Take Some Boop With That Bibbidy

garble

2006-07-30T21:18:00.000-04:00

I want to build my own home, a beautiful log cabin nestled in a plethora of trees and sweet grass. Huge, clear windows facing in all directions, especially the west to watch the orange sun set in the horizon. However, what I DO NOT WANT IS A STICKING PILE OF SHITE THAT IS FALLING APART, SMELLS LIKE ASS, AND HAS BUGS CREEPING, CRAWLING EVERYWHERE. You can not imagine some of the garbage houses we have seen. It's amazing that some people are living in such filth.

Last week I traveled to Lake Geneva for 3 days for work. It was a fun trip. I also interviewed for the director position while I was down there. I am supposed to know the results by Aug 15th. Either way I am pleased with how I interviewed and know the single and only reason as to why I would not get the job--age and inexperience in management. It was pretty interested to spend several days with all my bosses and watching them get their drunk on. (I was kind of jealous to not be able to kick back on the side of the lake with a margarita!)

Blah blah blah house blah blah blah job blah blah blah house job house job. Bee bop ba du bop.

Stand strong.

Persevere.

Ack

2006-07-23T17:09:00.000-04:00

My parents visited us this weekend for 2 days. It was SO nice to see them and to show them around Green Bay. It was only the 2nd time they have been down here to see me since I moved here. They can't travel often so I always look forward to them visiting when they can. Dusty and I took them to the Bay Beach Amusement Park where we went on some .50 rides and wandered around. We also took them to look at a house we fondly nicknamed FSBO. (funky smelling basement odor) Needless to say, we won't be buying that gem!!!

However, we found a house that we LOVE LOVE LOVE. We have an appointment on tuesday evening to check it out. I'm really hoping that this might be the one for us. It's in the location that we love (about 4 blocks from where we are now), style that we like, and it very good condition. Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I just don't want to wait all the way until TUESDAY. Booo!

Ok, I'm finished.

Holy shmoly, she lives!

2006-07-21T16:29:00.000-04:00

By goly, I remember how to update after all. I have been hiding in the deep caves of a college campus working my booty to the nines while house hunting and job interviewing at the same time. Say what? When did all of these atrocities occur???

So yup, I've been doing a bit of house hunting for the past month or so. I'm extremely tired of paying rent, rent, rent to only receive what in return? Stolen propery, crackheads living above me, rain pouring through the sliding door, spiders galore, and air conditioning that only works when it's cold outside. It's time for me to look into other options. I'll probably be in this area for a couple years so it's time I settle in a bit. Besides, house hunting makes me giddy. FYI, if all you're gonna do is buzz on me about buying a house being a bad idea, piss off. I'm not going to hear it.

Yes, I've also been doing some job interviewing. Well, ONE particular job with several interviews involved. I've made it past the first two hurdles. There are two of us left in the running for this job. I have the "big" interview next week when I travel to Lake Geneva for 3 days for a district meeting. This job will bring about a ton more responsibility, but better hours and hella better pay. I'm certainly hoping that I get it. Like my boss told me, confidence is key. SO EVERYONE LEAVE ME A MESSAGE TELLING ME I AM THE BEST EFFIN' FINANCE GURO EVER.

However, the worst part about all these going-ons is the fact that I am missing out on the Hiawatha Music Festival this year. Right now as I type away in my boring office, my peeps are setting up camp and having a jolly time in good ol' Marquette. To my pals, don't think I've forgotten about you cuz I haven't. I wish with all my heart and hippie soul that I could be up there with you. Have tons of fun for me...and drink a diet soda in my absence. (did you guys bring washers again??)

My brother is doing good in bootcamp. He says the best part about it is "chowing" and "guns". I am so proud of him my heart could burst. I've had several people go off on me about how stupid he is for joining the army. I get so upset when I hear this. Why in the world would people want to hate on me? On my brother? For protecting our country? So maybe you don't agree with the war and other things, but don't hate upon the soldiers who are working hard and the families who care for them. I gaurantee you that I WILL eat the next person alive who puts down my brother.

That's about all I have right now. Visit my space and be my friend. Until next time,

wonky crazy llama loving freak

Visit my used car lot!

2006-06-14T23:28:00.000-04:00

Well I survived my first day back to work today. The first half was spent being white as a ghost, but by the end of the night (I worked 12:30-9) I'm feeling pretty good and actually *gasp* kind of peppy. How nice it feels to eat a MEAL. Yum. First meal in three and a half days was tonight. You ever want to lose a shit-ton of weight in short periods of time? Get food poisoning. It's awesome.

So I know that the majority of you tools reading this blog have a MYSPACE account. Please, for the love of all that is mighty, what in the HELL makes me keep logging back in. I log in daily, gaze upon my possible comments and inbox requests, get bored, and log back off. I do this repeatedly. Rinse and repeat. It is boring, idiotic, and foolish. It's a game of "whose page is the shiniest, has the most awesome song, flashiest icons, most friends, and the whole who can look the hottest" type of attraction. Kind of like a used car lot complete with oily salesman and colored flags. Yet I just can't STOP logging on. Shameless plug: Visit my used car lot!

My brother leaves for bootcamp on monday. Dusty and I heading up north for the weekend so I can say goodbye and spend a day with him. My parents are taking it pretty hard now. Actually, I am too. It's scary! Yet I'm so proud of him I could cry. He'll do great, I'm sure of it.

This entry is putting me to sleep.

Sicko

2006-06-12T12:03:00.000-04:00

Today is Dusty's first day at his new job and is the first day of the summer quarter where I work. So where am I? Laying on the couch nursing day 2 of food poisoning. I have eaten a total of 3 crackers, a serving of sugar free jello, and some chicken broth since saturday evening. I am totally miserable. Both Dusty and I got sick, but he got feeling better alot sooner than I did. With already having stomach issues, food poisoning is many times worse than normal for me.

We're thinking we either ate some bad food at BayFest or BDubs. Either way, I don't want to see food from either place for a VERY long ass time. As much as Dusty loves to eat there, I refuse to go back! (or at least until I can think of eating there without throwing up in my mouth a little)

Ok sorry, the first two paragraphs of this post have been about being sick and puking. I had fun this weekend otherwise. We went to a ton of garage sales saturday morning and spent a good portion of the day wandering around BayFest. We also got to visit with Trinity and his daughter Annabelle. (who is the most darling little girl in the world!)

You know what I love about being sick? Daytime tv. I get to watch mindless trash for hours on end. Maury, Elimidate, Montell, Judge Judy, People's Court, Next....just hours and hours of trash to further liquify my brain. Now if only I had enough strength in my limbs to do some laundry. I'm so weak right now, it's all I can do to run to the bathroom. Fun times. I'll pay someone to come clean and do my laundry. Not kidding.

It's Official

2006-05-23T22:17:00.000-04:00

A quick update: my brother Phil has officially been signed into the U.S. Army. He leaves for bootcamp on June 20th and will be starting out as Private 1st Class due to his degree and work experience. He will be a mechanic on light machinery. I don't think I have ever been as proud of my little brother as I am right now. (along with being a bit nervous, which is understandable!)

Bored work blog

2006-05-23T13:16:00.000-04:00

For the very first time in the history of this job I have a few minutes of down time. I'm not quite sure how to handle this time of relaxation so I am about to post a blog. Woot.

Dusty and I finished watching the first season of Lost last night. Although I am quite addicted to it now, I can't stand the show at the same time. Many parts of it drag on and on and on....and the parts where I want to see more are short. I can't stand Jack--he is quite a dufus and annoys me. My favorite characters are Charlie, John Locke, and Sawyer. Kate seems to be too predictable and Hurley's hair looks like a mushroom. We watched the first episode of the second season where Kate, Jack, and Locke finally make it into the "hatch". I want to know how that dude survived in "hatch" for so long and why in the world he is giving himself shots in the arm with a ginormous machine-shot-giver. End of review.

I also read "Good in Bed" by Jennifer Weiner recently. No, it's not a porn nor is it anything to do with the title for the most part. I must say that it was the best book I have read this year. For all the woman in the world who aren't of supermodel proportions (which is 99% of the population), READ THIS BOOK. It is awesome.

My new car has been superb minus the big scratch on the back driver's side door. *ahem* I won't comment further on that. I've been plunking away at work. I won the award for the top FAA in the district and am going to Lake Geneva for three days and two nights at the end of July. Fabulous! I also get to take a trip to Madison with my director for some training the end of June. She is hell-bent on taking me to some rocker bars while we are there. Should be interesting.

My brother Phil signed up for the Army. Right now he is waiting on his physical results before he gets a "yes" or a "no" response on joining. Hopefully we find out sometime soon. If he is accepted, he will leave for basic training on June 6th. Ahhh! My mom has been having some severe health issues in the past couple of weeks. If only I had thousands upon thousands of dollars to pay for everything she needs to get better.

What else? Frisky is fat. I am bored. Chocolate is good. Being broke is bad. Going home this weekend for Memorial Day. Dusty is super-cool.

Liberal or Conservative?

2006-05-16T09:07:00.000-04:00

I know I'm liberal. The only surprise was the Defense and Crime portion, but probably because I believe in the death penalty.

Your Political Profile:

Overall: 30% Conservative, 70% Liberal

Social Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

Defense and Crime: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal

How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?

Bah

2006-05-10T11:38:00.000-04:00

I made it through my very first teeth cleaning this morning. After alot of poking, prodding, blood, and gum pain, I walked out with "clean" teeth. Except they feel dirtier than when I went in this morning. Booo. Now I have my next appointment in two weeks with an orthodontist to make my teeth nice and straight. You know what I call this? Rape of the teeth. Sodomization of the tooth structure. Ass ramming of the chewing organs. Whatever. It's the price you have to pay to keep your teeth healthy. Don't go and let me tell you....it will be 100,000 times worse when you finally have to.

A demanded update

2006-05-04T11:10:00.000-04:00

I have been demanded to update. However, I have nothing interesting to say. I work all day, eat when I get home, and am too sober for my own good on certain days. Like last night for example. I have been doing my boss's job all week with her out of town. Triple my stress levels and enter a cocky young asshole into the mix who yells at me and tells me "not to fuck him up the ass with financial aid or him will come find me". I could really have went for a double jack-n-diet after work last night. Especially when I was scared to walk to my vehicle at 9 p.m. when I got off. What if he was waiting for me? It's happened at the college I work at before. Gah.

I guess another VERY (sense sarcasm) interesting event was my visit to the dentist office last week. It was my first visit since I was 14 years old. My parents never had insurance or money for me to go regularly so I told myself I would fix my teeth as soon as I had insurance, which I do now. Anyway, they took a bagillion xrays, poked, prodded, and picked. It ended with the dentist gasping, "You have perfect teeth! Not a single cavity, tartar, or plaque. I'm impressed, you must take really good care of them." YAY! I do take good care of my teeth. They may not be the straightest or whitest teeth in the world, but NO CAVITIES, NO NOTHING. Woo-hoo! I rock!

So yeah...I guess I need to finish getting ready for work now. Time to eat some celery filled with peanut butter and be on my way. Have a lovely weekend, folks.

Clementine

2006-04-15T19:35:00.000-04:00

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine. Isn't she gorgeous? This is what I have been busy doing the past couple days. I purchased a 2005 Chevy Malibu and I am in LOVE!

Old Skewl Jules

2006-04-12T23:35:00.000-04:00

Many people ask me what I looked like with short hair. Well here it is. Keep in mind this picture was taken about 5 months after I got it all hacked off, so it was shorter when I first got it done. I did this the summer before 10th grade. Aren't I a HOTTIE??? I especially like the prison stripe shirt and the pants that are 5 sizes too big. NICE.

For Frisky From Frisky

2006-04-12T23:27:00.000-04:00

Apparently not many people care about what is important to me so I will continue to post irrelevant, funny, stupid crap from now on. I found this letter to be very funny.

Dear Dogs and Cats, (FRISKY!!!!!!!!)
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note that placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not mean it becomes your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm and disrespect.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow or bark or try to turn the knob or stick your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. I have been using the bathroom for years--canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. I cannot stress this enough!............
To pacify you, Frisky, I have posted the following message on our front door:

Rules: for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Always Complain About Our Pets....
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture .)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son or daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours, and does not speak clearly.
Remember: To some people, dogs and cats are better than kids because they: eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends don't smoke or drink, don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

My Story

2006-04-09T10:49:00.000-04:00

I have been sober since September 25, 2004. Many of my friends know that I can’t drink, know that I am sick, but really have no idea why. I want to tell my story. It was that fateful September night that my roommates, Paul, Joel, Dusty and I had a few friends over for some adult beverages. Dusty, my boyfriend of a year and a half at that time, and I had bought a case of Milwaukee's Best Light because it was on sale for $9.87 per 30 pack case. We began with card games; a lot of shouting and beer chasers mixed with shots of Captain Morgan ensued.

I was an average 22 year old college student majoring in finance and slated for graduation that December. It was my last semester in college and I wanted to live it up before I had to go into the “real world”. I was considered a binge drinker according to the doctors, but I ignored it because to me, everyone was doing it. My friends and I were always up for partying, we always had a blast together. We usually went out 4-5 nights per week, if not more.

Two weeks prior I had made an emergency visit to a local doctor. I hadn't been feeling good for over a month. My stomach hurt terribly and I couldn't eat much. My eyes were giving me problems; I could barely see the words on my laptop screen. I had constant severe headaches and felt nauseous all the time. I remember saying to myself that night “I’m going to cut back, I'll quit drinking so much beginning October.”
I woke up Sunday morning projectile vomiting bloody water for two hours. Every fifteen minutes I’d sneak into the bathroom, hoping I wouldn’t wake up my sleeping friends on the living room couch. However, I didn't think a single thing was wrong at that time. I was used to puking every morning after a long night of drinking. I had been getting increasingly hung over in the past months. I figured it was because I was getting older and not as tolerant to alcohol. Bloody water was normal, right?

I didn't have any classes on Mondays so I sat around all day nursing day number two of the hangover that was raging through my body. Tuesday rolled around. I was able to drag myself to school and bring a poem to my English poetry workshop. Wednesday came quickly with a meeting to revise my resume and begin my future job search. On Wednesday night, sleep came fast; I was asleep by 11 p.m. I couldn't figure out why I was so exhausted and hadn't been drinking in a whole 3 days, which seemed a lifetime to me. I was used to drinking every night of the week, with extra long nights on the weekends.

Thursday morning I woke up due to extreme pains in my stomach. I couldn't stand up straight. I ran straight to the bathroom to puke, but all I could do was retch. By this point I knew something was wrong. I collapsed back in bed with a 104 temperature. I had taken 6 Tylenol and the pain was still so incredible all I could do was writhe on the bed with a pillow over my stomach. My roommates didn’t notice, but I could see the concern in Dusty’s face.

Horrid thoughts were going through my mind. Was I having a miscarriage? Had I killed a child by drinking all the time? Was I having an appendix attack? Was it perhaps food poisoning?

Dusty was beginning to get worried. I remember him saying, “If you don’t feel better by time I get home from class, I’m taking you to the hospital.” 4 o'clock p.m. rolled past swiftly. I hadn't gone to the bathroom in 2 days because it hurt so badly. I figured that since I couldn’t eat or drink anything, there was no reason to be worried about not being able to urinate. I called my parents sobbing, scared to go to the hospital for fear of the huge bills and needles.

