Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Why I haven't seen Ave. Q yet I just don't know...
What do you do with a B.A. in English,
What is my life going to be?
Four years of college and plenty of knowledge,
Have earned me this useless degree.
I can't pay the bills yet,
'Cause I have no skills yet,
The world is a big scary place.
But somehow I can't shake,
The feeling I might make,
To the human race.
Hi, Kate Monster.
What's the matter?
The catering company laid me off.
Posted at 09:37 am by raminta
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
OMG What is this update that you speak of?
Seriously... it's like i've dropped off the planet and stopped posting... Ok so maybe I needed a break or something... Though... my life hasn't been all that exciting...
I'm doing the waiting game...
waiting for the acceptance letter
waiting for the financial aid
waiting waiting waiting
Posted at 01:41 pm by raminta
Friday, September 16, 2005
i've been working. now i'm learning some basic welding.
went to a show.
burned myself last night picking up hot metal.
almost blinded myself when my instructor didn't warn us to put down our shields.
my eyes have been hurting all day
Posted at 03:56 pm by raminta
Monday, August 22, 2005
people find me?
i've been located at myspace... an old friend from college... she was a couple of years younger than myself, but definately a cool chick...
that just kills me
Posted at 09:56 am by raminta
Friday, July 22, 2005
for this one:
my bro sent me this pic about an hour ago and then the little man called... i hung up on him first... didn't know who it was... i haven't heard that many words come out of his mouth... like ever!
i got him that hat and that toy... and a dinosaur...
"thank you autie merminta for th toy!"
i was having such a shitty downer day up until that point...
Posted at 02:12 pm by raminta
The guy at the bus stop was wearing a festive summer outfit. White sneakers with socks pulled up to his knees, white shorts, a bermuda shirt and thick black sunglasses. No one has told him that he looks so out of place in this city, in this state. Walking him past him towards Good Finds on Congress St., that store that couldn't remain open for just one day so I could peak inside and see what I could buy. The displays insides the windows were all so enticing, I could never get there when it was open. It was open "at will." Now it's gone and contractors are pilling up plywood boards and everything smells like it's been freshly cut. A strange smell to waft over the scent of the ocean that was coming up the street. So strange that I could smell it from such a distance, on such a day with commuters trying their best to get to the office on time. I couldn't smell the ocean the closer I walked to work. Strange because work is so much closer.
It's time to go on a diet or start exercising or start doing something. I'm in a downswing and I can't quite fit into my jeans. That's never a good sign. It's just too hot to do anything. Too sticky. Not enough breeze and too much sun. It feels like Florida in June, not that hot where you can't breathe the moment you step outside, but hot enough where you are just too tired to move. I'm dressed too warm today. Black long sleeve shirt and dark jeans. At least my hair is still wet. Now I'm realizing that I forgot the rubber band at home. Nothing to pull my hair back with.
I can go to CVS at lunch. I can spend the $2 on a package of rubber bands. $2 can I afford that? I was told last night, that there won't be any work for a while at job #2. Won't be any work. Won't be any work.
I had a budget worked out. I had it worked out on a piece of paper the last time I went in. I sit and make calls and work out budgets. Budgets fill my planner. Small sheets of paper with numbers, additions, subtractions, divisions. Erased. Started again. Crossed out. Lists of numbers falling down the page. Pay this now. Pay this next week. I'll make this much this week and that much next week. I somehow threw out that piece of paper. I was looking for it in the stacks of budgets in my planner. Gone are the lists of numbers. They are incorrect now anyhow. Won't be any work.
I've contemplated finding another job. Another job with less freedom, more responsibility, more money. Now there won't be any work. Perhaps it is time to find another.
I want to go back outside. Stand under some shade and smell the ocean. Instead I'm in this office. Listening to the man with the vacuum cleaner complain about the Red Sox. Complain about retirement. Complain. Complain. Instead I'm sitting in front of a fan, blowing at medium. Drying my hair. The air conditioner hasn't worked in here since last summer. Instead I'm sitting in front of this screen. I'm staring at checks I need to file away. I'm sitting in front of keys I need to put away. Instead instead instead.
At least the cat is fed.
Posted at 09:18 am by raminta
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
yes there's a red x below... i'm not about to fix it... so nyeh
Posted at 10:05 am by raminta
Monday, July 18, 2005
Harry Potter today...
when is the next book coming out...
i neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed to know!
Posted at 11:26 pm by raminta
Friday, July 15, 2005
do you google people?
God I do it all the time. I get so bored at work... I google myself, family members, exs... my friend has told me that the gogling of exs is a tad neurotic... but is it neurotic if you're just bored?
Posted at 04:20 pm by raminta
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Or at least among the entire band Weezer. Holy crap they are short. I worked the stagehand load out last night for the Weezer show in Lewiston. I got to load up all of their stage equip. Which was actually pretty fun. I like their gear. While we were boxing up amps and keyboards they all came out for a group shot with some friends... At this point the fans were all gone and the arena was empty except for their crew and the hands. So they were on stage and I walk right past them to get at some coils... Man they are short. Like Tom Cruise short. I knew Rivers Cuomo was a shorty but sheesh the whole band is practically a midget circus... Yeah so I'm 5'9" slouching and 5'10" standing straight (probably closer to 5'11" last night with my workboots), but I dunno... Am I expecting too much?
No I didn't ask for an autograph or picture or even bug them. I had work I had to do. Besides they haven't really put out a good album since Pinkerton... Sellouts!
However I did grab a couple of picks and was very tempted to take their setlist... (they didn't play a single song from Pinkerton and ended with Hashpipe).
I did get an awesome t-shirt though... All the stagehands did. It has the night's show info and the local union number. My only issue is that the thing is so big I'll probably only be able to sleep in it...
at least i got paid
Posted at 11:21 am by raminta