Goonie Weekend?

Well, definitely a girly weekend. I stayed at Chester for a weekend for the first time since Orientation weekend, and it was pretty bipolar. Most of the time I was doing homework (which is so much easier in the dorms than it is at home). But Friday night I had a girly night with Christina - we read The Nanny Diaries and talked about hot celebrities; Saturday night I had a girly night with Jamie - we did makeup and nails and took pictures and later Alicia joined and we talked about hot celebrities; then last night I had a girly nigth with Serah, Christina, Jamie, and briefly Dan (although he was pretty uncomfortable) - Jamie brought her Body Shop stuff and we all tested it out. Last night was kind of a combo of the previous two.

The weekend here was okay, but I did miss some things about being home.

Shannon, you and me should have a girly night on Thursday! We can do girly things and watch Supernatural.

What an excellent day for...

... having to print photos and walk back down to the dorms without getting them wet. Hopefully this rain dies down a bit by 7:30.

So, funny story about taking the photos I'll be printing tonight. Not funny as in funny "ha-ha," but funny as in "duh."

I just got a new digital camera (thanks to Dad ordering it on-line and having it shipped here for me. What a good guy!). So I put the batteries in, insert the memory card, take a few test photos and the thing's amazing. Rather than taking the remaining photos I need for my assignment using the other camera, which is decent but just not quite up to par, I decide to use the new one.

I take 8 photos and the thing beeps at me. Memory card full!

Apparently it is not uncommon for most camera manufacturers or whomever to include a "sample" memory card to get you started, forcing you to go out and buy a larger memory card if you intend to do any picture taking that takes place more than 10 feet away from your computer.

Of course I'm in the middle of nowhere without a car or the time to run out to Best Buy or wherever to purchase this new memory card.

Well, the pictures I did get came out pretty good, I think. Won't know for sure until I tweak the color and tone in Photoshop, but we shall see.

And this has been yet another "blonde moment" brought to you by the Noel Show. Hope you enjoyed it!

Somebody's got a case of The Mondays...

Or, you know, the fact that it's rainy and cold and it's like everyone has disappeared. I have one class tonight that goes from 6 to 8:50 and I'm not liking the work I'm going to have to submit for it. These photos are definitely not my best, and I have no idea what went wrong in the execution of this project. I'm sure plenty of people will let me know when we critique this shit.

And, Britney Spears' VMA performance... absolutely nothing good about it. Bad outfit (although I disagree that she is "chunky". She's had 2 kids! If that's chunky then I must be a whale.) Terrible hair. She totally should have gone with a kickass short style rather than badly done and badly matched extensions. She didn't even try to sing or even try to match her lip syncing to the song, and she definitely was not into that dance routine. If she was excited about this performance she definitely didn't show it.

*Sigh* Happy Monday.

You've Got to Be Kidding Me

Who the hell breaks into Dunkin Donuts for the money from the register? Seriously. We can't even break a hundred out of that thing at any given time of day. It's got to be a joke, right? No one in their right mind would think they could get a worthwhile sum of money from the Dunkin register after the night shift.

But, no. Someone did it. Someone actually smashed the pane glass window in the door after the place was closed, hopped behind the counter, opened the registers only to find them empty, and then did the same thing at the Mobil. Didn't try breaking into the office of Dunkin Donuts, didn't try to find the Lottery money at the Mobil, didn't even take any food on his way out. Just took off empty-handed.

Who the hell does that?

Would you like anything else with that coffee?

... Like a bitch slap, maybe?

So, picture this. I'm working at a well-known coffee empire, on which America runs, apparently. I've been there for about a week and I just finished training. Every day I've worked this classy young lady comes in, who looks like she could use a stint in rehab as well as a 4-hour shower. Sometimes she comes in with her hunk of a boyfriend ( a hunk of what, I'll leave to your imagination). I worked Sunday morning from 7 to 12 and I had just gone on break when Miss Class showed up. As soon as I saw her I felt a perplexing combination of relief that I didn't have to serve her and guilt because my sweetheart of a co-worker, Sam, who is also fairly new, had to take her.

This is how it went down.

Girl: "I'll have a small ice coffee."
Sam: "Regular?"
Girl: (points to me) "That girl knows how to make it."
[Keep in mind that A: I've never made this chick's coffee before and B: I'm on break. So I just shrug and smile as I take a bite out of the bagel I just grabbed for my breakfast.]
Girl: (to Sam) "Well, I want a lot, a lot of cream, like six sugars, melted, but when you melt it you gotta pour it between two cups. And I only want a little bit of ice."
Sam: *blinks* "Excuse me?"
[Keep in mind that an ice coffee is basically hot coffee with a shitload of ice poured into it to cool it down. And it's usually very simple to prepare.]

So, there's a line of people behind this wonderful customer and poor Sam is sitting there looking like a mad scientist mixing a new formula as she's trying to make this overly-complicated coffee. She ends up having to remake it several times after the girl taste-tests it and insists Sam didn't make it right. Then when it's finally done like 10 years later, the chick pays in change, mentos, and pocket lint and doesn't even throw a penny in the tip cup.

And that's just one of the pains in the ass that comes in daily. Then there's the guy that orders like 4 smoothies and 6 colattas, among others. I pitty the poor bastard who comes in for a small black coffee and has to wait behind one of these douchebags.

Cheers, mates.

The Business End of Higher Education

I got a billing statement from my college saying I owe them a shitload of money.

I took out a loan for just this purpose.

They left me a number to call the business office and straighten this out.

Then everyone took off until Monday.

Oh how I love these little adventures. Yes, that's what I'll call them. "Adventures." Not "unfortunate communication mishaps" or "frustrating occurances" or "inconsiderate f***-ups." I will call them "adventures."

The Employment Conspiracy

So why is it that teenagers from ages 14 to 17 can get a job practically anywhere doing practically everything, from bagging groceries at Market Basket to working at some big corporate company, while those of us trying to get a college education can't even get a callback from Wendy's or Office Max? Maybe it's just Billerica.

Food for thought, kids. Food for thought.