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:: Jessi 3/18/2003 10:39:00 PM [+] ::
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What's up guys? Nothin' much, I gather. Nothin' much with me either, except I had a great day on Monday. I'd tell you why, but maybe it's more of a private thing. Anyway, so I watched the Dr. Phil show today. Okay, you can stop laughing now, you jerk. I like his show! Today Dr. Phil went on a huge rant about how he hates people with cell phones. Not just people who own them, which many of us do. He was upset about the people who have to be connected, as he said, "24/7" even while they're in a movie or eating dinner at a restaurant. I must say I wholeheartedly agree. And there's nothing that bothers me more than seeing biches (which is more gender-neutral than "bitches") driving in their SUVs and chatting on the phone. I hope you fucking roll your car, you shithead. You deserve it for talking to your buddy Butch about the ho you screwed last night at the party you can't quite remember because you had too many beers. Wait till you get home and you aren't rollin' around town in a moving death machine, Jackhole. If you don't care about my life, I don't care about yours, you disgusting social pisshole fucker.

Wanna know what? There was this one time I was at a movie with someone (I think it may have been my mom, but I don't remember.) Anyway, it was getting near the end of the film, and some sack of worthless flesh got a call on his cell phone. As if that weren't bad enough, he decided, rather than to turn off his phone at that point, to take the call and start talking at high volume on his phone as we watched the movie. I wanted to take one of those metal poles, you know the ones that hold the velvet rope they have a movie theaters, and shove it straight up his sorry ass, so that maybe his phone call wouldn't seem so urgent at that point. But then the fucker finally left, and missed the end of the movie. Ahh, sweet justice.

Just one last piece of advice for these people: Turn off your damn phone, or so help me ::insert deity of your choice here:: I'll walk over and crush the phone for you, so you won't have to worry about it anymore. Thank you.

Right, so Dr. Phil. There was also a couple on his show today who were asking Dr. Phil if they should get married. I guess there was a trust issue. Dr. Phil voiced his concerns about what should happen if they were to get married, but I'd bet any one of you money that they go and get married anyway. That's another thing that really, really bothers me. I know the divorce rate is really high in this country. It's because fucking shitheads get married without thinking and despite burning doubts they probably have in their minds about it. I see people every day at work who look like about the dumbest couple combo ever. Mostly people who are both good looking. I know that, more often than not, two hot people are getting married because they're both hot and they're into the superficiality of it all. You disagree? Don't. I knew these people in high school. They're hot, and everyone tells them so, and they have these standards of attractivenes that you have to live up to if they're to associate with you (unless you're their "pity friend" who they have around just to remind them how attractive they are by comparison). So then all their relationships are based on a shallow concept of looks. Then they get married to the hottest other person, despite probably not having much else in common. And then they get older and their looks go and they have nothing. That's why marriages fail. Well, not the only reason, but that's the reason I want to talk about right now. I can't wait to go to my thirty year high school reunion and see the sorry sacks these people become, after their years in the tanning parlor and the bleached hair and cigarettes have worn their looks until they're nothing of their former splendor. So all they can do is let the emphysema eat away at their lungs, and pile on the makeup and hairspray their hair until they're the vision of middle aged horror that everyone sees in their nightmares. And then they go shop at Target.

Riight, so I'm not really a bad person, I just get mad sometimes. Mr. Rogers tells me it's all right to get mad sometimes. R.I.P. Mr. Rogers.

So, what are my Spring break plans? Well, tomorrow I'm gonna go to the Mall of America with Eric and some other people. I don't know quite who all the other people are exactly, I don't think things are quite finalized. Anyway, I'm gonna buy stuff at food specialty shops, and eat in the food court. Maybe more than once ^_^ Then on Thursday I'm going to the anime club Spring Break Anime Marathon, or "SBAM" if you're feeling saucy. A full day of anime it is. Much fun will be had, and many smelly otaku will be seen. I should document it by creating a nature documentary about the Otakuous smellius in its natural habitat. But then again, I'm not motivated. Maybe we'll go to United Noodles then too, but that would require someone really nice with a car. Do you know anyone really nice with a car? Aww, didn't think so.

