Looking Backward
This is not about the book. I still haven't gotten to read it yet! :p
I'm not really writing an entry for today. Instead, I'm going to post old diary entries from around November 5th for 2001, 2002, and 2003. BTW, these are all from previous online journals, hence why I don't have an entry for 2004, since I wasn't keeping an online one at the time. But maybe when I'm back at the apartment and have access to my notebook journals I'll go and find an entry from 2004 in one of them.
2001
I MUST go to Virginia Intermont! That school is AWESOME! : D Kevin and I made our trek up to Bristol, VA around 7 last night. We stayed at a seedy motel, watched MTV, did other stuff, watched more TV, did more "other stuff" and then went to bed.
Got a wake up call around 7 (the room had no clock!). Rolled out of bed, got dressed, all that stuff, were on the road by 7:30. We didn't have too far to go, so we got there before 8.
I won't go into boring detail, but I just want to say that I REALLY REALLY REALLY want to go there. I think that a small school is definitely the type of environment I need, as opposed to the 26,000 undergrad student type-place that UT is. (I think there's a little over 800 people at VIC)
After the official stuff, Kevin and I went to check out the stable. OH MY GODS. It's seriously like stables I have thus far only read about or imagined. We also got to watch some people ride the school's horses over some courses of fences for a scholarship thing. All of the horses were sooooooo nice (I mean, fuck, they all got their FLYING LEAD CHANGES! lol) and just everything is so perfect! aaauuuggghhhh
You see, the only thing that is holding me back slightly is the cost. VIC is a private school, and it costs $17,500 to go there. : ( Since I'm probably going to need to spend at LEAST 3 years there, well. . you do the math. It's not cheap. If I go there, I am going to need to get loans, and I will try to do a work study program at the stable (which is something they offer).
I don't know. I just know that I want to go there REALLY badly.
Well, that's all for now. Kevin and I are going out for dinner tonight (I'm paying cuz I'm just so damn nice : P) so I gotta get ready for that.
Persephone
2002
This isn't really an entry, it's more like just a question (which maybe only one person will respond to, but : P ). Should I ask Damian to go see Ben Folds with me?
*He* was actually how I found out Ben was coming to Lupos in December. Nevertheless, I don't know if Damian actually *likes* Ben Folds or whatnot. Maybe I'll ask though. . .I guess it might not hurt. . .too much.
I hope this week flies by, because I need to see this kid! Augh!!
Persephone "I will not obsess."
*Update* Well, hopefully tickets won't sell out by next weekend. I just don't want to buy two tickets and then not have anyone to go with. Nick and Chelsea don't like Ben, and Matt's already going, so. . . .gah, I hate having no friends. : P
The Laxative Lady
Wow. I actually made it through a Saturday without getting really depressed! AMAZING!I'm not going to do my usual run through of the day since it wasn't that interesting. I'm sure you're saddened. : P
Instead, here's a lovely story about a Brooks customer. . .
As you know, I tend to hang around the medicine/vitamin aisles. . .even if you-know-who isn't working. I dunno why, I just prefer doing stuff in these aisles instead of say, shampoo or deoderant-- and nobody ever complains because they all HATE the medicine/vitamin section.
So one night, I was facing (straightening everything on the shelves and making them look pretty) aisle 14. . .where all the laxatives and indigestion products are kept. Fun fun. There was an old-ish lady also in the aisle, checking out the various products. She'd grab one box, read the back, put it back down, try something else. Unfortunately, this aisle takes a long time to face, so I really had no choice but to keep working on it. Blah. Well, eventually I get past where she is, and she calls out to me "Miss? Can I ask you something?" So, being the helpful employee I am, wander back over. She wanted to know if we had a certain phosphate soda liquid (or something) in a NON-colored formula, but in a different flavor than the one that was there. I read all the price tags, but it seemed that the only clear phosphate soda was the kind she didn't want. I even went to check in the back (or pretend to, hehe), but no luck. Well, she continued to stay in the aisle for awhile, and before I was done, she called me over again. Holding up the soda's box she asks, "Do you think this would taste bad if I mixed it with something? Like apple juice?" So I told her I had no idea, and she'd probably have to ask a pharmacist about mixing it with something. Hell, I have no idea. This was a day that Damian was working though, and sure enough, I passed the aisle later on to see him standing there with her, telling her that she can't mix it with cranberry juice because it has to be something clear. I probably laughed silently and then scurried off. Enough of her for one day!
