The anxiety has officially set in. TWO days ago I was talking about how I couldn't wait to graduate, but in all reality, I'll probably totter between wanting to graduate and freaking out about it on a daily basis until graduation. I've decided that that was just the beginning of a term that I will dub "graduation/grown up anxiety".
You see, in the world of Allison, when I get anxious or stressed out about something, I do erratic, spontaneous, impulse things (can you say new shoes, shopping trip, and new hair color?!?!). Typically though, I don't do anything crazy, don't you worry.
For instance, yesterday I had a crappy night. Not for any reason inparticular. Just lots of little things. Missing my friends and family. Stupid boys doing stupid things that I shouldn't care about-- but do. Growing up. Graduation. Stupid feelings and emotions that only girls can understand. Wanting to take my dog for a walk, but not being able to because he's in Clarion. Boredom. You know, totally normal things. (right)
This crappy night made me want to shop. I actually DID get in my car, but I had enough willpower to turn right onto Fifth Avenue rather than left, which would have led me to Old Navy, where I was planning on buying out their flip flop/spring dress selection. Turning right only resulted in my stop at the Coldstone Creamery for ice cream the size of my head (which yes, I ate it all).
Anyways, crappy night= Random, unnecessary trip for ice cream and Potter thinking time...
Potter thinking time= made me really sad and freaked out about the future.
Maybe it had something to do with FINALLY submitting my resume to a couple companies and sending letters of inquiries to a few others. Maybe not...
I'll probably do a lot of little crazy things over the next month and a half, which I will blame directly on the fact that I have NO idea what is going to happen with my future. Hopefully I don't shave my head, after dying my hair dark and light and dark and light. (I promise I won't... I'm really not crazy... definitely not THAT crazy)
So... this is where we tie in the title of this blog. Why can't I just become a professional celebrity nickname maker upper? I mean, for real... Who's the lucky fool out there getting paid for Bennifer II, Brangelina, and TomKat?!?! Or how about a professional blogger? I'm totally in favor of it. Given the right amount of pay, I'm sure I could come up with all sorts of interesting things to talk about in a blog. Blogs are so easy and so much fun. It's so relaxed. You don't have to worry about correct grammar, punctuation, etc. quite as much... (much more acceptable to write in a conversational manner)... with my internship, I have myself doubting every single thing I'm writing, wondering if that's how it is in the AP Stylebook (a professional writer's bible). Someone figure out who I can write to about a paid blogging position. I'd totally apply.
Disclaimer: To those of you that are now worried that I'm going to dye my hair, shave my head, and spend my savings on a new wardrobe (as if I need any more clothes)... I'm not going to. I like my hair the color it is, I would NEVER shave my head... and I'll try to limit my retail therapy to a couple new spring dresses. I promise.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
When I look back...
While a student at Clarion University, there have been many people who will forever leave an imprint in my heart and who have molded me to become the individual that I am, and will become throughout my life.
To my friends and family, I thank you for leading me by example, giving me strong morals, high standards for achievement, along with the will to do anything that I set my mind to. Just the other day, while browsing the gift card section at Giant Eagle, I read a magnet with a quote on it that really made me think. “Every possibility starts off as an impossibility.” As I stood there, I took a minute to realize just how very true that was. Of course, I already knew this, thanks to those who have allowed me to realize it. But it’s my friends, my family, and my few professors that have made a difference in my life that have made me realize just how very true that quote is.
I attended Clarion University for a number of reasons. First and foremost, my parents both teach at the University, which gives me the benefit of free tuition while an undergraduate at Clarion. It also kept me close to home and to my family, both of which I cherish dearly. In addition, I attended Clarion for its strong Communication Sciences and Disorders program, which was my major when I first enrolled at the University. Finally, let’s not fool anyone. I was young and stupid. I had a boyfriend of less than a year who I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. For the record, we broke up three days into college.
There were times that I hated it at Clarion. I recall stomping into my parents house a handful of times, expressing to them how I wanted to transfer, and how I hated it here. I don’t remember any of the reasons why. Obviously, they were trivial, because when I reflect on my past five (yes, five) years at Clarion University, I can’t imagine my life anywhere else. The friends that I’ve made and the memories that we’ve created will forever be irreplaceable to me. The professors that challenged me… affected me… made me think… will be the very reason that I make it in the very competitive professional world.
One professor in particular, has really made a difference in my life. It’s just unfortunate that he’s not still here to hold my hand and guide me through this next cornerstone of my life post-graduation. His name is Mr. Michael Freeman. After my sophomore year at Clarion, I changed my major to Communication. This decision would set me back a year, and make me graduate with around 150 credits, but it would be one of the best decisions I’d make in college.