So that's all I have to say for now, because I'm hungry and wanna get some food. I'll probably have to wait though. Damn waiting.
:: Jessi 3/18/2003 04:47:00 PM [+] ::
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Wow, what a crazy week. I made it more difficult for myself this week by coming down with a mild case of procrastination, so that most of my stuff for midterms (homework, studying, whatever) was getting done at the last possible minute (or not getting done at all... heh). But it seemed to work out okay. I had an in-class essay thing to do for my women's history course, based on a book that we were supposed to have read for class. Well, I didn't read it when we were supposed to have read it. I read the last segment first because that was the day that I actually showed up for class, then I read the rest of it really haphazardly the morning before the essay (I woke up an hour and a half early to do this, folks. It sucked). Well, what really pissed me off about the essay questions were that they only had to do with the last segment of the book, which I'd read already, and not the rest of it which I'd rushed to read before. I was sort of pissed.

The other midterms weren't really that bad. For my class about Taiwan, we had an essay test on Wednesday. That was okay, but as part of the assignment, we had to write an outline of a book we had read which was what we were being tested on. The sucky part was that I have trouble retaining information from those kind of books (sort of an essay/lecture transcript) so I had to go and re-read the book meticulously and take brand new notes on it so that I would have something to work off of. The upside to this was that we were allowed to use all our notes, plus this outline for the test, so it was almost, almost worthwhile. But it kept me up late. Also, that day, I had my Japanese oral interview, which is basically just a spoken test of what we've been learning so far in the semester. I was so nervous about it, even though it only lasts maybe five minutes and I almost always do really well. The test went okay though, I got 10 out of 10 ^_^ Go me.

The last test I had to worry about was on Thursday, and that was my Japanese written test. Much easier than I was thinking. I know for a fact that I did 8 out of 9 on the listening comprehension part of the test, because we went over it in class today. And the rest of it just seemed really easy. I was done maybe 10 minutes before the end of the class period, when usually I go right up until the end of class. And the translations we had to do were mostly what we had done for practice in the class, so that wasn't so bad. There were a couple of vocabulary words that I didn't remember or wasn't sure of, but I had Eric's help to look out for certain questions, because he had his test early in the morning. It's not cheating, dammit!

Well, so that's how midterms went. We actually had Japanese class today, which sort of sucked because the weather was good, and it was the only class I had today, and it was almost spring break... but Morita Sensei was really funny and laughed at all our jokes about how we should all get extra participation points for showing up for class instead of skipping. She also told us about how she's going to spend her spring break (shopping, of course.) But she was in very good humor and class was actually fun (what I don't understand is why we're starting a new chapter the day before break... we're all gonna forget what we did today, I know it, and then we'll get back and have to start all over again.)

Doood, I don't wanna work tomorrow... it's only six hours, but still. And then I have to open again on Sunday. Remember me telling you about the "Saturday Night Special"? Yeah, once again that's what I get to experience. At least it's just at the service desk and I can fool around all I want to. I just can't wait until I get to sleep in as late as I want. Ahh, precious sleep.

I also had a dream last night that was kind of weird. I had a dream that I was on a big plane with Eric and Andrew, and that we were going to Japan. The plane was really rusty, and I was afraid that it was going to fall apart at any minute. Then the flight was delayed because there was a tornado, and when I looked outside there was a big white head floating in the sky. Then when we finally did start leaving, instead of flying, the plane began to go down the highway like a car. It was a weird dream.
:: Jessi 3/15/2003 12:17:00 AM [+] ::
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Yo ho ho. I worked until close last night and then got to open this morning. It's what a guy at work calls the "Saturday Night Special," and it's really annoying. The nice thing is that the head cashier asked me if I wanted to just go home after I was done. I didn't, but it was nice to know that I could. I stayed and helped clean up for about half an hour, just to pull my weight. I kind of like the store after it's closed. It's dark and quiet, and you don't have to worry about what you're saying or doing, because there are no customers to offend. Sometimes it's nice to sit and organize shelves without thinking. It's grunt work, but after having to deal with obnoxious people all day, it's nice to just not think.

