30 December 2007
21 December 2007
ouisconsin
awesome
By which I mean terrifying. Speaking of which, I quit my job today. One of them; the one that pays more. I feel mostly okay about that; I will probably either get a job at UWM or actually have time to make websites and necklaces for money. I hope.
I am drunk. That is mostly related to the quitting of my job. And the generally chaotic situation in which I find myself. Today, I found out two of my photos made the finals at the photography competition at work. I found that out when I was cleaning out my mailbox because that was one of the things I had to do to officially quit. They gave my framed prints of two of my photos; I'm still entered in the competition, I think.
Do you have boyfriends/girlfriends, anonymous people who read my blog? I know you're out there; I have sitemeter. I'm watching you right now. Have you ever gotten mad at your boyfriend, but then you tell him, and he agrees with you and tells you he's wrong, and then he goes out of his way to do something to make it better? And then you're both happy he did that and very confused because you were gearing up to be angry and you don't know how to deal with this sudden change of emotion? Because, seriously, who does he think he is, noticing that you're upset and then wanting to do something to make you feel better? Well, that sounds like a stupid situation, one in which I have never found myself.
I am going to go to sleep; maybe tomorrow will be less annoying and confusing.
By which I mean terrifying. Speaking of which, I quit my job today. One of them; the one that pays more. I feel mostly okay about that; I will probably either get a job at UWM or actually have time to make websites and necklaces for money. I hope.
I am drunk. That is mostly related to the quitting of my job. And the generally chaotic situation in which I find myself. Today, I found out two of my photos made the finals at the photography competition at work. I found that out when I was cleaning out my mailbox because that was one of the things I had to do to officially quit. They gave my framed prints of two of my photos; I'm still entered in the competition, I think.
Do you have boyfriends/girlfriends, anonymous people who read my blog? I know you're out there; I have sitemeter. I'm watching you right now. Have you ever gotten mad at your boyfriend, but then you tell him, and he agrees with you and tells you he's wrong, and then he goes out of his way to do something to make it better? And then you're both happy he did that and very confused because you were gearing up to be angry and you don't know how to deal with this sudden change of emotion? Because, seriously, who does he think he is, noticing that you're upset and then wanting to do something to make you feel better? Well, that sounds like a stupid situation, one in which I have never found myself.
I am going to go to sleep; maybe tomorrow will be less annoying and confusing.
18 December 2007
16 December 2007
cats like milk
I'm back in Milwaukee. My grandma is doing well, I think. I'll be back in a week for Christmas, etc, so I'll be able to see her again. Umm.. yes.
06 December 2007
echoes
My grandma had a minor stroke yesterday.
I will be up north with my family until sometime next week.
I will be up north with my family until sometime next week.
29 November 2007
plus/minus
On the one hand, Thanksgiving was great. I made awesome food--a tofurkey, cheesy jalapeño mashed potatoes, and baked macaroni and cheese (with penne pasta--the best yet). I went to Nathan's Grandma's house for lunch (I'm pretty sure his family loves me), and everyone came over to our house for dinner. It was amazing; the weekend was amazing. Except that we had Thanksgiving at our house because my grandparents don't have room to host anymore at their new apartment. And they didn't come to our house because Grandma broke her ribs a few weeks ago. And now she's in the hospital and will be through the weekend. And she's doing better--she's eating again and in better spirits generally--but I am scared.
15 November 2007
titular
1. I am going to write "MA, MLIS" after my name ALL THE TIME as soon as I finish my program.
2. Which will be totally arrogant and assy, but at least it's not S.T.D.
(hahaha std! titular!)
2. Which will be totally arrogant and assy, but at least it's not S.T.D.
(hahaha std! titular!)
13 November 2007
dinner
I am a culinary genius. This is easily the best sandwich I have made all month. Multi-grain bread, sharp aged cheddar cheese, organic apples (Ambrosia, I think). You know you're jealous.
deja vu
NYU is a dangerous place.
Hey, don't worry, there's a link to the "Wellness Exchange" right next to the article about the eighth suicide in the past four years. I mean, why should NYU offer health insurance coverage so that a student can see a therapist for a full year, or even a full academic year? No, no, that's silly, let's just limit it to 12 visits to NYU counseling and an expensive on-campus ad campaign for the bullshit "Wellness Exchange." The only thing I heard about the Wellness Exchange, good or bad, was an article in WSN about a student who called the hotline and ended up being forced into a medical leave. Maybe she needed it, maybe she didn't. I know that when I was in school, what I needed was enough insurance to go to therapy until at least May and not February. Woops, too bad Marina, you can pay the $100 a week, right?
Woops, this is getting personal. Maybe because I lived in University Hall freshman year and Water Street sophomore year. I think I'll stop here before I get a little too worked up and this gets a little too "all about Marina," because what's important, what I really mean to say, is that I hope these kids' families and friends are ok. I hope the other kids in UHall, the other kids in Water Street are okay.
Hey, don't worry, there's a link to the "Wellness Exchange" right next to the article about the eighth suicide in the past four years. I mean, why should NYU offer health insurance coverage so that a student can see a therapist for a full year, or even a full academic year? No, no, that's silly, let's just limit it to 12 visits to NYU counseling and an expensive on-campus ad campaign for the bullshit "Wellness Exchange." The only thing I heard about the Wellness Exchange, good or bad, was an article in WSN about a student who called the hotline and ended up being forced into a medical leave. Maybe she needed it, maybe she didn't. I know that when I was in school, what I needed was enough insurance to go to therapy until at least May and not February. Woops, too bad Marina, you can pay the $100 a week, right?
Woops, this is getting personal. Maybe because I lived in University Hall freshman year and Water Street sophomore year. I think I'll stop here before I get a little too worked up and this gets a little too "all about Marina," because what's important, what I really mean to say, is that I hope these kids' families and friends are ok. I hope the other kids in UHall, the other kids in Water Street are okay.
12 November 2007
published
Hey, guess what I forgot to mention? This online map guide that I've never heard of is using one of my photos for its guide to Philadelphia. Click on Chinatown and then scroll through the photos and one of them is mine. I have a credit and everything. I am such a superstar.
(Direct link for the lazy)
(Direct link for the lazy)
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