During my second semester as a Communication major, I took the course Writing for Media with Mr. Freeman. Mr. Freeman was a younger professor. He was still working on his doctorate, but had this vast amount of knowledge, a rare and incredible desire to teach, and a twist on teaching the field that really caught my attention. After this course, I was bound and determined to take every single Communication class through him. Impossible, I know, but I did manage to take a second class with him a semester or two later.
In addition to being my professor in two classes, Mr. Freeman was also my advisor for a semester. Even after he was no longer to be my technical advisor, due to budgeting problems that the department faced, he still continued to offer valuable advice and guidance throughout my time at Clarion.
It was Mr. Freeman who guided me towards Public Relations, who told me that I should get involved with the television station (in front of the camera, he suggested), and who wasn’t afraid to point out my flirty personality, which I had subconsciously used to get away with things, and to get what I wanted. “You bat your little eyelashes and flash a smile, to make people believe you’re not as smart as you really are, or to get what you want,” he said. The sad thing was, he was right. It wasn’t my intent, but it was what I had been doing since high school.
It was also Mr. Freeman who made me take the steps that would be necessary to prove to people just how smart I really was (so people say), by asserting myself with different things that not all students wouldn’t typically do. I spent a semester as VP of Activities for the Public Relations Student Society of America for the Clarion University chapter. I also applied for (and was accepted with) an internship through Jack Horner Communications, one of the most reputable public relations agencies in this area of the country. Mr. Freeman had a direct effect on the choices that I have made through college, which I’ll forever be grateful to him for.
Mr. Freeman became a true friend, and I honestly feel as though Clarion has lost an irreplaceable asset when they lost him as a professor. I understand that things are not as simple as a student might see it to be, so I can’t be angry with their decision to let him go. However, it’s a shame that other students at Clarion University will never get the opportunity to experience how great of a person and professor he is.
I continue to talk to Mr. Freeman to this day. Not nearly as frequently as I’d like, but I’ll never forget just how responsible he is for me being the individual that I am today. Had it not been for him pushing me to try harder, work better, apply myself more, I can’t possibly begin to imagine where I would be today.
To my friends and family, I thank you for leading me by example, giving me strong morals, high standards for achievement, along with the will to do anything that I set my mind to. Just the other day, while browsing the gift card section at Giant Eagle, I read a magnet with a quote on it that really made me think. “Every possibility starts off as an impossibility.” As I stood there, I took a minute to realize just how very true that was. Of course, I already knew this, thanks to those who have allowed me to realize it. But it’s my friends, my family, and my few professors that have made a difference in my life that have made me realize just how very true that quote is.
I attended Clarion University for a number of reasons. First and foremost, my parents both teach at the University, which gives me the benefit of free tuition while an undergraduate at Clarion. It also kept me close to home and to my family, both of which I cherish dearly. In addition, I attended Clarion for its strong Communication Sciences and Disorders program, which was my major when I first enrolled at the University. Finally, let’s not fool anyone. I was young and stupid. I had a boyfriend of less than a year who I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. For the record, we broke up three days into college.
There were times that I hated it at Clarion. I recall stomping into my parents house a handful of times, expressing to them how I wanted to transfer, and how I hated it here. I don’t remember any of the reasons why. Obviously, they were trivial, because when I reflect on my past five (yes, five) years at Clarion University, I can’t imagine my life anywhere else. The friends that I’ve made and the memories that we’ve created will forever be irreplaceable to me. The professors that challenged me… affected me… made me think… will be the very reason that I make it in the very competitive professional world.
One professor in particular, has really made a difference in my life. It’s just unfortunate that he’s not still here to hold my hand and guide me through this next cornerstone of my life post-graduation. His name is Mr. Michael Freeman. After my sophomore year at Clarion, I changed my major to Communication. This decision would set me back a year, and make me graduate with around 150 credits, but it would be one of the best decisions I’d make in college.
During my second semester as a Communication major, I took the course Writing for Media with Mr. Freeman. Mr. Freeman was a younger professor. He was still working on his doctorate, but had this vast amount of knowledge, a rare and incredible desire to teach, and a twist on teaching the field that really caught my attention. After this course, I was bound and determined to take every single Communication class through him. Impossible, I know, but I did manage to take a second class with him a semester or two later.
In addition to being my professor in two classes, Mr. Freeman was also my advisor for a semester. Even after he was no longer to be my technical advisor, due to budgeting problems that the department faced, he still continued to offer valuable advice and guidance throughout my time at Clarion.
