reverie

a note on tipping I went out to dinner tonight with my family. Yes, my weekends have descended into spending a lot of time with my parents, which can be pretty cool, but is not entirely unpathetic, but ah well. It's just that all my friends are scattered across the country. Anyway, eating out reminded me of my lovely days last summer waitressing at Hiro. Keep this in mind when you tip someone, the kind of tip you give can weigh heavily on a person's self-esteem. If I know I wasn't a great waitress and you don't give me a great tip, then it's okay. It sucks having an off day and knowing the customers know it, but at least it's warranted. But when you're trying your best and someone gives you a crappy tip, it makes you feel horrible. It makes your best not good enough, which is likely not true, it's just likely that the customer is a cheap jerk, but logic doesn't make you feel that much better. So think about that when you go to leave a tip, you could ...

the anti-relationship One thing to keep in mind, I do not write this as a bitter girl who is jealous of those in relationships and thus cannot deal with people in relationships. I write this as an observer of relationships. I should also note that I am speaking of romantic relationships here, in case that was unclear. There seem to be, as a sweeping generalization (thank you Jared), two types of relationships. The first in which both people are the better for it. This relationship does not draw any complaints from yours truly, nor should it draw any complaints from anyone else. Then there is type 2. This is the kind of relationship that makes me desire deal out unimaginable amounts of pain to people. This is the relationship in which both people are the worse for it. This relationship manifests itself in several ways. I will provide a list of some of the more annoying: 1. blowing off friends you haven't spent time with in months to spend time with the gf you have ...

I saw a baby squirrel last week When I was in LA the only small furry animals I saw were really good friends with the pavement. Anyway, on a less splattered note, I talked to Garret tonight, which is a very happy thing. He's the only one I didn't have a proper goodbye with in LA & didn't have any way of contacting until I remembered that he had signed on instant messenger one time on my computer, so I added his screenname this week & just had to wait to cross paths with him. It made my night very happy. Though, my night was already going quite well as I got to hang out with my youngest brother. A good time was had by all. Now as it is midnight I am going to go watch the movie we rented for free, thanks to Honey Nut Cheerios, and then I will go to bed. The goal this weekend is to make job progress, see Troy, and catch up with Dan, which means going to Buffalo Wild Wings! Wahoo!!

select level of education completed It's interesting to now be able to check the Bachelor's degree box as opposed to putting Some College Completed. I just thought of that because I was filling out my registration for monster.com. I guess that makes the whole job search thing real now. It's odd, but a happy thing. There were actually some helpful listings there, so I will spend the weekend sending out resumes. I spent two hours last night trying to get a crying one year old to go back to sleep. For a brief period it made me almost rethink wanting to have children someday, though now I realize babysitting in some regards is more difficult than parenting. I know, babysitters get paid and get to go home at the end of the night or next day as it were in this case. True, but when a child is screaming in the middle of the night, she doesn't want the babysitter, she wants mom or dad. When you're mom or dad you can walk into the child's bedroom and at least ...

cooking for one It's quite sad. I made a teriyaki burger for lunch today, or for those who know the Red Robin a banzai burger. It's the first time since LA that I've cooked really, which in itself is sad. It's much more fun to cook for lots of people and to enjoy that time together. It's weird how much harder it was to leave LA after only having been there a semester than it was to leave NW having been there for 3 1/2 years. Of course I suppose in many ways I had already said my goodbyes to NW and had moved on. Anyway, I'm babysitting in just an hour & need to get some things done before I go. Until later . . .

things I believe I believe that you have to be willing to see the funny. Is a girl having "relations" with a stuffed monkey in a movie pushing the limits? Yes. Is it hilarious? Absolutely. Would people realize this if they weren't too busy being crusty? I think so. I believe that people get too caught up in the details. I believe I see the world from my own perspective, and that trying to fit into a box would be the death of myself. There are millions of people who fit into the conservative Christian box and are thrilled to death about it, but I am not one of those people. I do not believe in conformity. I do not believe we should all be alike. I believe that assimilation is for the fearful, those who are so married to their singular ideas about the world that they are closed off to anyone else's ideas. I believe that at 22 I am still forming my ideas about the world. I believe that is a good thing. I believe that I do not have enough life experience to have built my ...

optimism is the supreme source of sadness how foolish of me to think that upon being offered a job AND accepting it, I should be excited because there's no telling when they'll just hire someone else the next day. who does that?? my life is sad right now, and I have no way to call anyone I really want to because my phone doesn't get service here and I don't have a phone card. yay

it could in fact not be any harder Note to self: listening to "Could It Be Any Harder" by The Calling the week you're saying goodbye to some of the coolest people in the world is not a great plan. Could it be any harder To watch you go To face what's true I know in my heart I will see these people again, but I am sad not to be seeing them everyday right now, especially when I think about Jared's speech at the final banquet. It was awesome and just thinking about being so far away from these amazing people right now is very sad. And until now I haven't had a chance to really process it as I was busy packing and moving home, though, I hope to be back in LA quite soon. I miss it, which is odd because I fully believe Omaha to be the greatest city in the whole of the world and I don't want to be here right now. It's great seeing people again, but this is not where my heart is right now, and that's a first in my life. Anyway, that's w...

do I look like a terrorist? Apparently I do as I was the victim of racial profiling today at the Bob Hope Airport in Burbank. First they misplaced our boarding passes, way to be secure. Then we finally get to security after they completly unpack and repack two of my bags, doing a terrible job I might add. Then I was "randomly" selected to go through special security or whatever gay term they had for it. I would perhaps be a little more inclined to believe it was random had the random people they picked not been me and the Asian woman behind me. The white woman in front of us was not randomly selected. Hmm, that doesn't seem strange at all. I was of course dressed like a terrorist with my blue polo and khaki pants on. Okay, I am mostly being facetious, it was just a frustrating morning. I am now back in Omaha & honestly don't know how I feel about that, which is weird for me. I do believe Omaha to be the greatest city in the whole of the world, but asi...