I was from a very poor family and my state funded health insurance had run out when I turned 19. There was no way I could afford insurance premiums and my parents didn’t have insurance plans either. I had always been a healthy person so I didn’t worry about it. Now when I look back, I really wish I would have worried more about such things.

Dusty got home from class at 5:30 p.m. He had to help me put on pants because I was screaming from the pain the waist band put on my stomach. I couldn’t walk by myself, nor could I stand up. By that time the pain was so intense I was beginning to hallucinate and was completely delirious. The car ride to the hospital from our apartment seemed to be an eternity. I walked into the E.R doubled over in pain. The next thing I remember was waking up on a stretcher, Dusty's white, tear streaked face staring at me, his warm hand holding my clammy one.

There were nurses and doctors everywhere. I was petrified. At first they tried to get a urine sample, but since I couldn’t pee, that didn’t work. Then they tried to get blood samples. That’s when I began to panic. They rolled me away for my C.T. scan. I watched Dusty’s figure get smaller and smaller down the hallway.

By this point my entire stomach was in renal failure (which means everything shut down, I was dying). My veins were barely pumping blood. They tried to start an IV but my veins weren't working correctly because of dehydration. More lights, more panicked voices echoed through my head, nothing really registered. I remember being wheeled into a room, completely surrounded by nurses getting me ready for admittance to the hospital. Dusty was talking to the doctor. The doctor turned to me and took my hand in his.

"Julianne, you don't have much time left. We need to admit you immediately. Surgery is slated for early tomorrow morning. Would you like to say any last words to the chaplain....."

The next thing I remember was waking up more delirious than ever, lying in a narrow hospital bed. Immediately I vomited completely across my bed and several feet all over the floor. I was beginning to puke up the contents of my stomach. It was so disgusting the first nurse who found me covered in my own vomit had to leave to vomit himself. The chaplain stopped by again, but I yelled at him to “leave me the hell alone, I’m not dying!”

My parents got to the hospital a few hours later since they lived about 150 miles away from where I was going to college. They arrived right before I left for surgery. I remember my mother being strong, telling me she loved me. My dad was crying silently on the other side of my bed. I was whisked away, Dusty again a small figure at the end of the hallway.

I had no idea what I was having surgery for, I didn't even know what was wrong with me. I was so doped up on morphine I was seeing hot dogs everywhere, dreaming of meat packaging plants and sausage casings. I remember the anesthesia feeling like it was the best thing in the world because it was the first time I hadn't felt excruciating pain in a long time. Then I was gone.

I was gradually woken up eight hours later. I had IV's and tubes everywhere. I couldn't move and had a tube shoved down my throat and a catheter between my legs. I was wheeled back to a recovery room.

The surgery had gone well--I had my gall bladder and appendix removed along with my entire stomach put under several microscopes. I was told that all of my organs had third degree burns on them due to severe pancreatitis. My stomach tried to digest itself. It had almost succeeded by time I got to the hospital Thursday night.

Yet things weren't going smoothly. That night I was once again delirious with pain. I was rolled off to the I.C.U. and given two days to live at that point. My entire body was shutting down and my kidneys were no longer functioning at all. I was placed on the pancreas transplant list.

Though a patient is supposed to not remember it, I was awake when they put my dialysis in. They place this large tube in through your collar bone into one of the big veins that runs directly to your heart. I still have the scar on my collarbone. That was so I could undergo dialysis (to cleanse the hopefully reactivate the kidneys) and have 7 different IV's running at the same time.

I was a mess. I couldn't walk, talk, or even move my hands. Only 2 visitors were allowed in my I.C.U. room at a time. The few relatives that came had tears glistening in their eyes. They just sat next to me and held my hand. Dusty spent the night in a chair next to me. I remember having nightmares about the meat packaging plant over and over and was scared when I woke up, but his snores next to me calmed me down.
For some miraculous reason I lived.

The doctors to this day don't know why or how I pulled through. I spent two days in I.C.U. before my kidneys started functioning slowly again. I was then released into the surgical recovery wing. I had to relearn how to do everything again. I had to learn to walk, to move my arms, to sit down, even to go to the bathroom. The first time I was able to pee by myself, I was given a round of applause by my staff of nurses.

The first time I saw my stomach I was mortified. Because of the surgery and severe pancreatitis, it was swelled out several inches. I had staples everywhere holding me shut. I had a tube from my stomach connected to a bottle into which my stomach was oozing disgusting things. What I hated the worst was the tube down my nose and throat which pumped stomach bile out every 10 seconds.

I wasn't allowed to eat a single thing for 12 days. I was only allowed to crunch on ice cubes in small amounts. My lips were so blistered and chapped from the ice cubes I couldn't smile. I looked awful. I still remember that first sugar-free root beer popsicle. It was the most wonderful thing in the world. I made it last for 15 minutes, savoring every lick and taste I could. Every bite I swallowed was immediately pumped back out of my stomach into a bucket next to my bed. I thought it was funny to gross people out and request a red popsicle so there would be red chunks floating through my nose tube.

I was on morphine shots every 2 hours for the first 8 days. They shot them directly into my thighs. I also would get a shot in my stomach every 3 hours. Blood sugar test every hour, and so on. I usually wasn’t able to sleep more than an hour. On the 9th day, the shots were reduced to every 4 hours. I was messed up. The high was incredible, but it didn't take away much of the pain. The nightmares and hallucinations were the worst. I had nightmares about the damn hot dogs and hot dogs slices all the time. They would ooze out of the windows and walls. It was really freaky. I still can't look at hotdogs the same.

I remember my first meal of chicken broth. Oh, how delicious that chicken broth was. I didn't cry at all for the first week. It hurt too badly to breathe, let alone the pain of crying. I remember the first time I broke down the nurses had to come into my room and calm down. The lady next to me was being sent home and I was told that I'd be in the hospital for another week at the least. It hurt so bad to cry but I was so mad and confused.

When they finally decreased the amounts of morphine I was told what happened and why. It still baffles me to this day. It all started with a genetically inherited blood disorder called hyperlipidemia, which are high amounts of fats in the blood. My body was unable to digest fats and I had begun to gain weight early that summer. At admission my triglycerides where at 2,200 when the average adult’s level is 150-200. My pancreas began to produce too much insulin, which caused the onset of severe pancreatitis. I was put on the pancreas transplant list once I was sent to ICU, but was taken off after my release from the hospital. The doctors figured my age and recovery meant that my pancreas was healing correctly (they were wrong).

Sometimes I wonder if I hadn't drank all that alcohol on that fateful saturday night how things would be different. Would this still have happened? Would it have been worse? I often question myself and I get upset each time.

I ended up spending 15 days in the hospital. Several friends stopped by to visit, but they stared at me with a scared confusion. I looked forward to “mail time” when I would get cards from my family and friends. My parents stayed in the hospitality houses the majority of the time I was in the hospital. I had to withdraw from college for the rest of the semester and spent the next 6 weeks on pain killers just so I could function half normally. If it weren’t for the constant support of my loving parents and Dusty, I don’t think I would have fared quite as well.

Due to the diagnosis of pancreatitis and the constant fear of it recurring, I will never again be able to have a single alcoholic drink. One drink can and will kill me. I am only 24 years old and have the stomach of a 65 year old alcoholic’s stomach. I also am on medications for the rest of my life to control my hyperlipidemia along with a strict diet and exercise. Everything about my life has been turned upside down.

As if struggling with a life changing diagnosis weren’t bad enough, I was then in the middle of a struggle for help paying my doctor and hospital bills. I had over $100,000 in bills that needed to be paid, along with future doctor bills. I wasn’t in school and was too sick to get a job. I applied to state aid. I was denied. I appealed. Denied again. I appealed a third time. Once again, denied with the words “is not disabled enough.”

Not disabled enough? Here I was, 22 years old, on daily medications and a strict diet just to stay alive, weekly doctor visits, and too sick to work or finish my last semester of school. Yet I was told my some doctor in Detroit, MI that I wasn’t “sick enough”. No one would help me.

It frustrates me to no end that I couldn’t get any type of aid. I contacted my state representatives and many programs that are supposed to help people in need with no luck. I tried desperately to bring myself and my family out of the vicious circles of poverty, yet I felt like I kept getting faced with roadblocks. I couldn’t fathom why I couldn’t get help when I lived off of less than $5,000 per year to attend school. I know there are other people out there like me, sick and in need of financial help, but where were we supposed to turn?

Despite advice from doctors, I returned to school in January 05. I went full time and threw myself into my studies. I was desperate to finish my degree. I began applying for full time jobs in the Marquette area. Somehow, I landed a financial consultant position with a local financing firm. They had me studying for my Series 7 exam (Stockbroker’s Exam) while I was trying to finish my last semester of college. I also was house hunting and had a brand new house set up for purchase a month after college graduation.

However, my health wasn’t in good shape. I was seeing my doctor bi-weekly and losing weight at a rapid pace. My doctor bills piled higher and higher but had no way to pay them. Everything began to spiral out of control.

In May 05 I lost everything. I was able to graduate college, but the week later I failed the Series 7 by four questions. I lost my job, lost my house, lost my dignity. I walked into a bankruptcy lawyer’s firm the next week, my face red with shame and mortification. I had to do what I never wanted, file bankruptcy.

Fast forward to April 06. It's been 1 year, 6 and months, and 15 days since I have had any type of alcoholic drink. My innocence was lost, but in return I gained something more important--STRENGTH. It takes a strong person to make it through something like this. It takes an even stronger person to face up to my past and build upon it to make a better future. Here I am a living miracle, a girl who isn't even supposed to be alive.

My bankruptcy was discharged so I no longer have the outstanding medicals bills, but I still see a doctor regularly. I am on five medications right now—one to lower my triglycerides, one to lower my cholesterol, one to help with horrendous heartburn, one to help control my hormones, and one that I should take with each meal to help digest the food.

So what’s wrong with me? I have what is called chronic pancreatitis. My pancreas never fully healed after my first attack. I usually get a stomach ache every time I eat and need to avoid many different foods, especially ones high in sugars and fats. My genetic blood disorder is being somewhat controlled at the moment through diet, exercise (which I need to do more of!), and medications. I did find out a couple weeks ago that some blood counts have skyrocketed again. Each time I eat, my belly swells and it is uncomfortable. Usually when I work an 8 hour day I try to refrain from eating very much since it is hard to work with such a bad belly ache.

I will struggle with this the rest of my life. At the same time, I strive to live a normal lifestyle. I like to be treated normally and respected as a normal person. Friends, family, and Dusty have been my lifeline throughout this entire ordeal. Sadly enough, many friends decided my friendship was no longer worth anything when they realized that I couldn’t do certain things with them anymore. Even more strangely, some friends treated me horribly and others ignored my completely. I was even told once that a friend would “kill herself if she couldn’t drink”.

But there has also been an outpouring of support from many people very dear in my life. My family is the best I could ever ask for; they just keep loving me with no end. Dusty has been my backbone, my support beam, my constant friend and love. Without him, I wouldn’t be where I am today. It is hard to describe in words how much he means to me and at times, I know that I am still alive due to his constant loving. I have friends who love me for who I am and respect me enough to buy me a diet soda at a bar and not laugh at me because I’m not getting drunk with them. I have also met many people online who constantly support me.

After all my rambling, (as this has been the longest blog post in the history of the bibbidyboop blog) please feel free to ask me any questions you may have. What I have won’t go away, so I wanted to tell my story and hopefully many who didn’t understand the circumstances before will understand better now. Thank you and good day.

Me #1!

2006-04-07T22:42:00.000-04:00

So it's been awhile since I posted here. Quite awhile in fact. I have been distrated by the horrible thing that is known as WORK. Oh yeah, and that pesky little thing called myspace. If you'd like to check my page out or add me as a friend here is the link:

Be my llama friend!

Many people have commented on my llama song. I love my llama song and you should too. I don't care if you think it's annoying, it is super rad. I want to own a llama farm. I even have names picked out for them. The male llama would be named Oli and his mate would be Mamma Llama, since she would raise all the kids. (duh!)

So what have I been up to? Basically the same old things. I work too much, play too little, and am still broke. However, I won an award for the top FAA of the district for the March quarter start. The college I work for has 4 quarters in a year (versus 2 quarters at a state college for example) and we have competitions each quarter for which FAA "packages" the most students for the quarter. I got the top award for my district and I have only been working there for 4 months! Anyway, I am now going to a district meeting, giving a presentation on my "secrets", recieving a trophy, and all that fun stuff. I'm very proud to say the least.

Frisky is laying on my feet, which is cutting of circulation to my brain, which is making me not able to type anymore. Have a good night.

My weekend in pictures

2006-03-26T19:30:00.000-05:00

This was my weekend. Enjoy. :) :)

He be my bro

2006-03-21T22:50:00.000-05:00

This is my bro, Philip. He rocks. I never realized how much taller than me he is. I guess that means I can't beat him up anymore like I used to when we were chillypoos. His hair looks funny in this picture, probably because the pic was taken after the rainstorm during this year's 4th of July. I respect my brother more than anyone else in my life. If you think I'm stubborn, you have yet to meet Phil. He stands his ground no matter what.

When we were young I was alot larger than Phil, even though we are only a year and a half apart in age. One day my dad brought a fabulous purple banana bike home from the dump. The purple paint was sparkly and it had a loud yellow seat. My dad bought a cute white plastic basket for the front with a pink plastic flower in the front.

I was so excited to have that banana bike. It ROCKED. However, Phil was pissed. In fact, he was so mad that he threw himself in front of the bike as I was riding it down a hill. I ran him over. I still remember the look on his face when the tire was going over his chest. It was classic.

Anyway, enough about the sister abusing her little brother. My little brother Phil is the best dude in the world. I just figured it was about damn time I posted a picture of him on this here bloggie.

BOYCOTT WALMART

2006-03-19T20:35:00.000-05:00

Today I was given yet another reason to boycott the atrocity that is WALMART. It was a lovely sunday afternoon and I was on a mission. I had to buy a few food items, purchase Frisky snacks, and get two rolls of quarters to do my laundry. I took my crisp 20 dollar bill from the cross-eyed-missing-toothed cashier and headed straight to the customer service desk. Now, I know what goes on behind a customer service desk as I worked behind one for almost three years at Walmart's competitor, the quickly dying giant called Kmart.

I politely asked the granny cashier, "can I please get two rolls of quarters?"

My response: "Nope, we don't DO that anymore. It's costs MONEY to do that."

UMMMMmmmmMMMM.....???? How the hell do I respond to that? I hate Walmart with the fury of a hundred thousand horny hornets. All I need to do is switch over my medication refills and I'm GONE. NO MORE WALMART. I HATE THEE.

Then we almost got run over in the parking lot by none other than a soccer mom in her stupid little van trying to get the best parking spot closest to the door. Trust me sister, with an ass that large, you could definetly use a few extra yards walking in the parking lot. She even had the audacity to stare at us like we were the morons. Booo!

Damn, all this bitching got my appetite running. Time to feast!

My DNA Report

2006-03-11T12:56:00.000-05:00

Take this DNA report quiz thing, I found it to be really cool and very accurate. Let me know what your results are in my comments or post it in your blog!

My Personal Dna Report

An update!

2006-03-10T10:39:00.000-05:00

This is a picture of me that Dusty drew using photoshop. I think it's pretty cool. What do you all think?

Oh yes, regarding Oli the llama in my previous post. If you want him to do tricks, you have to wave your mouse above his head. Then he moves around. He's not just stuck in the corner staring at the horizon. Also, click on him and he does a llama whine or click on his leg and he jumps.