Maybe a week later, I'm back in the same aisle. Since I had more or less forgotten about the earlier incident, I didn't think anything of an old lady being in the laxative section again. As soon as she said "Excuse me, miss?" the memories came flooding back. : P "I tried using this phosphate soda last time," she said, "But I really didn't like it. Do you think any of these other ones would work? Like these chocolate ones?" Do I LOOK constipated? (Or bulimic, but uh, we won't get into that. ;P ) But then she kept going off about how she needed something clear. . .I think I just quietly snuck away, hehe. Well, at least Damian wasn't there. ;0
Sure enough, just last weekend (I think Saturday), guess who showed up AGAIN. No, I didn't have to deal with her this time. . .but I was walking by pharmacy when I heard her same charming voice ask Damian about drinking it with cranberry juice again. :sigh: Some people, lol.
And that's my random story!
Persephone
2003
The Unfortunate Mushroom
So I was walking to Washburn Hall from the Burnside lot this morning when, near Merrow, I looked down and saw a tiny mushroom growing underneath a bush.
My first thought was "What are you doing??" since hello, it's been kinda cold out. But then I felt kind of bad, because it's probably going to die soon.
Wow, I exhibited tender feelings towards a piece of fungus. Maybe I *should* consider meds again! haha
I'm not really writing an entry for today. Instead, I'm going to post old diary entries from around November 5th for 2001, 2002, and 2003. BTW, these are all from previous online journals, hence why I don't have an entry for 2004, since I wasn't keeping an online one at the time. But maybe when I'm back at the apartment and have access to my notebook journals I'll go and find an entry from 2004 in one of them.
2001
I MUST go to Virginia Intermont! That school is AWESOME! : D Kevin and I made our trek up to Bristol, VA around 7 last night. We stayed at a seedy motel, watched MTV, did other stuff, watched more TV, did more "other stuff" and then went to bed.
Got a wake up call around 7 (the room had no clock!). Rolled out of bed, got dressed, all that stuff, were on the road by 7:30. We didn't have too far to go, so we got there before 8.
I won't go into boring detail, but I just want to say that I REALLY REALLY REALLY want to go there. I think that a small school is definitely the type of environment I need, as opposed to the 26,000 undergrad student type-place that UT is. (I think there's a little over 800 people at VIC)
After the official stuff, Kevin and I went to check out the stable. OH MY GODS. It's seriously like stables I have thus far only read about or imagined. We also got to watch some people ride the school's horses over some courses of fences for a scholarship thing. All of the horses were sooooooo nice (I mean, fuck, they all got their FLYING LEAD CHANGES! lol) and just everything is so perfect! aaauuuggghhhh
You see, the only thing that is holding me back slightly is the cost. VIC is a private school, and it costs $17,500 to go there. : ( Since I'm probably going to need to spend at LEAST 3 years there, well. . you do the math. It's not cheap. If I go there, I am going to need to get loans, and I will try to do a work study program at the stable (which is something they offer).
I don't know. I just know that I want to go there REALLY badly.
Well, that's all for now. Kevin and I are going out for dinner tonight (I'm paying cuz I'm just so damn nice : P) so I gotta get ready for that.
Persephone
2002
This isn't really an entry, it's more like just a question (which maybe only one person will respond to, but : P ). Should I ask Damian to go see Ben Folds with me?
