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Christmas was surprisingly good. Don't know how that happened.

My family behaved. They liked my calendars I made for them. My cousins are the cutest little girls in the world. My youngest cousin still thinks my name is Jimmy, but at least she thinks I'm fun. We decorated cupcakes, though decorate is a nice word for smearing on some icing and pouring a jar of sprinkles on them. Then we made a gingerbread christmas tree that looked like it had seen better days. And they helped me make the christmas trifle.

My 8 year old cousin is starting to question the existence of Santa Clause. She kept asking me if I believed in him. I told her a story of how I once saw Santa on our porch. Luckily my mom remembers when I thought I saw Santa and could back up my story to her.

The three year old is still in Santa heaven. One of my cousin's children was behaving badly and she told me to call Santa and ask if he could still open his presents. It was too cute.

I made a cake for my grandmother's birthday and it was one of the tastiest things I've ever had. I'm going to play with the recipe and make it even better. I'm thinking making them into stuffed cupcakes would be a fantastic idea.

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So I got off the phone and suddenly I have that heart hurty feeling. What is wrong with me? It's been happening more and more and more lately. Fuck. That's right... Fuck.

I feel like I'm going to cry. And then throw up. And then cry some more.

I really need this to stop.

Current Mood:
depressed depressed
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I'm a little afraid of hell. Where did that one come from?
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So it's been a while since I've had a rant about Reuben on here. I think it's time. Yes, yes it is.

So, I made plans with my mom to have her pick me up, go vote, and then we would have dinner and eat junk food while watching the polls come in. My mom and I always watch the polls come in. Have since Clinton's first election.

So she picks me up, we go vote, and we head to her house. Reuben is there writing a paper on the computer, listening to music with CNN on mute. I notice they are talking about the elections and ask if I can turn up the sound, which my mother says yes to.

Reuben says I can only turn on the sound if I don't watch CNN.

I inform him that I came over to watch CNN and the elections.

And all he says is "Well, I think there is a TV in the other room."

Which of course pisses me off. We've had these plans for weeks and he knows it.

So I just tell my mom I'm leaving and go to pack up some laundry I'd left there.

So what was different about this offence?

My mom was more furious than I was.

She came into my old bedroom and started doing that pacing whisper rant about Reuben acting like an ass just because he has a paper due. Like the world is supposed to stop just for him because he is in a bad mood.

So I told her just to tell him that. He can use a computer at the library if he is that hard up for one. Hell, she has work to do on it anyways.

Which of course gets a "I won't talk to him with you here."

Translation: I'm mad but won't say anything.

We ended up sitting in my old bedroom watching the polls. And everytime I ventured out to get something I gace the death glare. I didn't want Reuben to break tradition with my mom. I was nervous it would jinx the elections or something.

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We won the house!!! We won the house!!! We won the house!!!

That is all.

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We could win!!! We could win!!! We could win!!!

That is all.

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I keep getting that heavy heart feeling, like I have something to feel guilty about. Why? Well, I have no clue really. I keep having these weird flashbacks to everything I've ever said that may have offended or upset someone. Anything I ever did wrong keeps crossing my mind. I've been having trouble sleeping because of it. And I'm not talking recent things. I'm talking everything since sophomore year of high school. Seven years ago. That's a long damn time ago.

I need therapy. And drugs. Lots and lots of prescription drugs. And maybe some alcohol. And a lobotomy, that might be good. And then I need to cut my tongue out so I never say anything stupid again. And I guess I'll have to lock myself in a box as well, just so I can't do anything stupid either. Then I will be cured.

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Something is very very very wrong with me. I burst into tears while watching a disaster movie. What the fuck is going on with my brain?
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A while ago I read an article that made me want to go out and slap the writer while screaming "How stupid can you be?" It was an article on not voting. But the not voting wasn't the part that annoyed me. It's your fair right not to vote. If you wish to have not take advantage of having a say in the way your country is run, then don't. No, what annoyed me was his statements regarding why he was an authority in deciding if people should vote or not.

Because he watches the Daily Show, he is more informed than others in regards to politics.

Yeah, he's fucking ridiculous.

I mean, I like the Daily Show as much as anyone else. Does that make me an authority on politics? No!! It makes me someone who likes comedy.