It was Mr. Freeman who guided me towards Public Relations, who told me that I should get involved with the television station (in front of the camera, he suggested), and who wasn’t afraid to point out my flirty personality, which I had subconsciously used to get away with things, and to get what I wanted. “You bat your little eyelashes and flash a smile, to make people believe you’re not as smart as you really are, or to get what you want,” he said. The sad thing was, he was right. It wasn’t my intent, but it was what I had been doing since high school.
It was also Mr. Freeman who made me take the steps that would be necessary to prove to people just how smart I really was (so people say), by asserting myself with different things that not all students wouldn’t typically do. I spent a semester as VP of Activities for the Public Relations Student Society of America for the Clarion University chapter. I also applied for (and was accepted with) an internship through Jack Horner Communications, one of the most reputable public relations agencies in this area of the country. Mr. Freeman had a direct effect on the choices that I have made through college, which I’ll forever be grateful to him for.
Mr. Freeman became a true friend, and I honestly feel as though Clarion has lost an irreplaceable asset when they lost him as a professor. I understand that things are not as simple as a student might see it to be, so I can’t be angry with their decision to let him go. However, it’s a shame that other students at Clarion University will never get the opportunity to experience how great of a person and professor he is.
I continue to talk to Mr. Freeman to this day. Not nearly as frequently as I’d like, but I’ll never forget just how responsible he is for me being the individual that I am today. Had it not been for him pushing me to try harder, work better, apply myself more, I can’t possibly begin to imagine where I would be today.
It's been awhile...
Alright… so I’m back. Back to the grind I suppose you could say. Guess that means that I should post something to let you know what I’ve been up to these past however many days. Last week, I was on “break” from Jack Horner. It was basically the equivalent of the University’s “winter break”, but I just chose to take mine a week later, so I’d actually be able to see friends from Clarion University, rather than going home to an empty campus.
My break was really nice. I went home on the Friday before St. Patrick’s Day, spent the holiday with two of my oldest and best friends from home—Briana, literally my oldest friends, there is video of us playing in my mom’s garden in diapers—and Whitmer, my ex-boyfriend… I know, sounds weird, but we were really good friends beforehand and continue to be really good friends now… basically, as facebook puts it oh-so well… “it’s complicated”.
Anywhoooo, I’m Irish, so felt the need to really celebrate the day that is devoted to we Irish folk. Basically, it was a good time.
(Random disclaimer: I’m 22 kiddos, which puts me over the legal age to be drinking. If you’re not 21, do not drink, it’ll rot your liver)
Fast-forward to Monday, where I drove BACK to Pittsburgh for less than 24 hours to attend the Justin Timberlake concert with some friends from Shadyside. I always liked Justin Timberlake, but now the huge crush I have on him can’t even be expressed properly in words. Oh, the dancing, the singing, the entire concert = amazing. We even had really good tickets, considering we didn’t order our tickets until the week before the concert.
Tuesday morning, I packed enough stuff up to go home for the week, and headed back to Clarion.
The days were pretty boring in Clarion. I didn’t have much to do since my parents were both up on campus all day teaching classes, and my friends were up on campus attending the classes. But each night, I typically found something to do.
Tuesday night, my friend Nicole offered to cook me dinner. So I headed to her house, ate dinner, caught up with her (I hadn’t really seen or heard much from her in months). Then we headed to the TV station on campus to watch my old roommate DiAnna anchor the news. She did a really good job. After that, we headed to Gemmel, the student union, where I got my very first glance of the classy new ice cream place, which I’m totally envious of everyone who is getting to experience its tasty goodness. While there, we went to the talent show that was being held, which was really entertaining. There’s always something going on at Gemmell, if not, somewhere else on campus. I really like that.
Oh my goodness, Wednesday was a lot of fun too! Wednesday my friend Huha, who does a radio show for the campus radio station invited me to come read this segment he does each Wednesday. It was so much fun! I had a really great time doing it. Thanks Huha!
(sidenote: Huha... I am NOT a Clarion legend)
Thursday and Friday were pretty uneventful. I saw some friends, went out to dinner with the girls, went out Friday night with one of my best friends Carrie—and Whitmer—and basically did things that I could only get done in Clarion.
Friday there was a soup drive in my parents department building, where the money made was being donated to Passages. That was nice. I went up there and had lunch with my mom. Free food=amazing.
I guess that was pretty much the extent of my trip home. Being home was fun, but I’ve been going home so frequently for random reasons lately that it doesn’t seem as special as it first did when I initially moved to Pittsburgh. I don’t think Clarion University can function without me. I’m a needed asset (kidding). I’ll be heading home next Tuesday to speak at the PRSSA meeting in Becker. Feel free to attend. I have that power to invite people. First of all, cause anyone can attend anyways, and second of all, because I’m a retired VP of Activities for PRSSA and member as well. So check it out. I don’t know what I’ll talk about yet, but it should be a good time, cause I’m a good time!