Friday was really fun, because Eric and I, plus Yoshi and Mary went to see "Yojimbo" at the Oak Street Cinema. I hadn't seen the movie before, but I was pretty sure that I would like it because it was Japanese and made by Kurosawa ^_^ And I was right. It was a really good movie, and different than I expected. I expected the tone to be more serious, but there were quite a few humorous parts within the story. And the main character was pretty badass, too ^_^

Rar, it's Sunday night and I don't want to have to think about anything. And this is the last week before Spring Break, too. It's going to be long and tortuous.


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:: Jessi 3/09/2003 07:23:00 PM [+] ::
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Nevermind, they're back now. Woo, that was scary.
:: Jessi 3/05/2003 11:31:00 AM [+] ::
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WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY ARCHIVES?!
:: Jessi 3/05/2003 11:30:00 AM [+] ::
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Blah. Called in sick to work today because of a bad headache. I still have to go to school, though. I mean, I'd skip school but that would screw up my perfect record so far this semester for attendance in Japanese, plus we have a film viewing tonight for my Kurosawa class, and it's a movie that I haven't seen so I'd better go or I'll be in trouble. So anyway, I took some sinus meds and now I feel really lightheaded, and tired but not really, if that makes any sense. Even non-drowsy means drowsy for me.

Last night my parents surprised me by taking us out to dinner, which was nice. Nice because I generally get home from school, and then have to conjur up some dinner for myself out of the limited resources in the house. That usually means microwaving something or another, and the flavors are so bland. I had some grilled fish with veggies at Applebee's, because, even though I love the flavorful fat in some of the other dishes, I'm secretly trying to lose a few pounds so that I can look totally hot in my Yuna costume come spring. It's not like I'm fat or anything, but this way at least I'll feel better and look a little better. My sister has this ab roller thing, and I might start using it to tone up a little. I used it a couple times before, and, in addition to majorly sore abs (which means it's working ^_^) I also got a sore butt and legs from the way you're supposed to use it, so I think it would be a good way to get started. I should also start riding my bike when things get a little warmer.

Feeling a little woozy right now. I should probably try to rest a little before I go to school.
:: Jessi 3/05/2003 11:27:00 AM [+] ::
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Okay, so I had this test today that was supposed to not be a big thing, but it turned into a big thing due to crappy planning on the prof's part. Let's begin at the beginning. Last week in my Kurosawa film class, the prof handed out a review sheet for our midterm which was supposed to be today. Well, yesterday, Eric and I started to make a review sheet for it so we could get our ideas in order. This really sucked, because one of the questions was about an article which was incomprehensible to begin with, and so I had to go back and read it over and over to try and figure out what I was going to write. I was up until about 2:30 last night doing that. Today, we got together and compared and shared our answers so that we could get an idea of what we were going to write for the essay portion of the test. Fine. It didn't seem like it was going to be a big deal.

So, we get to the classroom today (slightly late... where did those ten minutes go??) Anyway, we started the test. The first part was easy because it was all about matching film terms to definitions, and about matching films to the years in which they were released. Simple. Then there were the essay portions... on the review sheet, he gave rough estimates of how many pages of a testing booklet we'd have to fill out, and I swear the most amount of pages was three. But here we had to answer three questions two pages apiece, and then two questions at four pages apiece. Needless to say, there was not enough time for that amount of writing. So I got all stressed out, and wore my arm out writing. As did pretty much everyone else in the class, according to the conversations we had after the class was over. Grrrrr. Stupid prof.