Bad news for my health situation. I don't want to get into details, but it isn't news I wanted to hear. I just have to say...THIS SUCKS! Never did I think at 24 I would be dealing with things like this. However, life is a bitch. Just gotta keep fighting. Never give up. That's all I can say though at times it's difficult to keep up the facade.

Here is a picture of Dusty and I at my holiday work party last month. We had the most fun playing with these sticky bouncy ball thingys that were brought for the children. Then again, I have the mentality of a child.

My llama Oli

2006-03-08T08:41:00.000-05:00

adopt your own virtual pet!

I hope Oli can keep you occupied since I'm a total update slacker. He's cute, he prances, and he's a dancing machine.

I wanna be a healthy bitch

2006-02-18T18:35:00.000-05:00

I'm on a mission to purchase a treadmill. Does anyone have any good tips/ideas/information on what is the best thing to look for? I don't want to spend over $1000, but I also don't want it to be a piece of garbage from Walmart for $250. Dusty and I checked a couple out at an exercise equipment store (much higher priced!) and then at a sporting goods store (much lower priced!). I've come to the realization that running outdoors isn't the option for me. I can't breathe the cold air in the winter and end up wheezing and I can't be in the direct sunlight in the summer since I'm allergic to the damn sun. So I'm in the market for a decently priced, portable, and well built treadmill.

*gets sidetracked by the puppies and kittens on Animal Planet*

A few weeks ago Dusty bought me "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey. This is the book that has been scorned by Oprah. (who I believe is a blood sucking vampire underneath all that makeup) It was an excellent read. I don't give a flying rat's ass what Oprah says. It is a memoir of a man's time spent in rehab trying to get over his addictions. Although my addictions were never as extreme as this man's were, I was still able to connect with him on many levels. It is a good read for anyone, addict or not, to understand what goes through an addict's mind during withdrawals and then through recovery.

I also thought I would share a particularly dumb conversation I had at work with a student concerning his financial aid. I was helping him with his options in financial aid and was explaining the difference between grants and loans. He kept exclaiming "I want a LOAN! But I don't want to pay it BACK!" I calmly tried to explain to him that Yes, loans do need to be paid back to the lender, which is a bank. He sat in his chair with a dumbfounded look on his face for several seconds. Finally he yelled, "You mean loans come from a BANK?"

Our Anniversary

2006-02-14T22:42:00.001-05:00

Dusty and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary today. Congratulations to us! We are the hotness. I don't know what I would do without this man in my life. I love you, Dusty.

Shat Cook

2006-01-23T23:44:00.000-05:00

Holy crap! I just cooked a spinach and riccotta cheese quiche! Yes, muah, me, myself and I cooked something. It's amazing. However I have not tried it yet. It's entirely possible that it will taste like baked ass wipes. I am not what one would consider a "gifted cook".

Dusty and I went home for a short weekend. A day and a half never is long enough. I get so homesick at times. I miss my family more than I admit. Things may possibly be looking up for my family, but I won't mention much more than that. I'll have to knock on wood right now so that I don't curse our family yet again.

I am also officially a Wisconsinite. Did I already mention that earlier? I don't remember. But if I didn't, now you all know. Donald Driver, some football dude from the Packers who wears large earrings, was at the DMV while I was there. I think it's pretty cool that I got my license plates and my drivers license right then and there--there was no waiting involved with it. My car is even more pimping than before. You know how in Wisconsin you have to put your license plate on the front and back of your car? Well, I bi-passed the whole "buying a license plate holder" crap and just screwed the damn thing directly to my bumper. It's awesome.

Jaime's Completely idiotic Quiz (but I like it)

2006-01-19T22:40:00.000-05:00

I was forced to do this quiz by Jaime.

1. What would be more likely to make you confess: The Rack or Chinese Water Torture?
The Rack for sure since all I can picture are my guts spewing out of my skin once my skin finally decides to rip open. Yum.

2. If you had to choose a superhero to fight would you pick Superman, Spiderman, Batman or Chuck Norris? How would you defeat them?
I would fight Superman and just lock him in his phone booth and then set it on fire. No more Superman.

3. Who is more attractive: Imhotep (in fully regenerated form), The Scorpion King, or Rick O'Connel?
The Scorpion King, he has bulging muscles.

4. What is the name of your car? If it doesn't have a name you are a bad car parent.
Her name is Grandma Grooder and she's a hot bitch with tons of character.

5. Which word is more fun to say, aardvark or spork?
AARDVARK since my nickname in junior high was "JULIE THE AARDVARK".

6. What's the grossest thing you've ever eaten?
Fried squirrel and dandelions. Yes, fried up in the same pot. My dad is very weird and it was absolutely disgusting. I haven't forgiven him yet.

7. Make a sentence using the following words: eskimo, dungeon, vessel, honey badger, pantaloons
While making sweet love to an eskimo in a deep dark dungeon of Cambodia, the honey badger fantasized of his vessel wrapped in a specialized vessel-pantaloon.

8. Did you have an imaginary friend when you were a kid (or now)? What was its name? Was it because you were too uncool to have real friends?
My brother and I had an imaginary friend named Mean Din-Din. He was the one who always did all the bad things. We weren't too uncool to have real friends, we just got in so much trouble we tried to blame it on someone else. It didn't work often.

9. If you were going to have a cereal named after you what would it be called? And what would it taste like?
Julie's Super Yummy Butt Crunch and it would taste like fried ass.

10. If you could have one super power what would it be?
I want to be able to zap people randomly. Just walk down the street and ZAP the fugly person gawking at me.

11. Have you ever voluntarily watched "From Justin to Kelly"?
I may be addicted to American Idol, but the very thought of watching that movie makes me want to give myself a wedgie.

12. Doodle Bear or Aqua Doodle?
I have no fucking idea what either of these are.

13. Do you believe in psychics?
HAHA, no especially after the last one I met with didn't know that I was going to bash her in the face.

14. How many medium sized baked potatoes could you eat in one sitting?
One is enough. Those things are dry and nasty.

15. Invent a word. Define it and use it in a sentence.
Smebula--a giant buttery freak who prowls around popcorn machines in movie theaters
"Hey! Look at that smebula trying to climb in the popcorn machine!"

16. Who would you rather meet, The Kool-Aid Guy, the Michelin Man or the Snuggle Bear?
Michelin Man. First I'd see if he bounced if I threw him off a skycraper and then I'd light firecrackers off in his ass.

17. Who's creepier, Quagmire or Zap Branigan?
I'll pick Quagmire but only because I don't know who Zap is but he sounds cool because obviously he has those zap super powers that I'd like to have? I don't frickin know.

18. When was the last time you cried? Sissy.
Fuck off man, it was the last time I had such a bad pancreatitis attack all I could do was lay on the couch and cry.

19. If you had a sidekick what would his name be?
Warbleschnockpoopyfartmcllamanuts

20. Have you ever had a crush on a cartoon character?
I can't say I have.

Yay. That was fun. Now go away.

An Soul Searching Event

2006-01-15T19:37:00.000-05:00

A late January evening spent w/ friends:

Tim plays us some tunes on my incredibly out of tune guitar to set the mood.

Dusty and I say CHEESE and begin to brainstorm what we could do on a saturday night.

I have officially crowned JJ and Kayla as...JAYLA! Jayla is also brainstorming fun ideas.

The boys decide to get their thinking caps together: Tim looks stoned, Dusty is searching the ceiling for fungus, and JJ looks like he wants to kill me.

The boys then contemplate soul searching ideas such as chicks and beer.

Dusty looks confused about these soul searching ideas.

First he tries to punch JJ in the armpit to find a trigger for his soul searching. JJ has already completed his soul searching quest and celebrates chicks and beer.

Then Dusty tries to kiss Tim in an attempt to gain an insight as to how to soul search.

Instead Tim tells Dusty to mount him and he'll show Dusty what soul searching is all about.

After a grueling attempt at soul searching, Dusty celebrates chicks and beer. Rock on!

Financial Aid Woes

2006-01-13T23:26:00.000-05:00

College students are a bunch of idiotic ass nuggets. I have come to my final conclustion. I have tons of stories that I could shell out but I won't overwhelm all of my fine readers with stupidity. I'll start off on a low dose of dumbassness.

First off, if you are a student trying to get in contact with your lovely financial aid administrator and you decide to leave a voicemail, please, for the love of GOD, leave your name. Usually my voicemails consist of "this is sshhsadljf bzzzz a son, I don't know why I have to pay this interest rate, please call me back....how the fuck do I end this call?" Hey shithead, you didn't give me your name and you didn't leave me your number. Don't call me again in an hour and yell at me for not returning your call, asswad.

Secondly, just don't be a moron. If you are in COLLEGE, doesn't this mean that you are slightly more intelligent than most? In order to be admitted to the college, you have to pass a TEST. Answering the question YES OR NO to "were you born before January 1, 1982" really isn't that fucking hard. I shouldn't have to ask you how old you are. You really should be aware of your own date of birth.

A few more lovely moments in a financial aid administrators life to keep you entertained:

Voicemail #1: "Dis is Shaniqua Jskdljfi, I done dropped out of that der college back der in December and back den I ordered a laptop and I was jus wonderin' if I could still get dat laptop cuz I took out loans and stuff and I still want da laptop even though I'm not goin' school der anymore." HEY SHITWAD BITCH ASS. You dropped out over 2 months ago. We refunded your loans. You're not a student here anymore. SO WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU THINK WE WOULD GIVE YOU A FREE LAPTOP YOU MORONIC SLURRING DRUNK FOOL??? Yup, we're just going to hand you a $1500 laptop and say "congratulations for dropping out of college and being a complete fool".

Voicemail #2: "this ish c aaaag nin ham n ah go an c aaag nin ham c all me cack me num ger ish i dunno call me cack......(forgets to hang up phone)....shiii n me gots to poo". This guy leaves me at least two voicemails a day. I don't know who he is and I can't decipher anything besides the fact that he has to shit every time he calls me. So after a week of this irritation I ask my boss, hey, you ever get these strange voicemails that sound like this "hishdadkjdf"? She gets all excited and exclaims YEAH! I've been trying to call him all week and he never calls me back! Then in a softer, more evil voice, she continues, he's got some real....issues.

Draw Your House

2006-01-02T16:49:00.000-05:00

Click here to view my house

Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You love your house and family. You are a gifted artist as well. Once you have a problem, you need a friend with you. Your life is always full of changes.

You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You see the world as it is, not as you believe it should be.

You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. We also see that you are sensuous, sexual, and privately passionate. You don't think much about yourself.

2005 in a Wrap

2005-12-31T12:19:00.000-05:00

2005 in a Wrap:

January: returned to college after having to drop out the semester earlier due to pancreatitis, got my first makeover even though I had lost over half my hair (it looked great!), struggled to function normally each day

February: interviewed and accepted a full time job with a very successful financial consulting firm, began to do house hunting

March: met Ron Jeremy (fabulously ugly porn king), made my very first bid on a house

April: began interning at the financial consulting firm and studying for the Series 7 stockbroker exam, lost a very close friend in death, won bid on house and signed final paperwork--house would be mine once I passed the Series 7, lost about 20 pounds due to extreme stress

May: graduated from college with a bachelor degree in finance, failed the Series 7 by 4 measly little questions, lost my job, lost the house financing, moved to a new crappy falling apart apartment

June: filed for bankruptcy, fell into a deep depression and self hatred, relapse of pancreatitis though I didn't realize it at the time, had job interview for a financial aid position at a state school that I totally bombed

July: job search was failing miserably, didn't have enough money for gas to drive to job interviews, went to Hiawatha Music Festival

August: finally landed a job with a temp agency in a new city, moved in with friends temporarily, wasn't making enough money to eat or make plans

September: moved into my very own apartment though I could barely afford it, realized that I could live on my own and didn't need anyone else, one year of sobriety

October: one year anniversary of life altering diagnosis and illness, began new job search, landed two interviews, got both job offers, accepted a position as a financial aid administrator at a large nation-wide private college

November: started the new job that drained the majority of my energy but also gave me my own office, didn't do much except eat and sleep

December: Dusty finally graduated from college and moved in with me, turned 24, began my "rebirth" process

That is the year of 2005 in a nutshell. It's been a long year full of ups and many downs. I can truly say that I never thought I would be where I am today. So many things changed in the past year and sometimes I feel like I can't find my footing in this whole process. At the same time, I'm finding myself, who I truly am, and who I will be.

I aspire to be "that" woman who makes it to the very top despite adveristy, challenges, and everyone around me telling me to slow down. I won't slow down. I will be successful, I will be director of financial aid within 5 years, I will get past the constraints of bankruptcy. I refuse to let my past drag me down any longer.

Though I haven't been updating as much, it is only due to my working long hours each week. Usually it's between 50 and 60 hours. I'm very busy and by time I get home I don't have the energy to do many things. We are very shorthanded at work, but there are three new people starting in the month of January that should help out the work load immensly.

My health has been quite good lately. A few occasional flare-ups, but for the most part I'm functioning like any other normal 24 year old woman would. I'm thrilled to pieces that Dusty is finally here with me. I have enough food in my fridge, enough money to pay all my bills, and a little extra to go out on the town once in awhile.

My 2006 resolutions:

1) Rekindle friendships that mean so much to me but have gradually fallen apart. Maybe it's me to blame, maybe it's them, but most likely it's both sides. It takes both sides to be true friends and I feel like I've lost the people that I care so much about. I don't like feeling alone and I miss having people to talk to. I feel bad for not being the best friend that I should be, but I had to fix myself before I could concentrate as much on everyone else. It was the most difficult year of my life and having to go through most of it alone was very hard.

2) Yeah, yeah, this one is cheesy, but I want some toned abs. I've lost the weight, now I want the tone and muscle. Time to get more serious about working out every day for an hour like my doctor says I should be. (doesn't running around the office count as exercise?!?!)

3) Finally get the kitten that I've been talking about getting for many months. Frisky needs company while I am gone and I just plain want a kitten.

4) Get over my bitterness completely. No more being jealous of everyone who can drink. For god's sake, no more going to the bar just because my friends want to. We can find better things to do. No more bitterness.

5) Find a hobby that I enjoy and take pride in. Playing guitar, joining an orchestra, learning to sew, reading more, skiing, SOMETHING to keep my occupied.

That's it. I've expended all my energy into this entry. Now it's time for breakfast. Everyone, have a wonderful New Year's Eve! Be careful, have fun, and I hope 2006 brings you everything you have ever dreamed of.

Christmas Spirit

2005-12-21T21:52:00.000-05:00

Colorful lights sparkle softly through the fluffy snow that settles upon the green needles. Familiar tunes sing sweet carols in the bustling stores as an old feeling falls upon your shoulders like a soft blanket. Breathe in, take in the sharp cold air, clear your mind. The comforts of family, laughter, and food retrieves a warm rush of familiarity through your veins. Allow yourself to slow down for a few brief moments. Take the time to appreciate and love those around you. Remember their sweet smiling faces, the wonderful loving feelings you experience, and the people that are most important in your life. Embrace this time...for you never know when it will be your last.

Decorating Queen

2005-11-28T23:17:00.000-05:00

I got a Christmas tree! And decorations! And lights! And little window clings! I'm so excited I can't stand it. It's going to be totally cute in here once I actually get the energy to put everything up. This job is sapping every bit of energy out of me right now. Eventually I'll get into a rythm.