*He* was actually how I found out Ben was coming to Lupos in December. Nevertheless, I don't know if Damian actually *likes* Ben Folds or whatnot. Maybe I'll ask though. . .I guess it might not hurt. . .too much.
I hope this week flies by, because I need to see this kid! Augh!!
Persephone "I will not obsess."
*Update* Well, hopefully tickets won't sell out by next weekend. I just don't want to buy two tickets and then not have anyone to go with. Nick and Chelsea don't like Ben, and Matt's already going, so. . . .gah, I hate having no friends. : P
The Laxative Lady
Wow. I actually made it through a Saturday without getting really depressed! AMAZING!I'm not going to do my usual run through of the day since it wasn't that interesting. I'm sure you're saddened. : P
Instead, here's a lovely story about a Brooks customer. . .
As you know, I tend to hang around the medicine/vitamin aisles. . .even if you-know-who isn't working. I dunno why, I just prefer doing stuff in these aisles instead of say, shampoo or deoderant-- and nobody ever complains because they all HATE the medicine/vitamin section.
So one night, I was facing (straightening everything on the shelves and making them look pretty) aisle 14. . .where all the laxatives and indigestion products are kept. Fun fun. There was an old-ish lady also in the aisle, checking out the various products. She'd grab one box, read the back, put it back down, try something else. Unfortunately, this aisle takes a long time to face, so I really had no choice but to keep working on it. Blah. Well, eventually I get past where she is, and she calls out to me "Miss? Can I ask you something?" So, being the helpful employee I am, wander back over. She wanted to know if we had a certain phosphate soda liquid (or something) in a NON-colored formula, but in a different flavor than the one that was there. I read all the price tags, but it seemed that the only clear phosphate soda was the kind she didn't want. I even went to check in the back (or pretend to, hehe), but no luck. Well, she continued to stay in the aisle for awhile, and before I was done, she called me over again. Holding up the soda's box she asks, "Do you think this would taste bad if I mixed it with something? Like apple juice?" So I told her I had no idea, and she'd probably have to ask a pharmacist about mixing it with something. Hell, I have no idea. This was a day that Damian was working though, and sure enough, I passed the aisle later on to see him standing there with her, telling her that she can't mix it with cranberry juice because it has to be something clear. I probably laughed silently and then scurried off. Enough of her for one day!
Maybe a week later, I'm back in the same aisle. Since I had more or less forgotten about the earlier incident, I didn't think anything of an old lady being in the laxative section again. As soon as she said "Excuse me, miss?" the memories came flooding back. : P "I tried using this phosphate soda last time," she said, "But I really didn't like it. Do you think any of these other ones would work? Like these chocolate ones?" Do I LOOK constipated? (Or bulimic, but uh, we won't get into that. ;P ) But then she kept going off about how she needed something clear. . .I think I just quietly snuck away, hehe. Well, at least Damian wasn't there. ;0
Sure enough, just last weekend (I think Saturday), guess who showed up AGAIN. No, I didn't have to deal with her this time. . .but I was walking by pharmacy when I heard her same charming voice ask Damian about drinking it with cranberry juice again. :sigh: Some people, lol.
And that's my random story!
Persephone
2003
The Unfortunate Mushroom
So I was walking to Washburn Hall from the Burnside lot this morning when, near Merrow, I looked down and saw a tiny mushroom growing underneath a bush.
My first thought was "What are you doing??" since hello, it's been kinda cold out. But then I felt kind of bad, because it's probably going to die soon.
Wow, I exhibited tender feelings towards a piece of fungus. Maybe I *should* consider meds again! haha
posted by Erica at 10:21 PM
1 Comments:
Thanks for your stories.
I really enjoyed them. I can see you as I see you now in these earlier versions of yourself.
The mushroom story has a great resonance. Sometimes I project myself into other things (like inanimate objects and stick figures). It's not them I'm seeing, but merely a reflecting of myself.
Who knows, I heard the mushroom was actually a fun guy to be around (Get it, fun guy? Sorry, couldn't resist).
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