I was out shopping a little earlier and saw some cute skirts that I really wanted to buy, but surprise! I just paid for school and have no money. It's fine being able to pay for school by myself, but I'd like to have some money to myself once in a while for fun stuff. But I did get something fun this week. I got the boots for my Yuna costume, which I hope to have ready for Anime Central this spring. It's kind of a complicated costume, with a shirt which is baffling in its logistics. I mean, it's basically a tube top I suppose, with a slit in front that goes almost down to the naval. But on the bottom it's got like two layers of lace; a top layer of white lace, and then dark pink for the second layer. It has to be formfitting enough, and yet, I don't think that it should be clinging to my body either, because the top part is loose. I will probably end up piecing it together from various scraps that I might pick up from the local Goodwill. That's what I usually do, and I can usually find something that works for my purposes. I wish I actually had some training in sewing, though -_-;

I am getting sort of tired, so I'm gonna end this for tonight. I have to get up for work tomorrow, dammit.
:: Jessi 3/04/2003 11:41:00 PM [+] ::
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Well, Eric's doing homework with a friend, so I'm gonna take this free moment and do a little more writing in the ol' blog for today. But first I gotta wipe off my glasses...

Okay, back now. I can't stand it when there's an oily spot on my glasses and it obscures my vision. What a pain. Anyway, I got really pissed off this afternoon because of the way one of my parents acted. Let me get you up to date on the story. We got a new door for our deck a while ago (and by a while I mean at least six months ago, probably more, it's been a while and I can't quite remember.) It was a few inches smaller than our other deck door, so when we took the old one out, there was some open space left around the frame that had to be filled up, so we braced it with some wood pretty crudely until something could be done about it. Well, today, while my mom was at work, my dad and his friend decided to plaster the open spaces in the wall, and put the old trim around the door, so they could get it ready to be painted eventually. So all day, they worked on it, put the plaster on, smoothed it out, dried it, and then put the old wood trim up so that it looked like it had before. There's plaster peeking out from around the trim, but that couldn't have been helped. Anyway, my mom got home, and the first thing she did was get angry about it because it "looked bad" with the plaster showing, and, in order to get to all parts of the door, my dad had to move my mom's grandfather clock over, and it stopped, so she was upset about that too. Now, if it were me, I think I'd appreciate it a little more if someone spent all day doing something for me, but who knows. I was just really pissed to hear my mom screaming about something which had been done for her benefit.

I also want to take this moment to talk about some of the reasons why customers suck. Yeah, you all know that I work at Target and have to deal with the shittiest people on the face of the earth. I'll just elaborate on how shitty they are with a few short anecdotes. Actually, today Greg IMed me and told me a story about the Target at which he works. I guess they're going through a remodeling process over there. His Target is connected to a mall, but their mall entrance is closed because of the remodel. I guess a lady went ballistic about it after Greg told her that the food court was also closed for the remodel. I guess she went off on a rant about how having the mall entrance closed was prejudiced against handicapped people. In my opinion, she belonged at Wal-Mart with all the other handicapped people. Mentally handicapped, that is.

Well, I have tons of stories about the stupid fat fucking bitches that come into Target (who may not actually be stupid, fat, and definately aren't fucking at the moment when I see them, but it's really the only fitting name that I can think of because they're hateful people who piss me off.) I remember back all the way to the first Christmas when I worked, and this lady tried to use her drivers license as her credit card. When I said that wasn't going to work, she threw her cart into the wall and tossed rolls of wrapping paper at me. Then there was the woman who wanted to use a check, but didn't have her ID with her because her wallet had been stolen, and wanted us to make an exception just this once for her, which we of course couldn't do. So she ranted at me, took down my name, and said she was going to come back the next day and talk to the manager about what I'd done. I told her that was just fine, because in my head I of course knew that I was right, and if she actually did decide to come back, the manager would tell her the exact same thing and she'd just have to walk out with her tail between her legs (she being a bitch and all.)