**5:00 (I think). Room 124 Becker (also, I think).**
Basically, I’ve been counting down the days until graduation. 46 days until graduation. Wow. That’s the first time I did an actual count of the days. I still have to apply for jobs. Yes, people have been bugging me about it for weeks now. Maybe even months. No, I haven’t applied anywhere yet. As a matter of fact, I still need to update my resume. Not to mention I haven’t updated my Media Portfolio in over two years. For those non-Communication majors, a Media Portfolio is basically a portfolio of your work that you’ve done that is relevant to your major/area of expertise/talent. Yesterday I convinced myself that I would get that all completed within the next week, so that I could really start to apply places. But, we’ll see how that goes.
Until next time… enjoy the weather, and go out for a walk for goodness sakes. We all know bikini season is approaching. If you’re anything like me, winter allows us to “let go” a little, and now it’s time to get things back under control. Ta ta!!!
My break was really nice. I went home on the Friday before St. Patrick’s Day, spent the holiday with two of my oldest and best friends from home—Briana, literally my oldest friends, there is video of us playing in my mom’s garden in diapers—and Whitmer, my ex-boyfriend… I know, sounds weird, but we were really good friends beforehand and continue to be really good friends now… basically, as facebook puts it oh-so well… “it’s complicated”.
Anywhoooo, I’m Irish, so felt the need to really celebrate the day that is devoted to we Irish folk. Basically, it was a good time.
(Random disclaimer: I’m 22 kiddos, which puts me over the legal age to be drinking. If you’re not 21, do not drink, it’ll rot your liver)
Fast-forward to Monday, where I drove BACK to Pittsburgh for less than 24 hours to attend the Justin Timberlake concert with some friends from Shadyside. I always liked Justin Timberlake, but now the huge crush I have on him can’t even be expressed properly in words. Oh, the dancing, the singing, the entire concert = amazing. We even had really good tickets, considering we didn’t order our tickets until the week before the concert.
Tuesday morning, I packed enough stuff up to go home for the week, and headed back to Clarion.
The days were pretty boring in Clarion. I didn’t have much to do since my parents were both up on campus all day teaching classes, and my friends were up on campus attending the classes. But each night, I typically found something to do.
Tuesday night, my friend Nicole offered to cook me dinner. So I headed to her house, ate dinner, caught up with her (I hadn’t really seen or heard much from her in months). Then we headed to the TV station on campus to watch my old roommate DiAnna anchor the news. She did a really good job. After that, we headed to Gemmel, the student union, where I got my very first glance of the classy new ice cream place, which I’m totally envious of everyone who is getting to experience its tasty goodness. While there, we went to the talent show that was being held, which was really entertaining. There’s always something going on at Gemmell, if not, somewhere else on campus. I really like that.
Oh my goodness, Wednesday was a lot of fun too! Wednesday my friend Huha, who does a radio show for the campus radio station invited me to come read this segment he does each Wednesday. It was so much fun! I had a really great time doing it. Thanks Huha!
(sidenote: Huha... I am NOT a Clarion legend)
Thursday and Friday were pretty uneventful. I saw some friends, went out to dinner with the girls, went out Friday night with one of my best friends Carrie—and Whitmer—and basically did things that I could only get done in Clarion.
Friday there was a soup drive in my parents department building, where the money made was being donated to Passages. That was nice. I went up there and had lunch with my mom. Free food=amazing.
I guess that was pretty much the extent of my trip home. Being home was fun, but I’ve been going home so frequently for random reasons lately that it doesn’t seem as special as it first did when I initially moved to Pittsburgh. I don’t think Clarion University can function without me. I’m a needed asset (kidding). I’ll be heading home next Tuesday to speak at the PRSSA meeting in Becker. Feel free to attend. I have that power to invite people. First of all, cause anyone can attend anyways, and second of all, because I’m a retired VP of Activities for PRSSA and member as well. So check it out. I don’t know what I’ll talk about yet, but it should be a good time, cause I’m a good time!
**5:00 (I think). Room 124 Becker (also, I think).**
Basically, I’ve been counting down the days until graduation. 46 days until graduation. Wow. That’s the first time I did an actual count of the days. I still have to apply for jobs. Yes, people have been bugging me about it for weeks now. Maybe even months. No, I haven’t applied anywhere yet. As a matter of fact, I still need to update my resume. Not to mention I haven’t updated my Media Portfolio in over two years. For those non-Communication majors, a Media Portfolio is basically a portfolio of your work that you’ve done that is relevant to your major/area of expertise/talent. Yesterday I convinced myself that I would get that all completed within the next week, so that I could really start to apply places. But, we’ll see how that goes.