And this guy got published?

Yeesh.

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I think I need to be medicated. Heavily medicated. And I think I need a vacation.

Honesty sucks.

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My heart hurts. I don't know why. Either I'm dying or I'm anxious about some unknown problem.

That is all.

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The Article:

“County Students Excel in AP Test Results”

The Response:

I am writing you in regards to an article written by Tiffany Pakkala and published in the Gainesville Sun on September 25, 2006 entitled “County Students Excel in AP Test Results.” While I am exceedingly pleased to hear that Alachua County is doing so well academically, I was disappointed to realize that one important part of our education system was sadly overlooked. Namely, the teachers.

I myself am a former AP/IB student who graduated from Eastside High School back in 2001. And I am also the child of an AP/IB teacher at Eastside High School. I have seen our county’s teachers from both ends of the spectrum, professionally and personally. And I can and always will defend their role in shaping the lives of their students.

Our teachers are the very core of our education system. They are the ones standing in front of our children, developing and challenging their minds. And they are the ones standing behind our children, pushing them towards success. A school is built, not by the government behind it and not by the administration running it, but by the greatness of its teachers, by the support they give to their students, and by the care they take in helping them become all that they can be.

As a student I will never forget the teachers who were an influence to me. And as the child of a teacher, I am never allowed to forget the influence they have had on others. Barely a week goes by that I do not run into a former student of my mother who has nothing but praise and thanks for her. She has been a teacher in Alachua County’s school system for twenty years now and has taught thousands of students. It is impossible to disregard the impact she has had on this county.

And yet my mother is only one of many who were overlooked by Pakkala’s article.

Deputy Superintendent Sandy Hollinger was quoted as giving credit to the district's high standards. What standards are these? As a student, I was never aware of any standards placed on my education by the district. As a student, I never even gave a thought to the district. The only awareness I had of the School Board of Alachua County was the fact that SBAC was stamped on the bottom of my chair. They may have been behind the scenes, organizing and orchestrating the bigger picture. But few students care about the bigger picture. And no student is working hard for their School Board.

I would like to give my congratulations to our School Board members for their great success in making Alachua County number one in the state. But I’d like to also remind them of who exactly is behind that success. And I ask that they recognize them for all that they do. They deserve it.

Congratulations to our teachers. Well done.

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So Rush is upon us and I find myself going nuts.

Here is the thing... we have one completely worthless worker on the team. She's been there a year, she knows what is coming, and yet tonight she calls and says she won't be coming in (she can't get a ride.)

So I stop in to get the keys I keep forgetting to find her not there. And to find that the person who has been there since 10am is staying until closing. And while I would think that being considerate to a fellow employee, I can't help but think that he's just trying to suck up after getting everyone pissed off at him for being unwilling to work any hours. We hired these people full time... he wants to work two days a week. We didn't need him tonight... we needed him all those nights he said he wouldn't work. And why the hell was he so pissed about having to work weekend nights if obviously he has nothing going on.

So I get pissed. He isn't really needed there, the no show should have taken a god damned cab into work, and my boss needs to step up and do something about this!!

I don't know why I'm so involved in this. I think probably it's because 1) we've been dealing with shit like this from the no show since I've been there and 2) I'm busting my ass off to get through the next two weeks and some people are just being downright stupid and lazy. We all have something invested in making the next two weeks go smoothly... namely the fact that no one wants to live in utter hell for two weeks straight.

So now I feel bad for getting huffy. Anger to self loathing. My moods are all over the place.

What I need is to step back a bit. Trouble is, it's hard to step back when you have to be involved in something for 70 hours a week. It's not really my problem... but isn't it when it will inevitably effect me. Getting behind now means those of us really working hard have to step up even further to catch up.

It's all just ridiculous. It's my own righteousness coming and biting me (and everyone else apparently) in the ass.

So I'll take tomorrow off... go in at 4am Monday morning with a new outlook (namely, don't get angry at your coworkers)... and hope things go smoothly.

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To scoot... or not to scoot.

Scooter for sale from some guy for $450. Can't decide if I want it or not. I'm afraid I might be terrified of riding it. And I'm in battle with a boy at work over it.

I think I'll just let him take it.

I hate being indecisive.

But got a DVD player for $15. What great timing. Mine just broke.