Of course there are also numerous stories from the service desk, because up there we get to tell people "no" about two hundred times a day. There are those people who bring back the boxes to game systems (such as Playstation 2, which seems to be the most popular) and claim that when they bought it, they got it home and there was nothing in the box. Fuck you, dipshit. They have serial numbers on the unit which have to be scanned before they get sold. No barcode, no sell. Not to mention that you can tell the difference between an empty box and a full one... unless you're the fucking fat moron queen whose favorite show is the Anna Nicole Show because she's your hero of all time!!... but I digress. Oh, and another thing that's been pissing me off lately. Why the hell would anyone take the tags off of clothing before trying it on?? I've had two people in the last day come and try to bring something back when they didn't have the receipt (even though they bought it like the day before) and then also didn't have the tags. So I have to have them go get the same thing off of the floor so I have something to work with. If they can't find it, then tough shit, they're out of luck. Yeah, I'm able (with about twenty minutes of trouble) to look up numbers to something without a tag, but I won't waste my time on stupid people who don't have a valid reason for not having one.

One other thing I don't like is when people stink up or goober on the things they bring back. This usually means cigarette-smokey clothing, which might not be technically defective, but we have to defect it anyway because it smells so badly that no one will ever want to buy it again. I've gotten dirty shoes back (which i suspect were worn right up until the date by which the person would have to have had returned it). I also get clothes back with food on them, and people who won't admit to having dirtied them up. I ask people up front if there's anything wrong with the item they want to return. It's not to prevent them from returning the item, it's so I don't send something out onto the sales floor that's broken or dirty or otherwise undesirable. I got an outfit back one time from a woman, and I asked her if there was anything wrong with any of the items. She told me no, and I did the return for her. It was only after she'd left that I'd noticed that there was some unidentifiable dried food globule on it, so I'd have to go back and mark it defective anyway. If she'd only known the work she could have saved me... but no, she wouldn't have told me anyway because she was obviously a stupid bitch.

Oh, and another thing that bugs me is inbred people. Yeah, of course I don't know if they're inbred for real, but you wouldn't believe the rednecks and just people who seem a few rungs lower on the evolutionary ladder. I don't know if I've just been underexposed to the reality of society or something, but I just can't believe the lack of comprehension in these people. Like I'll have to explain something five times and I still can tell they aren't getting it. I had a family of three (all with noticeably bovine expressions on their faces) try to return something and I had to try and explain that for one thing, they didn't have a receipt for it and I couldn't return it, and for anothing thing, we didn't even carry the item anymore, and it wasn't in the computer so I couldn't do it anyway (I think the concept of "computer" may have confused them for a while). I just have a message for this particular group: take your half-toothed mouths and Marlboro t-shirts and beer breath and go take a couple of courses at the community college before you come and talk to me again. Thanks a bunch.

I think the thing that makes this all really sad is that when I started this job, four-and-a-half long years ago, I was always really nice to people. I never suspected anyone of any wrongdoing. I even enjoyed my job. Then the realization dawned on me that sometimes the nicest people are the ones that are cheating you right in front of your face. I had a woman come through my line one time, and she was just the sweetest person. Then I realized that she had switched tickets and put clearance tags on all her items, and it crushed me. She had children with her, small impressionable children who were probably watching mommy commit this crime. I was sickened by this, and it changed me. It made me more alert to the wrongdoing that people try to get away with. Some of it is obvious, like when you have something expensive like a portable DVD player ($400) and it comes up as coffee mug ($2). And yes, this actually happened to me, and I caught it right away. Then there was the case of the man who had a stereo system ($450) and he claimed that his wife had paid for it already. I was smart enough to ask him to get the receipt from his wife because I had to see it before he left, so of course he went outside and never came back, knowing that he had been caught. And then there are the uber-sophisticated (read: super bold and still retarded) people who just fill carts full of stuff and try to race out the door without being caught. Nice plan, genius.

One of the sick pleasures I get is watching the security guys run someone down out in the parking lot. I know that's sort of bad, but it's one kind of excitement I get at my crappy job. I think the most exciting time was when a drug addict came in to try and steal a bagful of sudafed (which can somehow be used in homemade drug labs, but I don't know the specifics). He raced to the parking lot, two of the securty guys not far behind. From what I understand, the two of them couldn't take the guy down, because he was high and thus he had some super strength not found in normal human beings. So some of the guys from the sales floor had to go out and help. And they dragged the guy in and called the police. Exciting stuff. But it's actually extremely sad to think of the lengths people will go to get drugs.

