their clothes on the hangar.

yes! next week i only work monday and tuesday, from 5-10 each night and then i have the rest of the week off. and i have nothing really planned. hint, hint.

i forgot the book for english. what a goof.

if you want to go to tucson, contact me. telepathically, that is.

Monday, August 18, 2003

Mon, 18 Aug 2003 21:35:43 GMT

i got my ap scores today. finally.

Sunday, August 17, 2003

Sun, 17 Aug 2003 21:54:54 GMT

i am so tired. all i do is work all the time and wear myself out and then on the days i'm not working, i am completely unmotivated and just trying to rest up so the whole cycle can start again. and all for minimum wage. what semblance of a "social life" i had is going down the tube. and now with school... i hate my job and should quit but the desire for money drives me too hard to let myself end my position in the workforce.

wow, that was a complete whine-fest and i apologize for it.

on the subject of school, or the "sensory-deprivation prison," it seems that this will be an okay year. i have three "real" classes in the morning and they seem like they are going to be enjoyable. my afternoon classes are two hours of yearbook and a beginning fine art (first semester-ceramics; second semester-stained glass); in the afternoon it barely feels like i am in school. this year unsettles me a little, though, because my day feels off without a math class or a science class. oh well.

i still haven't gotten my ap scores. i don't want them.

i like "ilovedrugs" or "cranberrysauce." i will change my name to one of those eventually.

okay.

Monday, August 04, 2003

Mon, 04 Aug 2003 19:40:54 GMT

I am getting really sick of "aehinesaz" everything. What started out as a simple name that I could use for everything and always remember, has become a sign of my uncreativity and laziness. So I am mooching off the few people who read this journal and holding a naming idea forum. Just leave any suggestions as comments. Thanks.

Saturday, August 02, 2003

Sat, 02 Aug 2003 04:06:18 GMT

So anyway, I'm back from the reservation and I'm fresh off my first day of work. Wow, what a week.

All in all, I'd like to think that the youth leadership institute was a success. Although I know some of the kids didn't pay attention and will probably do nothing with what they learned, I also know that we opened some people's eyes to the environmental issues facing the reservation. I hope that their acquired knowledge pushes them to really try to make a difference. A lot of people leave the reservation to go to college, but once they are educated they never go back; I really hope that we helped create a sense of community in them and a sense of pride in being a Hopi that makes them want to come back and help their people. I met a lot of nice people that I hope to keep in touch with and I hope I can go back next year.

As for work, I was supposed to be a cashier but Marshall's got new cash registers and they don't have the new user manuals so I got stuck in receiving until they get the manuals or figure out how to use the registers. I hate receiving. Today I helped sort stuff that came in on the truck; their sorting system is really quite poorly set up and is confusing to people who are new and to people who can think rationally. I also put the clothes that came in on hangers. That was just boring. The head of receiving annoys me to the point where I want to slap her; it was hard spending seven hours into her department. However, everyone was really nice and did give me a lot of assistance and I like the managers. Next week I work like 32 hours. Wow. I will have only 136 free hours next week. What is a person supposed to do?

Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Wed, 30 Jul 2003 15:31:25 GMT

I am currently at the Hopi Indian Reservation putting on a leadership institute for the youth up here.

A word on the quality of life up here: This is poverty at it's worst. Anyone who ever describes themselves as oppressed or impoverished or as having a life that is anything but easy, is seriously disillusioned. Our lives may be trying at times but no matter how hard they are, our lives are still far better than the lives of the people up here. It is a sobering place.

However, up here, Mother Nature did some of her finest work. The landscape is beautiful and pure. There is no development up here, so you get to really see all the land in it's original state, untouched by expansionists out to exploit the land. It's incredible.

Friday, July 25, 2003

Fri, 25 Jul 2003 02:47:42 GMT

since amie added me to her "sites i read" list, i feel pressured to say something worthwhile so her action is not completely unworthwhile.

eh, i'll do it later.