Until next time… enjoy the weather, and go out for a walk for goodness sakes. We all know bikini season is approaching. If you’re anything like me, winter allows us to “let go” a little, and now it’s time to get things back under control. Ta ta!!!
Monday, March 26, 2007
Real quick (I think)
Dear everyone... I'm a slacker. I know. It's been (hold on, let me check) twelve days since my last post, and my last post was to blab about Supricky from YouTube... anyways, I just wanted to inform you all that I have not died. Many of you actually PROBABLY saw me at some point over the last week while I was at home in Clarion. Anyways, one would think that I would have all of these opportunities to post a blog while on break from life... but that is not the case...
...tomorrow I'm back at the internship though, which will give me the opportunity to post a blog during a lunch break or something... look forward to (briefly) hearing (an edited version) about St. Patrick's Day, my experience at the Justin Timberlake concert, my trip home, and all of the fun and exciting things I did at Clarion University while there. It'll be a doozy :)
p.s. Dear commenters... First and foremost, thanks for commenting.
Commenter #1: You might be famous if you know me. You're at least an official groupie :p
Commenter #2: Is that you, mom? I will write about my experience throughout college and about a professor. I promise. There will be a post about it before May 12th. I'm a busy girl.
Commenter #3: I don't even know where West Mifflin is... but I found a Giant Eagle that is not creepy on Saturday, and went to it today. It's the biggest, classiest Giant Eagle I've ever been to. Quite possibly better than Walmart, cause they even have a greeter. The cute little old man says "Welcome to Market District" :)... and it's within walking distance (if I'm not getting $111.00 worth of groceries)
Peace out loves :)
...tomorrow I'm back at the internship though, which will give me the opportunity to post a blog during a lunch break or something... look forward to (briefly) hearing (an edited version) about St. Patrick's Day, my experience at the Justin Timberlake concert, my trip home, and all of the fun and exciting things I did at Clarion University while there. It'll be a doozy :)
p.s. Dear commenters... First and foremost, thanks for commenting.
Commenter #1: You might be famous if you know me. You're at least an official groupie :p
Commenter #2: Is that you, mom? I will write about my experience throughout college and about a professor. I promise. There will be a post about it before May 12th. I'm a busy girl.
Commenter #3: I don't even know where West Mifflin is... but I found a Giant Eagle that is not creepy on Saturday, and went to it today. It's the biggest, classiest Giant Eagle I've ever been to. Quite possibly better than Walmart, cause they even have a greeter. The cute little old man says "Welcome to Market District" :)... and it's within walking distance (if I'm not getting $111.00 worth of groceries)
Peace out loves :)
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
OMG OMG OMGoodness I'm famous
WHYYYYYY in the world would I post a picture of me smiling like a ginormous idiot, in my car, with my generic aviators, with the sun 1/2 glaring on my face?Well... because that's my face. Right now... because I'm feeling famous-ish-ish-ish.
Real quick recap, cause I should totally be going to bed right now. This Daylight Savings nonsense/interning my life away is KILLLLLLING ME.
So everyone, let's backtrack about a month to my Valentine's Day post. I talked about Single's Awareness Day, classes never being cancelled (and they were the next day), and my obsession with YouTube, and how I had a total obsession with watching these two people on YouTube, WilliamSledd, and SupRicky06. Remember? I told everyone I was going to fail out of college, and that unless they too wanted to fail out, that they should avoid watching them at all costs? Well I said it. Check it out. February 13ish.
Anyways, tonight, I'm sitting in front of my computer, getting ready to go to bed, playing on Myspace and downloading the Augustana cd. I decide to check my e-mail. My e-mail's boring. I never get anything fun, with the exception of the occassional e-mail from my family members, and a few friends. Oh, and TONS of spam that somehow makes it to my inbox. This time, there is this odd e-mail that is from a Chris, that doesn't look like spam. I open it... and to my surprise , it's SUPRICKY06 from YouTube!!!!!!!! (Insert little girly screams as if they've just seen Justin Timberlake walking down the street). He thanked me for the little shoutout in my blog, and told me not to fail out of college watching him. Oh. My. Goodness.
That's really all I've got to say. I feel like a mini celebrity. 1) People actually read this, besides Clarion University students. 2) I got an e-mail from what I consider to be a mini-celebrity. 3) I definitely was such a dork about it that I called my ex-boyfriend and told the story to his voicemail, cause I knew he'd be the only one to listen to me be so excited at 11:00 at night. (sidenote: he TOTALLY didn't answer. jerk. probably part of the reason he's my ex :p...)