Well, you all get the idea. My job is chock full of useless shitheads, druggies, inbreds, and super mega-mega beotches. People lie, they steal, and they think they can get away with it all, which really, really depresses me.

*phew* so that was an extra long rant. And I'm not done writing either! I bet you guys are just wondering where I get all this free time. I also want to talk about a difference in philosophy that I have with my mother and other people in my family. See, I don't know what caused it, but I really like food, and I like trying new and unusual foods. So I'm usually tired of the same old stuff on which most of the people in the United States survive. I need way more than the regular "meat-and-potatoes" to keep me satisfied. This often causes ill feelings on my part, because no one else in my family likes the kinds of things that I do, so if I want something good, I have to go out and get it myself, which I usually don't have time to do. Anyway, so there's this show called Iron Chef, and if you don't know about the show, I'm sorry, you live in a hole (and not even a Hobbit-hole at that.) Anyway, I watch Iron Chef and I see the odd things that they make on there, and I think "damn, that stuff looks really awesome and I'd like to try it." But then I go watch it with my mother, and every time they make something involving anything she hasn't heard of or that she thinks is weird, she'll just say "eeeeew, that's disgusting." She's recruited my sister also, and it's very annoying to me. What really bothers me is that I have the sense that she only dislikes the show because it's foreign. I can't really say what it is exactly, except that when the show's on, she'll sometimes say stuff like "I can't believe those people actually eat that stuff all the time," and it bothers me so much. It's not just the difference in opinion, I think, it's that she's kind of dissing an entire culture.

Oh, I downloaded my favoritest music video a couple of weeks ago and forgot to mention it. It's the video for Radiohead's "Paranoid Android," and it's animated and it's weird. And I like it. Yay.

Okay, so how's that for an entry? Does it make up for the hiatus I took? Yeah, I think it does. And now I'm done.

P.S. I'm afraid of Anna Nicole's boobies!
:: Jessi 3/02/2003 10:30:00 PM [+] ::
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Yay, I be back now. I took a hiatus for most of the weekend because... well, I don't really know why. I just kept staying up so late that by the time I thought of writing in here, I was too frickin' tired. A lot of the time, I was up so late because of homework reasons, so it's not like I was avoiding this blog on purpose or anything.

My moodiness that I spoke up left me alone after like Friday night. So I feel basically normal now after a really abnormal month involving the wrath of my birth control pills, but I'm not gonna go into it. It's all good now and I'm back to normal. I spent a lovely evening with Eric on Friday. His roommate wasn't home, so we got some time alone to talk about stuff and hang out and do whatever... you know what I mean. It was nice to just have that break in my week with someone special. Oh, and speaking of breaks, I have two more weeks of school and then Spring Break starting on the 17th (St. Patty's Day). I am greatly looking forward to it because Eric and I (and maybe his roommate and her boyfriend or whoever else wants to come) are going to the Mall of America for a day for fun, food, and shopping. Maybe a movie too, if we can agree on something. I'm looking forward to it a lot.

On the video game front, I went back and beat Mega Man 3 on my computer. Now I've started on Mega Man 4. It's funny how much random crap I remember from these games. Like, I instinctually remember the best order in which to defeat all the enemies because I played it so much that I remember which weapons work the best on which guys. And I must say, playing it on an emulator is much better, if only because you can save any time you want/need to.

Eric got his blog back up yesterday, and I was very happy. I sat and read his entire archives last night even though I had to get up early this morning. He's a very funny writer I tell you. And his new layout is so elegant.

My will to write anything kind of petered-out. I was all ready to write another rant about how I don't like my job, but it'll have to wait until I get my steam back. Keep your fingers crossed.
:: Jessi 3/02/2003 03:00:00 PM [+] ::
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