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[Dec. 17th, 2005|04:21 pm] |
After a few weeks of hell, it is 90% definite that my two roomates will be moving out. In a very brief summary of events, Roomate1 went nuts within the first week (lost his job, took to drinking excessively, began randomly screaming, etc); Roomate2 reacted to this by deciding he was getting the hell out. Now they're both moving out, leaving me with a pretty nice apartment and two open rooms to fill with friends (I hope).
This whole holiday season kind of snuck up on me. I have no holiday spirit whatsoever. I think this is partly because I'm still struggling with the idea of Christmas. I stopped saying that I celebrate Christmas, and have begun saying that my family celebrates Christmas. This isn't entirely correct, however, because I do partake in the festivities. I'm really only in it for the sake of tradition and family; Christmas holds no religious value to me. Should I say that I celebrate Christmas at a commercial level?
I went to Starbucks today and got a tall non-fat gingerbread latte because I had gotten a Starbucks gift card from my Secret Santa at work. I figured I would bring a book, get my holiday-esque latte, and relax for an hour or so with all the other Starbucks snobs. No such luck. Starbucks #1 was packed. I walked down the street about a mile and checked out Starbucks #2; not as packed, but still no vacant seats. As a result, I was forced to take my gingerbread latte to go. My walk back to my apartment was horrible-- I felt completely mortified walking down the street with a Starbucks cup in my hand. In general, I greatly detest Starbucks and all things Starbucks related. I felt like a huge snob (dare I say spendocrat?) with my Starbucks cup. Who knew it would be such a challenge to use my gift card. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2005|04:53 pm] |
So after 3 or so days of trying to tap into someone's wireless network in my apartment, I finally did it. Thank goodness.
My new apartment is pretty awesome [48 Allston St, Apt #1, Allston 02134], but I'm begining to question my roomates.
Work is working out.
Laaaaaaa. |
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[Nov. 14th, 2005|07:23 pm] |
Well, it looks like I snagged an apartment. It's the first floor of a house in Allston. I must say it's a pretty awesome place; I'm looking forward to moving in. The lease starts December 1st, but we may be able to move in next weekend.
Oh yeah, I'll be living with 2 strangers. They seem nice enough, though. |
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[Nov. 10th, 2005|07:56 pm] |
I'm angry.
--that expectations exist.
--that $100 was taken out of my paycheck for the week because of goddamn taxes.
--that I no longer have time to go running because of the 4 hours I spend each day commuting.
--that I feel absolutely clueless 50% of the time.
--that my communication skills have gone down the toilet.
--that I no longer know how to act in social situations.
--that everything in the media is aimed to instill fear.
--that I'm still in this country. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2005|01:40 pm] |
Week 1 of work went quite well. I'm still getting the hang of things, but am enjoying it thus far.
The commute, however, I am not finding as enjoyable. Broken down, my 1-way commute is: 90 minutes driving, 5 minutes on the T, and 15 minutes walking. Although I am very lucky to have Jamie and Andi to commute with-- at least for these first 3 weeks until my schedule changes-- I can't help but want those 4 hours of my life back at the end of each day.
I am now on the prowl for an apartment. If you have any suggestions, pointers, or recomendations, they'd be greatly appreciated. |
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[Oct. 27th, 2005|04:08 pm] |
Well, well, well.
CASCAP called. I got a job offer, accepted, and start Monday.
Tada! |
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[Oct. 26th, 2005|02:52 pm] |
I got my first job offer. From Charles River. I'm not all that thrilled about it.
With all of my [unwanted] free time, I have put together a list of things I want to improve upon:
1) Memory. I have a horrible memory.
2) Romantic involvements. I need to have a relationship that lasts over 2 months. Although, right now, that's a difficult subject.
3) TV. I need to stop watching it. I am too heavily influenced by everything on TV.
4) Health. Although the exercising aspect of it is improving, my eating habits are awful.
5) Confidence, decisiveness. I'm lacking in both.
6) Rebelliousness, spontaneity. Again, lacking.
7) Independence. Lacking!
Pfft.
I want CASCAP to offer me a job.
I want to start working in less than a week.
I want to move out in less than a month, into an apartment where heat is included in the rent.
I want to improve upon the items in my list of things to improve upon. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2005|07:11 pm] |
I started running again this week, in an attempt to 1) remain physically active, and 2) begin the transition from biking to a more winter-friendly sport. I've never liked running, but am trying very hard this time around to enjoy it. So far so good.
There has been a battle going on recently: CASCAP vs. Charles River Laboratories. I've more or less already decided to accept an offer from CASCAP should they decide to give me one. Nonetheless, I've continued to feign interest in Charles River.
I've been talking with Charles River through a staffing agency representative named Nicole. Nicole calls me nearly every day to give me updates. On Wednesday I told Nicole that there was someone else (that someone being CASCAP). She didn't take it too well. She immediately sounded distraught, and has been calling me more often since then. Oh Nicole, if you only knew the truth.
I've decided I need to be more girly. I don't seem to have female friends anymore. I also don't think I can make new female friends unless I act more like them. Hence, I need to be girlier. |
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[Oct. 18th, 2005|04:52 pm] |
It looks like I'll be getting an offer from Charles River Laboratories once they finish checking my references. They want me to start working the 31st. I don't know how I feel about this.
I went to Providence Place today with my mom. 95% of the experience angered me. Everything seemed so frivolous and unnecessary. Tell me, what is the point of buying a $40 beaded accent pillow? After spending a few hours perusing the mall, we got lunch at The Cheesecake Factory. Again, I was angered. Their portion sizes are ludicrous. They must be conspiring with some organization to make Americans obese. Maybe Jenny Craig.
Bookstores make me happy. I sit, read, and drink coffee. For hours. I love it. |
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[Oct. 15th, 2005|05:10 pm] |
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Did anyone ever notice that livejournal has a gift shop? With t-shirts? |
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