So, all in all, I'm an idiot. But a very appreciative idiot... and I promise to post something internship/Pittsburgh life relevant very soon. Maybe even CU related very soon, since I'll be in Clarion until a) I get so bored I can't handle it, or b) until next Friday... (with the exception of Monday night, where I'll be driving back down to Pittsburgh for the night to see Justin Timberlake... and yes, I'll probably be screaming like a 14 y.o. girl... just like I did today).
The End. :)
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
What a week, what a week, and what a week to come :)
Boy oh boy do I have fun and interesting stuff to tell you all about.
I should probably start by telling you all that I survived last week. My head did not explode like I had anticipated.
My seven shifts in six days at the restaurant turned into eight shifts in six days…(I ended up doubling Friday AND Saturday)… with that and JHC combined, I think I’ve calculated to have worked 55 hours between Tuesday and Sunday. Yikes.
The golf mailers were all ready to be shipped out by the end of my 16 hours at JHC. 300ish boxes assembled, stuffed with green crinkle paper, three Nike Distance (I guess that’s a good kind) golf balls with the JHC logo on it, and Todd’s (the promotional products manager) business card. I guess the golf mailer is a really big deal for the promotional products section of JHC, since so many company’s like to buy golf balls, shirts, tees, whatever else you can think of with their company’s personalized logo slapped all over it. Anyways, after the boxes had everything in them, they had to be closed up, a waffle sticker had to be thrown on to keep the boxes from opening, they were labeled and stamped for shipment, and were ready to go. Sounds simple, right? Not so much. Wednesday, when I went to the restaurant, I had teeny little invisible paper cuts all over my hands that stung every time I squeezed a lemon slice into my water… (I live off of water with lemon at work)… That was my main accomplishment for JHC this past week. I also did some other smaller things, but that was the big task of the week, and oddly enough, I had a lot of fun with it.
Work wasn’t all that bad either. The majority of the friends that I have in Pittsburgh are friends that I’ve made through work, so going to Walnut Grill is never that terrible. I’m sure I’ve said this before, and I’ll probably say it a few more times, but the people at Walnut Grill are just all so nice, and fun, and laid-back. It’s a good time. Days that I work with Yvonne, Kristen, and/or Jeff are my favorite, but any day is a good day there.
Sunday evening and Monday were my days off from work (both JHC and the Grill). So in celebration of a hard week now over, I treated myself to a nice little stroll through Shadyside (it was beautiful out, by the way), where I bought a new pair of running shoes, and this really cute dress from Banana Republic. I spent entirely too much of the money that I had made that past week, but I seriously couldn’t pass it up. I honestly thought that I deserved it, my old running shoes are now two years old, and this dress was soooo cute (and marked down to $65 from $130… can you say DEAL???)
Sunday night, Yvonne and I went back to work for dinner and a martini. The greatest part of this was that we went in sweats and a sweatshirt, and didn’t feel out of place. I LOVE that. I loved that about Clarion, and I love that I have a place where I’m living now that I feel comfortable enough going to on a Sunday night in sweats. Shadyside is REALLY starting to feel like home.
Monday was fanTABulous. I slept in, took my time doing things ALL day long—was in no rush to do anything. At 4:00, Yvonne picked me up, then we picked Kristen up from class in Oakland and headed to get our nails and toes done. I LOVE having my nails freshly done. They look so pretty! Plus, the color of my toes is WAYYYY classy. I picked it because it reminded me of the color of Dorothy’s ruby red slippers from The Wizard of Oz. It even looks all shimmery (which is classy… glittery=trashy). We finished off the evening with dinner at the other Walnut Grill(ish) restaurant in Fox Chapel (same theory, basically same food, sort of different name), and the de-virginizing of me to the Coldstone Creamery. OH. MY. GOOOOOOODNESS!!!!!!!!!! Heaven. So great. All in all, it was a great night. Just what I needed to end the week… and to really really really top things off, I’m GOING TO THE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE CONCERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yvonne, Kristen and I ordered tickets at the end of the evening, and I can’t even WAIT. It’s consuming every second of my thoughts. I’ve told everyone. I’m SOOO excited. So excited.
So, basically it’s been a really long week, finished off by a really excellent night. Obviously, cause I’ve just written a novel (as usual). I’ll post pictures from my trip to Coldstone Creamery as soon as Kristen sends them to me, and I’ll be sure to post pictures from the Justin Timberlake concert after I go next Monday. St. Patty’s Day is also this Saturday, so that’s something to look forward to/talk about in my next post/post pictures of. I love St. Patty’s Day. I’m Irish, I love a good time, and my shirts are always fun. No time to make a shirt of my own this year (like I did last year), but I DID find a really good shirt. It’s green, and it has the cheesiest pick-up line on it… it says “Are your legs tired? Cause you’ve been running through my mind all day”. Greaaaaaat!