I'm also counting down the days until Dusty moves down here with me. The time has flown past. He will be here in 3 weeks. It's lonely without him and I'm looking forward to him finally being here. Besides, I never eat proper meals if Dusty doesn't cook them for me. ;)

An Ode for the Ladies

2005-11-28T23:11:00.000-05:00

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
a set of screwdrivers,
a cordless drill,
and a black lace bra...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
one friend who always
makes her laugh
and one who
lets her cry...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
a good piece of furniture
not previously owned by
anyone else in her family...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
eight matching plates,
wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe
for a meal that will make
her guests feel honored...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
a feeling of control over
her destiny...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love
without
losing herself...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
How to quit a job,
Break up with a lover,
And confront a friend
Without ruining the friendship...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
when to try harder...
and
When to walk away...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the
length of her calves,
the width of her hips,
or the nature of her parents...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may
not have been perfect...
but its over...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and
wouldn't
do for love or more...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone...
even if she doesn't like it...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't
take it personally...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she can and can't
accomplish in a day...
a month...
and a year...

Honk honk

2005-11-21T23:34:00.000-05:00

I worked a late shift today so I got to sleep in until 8 a.m. I slumped to the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of shredded wheat with 3 spoons of Splenda. I ripped a banana from the cluster and flopped onto my poofy red couch. Flick! went the tv as it turned on to the morning news. Sleepily I sat munching on my cereal when I heard this strange honking noise. I grew more alert and focused a bit on the tv. Nope, the noise wasn't coming from there. I muted, yet still I heard the honking except it was louder. A whole huge crowd of honks. I set my bowl down and gandered to the window and looked outside. The entire grey sky was full of geese. Thousands of geese covered my entire view, honking, flapping, flying towards a warmer location. I stared and they honked. Never in my life have I seen anything like it. Is it a forecast as to what is to come?

Moldy potatoes

2005-11-15T20:06:00.000-05:00

I've been horrible with updating. My hypothesis is that since I'm no longer a college slacker, I don't have as much time to spend clacking away at these keys. However, I spend just as much time in front of my laptop so I don't think my hypothesis is entirely true. I'm just lazy is all. Boy, that was a complicated way to say that I'm a lazy bum.

My new job has been...well...stressful as to be expected. Dusty says I worry about things too much and underestimate my abilities. This is entirely true. I'm always worried that I'm doing things wrong or I'm going to get in trouble. It's strange adjusting to a job where I am actually appreciated for the work I do. I can take lunch when I want and wander around building if I don't feel like working for awhile. I have alot of freedom. I'm not used to that.

I haven't done any student appointments quite yet, but I'm hoping tomorrow will be my first couple. I've done tons of watching appointments and I think I'm to the point where I won't learn anymore unless I just dive right in and try them out. I'll learn the rest as I go.

Why in the world do you people even read this? I'm as interesting as an old sack of moldy potatoes.

Using my sweet skills

2005-11-07T22:53:00.000-05:00

My first day on the new job today was a success. What can I say? I love it. I love my job and I do believe that I have made the best choice of my life when I applied for this position. I have Dusty to thank for that--he's the one who convinced me to apply for it in the first place. Right before I forced him to cook me breakfast one morning he was surfing the classifieds when he found the job description. I hemmed and hawwed until he finally just yelled "APPLY FOR IT! IT WON'T HURT TO TAKE A CHANCE!" So I applied and look where I am a month later. I'm working my dream job, the one that I said I wanted to have since my first semester of college.

I lucked out and got the corner office with a window. Damn, I am one lucky bitch. Anyway, this window is the size of a patio door. It seems nice right? Well it is very nice to look out of, but it's damn COLD. I sat and froze at my desk today. I noticed a little heater underneath my desk right as I was leaving at the end of my day. That thing will be used for sure tomorrow. What the heck point is a huge ass window that is cold?

You know what else sucks? I finally have a chair that is comfortable, adjustable, and with arms. I have the WORST backache in the world from it. My back is so used to the shitty little things at my temp job that now that I have a good chair, it doesn't know what the hell to think. Go figure.

So anyway, I am in love with my new job. Can you tell? But you know what, I'm allowed to be. It's about damn time something went good for me. Things are goooooooooood. I can brag once in awhile. Cuz I deserve it! I finally get to use my sweet skills.

I want to beep you like an animal

2005-11-03T19:36:00.000-05:00

I start my new job in four days. Four measly little days until I begin the best job in the WORLD. At least it's the best job in the world to me. Screw all you guys who think finance and accounting are boring. It's the coolest whatchmabob ever. But this also means that I have one more day of I want to pull out all my hair and choke you with it while hacking my arms off with the staple remover temp job hell. I enjoyed my job at Kmart providing customer service to old people who shit their pants better than what I am doing right now. I found out they were going to offer me a permanent position. I would have laughed in their faces before running away screaming like a wildwoman.

Last weekend I traveled the roads to the wild U.P. to visit my parents and chill in my old habitat. Perhaps the most entertaining thing I did all weekend was go out to Hurley and observe the populations of white trash dressed up for Halloween. The only problem? For the most part I couldn't tell who was wearing a costume and who wasn't. I spent the majority of the evening shrieking and pointing at the various rejects occupying the bars.

I brought my vast collection of musical instruments and sheet music back to my apartment. I need to get back into my music again. I have a piano, guitar, and of COURSE, my clarinet. I know how to play my clarinet obscenely well (yes I am vain and I don't give a shit) but I've forever wanted to learn the guitar and piano. I can read music and everything, I just need to learn how to work my fingers! My grandpa gave me his guitar right before he passed away so I really really want to learn to play. Any suggestions?

My parents may travel down here this weekend to visit me. They may even spend the night! This is a first. I'm not sure how to react. Should I clean? Does it matter? Do I give them my bed and I'll sleep on the couch (but will they not want to sleep on my bed because they think I have wild sex on it, which face it, I do)? Do I need to cook for them? How do I go about entertaining my parents? Ahhhh.......I'm excited about it though. It will be their first little vacation in forever. Actually since we went to Florida when I was 14. I want to make sure they have a good time and really enjoy themselves because they deserve it.

PS--anyone else notice that the casual business wear at Walmart isn't all that bad? It's damn cheap and looks like the crap I get at the more expensive stores. I'm going to spend an entire paycheck there in new work clothes! I don't give a flying rat's behind what you all think about it, either. Muhahahahaha....if I didn't tell you I was wearing Walmart shit, you'd never know anyway.

An Ode to Tailgaters

2005-10-26T18:47:00.000-04:00

An Ode to Tailgaters
by: an irritated Bibbidyboop

To those who ride my ass
I think you're very crass
I won't let up on the gas
to merrily let you pass.

Instead I will use my brakes
to get you so close we almost scrape
perhaps my action will make
you realize your piss poor mistake.

Into my rearview mirror I stare
to watch you fume and glare
then you will start to swear
and frankly I really don't care.

If you are running so damn late
that you feel you need to tailgate
it will become your fate
to eat someone's license plate.

Next time you drive like a tool
I'll play you like a fool
better go back to driving school
before you end up a paralyzed noodle.

I want it that way!

2005-10-26T08:10:00.000-04:00

Watch the next numa-numa kids here--->Clicky!
What a great way to start my morning!

Professional ME!

2005-10-24T22:13:00.000-04:00

I accepted the position as a Financial Aid Administrator today during my lunch break! I start work on Nov 7th, which means only 2 more weeks of temp-hell! YAY!!! I'm so excited but oh-so-tired! I also found out that Shorty is getting married next September! YAY!! Ok, perhaps sleep will make me stop with the excessive use of exclamation marks!!

Both Job Offers

2005-10-23T21:53:00.000-04:00

I have officially been offered both jobs. I have to make the huge decision tomorrow but I've already made up my mind. I'll keep it a secret until everything is said and done though. It's exciting and scary at the same time. I'm going to be all important and stuff....

I had a great weekend with Dusty. We went to a dinner & a movie theater on friday night. There were little tables in front of the chairs and you could order food during the movie. We saw Wedding Crashers and got some cheeseburgers. It was really fun. In fact it was the first unhealthy cheeseburger I've had in over a year. It was exquisite. However, I don't think I will have another one for a VERY long time. My body can't handle that garbage, it's an extreme sort of abuse. My taste buds love it but my tummy and bloodstream don't.

I also found a new store that I know I'm going to revisit many times in the future. Before this weekend I would see Hobby Lobby and vomit a little in my mouth. All those dainty artsy things that I could break and knick-knacks just aren't my thing. However we went in there to try to find some picture frame mats and I found all sorts of treasures. I will go back for sure.

Tempitis

2005-10-20T19:18:00.000-04:00

I just got off the phone with Katie who informed me that I haven't updated my blog in several days once again. I do apologize to all my loyal fans who visit my blog for their daily entertainment. By the way Katie, I think you should move down here by me. *hint hint*

I just got back from my TWO HOUR interview with the college. It went fantastic. By fantastic I mean superbly-awesomely-I-want-to-dance-naked-in-the-street-with-llamas fantastic. I got a tour of the college, met my new (future?) co-workers, visited my new (future?)office, and got interviewed by four different people. I'll find out within a week. If it went as well as I believe it did, I got the job. However I have been wrong before.

I can't wait to get out of my shitty temp job. I work with some real characters. I made a list for your convinience:

Pervert boy: This guy is 35 years old but checks out every female like a 15 year old horny boy. He literally gazes from head to toe and back up. I've seen him almost fall out of his chair when he twists his neck to check out a fine piece of ass. He also breathes heavily all the time like he just ran a mile. He annoys the living hell out of me.
Lumberg: This guy is an albino Lumberg. He talks nonstop in the ssslllloooowwww Lumberg voice. He wears "swishy" pants to work every day. Yeah, I work in an office and he's wearing workout clothing.
Mr. Ed: This dude just got canned, but he's a character I couldn't leave out. He's a farm boy from Minnesota. He constantly talks about the farm and how his parents are lost without him. He's about 6'7 and extremely thin, I also call him Lurch. He eats raw baby carrots all day every day and looks like a horse while doing so. Many days he also smells like a barn.
Duh-Girl: This girl is lost. She's always reading those baby magazines and going "ooooh, aaaaah" over nasty little babies. She also thought that the Mackinaw bridge connected Chicago to Detroit. That was a disgusting moment in time.

I suffer from a disease un-commonly known as "tempitis". This occurs after a month or so of temp work when you realize that your brain is turning to mush and that you are really just a lowly paid mule. Other symptoms are: a glazed fixed stare into the computer screen, excessive consumption of Krispy Kremes, and an unusual hate for the 10-key pad on the keyboard.

This is why I HATE Yahoo Messenger:
dumbass: Give a name to my penis...
Julie: tiniest object ever known in the history of mankind
dumbass: lol
dumbass: that would be an atom
Julie: no that would be your penis
dumbass: stop admiring it!
dumbass: and let me see your pussy...
Julie: maybe when hell freezes over and you get rid of those nasty open sores covering your body
dumbass: haha the devil shoudnt piss a woman off
dumbass: even he'd be in trouble
Julie: how about you find yourself a whole in the wall and go fuck it

Domino

2005-10-16T11:08:00.000-04:00

Dusty and I went to see Domino last night. That movie was incredible. By far it's the best action flick I've seen in years. It is for sure going into my personal collection as soon as it comes out on DVD and until then I can pretend that I am Domino Harvey. I am a bounty hunter. It was just awesome. Now get your ass to the movies to see it. If you need company, you know who to call. I'll go!!

Choices, choices

2005-10-15T08:55:00.000-04:00

Interview #1 at the health insurance company: I was pumped and ready to go for this interview. I was a bit shaky and nervous but as soon as I met my two interviewers, I was more relaxed. I was placed in an interview room with windows so all of the employees got to gawk at me. We were in there for over an hour. One of the women who interviewed me was also from the U.P. and the other related to me on many areas. They congratulated me on asking them "excellent" questions that made them think. I was told I would hear from them by next friday or the beginning of the next week. I left feeling excited and happy about how the whole thing went.

Then I get in my car and my window handle randomly decides to fall off onto the floor so my windown is now stuck cracked open with a metal bar protruding from the side of the door. Nice.

Interview #2 at the college: I was exhausted, tired, and hungry. I just wanted to go home and crash on my couch with an extra large pizza. I didn't even want to go but I knew I'd always feel guilty for not taking the opportunity. I got to the college and was told to fill out 3 huge long application forms. That made me mad because I wasn't prepared and didn't have all the numbers with me. Then I had to sit in the waiting area for 40 minutes because my interviewer was in with a student. In other words, I was pissed off. When she finally came out I was lightheaded from hunger but forced myself to smile and be pleasant anyway. It ended up being the best interview I've ever done because I wasn't nervous, I wasn't trying to think of the perfect thing to say, and I was just ME. I now have a 2nd interview next thursday with the Director of Admissions and the Director of Student Services.

So which one am I more excited about? I can't quite tell you right now. IF I am offered both jobs, I don't know which one I'd rather chose. Both have good and bad aspects to them. Since I'm a list oriented type of person, I'm going to compile a list. It's my blog so I can do whatever I want!

Heath insurance job pros: AWESOME health insurance package, great company, job is strictly claims processing so no answering phones, decent pay, my own cubicle (not a portion of a table like I have now), only 2 miles from my apartment, pays for additional school, great opportunity for advancement

Health insurance job cons: cubicle hell, I didn't get a finance degree to be doing claims processing

College job pros: it's my dream job to be a financial aid counselor at a college, I get my own OFFICE, the pay is substantially more a year than the health insurance job, get to help students finance for their careers, get to balance customer service and crunching numbers, did I mention I've always wanted to do this?

College job cons: have to work 1 saturday a month and 1 night a week, not sure on the health insurance or retirement packages, those are the only cons I can think of

Both jobs are awesome. I'd be happy for either of them. My only worry is that I'll be offered the health insurance job but I won't know whether to accept it or not due to not knowing what the college wants to do or how long that process will be. AHHHH...such choices. Either job will make me 100 times happier than I am right now with my temp job from hell.

What's in a Name

2005-10-12T20:54:00.000-04:00

Although the name Julie creates executive ambitions, we emphasize that it frustrates you through a scattered and emotional nature. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the reproductive organs, liver, and bloodstream.

Your name of Julie indicates qualities of a leader and organizer but a difficulty in concentrating and systematizing your efforts interferes with achieving your goals. You desire a good standard of living and the best quality in all your material possessions. You have a friendly nature, well-liked by others for your sense of humour and pleasant personality and you love parties and socializing in general. You could be musically or artistically inclined and may often be the "life" of the party and would enjoy finding expression in the entertainment field.

Wow, talk about creepy. Especially the part about my health and bloodstream (hello hypertriglyceridemia!) Go here to do your name!

Needa La Jobba

2005-10-11T22:36:00.000-04:00

My interviews are looming closer and closer. I'm getting more nervous by the hour. One of these has to work out, it HAS to. My current temp job is dwindling down by the day and soon enough that will be over. NEED. PERMANENT. EMPLOYMENT. NOW.

If I get offered one of these jobs I have decided upon a reward that I can give myself. Actually, Dusty thought of this reward for me. I've been begging and begging for a kitten to keep Frisky company and for me to have an extra snuggle partner. So I will get a new kitten from the humane society!! Plus I will get little kitty beds, kitty toys, kitty jungle gym, and a super huge kitty shitbox. Ok, perhaps that is a bit overboard but you get my point. I spoil my kitties.

Boom-shaka-laka-boom. I'm as boring as a cold noodle with no spagetti sauce.