Current Mood:
irritated irritated
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I'm not feeling so great so I left work early. Unfortunatly, since then I've gotten several calls from my coworker on how to do things.

Sigh...

I hope she'll be alright till the night crew gets in. It's pretty dead right now and she does know how to do most things. This could be good for her. If not, I'll go back in I suppose. As long as my stomach can stand it.

Current Mood:
worried worried
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You know, I really need to stop buying books and finishing them in 3 hours. Economically speaking it's not good for me.

The new Undead book came out on the 6th and I didn't even realize it till today. So I immediately bought it of course. And now I'm regretting reading it so fast cause I have to wait till October for the next one. I love this series.

Current Mood:
amused amused
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Did they change the features on this update page or something? And what is with the Autosave? Freaking me out man!!!

AC isn't working well. It's 80 fucking degrees in here. The landlord better get in here tomorrow and fix it or there will be hell to pay. If another tenant knocks on my door asking me to turn it down again (it's down at 68 by now) I will be getting mace.

Wierd guy came into work today. He didn't buy anything, asked questions about our benefits package, and stole our paperclips. Who steals paperclips I ask? Crazy people!! Crazy people steal paperclips!!

Then a woman came in frantic cause her father went missing at 2am last night. It was kind of sad and disturbing, ok not kind of, but very. She wanted 1000 flyers as fast as possible. Unfortunately our two normal machines are down so I took charge and ordered the newbie to run 250 on the self serves while I ran the rest on the big Doc in the back. She was grateful... till the $60 check came out. We have no special "missing person" fee.

The g'ma saw my apartment today. She liked it, thank god. Said it was charming. That is, until we tried to get the curtain rods into the walls. Then all of us were cursing my residence. Damn concrete walls.

Current Location:
My hot as hell apartment
Current Mood:
annoyed annoyed
Current Music:
No music... Just the sound of my air purifier
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I dreamt I was part of some space traveling team. There were seven of us and we each had these secret names. I can't remember mine but I remember one was "The Swede" cause she was Swedish. She was there to keep peace between the Americans and the Russians.

Anyways, my team thought I was dead but really I was captured. And one day "The Doc" saw me in the enemies secret lair. But when she got back no one believed her cause she described me as "having big hairspray hair." Sign I should be wearing more hairspray? Maybe.

Anyways, at the end of the dream I'd been saved by one of the other team members, "The Arch," who also happened to be my husband (FREAKY!!... but he was very hot.) Then he returned me home, and suddenly we were all sitting around the house talking about what a great episode of the tv series it had been and how our ratings would sky rocket cause "The Swede" did full frontal nudity.

On another note... Megan scared the shit out of my mom and me. I was in the kitchen getting chai and my mom stage whispers to me... "Um Amy, there is someone on our couch." Took a moment for us to recognize her. Heart Attack in the AM.

Current Mood:
amused amused
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Some of this is right...

Your Birthdate: October 7

You are an island. You don't need anyone else to make you happy.
And though you see yourself as a loner, people are drawn to you.
Deep and sensitive, you tend to impress others with your insights.
You also tend to be psychic - so listen to that inner voice!

Your strength: Your self sufficiency

Your weakness: You despise authority

Your power color: Maroon

Your power symbol: Hammer

Your power month: July

But do I really despise authority? I always thought I greatly respected it.

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Well, I got the job. I'm officially employed, assuming I can pass a drug test.

Let's see, can I pass a drug test? Hmmm... I think so.

In other news, the nation, and my mind, is falling apart more and more. I think I may be watching too much CNN, Daily Show, and Colbert Report. The other day I had a dream that VP Cheney was coming to my aunt's house in what I like to call Republican Land (kinda like Disney, but minus Gay Day... and anything remotely enjoyable.) I ran to warn everyone that "Cheney is coming, Cheney is coming, Put on your bulletproof vests." I got to the house and found Jon Stewart sleeping in a cast iron bed frame with bedding shaped like a giant spanish omelet. We proceeded to play a prank on a friend of mine by having her go ask Stephen Colbert where she could get an abortion. When she came back crying and started wrestling with me in anger, Stewart pulled out a camera and filmed it for "Girls Gone Wild."

Current Mood:
accomplished accomplished
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