I should probably start by telling you all that I survived last week. My head did not explode like I had anticipated.
My seven shifts in six days at the restaurant turned into eight shifts in six days…(I ended up doubling Friday AND Saturday)… with that and JHC combined, I think I’ve calculated to have worked 55 hours between Tuesday and Sunday. Yikes.
The golf mailers were all ready to be shipped out by the end of my 16 hours at JHC. 300ish boxes assembled, stuffed with green crinkle paper, three Nike Distance (I guess that’s a good kind) golf balls with the JHC logo on it, and Todd’s (the promotional products manager) business card. I guess the golf mailer is a really big deal for the promotional products section of JHC, since so many company’s like to buy golf balls, shirts, tees, whatever else you can think of with their company’s personalized logo slapped all over it. Anyways, after the boxes had everything in them, they had to be closed up, a waffle sticker had to be thrown on to keep the boxes from opening, they were labeled and stamped for shipment, and were ready to go. Sounds simple, right? Not so much. Wednesday, when I went to the restaurant, I had teeny little invisible paper cuts all over my hands that stung every time I squeezed a lemon slice into my water… (I live off of water with lemon at work)… That was my main accomplishment for JHC this past week. I also did some other smaller things, but that was the big task of the week, and oddly enough, I had a lot of fun with it.
Work wasn’t all that bad either. The majority of the friends that I have in Pittsburgh are friends that I’ve made through work, so going to Walnut Grill is never that terrible. I’m sure I’ve said this before, and I’ll probably say it a few more times, but the people at Walnut Grill are just all so nice, and fun, and laid-back. It’s a good time. Days that I work with Yvonne, Kristen, and/or Jeff are my favorite, but any day is a good day there.
Sunday evening and Monday were my days off from work (both JHC and the Grill). So in celebration of a hard week now over, I treated myself to a nice little stroll through Shadyside (it was beautiful out, by the way), where I bought a new pair of running shoes, and this really cute dress from Banana Republic. I spent entirely too much of the money that I had made that past week, but I seriously couldn’t pass it up. I honestly thought that I deserved it, my old running shoes are now two years old, and this dress was soooo cute (and marked down to $65 from $130… can you say DEAL???)
Sunday night, Yvonne and I went back to work for dinner and a martini. The greatest part of this was that we went in sweats and a sweatshirt, and didn’t feel out of place. I LOVE that. I loved that about Clarion, and I love that I have a place where I’m living now that I feel comfortable enough going to on a Sunday night in sweats. Shadyside is REALLY starting to feel like home.
Monday was fanTABulous. I slept in, took my time doing things ALL day long—was in no rush to do anything. At 4:00, Yvonne picked me up, then we picked Kristen up from class in Oakland and headed to get our nails and toes done. I LOVE having my nails freshly done. They look so pretty! Plus, the color of my toes is WAYYYY classy. I picked it because it reminded me of the color of Dorothy’s ruby red slippers from The Wizard of Oz. It even looks all shimmery (which is classy… glittery=trashy). We finished off the evening with dinner at the other Walnut Grill(ish) restaurant in Fox Chapel (same theory, basically same food, sort of different name), and the de-virginizing of me to the Coldstone Creamery. OH. MY. GOOOOOOODNESS!!!!!!!!!! Heaven. So great. All in all, it was a great night. Just what I needed to end the week… and to really really really top things off, I’m GOING TO THE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE CONCERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yvonne, Kristen and I ordered tickets at the end of the evening, and I can’t even WAIT. It’s consuming every second of my thoughts. I’ve told everyone. I’m SOOO excited. So excited.
So, basically it’s been a really long week, finished off by a really excellent night. Obviously, cause I’ve just written a novel (as usual). I’ll post pictures from my trip to Coldstone Creamery as soon as Kristen sends them to me, and I’ll be sure to post pictures from the Justin Timberlake concert after I go next Monday. St. Patty’s Day is also this Saturday, so that’s something to look forward to/talk about in my next post/post pictures of. I love St. Patty’s Day. I’m Irish, I love a good time, and my shirts are always fun. No time to make a shirt of my own this year (like I did last year), but I DID find a really good shirt. It’s green, and it has the cheesiest pick-up line on it… it says “Are your legs tired? Cause you’ve been running through my mind all day”. Greaaaaaat!