Silly Tests

2005-10-09T21:44:00.000-04:00

What Famous Leader Are You?
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Personality Disorder Test Results

Paranoid	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	62%
Schizoid	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	42%
Schizotypal	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	90%
Antisocial	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	66%
Borderline	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	34%
Histrionic	\|\|\|\|\|\|	26%
Narcissistic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	38%
Avoidant	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	34%
Dependent	\|\|\|\|	14%
Obsessive-Compulsive	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	62%

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Cattell's 16 Factor Test Results

Warmth	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	66%
Intellect	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	74%
Emotional Stability	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Aggressiveness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Liveliness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	62%
Dutifulness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Social Assertiveness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	74%
Sensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Paranoia	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Abstractness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	66%
Introversion	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	58%
Anxiety	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	58%
Openmindedness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	74%
Independence	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	46%
Perfectionism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	62%
Tension	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%

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Basically I'm an insensitive, schizophrenic little man.

Another Week Flies Past

2005-10-09T14:43:00.000-04:00

Well it's been a whole week since I updated once again. I figured once I got internet at my apartment that I would have all the time in the world to be posting and browsing about the world wide web. I was wrong. I'm so busy that I barely find a couple minutes to just sit down.

I have incredibly good news! I have not one, but two job interviews this week. Both are on thursday, how in the world does that happen? I've been waiting all summer for a break and it happens within two days. I got a call on thursday night for an interview at a national technical college that has a branch in Green Bay. It is for a financial aid representative. I then got a call on friday while I was at work for an interview with a large health insurance company in their dental branch. Both positions have equally good aspects. However, I want the job with the health insurance company a bit more due to the better health insurance coverage. Since I'm a sickie, I need tons of coverage.

Needless to say, I'm ecstatic. It's about damn time something went good with my life. It's a bit ironic that this good luck comes my way exactly a year since I was in the hospital. Perhaps things are finally starting to look up in my life. I'll be so glad to leave this temp job. I hate complaining endlessly about it, but it's horrid. Words can't describe how awful this job really is. I was treated better when I worked at McDonald's.

Has anyone listened to the new Nickelback cd? It's fantastic, so if you have a chance pick it up. I'm also quite excited about Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants coming out on video this week. I may have to splurge and pick that flick up. I'm not usually one for sappy girly movies (seen in my extreme love for Terminator, Die Hard, and Scarface) but I loved that video. It was excellent.

Updating especially for Katie so she's not bored at work

2005-10-02T19:14:00.000-04:00

Our Mqt gang had a partial reunion this weekend down in the good old GB. Jaime, Dallas, Trinity, Dusty, and I met up on friday night and it was SO awesome to see them again. It brought back alot of fun memories of our party days in college. I just think of some of the crazy things we did--Dallas running around in his boxers on a dare, Jaime scrambing across the garage roof drunk as a skunk, Trinity humping everything in sight, Dusty ramming a lightpole with a lampshade on his head, and me falling down an entire flight of stairs twice. We truly had some awesome times and I love having memories with such wonderful people. Now we just need to get Katie, Misty, Joel, and Paul down here for a full blown reunion! It was be schweet. No matter what we would do together, it was always a blast.

I have tomorrow off from work *gasp* and I'm not sure what exactly what I want to do with myself. I'm hoping I can con Kayla into hanging out with me for awhile. It's been quite awhile since I've had a day off so I'm going to enjoy it as much as possible. I've already been working for 8 weeks, hard to believe, huh?

Now that I finally have internet at my apartment, I've been searching for better jobs. I've applied for three already. One I got disqualified for immediately. The second is at an ice cream company in the accounting department and the third is at a huge health insurance company. I'm secretly hoping for the job at the health insurance company for--guess what--HEALTH INSURANCE. Half of my wages a month go towards meds right now. Luckily enough I've been able to get some samples from my doctor, but that can only last for just so long. I need coverage, dammit!

I also found my first white hair a couple days ago. It was a long, white one on my right temple. I guess this means I'm getting old. I was hoping to not see any white hairs until at least 30. Oh well. At least I'm a blondie so it will blend in well.

My stomach is gurgling loudly. Perhaps this means it should be fed. Althought it's size doesn't appear to need to be fed. It should do about 400 crunches first. Nah...food overrules that thought! Off to the fridge I go!

A Post in Pictures

2005-10-01T09:55:00.000-04:00

Yes, I am wearing a Packer hat. Dusty forced me to. Plus, it's green. I like green.

Dusty is prepared for viewing the game at the VFW with his dad.

Aren't we darling?

I am destined to be an old cat lady.

This one might have to go in a frame and hang next to the two pictures Katie took of him when he was a kitten. I shall have a Frisky Wall of Fame.

Sober for a Year

2005-09-25T00:42:00.000-04:00

I have been sober for a year today. It feels so odd to say that. I can't believe it's already been a year since everything in my life hit rock bottom. It has by far been the hardest year of my entire life. Where do I even start? I had surgery, was in the hospital for half a month, was diagnosed with 2 lifelong diseases, found out I could never drink again, lost 55 pounds, had to drop out of college for a semester, returned to college and graduated, got hired as a financial consultant, failed the Series 7 Stockbroker Exam, lost that job due to my illnesses (and extreme dislike of the job), was one step away from buying a house but lost the house due to losing the job, moved 4 times, lost many close friends because I didn't drink anymore, filed for bankruptcy, lost a close family friend in death, got hired as a temp, and holy shit....the list just continues. Everything single thing about my life has changed. I look back a year at a person that I don't even know. That Julie isn't the same Julie that I am now. I've grown, I've changed, and I'm a different, albeit very sober, person.

There is one special person that I need to thank. If it weren't for Dusty, I don't think I would have made it out of this mess as well as I did. He was always there for me no matter what happened. He was the my stone, my strength, and my support. He pushed me to continue to reach for my dreams no matter how hard the journey was. He supported me in all the rough patches when I truly felt like I couldn't go on. I remember waking up in the ICU to the sounds of his soft snores next to my bed. I remember having to tell him that I failed my Series 7 and him responding with "I will always believe in you--you are one of the strongest and hardest working people I know". It was these things that kept me going on, pushing, striving for something in my life.

I know that my life at this point isn't all peaches and cream. I'm working a shitty temp job, I'm still broke and bankrupt, and everything isn't how I planned it to be a year ago. But I pulled out of this in a way that I will always be proud of. I can be happy for so many things. I'm ALIVE and determined to stay that way for a very long time, I have the best boyfriend I could possibly ever ask for, I have a loving family, a frisky cat, a job that is providing me experience for another better job down the road, and the friends who stayed by my side along the way. I couldn't ask for more.

Popping in to say HOWDY

2005-09-18T15:11:00.000-04:00

It's amazing how I can be completely without internet access yet I can still manage to update my blog before Dusty does. *insert snicker here* Right now Dusty and I are at Tim and Jen's humble abode enjoying some football action. I moved into my new apartment two weeks ago and it's been great so far. I will be getting the internet and cable hooked up on thursday of this week.

Not a whole lot of interesting things have been happening. I've been working alot. The job isn't all that great, but it's a job and money. Money is key. My apartment has central air conditioning which I absolutely love. Frisky has been very frisky in his new home and Dusty has been down to visit me alot. In fact, I think he spends more time down here than he does in Marquette. I don't mind though.

Wow, this entry sounds like what a first grader would write on their first day back to school after summer vacation. "It was fun. I went bikeriding. I went swimming. It was hot. I ate popsicles." Have a great week, kids!

Welcome to the world Baby Shorty

2005-08-31T22:36:00.000-04:00

First off,

CONGRATULATIONS TO SHORTY AND MEGHAN!!!
Isabelle Bianca Short was born on August 22, 2005!

I'd post the link to the picture, but for some reason it won't let me. Go to Google, search for Bell Memorial Hospital, click on Bell Babies and Isabelle is on page 5. I simply can't wait to meet her and see the proud new parents again.

I got the apartment that I applied for this weekend. I'm so freaking excited about getting my own little place down here. It's like starting fresh and new away from all the bad things that happened in Marquette in the past year. It feels like an entirely different life now. Tentatively my move-in day is next tuesday after work. Yipppeeee! All I will have is my air mattress, some clothes, a couple books, three pairs of shoes, and a Stewie blanket but I don't care. It's mine! All mine!

Work has been....going I guess. It's the same shit over and over. It's almost like a factory job--except I plug in numbers instead of little plastic pieces. No matter how fast I crunch numbers, it's never fast enough or good enough. The next morning there is just a larger pile of checks to process into the system. I must keep telling myself that everyone has to start somewhere. Damn, it sucks though. I struggled to put myself through five years of college for this?

I hope everyone has a lovely Labor Day weekend. I can't wait to see Dusty. I sure hope the next 16 weeks go by fast, this is torture without him. I miss him so much. Plus, I haven't eaten a good meal since we've been apart. Can't wait to see you tomorrow, Dusty! Have a good night everyone.......

A Long Time Gone

2005-08-27T17:47:00.000-04:00

I have successfully made it through my first two weeks of real work. It hasn't been easy adjusting to a new schedule, a new town, and a new place to live. (well, it really isn't mine, I'm still staying with Tim and Jen) I think I've made it so far. We'll see once Monday rolls around.

You see, I am always in constant fear of being canned. Another temp that got hired with me got canned after the second day she worked. Yesterday I screwed up royally and entered an entire batch of incoming checks for the year 2006. It's entirely possible that I will get a phone call early monday morning telling me to not show up for work anymore.

Besides that, the work is pretty dull. It's alot of information to learn, but now that I'm understanding things, I'm bored with it already. It's mostly data entry in the accounts receivable division of the company. Usually I deal from $500,000 to $5,000,000 a day in check sales. It's pretty intense. However, I am bored to tears with it. At least the day goes by quickly. I never, repeat, NEVER have a minute of relaxing or off times. There is always too much to do in too little time. If I'm not on break or at lunch, I am working nonstop.

At least it keeps me busy and on my toes. It also allows me to keep my mind from missing Dusty too much. It's always hard coming home and not having him here with me. I'd rather be at work than be sitting here on my air mattress missing him like hell. Thank God for webcams, instant messangers, and cell phones.

Today I looked at another apartment. I got denied the first one I applied for due to my bankruptcy. That's right, you heard it. I filed bankruptcy awhile ago, a couple months ago actually. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I don't give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks, there is no possible way I could have paid all of my medical debt off in my lifetime. I made the right decision and life moves on. Anyway, so I got denied the first one. I just applied for another one this afternoon. Keep your fingers and toes crossed for me! It's truly a cute little place.

Now I just wish Mr. Shorty would get ahold of me sometime soon! See, he is a DADDY now and has neglected to call me to tell me the name, if it's a boy or girl, and all that good stuff. So Shorty, get your ass to a phone and call me, dammit!

In Lust W/ Apartment

2005-08-15T11:29:00.000-04:00

Here I am, all moved in and ready to work. I have today and tomorrow off before I start on wednesday. I'll enjoy these last two days off while I can. Days off will be few and far between from now on. Dusty came down to visit me last night until tomorrow. I'm so happy to see him! We found the most AWESOME apartment ever invented. I scheduled a tour for tomorrow morning. I fell in love with it when I saw it online. I was in lust when we took a ride and walk around it. I could have humped that damn place if it weren't made of brick. It's beautiful. I'll give out more info if I'm still interested after tomorrow's tour.

The downside is that it isn't available until October 1st. This means that I have to be a royal pain in Tim and Jen's behinds for another month and a half. Tim and Jen need some huge PROPS for putting up with me. A shitload of money wouldn't hurt, either. I am forever indebted to them and grateful for such kindness. If it weren't for them, I don't know what I'd do.

We helped JJ and Kayla move into their new place on saturday, too. They have a great apartment! They are even spoiled with a fireplace. Can I roast some weenies and marshmallows sometime, guys? Thanks, that would be splendid.

I have no cell phone service out here, so don't try calling me for awhile. If you need to get ahold of me you have some options. 1) leave a voicemail, I might be able to check about once a day. 2) call Tim and Jen's apartment. 3) drop me an e-mail--> bibbidyboop@gmail.com. So there. You got it, kids. Later, whippersnappers!

Got the Job

2005-08-13T00:00:00.000-04:00

I got the job today. I start on wednesday already. I'm excited, nervous, and sad at the same time. It'll be hard to adjust to a 40 hour week after being so damn lazy all summer long. But what will be hardest to adjust to is being away from Dusty. This means that I'll have to *gasp* cook my own dinners for awhile. I'll miss him terribly. Gosh, I already miss him. Oh, what am I going to do with myself?

Interview Tomorrow

2005-08-11T11:44:00.000-04:00

I've done more driving this past week than I care to normally do and I'm about to hop back in my car this afternoon. I got a call from the temp agency this morning and I have an interview (more like a short initiation and "getting to know each other" meeting) tomorrow afternoon in the Appleton area. Which means if I get this job, I'll probably start work on monday.

It's for a pretty cool company (all you teachers out there will know it once I say the name!) in the accounts receivable department. I will work there until the end of the year, so it's a pretty long assignment. I'll find out tomorrow if there is a chance of getting hired on their staff as an employee or not. The wages aren't as good as I was hoping, but it's a start. Right now any cash is better than no cash.

So I must get in my car and drive to Marquette this afternoon. I have to get all of my clothes together and all of the things I will need temporarily (towels, pillows, that kind of stuff) and cram them into my car. I then will drive to Appleton tomorrow, have my interview, and drive back to Ironwood tomorrow night. I'll spend a day at home, and if I got the job, head back to Appleton sunday night.

Huge props and thanks to Tim and Jen for allowing me to crash at their place until I can get an apartment of my own. I don't know how I can ever thank you guys enough! Hopefully I'm not too annoying of a temporary roomate. I suppose if I get too bad, you can just throw me out to the curb. I can't promise I will cook anything good, but I'll try. I'm clean and quiet--just like a spider that hides in a corner and eats the flies. I won't make a peep, I promise.

As you can tell, I'm pretty excited. I can't stop talking. I feel bad for Dusty. I called him at 9 a.m. and before he could wake up, I was chattering nonstop. My bad. I get excited and just can't stop talking. I'll go away now.

Last Quiz....

2005-08-07T10:12:00.000-04:00

Last Cigarette: At Hiawatha while everyone else was boozing, I was smoking and enjoying my diet soda. I woke up with no hangover smelling like smoke while everyone else was hungover/puking. Ha! Who gets the last laugh now? ME! ME!

Last Alcoholic Drink: September 24, 2004. Yes, I remember the date. It was a saturday. Both Dusty and I were broke, but Leah was up for the weekend. So we bought a case of Milwaukees Best Light (horrid, horrid Beast) that I projectile vomited the entire next day. Just fabulous. Went to the hospital three days later.

Last Good Cry: Grandma Rose's funeral. She was a wonderful, amazing woman who is missed greatly.

Last Movie Seen in Theaters: Wedding Crashers. Excellent flick, although very drawn out at the end.

Last Movie Rented: I believe it was Prozac Nation. It was ok.

Last Cuss Word Uttered: "Shitass" at Frisky because he was wiping his pooey ass on the carpet.

Last Beverage Drank: Skim Milk with my oats this morning for breakfast.

Last Food Consumed: Quaker Whole Oats, skim milk, and morning pills.

Last Crush: That would be Dusty. I crushed on him hard for several months before getting *ahem* brave.

Last Time Showered: Late yesterday morning. I'm too lazy yet this morning to get in there.

