Sunday December 14, 2003 (5:14 PM)

Music - Anderson Mesa, by Jimmy Eat World

Oh, something ridiculously cute happened today! These two little sisters, Emma and Sara, come skate at the rink every weekend. They have chubby little faces and oodles of strawberry blond curls. While one of them is having a private lesson, the other one will sit near me and we'll play a game. Today, I got to talking with their father and he asked me where I'm from. I told him that my family lives in New Jersey and I go to college in New York. His girls piped up, "New Jersey! Isn't that where Cousin (insert name here) lives?" Their father said yes, and the girls wanted to know if they could come to my house and visit me XD They said they wanted to have holiday dinner together. Their dad had a good laugh about it but oh, they were so cute. ^___^

This Thursday I got my paycheck, and I suspected that it was a little bit short. I didn't want to bring it up to the manager because I didn't know what he would think, but I finally got up the courage to go and see for myself. As it turns out, they missed 15 hours of pay for me. The accountant, Kelly, said she'd put it on the next check. I'm glad I asked. I need the money because I'm about to go shopping for some basic clothing that's been missing from my wardrobe. I need to buy...

• sneakers. The ones I have are literally falling apart.
• boots. It'd be really useful to have something that can withstand rain and snow.
• boots. Not rain boots or snow boots, but something that comes up to the knees to wear with skirts.
• clothes for the holiday party. The Chelsea Piers employee party is this Friday and I have nothing to wear. I realized that all my clothes are either street clothes or suits.
• some generic holiday presents. These are remarkably handy to have when people give you an unexpected gift.

And now, for some unadulterated silliness.

Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

-- Tsunami

Thursday December 11, 2003 (12:14 AM)

Music - none

I was looking back at old entries and old comments and I found one comment that I didn't remember. Something about me being soulless and that my going to college was a good riddance. I find it odd that people who claim to be open-minded and accepting choose to view cold, hard logic as "soulless." It's too far in the past to produce any real stress or anxiety. I love how things that happened just a year ago seem so much further away than they are. It's also amazing how healing it is to be alone. Things are different now. Things are good.

All three of my roomies are going home for the holidays. I'm gonna be alone in the dorm for about a month. I don't know whether to look forward to it or be nervous about it. Calynn left this morning. Sonja and Laine are leaving next week. Soon it's gonna be me and my kitty!

-- Tsunami the soulless

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Monday December 1, 2003

Music - Ma Vie, l'Ete de Vie, by Pizzicato Five

I know I haven't been updating much recently, and my excuse, which should not be accepted at any rate, is that I had to work. The entirety of my Thanksgiving break was spent at Chelsea Piers. The manager, Ronnie, ordered a Thanksgiving meal for 100 people and everyone who worked that day ate together. I didn't get to go home, but it wasn't so bad. I worked 5 days that week, so any time that I have over 40 hours will count as overtime. This next paycheck is going to be such fun!

There's this strange thing that the TV next to my bed does. It turns on by itself. No joke. Sometimes I'll go to sleep with the TV off and wake up with it on. All my roomies are still asleep. Or I'll be sitting at my computer Law & Order comes on. At those times, I'm thankful, but it's nontheless strange. Most of the time, it turns on when I close my dresser. When the drawer slams back into the cabinet, the TV will turn on. I don't get it.

Today I finished 1/2 of the 8-hour training session to get my bartending certification. I was afraid that everybody would know more than I, but the instructor is really cool and there are people there who know absolutely nothing, like me. It's really a lot of fun! I'm glad I got into it. I've only learned about 25 drinks so far and tomorrow we're gonna learn the cocktails.

Between Bio and Conwest today, I stopped at the Space Market to pick up a snack. Next to the register, I saw a box of Pocky. Yum. What's remarkable at this Pocky is the flavor. It was Men's Pocky. What the hell is Men's Pocky? Is it for straight men and it tastes like women? Or for gay men and it tastes like men? The picture just looked like plain old chocolate Pocky to me. Here's a picture of the box:

Note what it says in the description in the corner:

Crispy pretzel dipped in dark chocolate for the intelligent connoisseur who enjoys the finer points in life.

Why the HELL is it called Men's Pocky? It's just frickin dark chocolate! Women can be intelligent connoisseurs. They can enjoy the finer points in life too, right? I think they can...hmm, they oughta make a Women's Pocky.

-- Tsunami, who enjoys the finer points in life