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Name: Lisa
Location: California, United States
Gender: Female
Interests: music, Canadian junk food, spring, the beach, books, Iron Chef, the one campaign:
Expertise: skipping, traipsing, and general frolicking, picking the best fruit at the grocery store, eating ice cream, being crazy
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
4/22/2003
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| I have a job, I have a job, I have a job hey hey hey hey!
It couldn't be a sweeter deal, either (okay, I take that back: the only
downside is that it's out in Arcadia, which is a 35 minute drive
without traffic, but with traffic the drive will be horrendous). I'm
doing real estate again with a lady named Ming-Wen Lee, sister to Ming
Chien who works in the same office as I did last year. $10/hr plus gas
money, at least 25 hours a week, doing pretty much the same job as I
have for the past couple summers. Not only that, but Ming-Wen was a
professor of Chinese at the University of Minnesota, so I'll get lots
of practice and advice before I head to China!
I am SO happy. Wow.
In other great news, I get a new cellphone on Monday! I have to decide
between the Motorola v265 and the Audiovox 8910 (either way it will be
a free upgrade, so price isn't an issue), so if anybody has any input,
let me know.
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| It's a good week for SojoMail. A link to the hilarious Larknews.com (my favorite article is Missionaries Maintain Obesity Against Long Odds), as well as a really good article about gender roles and the Conservative Christian movement.
Nothing new here. Middlesex continues to be outstanding,
the weather is nice. I had a job interview at Macy's and I might get
hired full time to work in the cosmetics department. But say a
prayer/cross your fingers for me to get a job as an assistant in the
real estate business.
Weird, I just got a call from Raul, who was calling for George, and
insisting that he had the right number. It's one thing when you call
the wrong number, but when you keep insisting that you dialed the right
number - that annoys me.
I'm out to jump on the bounce house in my front yard - our 6th grade
next door neighbor just had a birthday party. The thing is MASSIVE.
It's twice as big as your average bounce house, with two slides and
all. Awesome.
Edit: If my neigbor's birthday party wasn't ridiculous enough (did I mention
there were 50 kids there?), tomorrow she gets to go to her real
birthday celebration, as today was half birthday party/half end of the
year school pool party. For tomorrow, her daddy rented out a brand-new
H2 limo and is taking 13 of her closest friends to the Santa Monica
pier where they will spend the day riding rides and eating (which will
cost $26/head, might I add).
I don't think I even had a 12th birthday party. But that's probably because I didn't have any friends. :( Awe, my sad childhood.
In other news, I just got done watching Alain Nu on TV. He's a
magician/mentalist who did such bizarre acts as putting a pen in a
shotglass under an upside-down fishbowl (to prove there were no
strings, wires, whatever) and then moved the pen around with his MIND
(apparently), as well as duct-taping his eyes closed and then
accurately separating Las Vegas showgirls into three groups, by
haircolor (which was
hidden under their headdresses anyway) by having them put their hands
on his. BIZARRE. I can't possibly think a way around these things -
unless the participants were in on it, which I doubt. If anybody knows
his secrets, let me know. I'm going
to try the telekenesis thing one of these days. I'll let you know how I
do :)
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| Still job hunting. Today was much better, though:
I got all dressed up and looked almost professional (except, of course,
for my flip-flops). After wasting - no, enjoying - the entire morning
eating, talking to Aron, and getting ready, I headed out to Mary's
office to talk to Jay, one of the other real estate agents who might
hire me, and also to visit her. Jay, unfortunately, wasn't there, but
Mary was. We talked for a minute, and then she proceeded to call a
bunch of agents she used to work with, saying (while I blushed), "Sounds like you need an
assistant. I've got this girl here, she looks like a cute little blonde
cheerleader but she's a total math geek, she does calculus for fun,
she's so reliable, smart as they come, I'm sending her over with her
resume." She rocks. She takes care of me almost like I'm her daughter.
Anyway, things are looking good job-wise. My resume is being passed
around two real estate offices, and there's still that potential job
with Jay. I also have an interview with Macy's tomorrow (mehhh... I guess I'll
take what I can get).
That calculus story, by the way, is sort of true: I went to Spain with
her son, and on the way there some of my math-geek friends and I
calculated our plane's vectors based on the map that was onscreen.
As for tonight: DANCING WITH GIAN, maybe. Maybe Lost. Maybe nothing. We'll see.
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| Just because I don't like being angry, let me tell you how happy I am right now:
I'm Eating All-Dressed Chips.
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA
A bunch of guys took a road trip to C-eh-N-eh-D-eh and were so kind as
to bring me back not one, but TWO bags of all-dressed chips, and I'm
pretty much delighted. I was dancing around the house to the Rolling
Stones when I got the call that they were on their way.
Anyway, I hope you can share in this rapturous moment with me. (Ignore
the previous post, while you're at it.) I'm off to do something with
Gianennio.
Edit: In answer to your questions: yes, all-dressed is just a flavor of
chips. My sister and mom described it as a mix between salt and vinegar
and barbeque. But yet, they're so much more. :) I guess you have to try
them to believe them. Erin, they carry them in all the grocery stores,
so next time you go you'll have to get a bag.
I just got back from Gian's house, where we watched the first 3
episodes of Lost. I AM THOROUGHLY ADDICTED... ALREADY. Oh man. I told
him to turn it off after the end of the third episode so it would force
me to go home, which of course he did, but then he had to add, "Only 21
episodes to go!" Argh. I feel a marathon coming on.
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| Just got back from hanging out with a friend who is shipping off to
Iraq next week. Damn America. I honestly think this war is a much
bigger deal than the media is making it out to be. Everybody that I
know in the reserves is getting shipped out - seems a little bit shady
to me.
I've started a revolution with The Time-Traveler's Wife. I gave it to
Aron, and then his mom, who gave it to Caleb, who's giving it to their
dad, who's giving it to Aron's Oma, who's giving it to her bookclub.
And maybe Aron's aunt, too. Haha.
Know what's delicious? Angel food cake. That's all I've eaten since last night, and boy am I enjoying myself.
The company last night was actually pretty funny. The lady had some
good stories, like when she tried to order a pina colada but
accidentally said "penis colossus". I lauged for about 10 minutes.
Hayden Christensen is almost gone from my page. :( Sad times.
I'm trying to make a mix of songs to sing along to while driving in the car. Any suggestions?
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