Last Phone Call: I believe it was Dusty when he was done golfing and wanted to get some pizza.

Last TV Show Watched: That new Stewie movie that Dusty stole off the internet.

Last Shoes Worn: Sandals that give me blisters but I can't afford to buy new ones and it's too hot to wear normal shoes.

Last CD Bought: Bought? People buy CDs? I guess I bought the Pulp Fiction soundtrack at a garage sale a couple months ago. Although I AM buying the new Staind CD that is being released this tuesday....I already listened to it via Dusty and his stealing ways, but I'm going to buy the real thing because Staind is my favorite band ever.

Last Annoyance: My lawyer being late to my own court hearing. That didn't make me any less nervous. Dumb bastard.

Last Disappointment: Not having a freaking job. I don't know what I'm doing wrong here. I just suck.

Last Thing Written: I've been doodling all over my calendar book I carry in my purse.

Last Words Spoken: "What are you guys doing??" I sleepily mumbled to my parents this morning at 7:30 a.m. when they decided it was time to start throwing wood in the basement. You know, cuz winter is SO close. Never know when you might need to start a fire.

Last Sleep: Midnight-7:30 a.m.

Last IM: Tim, Katie, and Dusty at the same time last night before hitting the sack.

Last Weird Encounter: Dusty and I were shopping at Walmart about a week ago when I heard "Julie, is that you?" I turned around to see this guy who is friends with my parents. He proceded to ask me out right in front of Dusty even though I had introduced Dusty as my boyfriend. Keep in mind this guy is as old as my parents. I then come home this weekend and tell them about running into this guy. I come to find out that he ASKED PERMISSION from my parents to take me out to eat sometime. SICK YO SICK. I'm the age of his fricking daughter!

Last Ice Cream Eaten: I had a sugar-free Dilly Bar from DQ over the 4th of July.

Last Time in Love: I'm currently in love if you didn't know that already. And the winner is? DUSTY!

Last Time Hugged: Last night, big huge bear hug.

Last Chair Sat In: This strange little couch in my parents living room that is too big to be a chair but too small to be a loveseat.

Last Shirt Worn: Green fitted t-shirt that I dripped juicy plum juice all over and stained it up.

Last Webpage Visited: Bloglines

Last Thing Lost: My mind. Oh wait, I lost that years ago. I guess I'd have to say my keys and purse. I lose them daily.

Last Regret: Not asking my doctor earlier for prescription and medical help.

I'm Alive!

2005-08-05T12:39:00.000-04:00

Yup, I'm still alive and kicking. We've been internet-less since we moved into our new place. Once in awhile I could get a really weak signal from campus but that's about it. The new place is much smaller than any of the other places I've lived. Therefore all of my crap doesn't fit. It's also on the third floor and HOT! It's excruciatingly hot in there. Yuck.

No news on the job front. Although I was hired by the temp agency, I haven't received any assignments yet. I should have figured so. Back to square one I go. There is a job that I'd like to apply to--but it's in Ironwood. I don't want to live in Ironwood. But it may be the only thing I can get right now. I seem to be on a never ending string of bad luck. My parents are thrilled to pieces that I may have to go back with them. Whatever I guess.

I did the court thing yesterday. That was horribly embarassing. My lawyer decided to start giving me advice in front of the other 50 people waiting to get in the courtroom. Although we were all there for the same reason, I found it incredibly rude of him to be saying that stuff in front of them. It was a horrifying experience that I hope to never go through again. At least now it's over and done with.

I went swimming for the first time in over 3 years. Dusty and I waited until dusk and then headed off to a part of beach on Lake Superior that usually doesn't have many people on it. WHOA! That water was frigid. Dusty was brave and jumped in first. I chickened out so he picked me up and threw me in. What an old meanie. It was fun and very refreshing after a hot ass day stuck in that oven of an apartment. What is incredibly gross is the overpowering smell of dirty baby diaper that permeates the cupboards. It's disgusting. I wonder if someone was raising and selling babies in those things.

Moving Again

2005-07-30T21:37:00.000-04:00

We are moving to our new place (yet another one!) tomorrow. We won't have the cable modem hooked up until friday so I might not be able to update until then. I'm sure all of you will miss me dreadfully.

Dusty's dad and my brother were both up here for the day. It's been interesting and fun to say the least. We tested out the Italian Fest in Ishpeming, which royally sucked. Don't go to it unless you are offered tons of free food and beer. The area was then rocked by some pretty severe lightning and rain so we hid out in Menards for a bit. Dusty's dad treated us to some yummy Red Lobster and now here we are. Both Dusty and his dad are snoring while my brother and I are watching a cheesy Patrick Swayze movie. The fun never ends. I'm sure tomorrow's moving into a new place will be even more fun!

I hope everyone has a good week while I am without internet access. You ALL better leave me some love while I'm gone. Hopefully the next time I update I will have a job.

Job, Moving, Language

2005-07-29T23:15:00.000-04:00

I've been talking to everyone online about my new job prospect so I forgot to update this here bloggie with my good news. My interview yesterday went very good. I'm hired at the temp agency, which is specifically geared towards finance and accounting majors. They are an incredible good company and I think it will work out perfectly. They even match jobs with my skill level and my boss said I should have a job within two weeks. I'm so excited! They are a S&P 500 company, so they have a very good reputation. The jobs they usually get are in bookkeeping, accounting, financial analysis, and other jobs that are right up my alley. Woo-hoo!

We're moving again this sunday to a new apartment which is a mere 4 buildings down from where we are now. How irritating. All this work packing and cleaning to still be living on the same shitting street is dumb. And of course, it's on the third floor of the apartment building. It's looking like I may have to get rid of one or both of my couches. They might not be able to go up the stairs. This makes me sad.

Dusty said I would sound more professional if I didn't swear as much, as seen in my previous post about the stupid ass article in the Daily Globe. What do you fuckers think? Personally, this blog is not meant to be professional, educational, or polite. I write in here how I would talk normally. Sometimes I'm offensive. Sometimes I'm rude. I'm sure no one comes here for pure professionalism. If you can't handle crass-ness, this is not the blog to read. However, I suppose I could use some constructive critism. If my language makes you quiver in fear at night and wet your jammies, this is the time to speak up.

Turning Organic

2005-07-29T22:12:00.000-04:00

Hummus is extremely wonderfully deliciously good.

Green tea is soothing and refreshing.

I think Dusty and I are turning into organic hippies. We spent more time in the organic food section than anywhere else. I think I kind of like it. I can't believe how much better it tastes. I just hate how it costs so much more to eat these healthier foods.

An Article Review

2005-07-28T23:45:00.000-04:00

Read this piece of shit

Usually I leave it to Ruppe to provide us with commentary on articles from the Ironwood Daily Globe. However, this article pissed me off so bad I couldn't help myself.

"I shudder when I think this generation will be running our country, our world, very soon and will have little comprehension of our history to learn from and help them decide what mistakes they could or should avoid."--Joe VanDeLaarschot, managing editor of the Daily Globe

This asshole is the fucking EDITOR of the paper and he writes such stereotypical trash about the youth of our community? I don't know what the fuck this man is on, but it's most likely "asshat juice". He is so completely blind and biased; I find it disgusting and repulsive that he even wrote such a thing and then had the audacity to print it in the newspaper. Perhaps he doesn't realize this, but the generation's parents who he is speaking of are the very readers and foundations of his newspaper. To blatantly attack the young people of the society is the same as going to your next door neighbor and yelling "Hey! You have a retarded son who knows nothing and I am frightened for my life when I think of his future!"

VanDeLaarschot places the majority of the blame on the teachers and educators of generation. Now, wouldn't that be like placing the blame on himself? Apparently he believes that he and his generation know more than our generation about the history of our country. So why doesn't he take it upon himself to teach us this information instead of attacking the very teachers who try their hardest to provide us with a quality education? He takes sides with David McCullough, who said during his television appearance he felt this decline in our younger generation's knowledge of history is in part caused by the decline in our system of education. Attacking our teachers is absolutely atrocious because I know my teachers tried their hardest in teaching me history, among other things. Oh yeah, APPARENTLY people who are teachers and trying to gain an education don't have PASSION for what they do. This guy is nuts. What do I have to do, dance and sing while going to class every day to prove my passion?

I find this absolutely awful that he and other people of his older generation are so frightened of the very people who are in Iraq fighting for freedom or the other young people who are helping build new companies and new technology. I hate that he is so sickeningly stereotypical of my generation. Just because he had one young idiot for a news reporter does not mean that the rest of us are equally idiotic. That's like saying all dogs are stupid just because one of them likes to eat it's own shit on a daily basis.

The next time this numnut decides to write something so biased and foolish, he should consider how dumb he actually sounds. When I read this, all I could picture was an old fat man who finds asinine things to bitch about to the cashier while purchasing a package of extra large Depends at the local store. Now, how's that for stereotypical, Joe??

Signature

2005-07-26T21:16:00.000-04:00

Check out my cool signature:

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Is #3 the charm?

2005-07-26T16:15:00.000-04:00

I have an interview this thursday in Appleton at a finance/accounting temp firm. It's a damn good position and would be great if I could get in. I'm pretty excited about it because if I'm hired, I will be employed by next week! It conflicts a bit with some existing prior commitments but I do hope we are able to work around them. It seems like they would. It's only two days--one I have to be in court and the other I have a very important doctor appointment. If they really want me, I'm sure we will be able to work around them. I really hope so!

Another good aspect about this temp agency is that there is a 90% chance that I will get hired by the company I will be working at. There is only a 10% chance that I will remain a temp. Either way, it's a foot in the door to get my ass down to the Appleton area. The wages is very nice, also. NEEDO EL JOBO!

Now I'm all nervous about interview questions and such. The hiring manager said that they would be giving me some tests on Fixed Assets, Balance Sheets, and other accounting jargon. I sure hope I can remember how to do those. It's been awhile since I did any accounting.

So heads up Tim and Jen....you might have an unexpected guest earlier than you thought you would!

A Shitty Recap

2005-07-25T20:56:00.000-04:00

Howdy howdy howdy partners! What a great weekend, this year's Hiawatha was the best every. Go ahead and check out the pictures if you haven't already. So much happened that I don't even know how to sum it up. It was hot, it was cold, it rained, it was smokey, we got stinky, much music was to be heard, and loads of food was eaten. We built fires. They were hot. Our tent leaked. I cheated on my diet too many times to count. Many laughs were shared. It was a BLAST. Now go look at my photos, bitches.

Shittin' Quizzes

2005-07-20T22:12:00.000-04:00

In a Past Life...

You Were: An Albino Executor of Sacrifices.

Where You Lived: Romania.

How You Died: Dysentery.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

Your Hidden Talent

You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations.
You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts.
Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition.
The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

Your Birthdate: December 1

Your birthday suggests that are executive ability and leadership qualities in your makeup.

A birthday on day 1 of any month gives a measure of will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach.

This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush.

You may be sensitive, but your feelings stay rather repressed.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

You Are an Emo Rocker!

Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.
That doesn't mean you don't rock out...
You just rock out with meaning.
For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.

What Kind of Rocker Are You?

You Are 30 Years Old

30

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Overall, Your Observation Skills Get: B-

Your senses are pretty sharp (okay, most of the time)
And it takes something big to distract you!

How Observant Are You?

Ok, that's enough. Read my previous post and answer my damn question. I'm $%^()* bored!

Can't Wait!

2005-07-20T19:58:00.000-04:00

*boom boom boom* go the Hiawatha drums. I'm hoping and praying for no rain, but for a bit cooler temperatures this weekend. Dusty set up our tent in the backyard yesterday to air it out so it doesn't smell. We also went food shopping and are all set to go. Where is everyone??? Oh yeah...it's only wednesday.

Not too much else has been going on. The AC in my car no longer works and it's driving me nuts. No job prospects, though I keep searching and applying. I've started to apply for jobs under my qualifications now. It can't hurt. I'd do anything right now to move to Green Bay and get settled. I just want to be able to know that I can live in a place for a year! I'm so tired of moving.

All I have on my mind is Hiawatha right now. YAY for hippies!!! Now answer my stupid question.

Would you rather have excess hair on your elbows or toes? I'm talking so much that you can't see skin. Thick and coarse and black. Not able to be shaved off, just a matt of hair.

Sorry for the Neglection

2005-07-19T12:05:00.000-04:00

I've been neglecting this dear little blog. For the most part, I don't have much to say. I still don't have a job, still don't have any interview lined up, still broke. I've sent out at least 30 application packets via e-mail, websites, and old-fashioned paper copies. So I sit back and wait.

I did get the official "we regret to inform you" letter from UW-Milwaukee. Whatever. I hated it there anyway. I would have become an old cat lady with tiny glasses perched on the edge of my nose. Yikes, that would have been scary.

This weekend is Hiawatha. I simply can't wait. I promise this year I won't be calling to the dinosaurs two feet from my own tent. However, I don't promise that I won't be all crazy and dancing and acting like a dirty hippie. It calls for good times. I can't believe this will be my 4th year of attending. How time flies!

After that Dusty and I have to move yet again. It's looking like we will be trecking back home. Ugggg...I'm certainly not looking forward to that. Not to say I don't love my parents because I do. I just can't fathom trying to live with them again after being out of the house for three years.

Speaking of moving, my dad recently got hired at a nursing home. I asked him if he had any extra boxes for moving laying around. You know exactly where this is going. Yup, I have about 50 empty boxes of adult diapers I get to pack my things in. I'm going to scare my future neighbors--tons of boxes of adult diaper boxes labled "disposable underpants with wings" taped shut with duct tape. Jeepers.

Shit Smell

2005-07-12T10:15:00.000-04:00

The smell of shit is overpowering. It's wafting through the windows and when I step outside, I'm almost blown over. The smell is coming from the baseball fields next to our apartment building. Damn, it stinks. It's probably those weeds with the yellow flowers that smell like shit, especially when the sun beats down on them. Yuck yuck yuck.

Oh, and I forgot to mention who we were sitting by when we watched the Negaunee fireworks. None other than VICKY CRYSTAL from WLUCTV6. I was so waiting for Karl Bohnak to show up.

Frustration is my new name

2005-07-11T13:07:00.000-04:00

Frustration should be my new first name. I've applied for so many jobs that my head is beginning to spin. One of them has to work out, it HAS to. Pretty soon I'll get so frustrated that I'm going to drive to one of the places I applied to, tear out a limb, and hold the hiring executive at bloody-stump-limb-point until they give me a job. And some health insurance so I can resew my bloody stump back on.

Sometimes I feel like a complete moron for quitting my last job--until I think about how much I absolutely hated it. There wasn't a single good thing about that job. I'm not sure why I even accepted it in the first place. Stupid me.

It's been excruciatingly hot these past couple days. I've spent my time as a pile of sweating flesh stationed on the couch who does nothing more than consume diet soda by the case and eat salted cashews. What an exciting life I lead.

Tom and Katie were up here on friday night. That was pretty cool. It was the first time we have had company over at this new place! They were quite impressed with the array of wonderful olive green items (bathtub, toilet, kitchen sink) and the lack of enough hot water to take a decent shower.

We took a hike to the Dead River Falls as seen in the photos. That was quite a treck. At first impression I thought it was a small hill, but by time we got to the top my legs were burning. I then proceded to get pretty freaked out while clinging to the side of a steep hill for fear of tumbling to the bottom. I'm a scaredy cat sometimes.