Thursday, March 8, 2007
one-in-a-million will experience head explosion...
So... for those of you in college, or who have been in college, I'm sure you will be able to totally relate to what I'm about to say... and to those of you who have yet to go to college, you will someday understand what I'm talking about here...
...it's that time of the year again. It comes without warning, you're never quite sure how long it will last, and it hits people at different times... it's that time of the year where you think your head is going to explode.
Don't worry, head explosion is a 1 in a million occurrence, but 98% of the student population will probably try to say that they were ALMOST that 1 person to experience head explosion.
Let me sort of clarify. Every year... actually no, once a semester, there is a point in my life where everything seems to be hitting me at once. At school, it’s papers and projects, and extracurricular happenings, etc. Here it’s promotional mailings, and assignments at the internship and 7 shifts in 6 days at work.
The fact that the weather is SLOWLY starting to improve doesn’t help.
Today, when I was on my way to Jack Horner, it was so nice out-- SUCH an improvement from the day before, when the roads were covered in snow and sludge. It made me so excited for it to be spring, beyond how excited I’ve been the past couple weeks. I know Phil the Groundhog wouldn’t lie to me, and I’ve been itching for spring since he told me it was coming early.
So back to the point of my story. I feel like my head is going to explode. This entire semester, I’ve been consistently writing on Tuesdays. Every morning when I get into my internship before our daily meeting. But not this week. This week, I’ve had to actually set aside time to write a blog. SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED, and is happening, and it’s all just to the point where I’m ready for a break. Just a week. Then I’ll be okay again. J
This week, I was home from Sunday evening until Tuesday afternoon. I NEEDED to catch up from sleep that I didn’t get the week before, but then it was right back into it… full force. Seven shifts at Walnut Grill in six days. 16 hours in two days at JHC (I usually do 20 hours a week, but I worked 30 last week). Tuesday AND Wednesday I was home for five minutes or less between one place and the other, and tonight will be no different. By Saturday, rather than going out at night to socialize with friends, I’ll want to collapse.
But… I feel confident that I might survive. I don’t believe that I’ll become a statistic, being THE 1-in-a-million whose head DOES explode. If I can just make it through these next 8 days, I can look forward to a week in Clarion. I’m sure THAT will give me something to blog about…
Oh… real quick. Saw a bunch of fabulous people on my trip home. So… shoutout to ALLLLLL my television station people… and Huha again, for giving me a shoutout on the radio. I felt like a mini celebrity.
...it's that time of the year again. It comes without warning, you're never quite sure how long it will last, and it hits people at different times... it's that time of the year where you think your head is going to explode.
Don't worry, head explosion is a 1 in a million occurrence, but 98% of the student population will probably try to say that they were ALMOST that 1 person to experience head explosion.
Let me sort of clarify. Every year... actually no, once a semester, there is a point in my life where everything seems to be hitting me at once. At school, it’s papers and projects, and extracurricular happenings, etc. Here it’s promotional mailings, and assignments at the internship and 7 shifts in 6 days at work.
The fact that the weather is SLOWLY starting to improve doesn’t help.
Today, when I was on my way to Jack Horner, it was so nice out-- SUCH an improvement from the day before, when the roads were covered in snow and sludge. It made me so excited for it to be spring, beyond how excited I’ve been the past couple weeks. I know Phil the Groundhog wouldn’t lie to me, and I’ve been itching for spring since he told me it was coming early.
So back to the point of my story. I feel like my head is going to explode. This entire semester, I’ve been consistently writing on Tuesdays. Every morning when I get into my internship before our daily meeting. But not this week. This week, I’ve had to actually set aside time to write a blog. SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED, and is happening, and it’s all just to the point where I’m ready for a break. Just a week. Then I’ll be okay again. J
This week, I was home from Sunday evening until Tuesday afternoon. I NEEDED to catch up from sleep that I didn’t get the week before, but then it was right back into it… full force. Seven shifts at Walnut Grill in six days. 16 hours in two days at JHC (I usually do 20 hours a week, but I worked 30 last week). Tuesday AND Wednesday I was home for five minutes or less between one place and the other, and tonight will be no different. By Saturday, rather than going out at night to socialize with friends, I’ll want to collapse.
But… I feel confident that I might survive. I don’t believe that I’ll become a statistic, being THE 1-in-a-million whose head DOES explode. If I can just make it through these next 8 days, I can look forward to a week in Clarion. I’m sure THAT will give me something to blog about…
Oh… real quick. Saw a bunch of fabulous people on my trip home. So… shoutout to ALLLLLL my television station people… and Huha again, for giving me a shoutout on the radio. I felt like a mini celebrity.
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