Even though JJ says I should read picture books, I'm now working on The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells. I didn't understand the ending of the movie, so I'm trying to read the book. It's very dry, I hope I can even finish it.

Hike

2005-07-09T14:44:00.000-04:00

We took a hike to Dead River Falls here in Marquette. Check them out-->here if you'd like.

Foxfire

2005-07-08T12:59:00.000-04:00

Foxfire by Joyce Carol Oates

I've wanted to read this book ever since I saw the movie Foxfire with Angelina Jolie in it. Yet once again, watching the movie before reading the book ruined it for me. The movie managed to twist many important details around, but kept the core of the girl gang intact. The reader can still connect to "Legs", but I found myself disliking "Maddy" in the book. Mostly because she was annoying and quit the girl gang before the kidnapping. However, the book went into great detail of the juvenile detention hall that "Legs" was sent to, which I greatly enjoyed. I also liked how more of "Foxfire's" scandals are written about and how "Legs" is even more independent, brutal, and strong than she is in the movie. Angelina Jolie was the perfect actress for the part, minus the blonde hair and bad eye of course. However, I didn't like how the book was literally written. I felt like I was trying to keep up with the narrator's internal thoughts (which was how it was written) and I didn't enjoy that. I felt like I was racing along and ended up skimming many paragraphs. Overall, it was a good book. I'd give it:

3 out of 5

Impatient Jules

2005-07-07T17:56:00.000-04:00

I may possibly be one of the most impatient people on the face of the planet. I can't stand this waiting game. I wish I could apply for a job and know the next day if I have the position or not. Someone please just call me back--I'm going nuts here!

Now that JJ and Kayla are going to the Green Bay area, I'm really hoping that I can get a job in that area. It would be so nice if all of us were together in the same area. We could get into lots of mischief. Just imagine--JJ, Kayla, Tim, Jen, Dusty, and me all getting together. It would be utter chaos!

I'm bored and have tons of old clothes to sell on Ebay. Yet I sit here writing a blog post. Silly me.

A Real Entry

2005-07-06T18:32:00.000-04:00

First off, I'd like to make a request. Please Please PLEASE buy me tickets to Staind's concert on August 27th in Milwaukee. Their new album is being released on August 9th. I've heard the new single "Right Here" and it's fucking awesome. I saw them live in Feb of 2004 with Dusty and would KILL to see them again. I know I said I would die happy if I saw them in concert once, but now I will die ULTRHAPPY if I see them a second time.

My ultra long holiday weekend alot of fun. At first I was a bit peeved because...well it used to be my favorite time to party and get ripped up with friends. I was bummed, but then decided to make the best of my time. I ended up going on numerous poker runs. Dusty actually won the poker run on thursday night! He then proceded to spend half the money buying everyone in the bar a drink or five.

I got to watch the Wakefield fireworks for the first time in my life. For some reason, I've never watched them before. They were much better than I figured them to be. Bessemer's were better, but not by much. Both towns put on impressive shows. We missed Ramsay's fireworks, but I heard they were pretty good.

We got to visit with Tim and Jen and then Jon mysteriously showed up for the 4th! It was quite a surprise. I ended up only spending $20 all freaking weekend and that was with buying Dusty a few drinks! I don't miss how much money I used to spend on beer.

The only bad weather we had was literally when the parade started, the rain began. Luckily I have a thrifty dad who told me, "Julie, you never know when you might need a tarp in your trunk...or a shovel, flashlight, rope, bricks, sunflower seed, linseed oil..." As you can see by the below pictures, Jen, Katie, and I stayed somewhat dry underneath the tarp for the most part.

Now Dusty and I are back in Marquette. My job search is continuing with no new news today. I applied for two more jobs in Green Bay today. Now it's just a waiting game. Oh, how I hate to wait. I'm one of the most impatient people you will ever meet. Speaking of jobs, congratulations to JJ for getting the job he wanted!!! Now I need a job. JJ, send your good job vibes this way.

4th of July Pictures

2005-07-06T13:37:00.000-04:00

I'm finally back home from a long 4th of July weekend. I have an extra special surprise for everyone. A picture post!!

Dusty and I on a windy night. My eyes look really funky in the majority of these pictures.

Dusty making a silly face.

Some of the guys I hung out with in front of The Dig.

Dusty and Tim.

Dusty is so tan compared to me!

More guys. I spent the weekend mostly with guys. I won't complain! They were so much fun.

Dusty caught me eating some food that isn't good for me--a piece of cake type stuff. Oops!

Guess who!

It started raining on our parade a little while after this.

Me making a funny face and Jen trying to not be scared of me.

We got soaking wet during the parade. Jen, me, and Katie tried to stay dry.

Here we are hiding under the tarp.

Dusty and Tim. I like that plastic yellow rain slicker Dusty is wearing. It smelled funny.

Us again.

Katie and Tom hiding under the tarp. Tom doesn't like to smile.

This is a special picture for me. My brother Phil and I.

Jon and Dusty tailgating.

Mott, Tim, Dusty, and Tom played in a 3 on 3 basketball tournament.

The whole crew out to eat before yet another poker run.

My Giant and Dusty.

Gregas and Tim show off their mustaches.

My Giant, Dusty, and Gregas.

Tom and Tim share a high five.

Overall it was a great weekend. I'll have a real entry for everyone later on.

Books, Books, and More Books

2005-06-29T12:04:00.000-04:00

I just finished Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, the same author who wrote The Da Vinci Code. Though I enjoyed Angels and Demons, in no way did it stack up to The Da Vinci Code. The form and content of the books were almost identical. The way the book started, formed, and ended was the same. They were about somewhat different topics, but the main story line followed the same pattern. It wasn't half as explosive as The Da Vinci Code. I am looking forward to his next novel. Just a random statistic, did you know that Dan Brown made $76.5 million dollars in 2005 and was ranked #12 in the Celebrity 100 Top Earners according to Forbes? Damn, I wish I was as brilliant as him and could make that much money writing books.

I'm now reading Foxfire by Joyce Carol Oates. There was a movie made in the 90's after this book with Angelina Jolie in it. She's hot. I'd do her. HA! The movie itself was pretty good, although the book is based in the 1950's and the movie is based in the 1990's.

My book collection is now at 293 books. I only need 7 more to go to meet my goal of 300 books by this summer. Anyone up for helping me meet my goal? I'm trying to persuade my dad to build one of those bookcases with a rolling ladder. That would be super sweet. I would be 100% geek once I got that bookcase.

I Made Some Science

2005-06-29T12:01:00.000-04:00

No Call

2005-06-28T16:43:00.000-04:00

No phone call yesterday, no phone call today. I know I shouldn't assume (because it makes an ass out of u and me) but I'm pretty sure that I didn't get the job. The director told me that I would hear from them by last friday or this monday. I'll wait a couple more days or a week, whatever I feel like, until I call them to make sure.

In the meantime I applied for a couple more jobs, this time in the Green Bay/Appleton area. I'd much rather move to that area in the first place. I'm more comfortable and know where things are. So what if I'm a super-weenie-hut-junior? (reference to SpongeBob, and NO, I won't explain myself)

If anyone has a good idea of where to look for work in that area let me know. I already checked out the Green Bay Gazette and there's alot of spam and junk listed. Any other ideas?

Weekend in Milwaukee

2005-06-27T12:26:00.000-04:00

The interview went so-so. It wasn't horrid, but it wasn't great either. The campus is very nice--large!--but nice. I liked the community around the campus and the fact that it was only a couple blocks from the lake. The job still seems perfect and my possible future bosses were very nice and fun. I'm supposed to get a phone call sometime today. Cross your fingers for me, I need it.

The motel we stayed at was right downtown Milwaukee. I was a bit scared (completely petrified) at first because we got there late at night, accidently took a wrong exit into the wrong part of town, and then couldn't find parking. I was a bit shook up and nervous. I'll fully admit that I can't drive worth shit in a city and get nervous driving on a freeway. What can I say, I was born and raised in a small town. It'll take alot of getting used to. Props to Dusty for putting up with me, especially after I was shrieking "I wanna go hoooooooome!"

We had dinner here. It was really cool. We know the password to get in because we are secret spies. We did alot of exploring around town and the surrounding areas, it's not as scary in the daylight. I'm such a wussy-girl.

On saturday we helped Tim and Jen move into their new digs. They found a fabulous new place that I am completely jealous of. We spent the night and on sunday of course we had to go to Best Buy and Barnes and Noble. We couldn't make a trip without visiting those two stores.

Now I sit here waiting. Impatiently. Trying to read, do errands, write, clean the apartment, anything to keep my busy. It's not working. Why won't they just call? Please? *sends brain waves*

Condom Testing

2005-06-22T16:07:00.000-04:00

Do you ever wonder what the employee of a condom company tells someone when asked where they work and what they do? I'd say something like this:

"I keep the the world fucking."

Seriously though, if I were a sales manager at Trojan, it would be incredibly embarassing to tell my grandmother that I am in charge of the ribbed and for her pleasure condom advertising in order to generate more income for my company. Literally I'd have to promote sex and lots of it. Hell, that wouldn't be a bad idea.

Look at me! I keep the world fucking like rabbits while promoting safe sex. Try the french tickler for extra pleasure. Hey gram, tell gramp about that warming lube, I get a good discount and I hear it works wonders for the oldies who still fuck.

I bet the employees get a mass amount of free condoms every year. Especially that guy who runs the "luber" machine. He gets the messiest. Can't forget about the dude who designs exactly where the ribs are on a condom. How does he decide where the best ribs are strategically placed? Which flavors work on the flavored? I bet that guy gets laid often.

His pickup line is probably, "hey baby, I'm testing out a protocol, wanna give it a try? I have four different kinds, invite some friends".

A Springer Episode

2005-06-21T14:36:00.000-04:00

Make sure you keep your eyes open for the 1 hour long episode of Jerry Springer that will air in about 7 weeks. Yesterday Dusty and I drugged several of you for the entire day, flew all of us to the Springer set, and we had an entire hour to unload our horrid story to the video cameras. Here is a script of what went down:

A couple months ago after work I caught Dusty wearing high heals, a wig, jean mini skirt, makeup, and a yellow tube top. He was flouncing about the room singing a love song to "Kim". After a few weeks, I saw that Dusty was locking himself in the bedroom for hours at a time while talking on the phone with someone. Sometimes I would hear low grunting noises but I thought it was because he was farting. Finally I found a dirty e-mail from a woman named "Kim" addressed to Dusty talking about the time they had an affair. I was mad at Dusty so I called up Jerry Springer. He told us to come down for initial interview.

While down there, Jerry requested that he talk to Dusty alone. A couple hours later, a very sweaty Jerry and Dusty came out of the office. They claimed that the air conditioner broke down. We also had a mission: to drug some of our friends, place them in an airplane, and fly them down for the show. I didn't have an idea of what was going on, so I just went along with the plans.

Fast forward to yesterday: I was sitting alone on stage having an interview with Jerry Springer in front of the rowdy audience. I was wearing my very best outfit--purple leggings, stilletos, and a flannel with my hair in a side pony tail. I was telling Jerry about how I caught Dusty cross dressing and the e-mail.

DING-DING! rang the fake doorbell to announce that someone was coming onstage.

Dusty ran on stage in his full transexual outfit--a pink prom dress, tiara, red lipstick, and a bright blonde wig. He remained standing, hands on his hips, glaring at me.

"Bitch, you know I've been cheating on you," he said. Instantly I was filled with furry. I ran straight towards hit, landing a punch in his butt and pulling off his wig. The security held us apart until I lunged at him again. This time I ripped the front of his prom dress so his man titties were exposed.

"You lying fucker! I thought you loved me! I bought the trailer we live in and we have two kids together!" I screamed, my shirt half falling off. My side pony tail was now ruined, but I didn't care.

"Well, I've been dressing like this for years and I have a secret for you," he replied.

DING-DING! rang the fake doorbell again.

In walked Tim, wearing tight green biker shorts and a wife beater. He walked straight to Dusty and they embraced. The entire crowd went wild. I lunged once again, this time at Tim. He delivered a single blow to my head and I went down like a sack of potatoes.

DING-DING! rang the fake doorbell. Dusty and Tim looked bewildered as I lay unconscious on the floor.

In strode Jen, Tim's pregnant wife, wearing a mini skirt and wife beater herself. "Tim, you lying sack of shit. I can't believe you did this to me!" She ran to me and kicked my swiftly in the face, then ran to Tim and backhanded him. Tim didn't move.

"Ok, ok," said Jerry, who was much more confused than before. "Dusty, what is going on here?"

"Well...I've been with that Julie for a couple years now but what she didn't know is that I'm a transexual with Tim, and have been for almost 10 years. It's him that I sing to and send e-mails to, there is no girl named Kim. I'm here because..."

All of a sudden, Dusty got down on his knees in front of Tim. He pulled out a small velvet box and with tears glistening in his eyes, "Tim, will you marry me?"

Jen let out an ear piercing scream and attacked Dusty. The two rolled around on stage exchanging slaps and hair pulls. Tim stared blankly at the ground. When the security guards finally pulled Dusty and Jen apart, Jerry asked,

"So Tim, what are you going to do?"

Tim looked at his pregnant wife, who was no longer wearing her skirt and half of her scalp was missing. He then looked at Dusty, whose pink prom dress was in tatters, exposing his man titties while his beautiful red lipstick was smeared across his face.

"Dusty, I do!" he proclaimed. Dusty ran to Tim, and once again they embraced and shared a passionate kiss. Jen ran offstage.

"But, but", sputtered Jerry. "Dusty, you promised you would be with me!"

Daily TV Programming

2005-06-20T14:21:00.000-04:00

Back to the apartment, back to the daily television programs. Jerry Springer, Maury, Judge Judy, Judge Joe Brown, People's Court, and the same shit drones on day after day. Brain will be in severe mush form soon from lack of use in intelligent ways.

Man dumps girlfriend (who is a transexual who forgets to shave her chin and legs) for another transexual (forty year old mini-elephant looking woman) because "I'm a man and I don't want another man, I want a woman". Perhaps he should consider dating women instead of transexuals. I really can't believe I watch this shit.

My interview is this friday. Hopefully I won't spew forth useless knowledge of my baby's daddy's momma being sued in small claims court. I need a fucking job before I apply to appear on one of these asinine shows.

Klutziness

2005-06-18T14:09:00.000-04:00

I sprained my ankle quite badly after the previously mentioned spill down the post office stairs. I've been limping around for the past 2 days and my foot is swelled enough to not be able to wear sandals yet. At least I can wiggle my toes now, thursday I couldn't.

I'm a well known klutz. There are four major events, along with hundreds of minor things like falling down stairs, that have placed me into the Cox Klutz Hall of Fame.

#1 There used to be a four foot high wall in my front yard. I thought it would be incredibly brilliant to ride my bike on the ledge like trapeze artists do at the circus. Too bad I'm not a trapeze artist nor am I in a circus, although I should consider. I fell off the wall, broke my arm, and the bike landed on my head. My parents later tore the wall out of our front yard.

#2 I was walking down the main street of Ironwood with my mother gazing about the wonderous sights. BANG! I ran into a bright red fire hydrant, landing on my ass. My mom helped me up and as I looked around to see if anyone saw me do that, BANG! I walked into a street sign. I got a nice shiner from that one.

#3 I was about five years old when we first moved into this house. My two cousins and my brother were playing tag in the basement. You know those support beams? Yeah...I knocked myself out with that one. My parents were outside when it happened and they said they heard a terrific gonging noise.

#4 Once again, playing tag with my brother. I decided to run under the kitchen table. I then stood up under the table and cut my left eyeball open. I had to wear a patch over my eye for almost a year.

I've flipped four wheelers, ran into trees while bicyling, hit a couple trees while skiing, randomly just fallen over while walking, tripped over a flat floor, walked into doors, you name it, I've done it. My body is a battleground of scars from my klutziness. I added a beautiful cut to my knee this week.

Klutz

2005-06-16T16:27:00.000-04:00

If you were to have driven past the post office today, you may have caught a glimpse of a strange looking blonde taking a spill down the front steps onto the street. Or perhaps that same blonde falling down in Walmart.

I ripped my favorite jeans, have a large cut on my knee, and twisted my ankle quite badly. I'm such a klutz.

Weeble Wobble

2005-06-15T15:24:00.000-04:00

Do you ever feel like stapling your forehead to the wall? Neither do I. But in case you do, I highly advise against it. Anway....

Last weekend was grand. Saturday was spent fishing with my dad and brother. We went to Lost Lake (on the way out to Little Girl's Point for those not in the loop), hopped in the boat, and spent a solid 2 hours catching 42 bluegills. We were the only ones on the lake, so it was really nice.

Once we got home, my brother finally convinced me to ride on his one of five four wheelers. This isn't an ordinary four wheeler. This is a suck-your-cheeks-in-it's-so-fast-can-barely-hang-on four wheeler. He's won races on it and all that jazz. Well, I got on the dirty foul-smelling thing and hung on for dear life. Then he got off and told ME to DRIVE it.

Which I did. Let's just say I'd never win a "good four wheeler rider" award. If you were to have witnessed the event, all you would have seen was a blur and heard my shrieking laughter trailing behind it.

When I get really scared, I laugh insanely. No screaming for me. Just a hyper insane laughter. Now that I rode on the beast, my brother's friends have been asking me to ride on their four wheelers. Oh dear. *sighs* As long as they don't mind me wrecking it!

Later that night Dusty, JJ, Kayla, Tim, Tom, and I headed off to the wonderful dump that is called Hurley. Saw the normal dumpy folks who are out every single night. The lowlights of the night were the group of "tea-party gals" who I never got along with in high school and the shirtless slurring fool with tatoos on his nipples. Fan-tas-tic.

Yesterday I took a long-ass trip to De Pere for an interview at the same place that Tim works at. That place is frigging HUGE. I knew that it was big, but I wasn't expecting it to be THAT big. The interview itself didn't go very smoothly, but if anything, it gave me good practice for the interview next week.

I don't know what to talk about on here anymore. So I propose this--ask me a question, anything, that you'd like to know about me. I'll answer it. I promise. Even if it's something like "Do you like to eat Cheetoh's dunked in Spagetti-o's?" Because the answer is YES. Love it. Except I can no longer eat it. That is enough. Carry on.

Goin' Home

2005-06-09T11:55:00.000-04:00

Dusty and I are heading back to the Bess-wood area later today for a weekend of great fun, friends, and drinks. (diet soda of course) I'm greatly looking forward to it.

My interview at UW-Milwaukee is two weeks from today. They are paying for my round trip gas mileage and for an overnight stay at a motel. That's pretty sweet. They must be pretty interested in order to do that, wouldn't you think? I sure hope I can bag the job.

I will be really lonely living down there until December without Dusty. Anyone up for moving with me?

Interview

2005-06-07T14:38:00.000-04:00

Guess who has an interview.......*does a happy dance*

Look out Milwaukee, you don't even know what has hit you yet.

Seagull Shite

2005-06-06T20:44:00.000-04:00

Dusty and I went exploring all day yesterday. It was so sunny and beautiful out that we couldn't help ourselves. We hopped in the truck and headed first to Presque Isle Point which was GORGEOUS. I felt like I was on a tropical island; minus the warm water, palm trees, and jellyfish, plus the pine trees, frigid water, and yooper-hicks.It was more beautiful than words can describe. We took bunches of cute pictures but of course Dusty's camera malfunctioned so we no longer have them.

Then we headed off to Big Bay, which was a huge disapointment. I was picturing a nice, quaint little tourist town. What we got was a conglomeration of trailer houses with strange roofs built over them along with a gas station/diner that only serves food when it wants to.

When we finally made our treck back to the thriving metropolis that is Marquette, Dusty assembled us a nice sack lunch to take to the park. We found a nice little table to set lunch at.

CAW CAW!

Then the first bastard white seagull came flying towards us. He looked at us with his beady little yellow eyes.

CAWWWWWWWW! He growled at the air.

All of a sudden we were swarmed with the disgusting shite-birds. Oh, how I wished I had an entire bottle of Alka-Seltzer so I could watch the damn things flap and shiver away until their very last breath. I absolutely hate those vile flying creatures.

Did I ever mention that I have been shat upon twice by a shit-gull? Here is the chilling tale of liquid shit horror:

Back when I was a chilly-poo I was minding my own business while wandering around Mackinaw Island. I felt a sudden went warmness spreading down my back. My mother screamed when she saw the sticky mess on my cute t-shirt. She quickly pushed me towards the bathrooms.

SPLAT!!

Warm oozing white goo hit my forehead and quickly went into my eyes and down my nose. I screamed with the fierceness of a donkey in heat. Bystanders were frozen in silenced horror at the shit-covered scene in front of them. For it was a smally chilly-poo covered in seagull shit.

An Image

2005-06-05T18:18:00.000-04:00

1. What's the first word that comes to mind when you think of me?
2. Go to http://images.google.com and search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results (don't tell me the word). Leave me the html address in my comments or notes.
4. Put this in your own blog so that I can do the same.

Perhaps?

2005-06-01T15:25:00.000-04:00

I got a reply already from UW-Milwaukee!!!! I applied for a position open in the financial aid office as a financial aid counselor. Who cares if it was just more paperwork for me to fill out? I have a chance--the slightest smidge of a chance! Heck, I just sent my resume and application letter last week. Hmmmmm.....perhaps I am a future employee of UW-Milwaukee? (sshhh, so what if I've never been to Milwaukee in my life?)

Hanes n Tricks

2005-06-01T11:10:00.000-04:00

Dusty and I are in our brand-spankin new apartment. It's pretty homey if I must say so myself. Nothing screams "GRANDMA" more than the pea-green toilet, bathtub, and kitchen sink. WWJD? (What would Julie do?) Well, she goes out and buys a crazy yellow/green striped shower curtain and blazing yellow bathmats, trash cans, and other little doo-dads to make the place even more rad. Hell yeah. This means all of you must come and visit our little shack in the ghetto.

It's so ghetto here that while this apartment was vacant, some little kiddie-poos decided to break in and smoke---cigarettes! How rebellious. I bet they were Virginia Slims stolen out of their mother's purse while she was turning tricks on the dark streets of Marquette. Rock on.

Then I go out to check out mail. Creepy man #1 was lurking around the side of the apartment building literally waiting for the mail to come.

"'ey blondie! Did tha mail come 'et?"

"Hell no, motherfucker. Now quit looking at my boobs and leave me alone."

Hey, you never know when creepy men #1 can have x-ray vision and he's really checking out the Victoria's Secret label on my bra and trying to decide if he should jump me or not. This bra could be worth alot if he tried peddling it late at night to the juvenile prostitutes who steal Hanes socks from their big brothers to make a little o' cleavage. I'm just saying...

Goodbye

2005-05-30T21:49:00.000-04:00

Goodbye little crappy apartment on Van Evera. I won't miss you. Some of my worst memories are stored in your shittily built walls. I won't miss the stupid silverware drawer that won't open unless you shimmy it just right nor the mold encrusted windows. I won't miss the painful memories of pancreatitis or surgery. I won't look back at friends who didn't support me through my recovery. Goooooooooooooooodbye!

Whoa...

2005-05-30T21:02:00.000-04:00

If I would have taken this test a year ago, I would have had vastly different results. This test truly shocked me because I know that it is a true reflection of how I am feeling at this point in my life.

Advanced Global Personality Test Results

Extraversion	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Stability	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Orderliness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Empathy	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Interdependence	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Intellectual	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Mystical	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Artistic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	90%
Religious	\|\|	10%
Hedonism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Materialism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Narcissism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Adventurousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Work ethic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Self absorbed	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Conflict seeking	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Need to dominate	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%

Romantic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Avoidant	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Anti-authority	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Wealth	\|\|	10%
Dependency	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Change averse	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Cautiousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Individuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Sexuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%
Peter pan complex	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Physical security	\|\|\|\|	16%
Food indulgent	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Histrionic	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Paranoia	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Vanity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Hypersensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Female cliche	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%

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Stability results were low which suggests you are very worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.

Orderliness results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly organized, reliable, neat, and hard working at the expense of flexibility, efficiency, spontaneity, and fun.

Extraversion results were moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.

trait snapshot:
introverted, irritable, feels invisible, observer, depressed, does not enjoy leadership, reveals little about self, dislikes large parties, feels undesirable, does not like to stand out, submissive, suspicious, emotionally sensitive, not a thrill seeker, solitude loving, likes silence, fragile, second guesses self, negative, unadventurous, fearful, weird, focuses on people's hidden motives, paranoid, phobic, dependent, cautious, avoidant, semi intellectual

Needo Jobbo

2005-05-26T22:54:00.000-04:00

I'm currently looking for jobs in the Green Bay/Appleton/Milwaukee area. I'm pretty excited about it because I'm looking forward to a change. I'm still a bit sad about the last job situation, but in a way I see it as a whole new future that has just opened up for me.

I've already been driving myself nuts with the whole "not having a job" situation. These days I feel like I need to be moving and doing things all the time. I'm going batty spending my entire day in this apartment. At least I have something to do--Dusty and I are moving into our new apartment on tuesday.

So....anyone has any job ideas, serve 'em up. I need some cash---pronto!

Randominity

2005-05-25T21:08:00.000-04:00

-->This is the first year I have seen every single episode of American Idol in the entire season. Mostly because in the previous years I was drunk 9 times out of 10 on tuesday and wednesday nights. Every single tuesday and wednesday night.

-->No more job. I am relieved beyond words. That means no more Series 7.

-->Dusty and I got another apartment for the summer. It's quite the shitbox, but we will make it a lovely shitbox because we are cool like that.

-->You know it's the end of the world when David Hasselhoff and a mentally challenged young man sitting together in the crowd are the highlights of the American Idol finale.

-->I'm looking for jobs in the WI and MN areas. I'd like to work at a college or university, but I'm pretty open.

-->Today was the first day I've actually had off from school and work and studying for a LONG time. It was really nice.

-->Too bad I'm already bored. Give me a job!!!

Failure

2005-05-23T13:06:00.000-04:00

I failed.

Test Tomorrow

2005-05-22T10:08:00.000-04:00

I take the dreaded Series 7 tomorrow. The time has finally come after three months of constant studying and then total cramming this past week. If I don't know it by now, I won't know it by tomorrow. Today I'm going to take it easy. Only a couple practice tests and some memorizing of some formulas and then I'm done studying.

This shitbox apartment is completely infested with ants. It's disgusting. We've had the landlords spray for them and set out ant poison and traps, but nothing works. There must be an ant hill under this crappy place the size of a volcano. The damn crawling things keep spewing into here like a constant flowing of squirt cheese onto crackers. Except they eat the freaking cheese AND the cracker. Damn pests.

For those of you who don't know, the mortgage plans fell through just like I figured they would. The closing date has been set back to around June 6th now. Dusty and I had to rent a little place to stay for a week long with a storage unit. It sucks, but it's not the end of the world. Eventually we will get to move in, hopefully it is sooner than the 6th.

Dusty found me a smorgasboard of books yesterday at a rummage sale. He got 13 hardcover Stephen King books for a measly $9. What a bargainer. They are all so beautiful sitting on the shelf. They are calling my name, begging me to read them. The first on my list--starting tomorrow evening after my test--is Desperation. Woo-hoo!

Kids, I really need your good luck and prayers on this test. Everything that I have going for me right now rides on the results of this test. Cross your fingers, arms, toes, legs, and eyes. Then take a picture. Send it to me.

Doing Better?

2005-05-15T20:29:00.000-04:00

I've been doing better (FINALLY!) on my practice finals for the Series 7. This weekend I got two 80%'s and the rest were above 76's. This is good. I have exactly a week until I take the test and I have faith that I'm just about ready to take it. This is by far one of the hardest things I've ever done. I've been studying for 2.5 months from a 3 inch thick book and doing practice questions yet I'm only getting this? It's pretty crazy.

So what does Julie have to look forward to after she passes the Series 7 next week?

Yup, more ass-raping with THREE more certification exams to pass in my first year of work. Ish. Ish. Ish. At this moment I really hate my job. Tomorrow I'll probably love it again. It's a love/hate relationship my job and I have at this moment.

Now, everyone go to Friendster and add me as a friend. I'm cool. I'm hip. I'm hot-n-shit. I need friends. Now go do it!

Embracing the Newness of it all

2005-05-13T23:13:00.000-04:00

Grrrr....I could have graduated cum laude if the college would have used the grades that I got this semester. I got 2 A's and a B+. It would have been 3 A's if I hadn't argued so much with my Brit Lit teacher about how papers are "supposed" to be written. I don't think there should be a straight format on my own opinion and blah, blah, blah. Hence the B+ instead of the A. Asshats. I could have had a nice yellow cord and heard the dude announce my name with "cum laude" at the end of it. I guess things could have been worse. But I was .002 points away from it, dammit!!!

Since the weather was nice and shitty all day, Dusty and I packed up a bunch of stuff. Sorry Paul, but your room is now full of boxes. It's amazing how much junk we had stuffed into this tiny apartment. I think the majority of my stuff is books and clothes. Dusty has alot more shit than I do, like massive amounts of video games and coordinating systems. He doesn't have just ONE system, he has a jabillion and doubles, sometimes triples, of some of them.

I'm looking forward to moving out of this apartment. I won't look behind me on the way out, either. I'm ready for change and there aren't too many good memories for me in this place. I've went through experiences more horrible than most people can even imagine here. I want out. I'm ready to start a new life, one where I won't have to be sad because I can't go out and party or hang out with college folk anymore. I'm ready to move on, start fresh, and not dwell on the past.

There is no where to go but up from here. I've hit rock bottom these past few months and it's time for things to change. I see this new house and new job as a window of opportunity that I can't miss. I embrace the new-ness of it all. I am determined to make the best of this life.

I'm ready for you life, here I come! You better be prepared! I WILL make a difference, I WILL achieve my dreams, and I WILL face this sickness head-on. I'm excited.

Relief

2005-05-12T23:12:00.000-04:00

My bosses pushed my Series 7 testing date back until the 23rd of this month. *whew* The relief is coursing through my veins at this point. I'm so close to doing awesome on these practice finals...so close. I'm positive I will be ready and prepared as I ever will be by the 23rd.

Dusty and I walked through our new house again today. I'm so excited to move in. I've decided to make the best of the bright orange kitchen counters. It is my mission to have the ugliest kitchen EVER. I am going to buy horrendously bright towels and appliances to make it extremely bright and gaudy. I know I can't afford to replace the countertop immediately, so may as well make the best of it, right? Maybe I'll get an award for the "ugliest kitchen" since the 1960's. It'll be sweet, I promise.

Everyone cross your fingers for Katie so she gets the job she wants here in Marquette. I need friends up here!!! Good luck Katie!!!