Oh, Sweet Summer

So it turns out that most techno songs are no longer free for me to listen to. Techno is eternally bound to the summer I turned 16.

There I was, just sitting there, philosophizing and the radio pulsing with music, when a techno song came on. And all at once, as if I were a child standing underneath a mushroom at a water park, it hit me.

I had bought two techno CDs that spring, and they really were the soundtrack of my summer. I listened to them, and nothing else. Dance remixes, DJ remixes, whatever what was on those CDs. I adored them. I couldn't get enough.
And so it really shouldn't come as a surprise, then, that I've created a mental link from that genre to that summer.
It was the summer I got my first love letter.
It was the summer I fancied myself in love.
It was the summer I learned I could write.
It was the summer I learned how to take a picture.
It was the summer I was independent.
It was the summer I felt like I belonged somewhere.
It's not a bad memory, that summer. Nostalgic and semi-bittersweet when I think of the goodbyes and the hellos that vanished as time washed over the months.

Here is to the summer.

And I'm taking back my toast to the radio. Because it made me realize that techno is dead to me, as all summers must die.

And again I am stabbed by the vorpal sword....

...of weakness and temptation that is.

I have a certain fondness for food. Not to the point where I overeat, but I do love food.

Last night while watching Here Come the Newlyweds with Bren, one of the questions they asked was "What does your wife (in our case girlfriend) waste the most money on?" And the couples added money to the pot if they both matched their answers.

Well...Bren and I would have gotten money. Because we both answered "food."

The ultimate weakness, however, is free food. WHAT? YOU SAY I CAN EAT THIS? FOR FREE??

....it is a dreadful fault.


.......I'm going to eat my second free doughnut now.

Hello, Loyola College....

So now that I'm working at both the Tech help desk, and covering the switchboard for the college, I'm bound to get a few wrong calls everyonce and a while right?

I thought that the strangest one would have been a woman calling from my home area code, asking for carpet, but I was just proven wrong.


Pawn shop?
Really?

And the strangest part, is that people don't...believe me when I answer the phone, stating exactly who they are calling.
"Hello, Loyola College."
"Hey is this **** ***** Pawn Shop?"

.....No. In fact it is not. It is Loyola College. Which I just stated that it was.
I don't know where this confusion comes from.

At least I can't say that I don't meet interesting people at this job.

There isn't anything I love more than Free Food

....There was free pizza here at work.

I didn't get any.


I guess I'll just wait until 1:30 or so to go reheat mac and cheese in the fridge, or eat left over salad.
Life is wonderful?

Job Description?

Remember that time my job entailed answering the occasional phone call, and taking inventory once or twice a day?

Surprise. Turns out my job has been updated and expanded.

To answering the phone a whole lot more, and not being able to leave aformentioned phone to take inventory because the phone is ringin' off the hook.

Instead of handling the calls for the department I work for, I'm now working the switchboard.
As in, you call the general number...and I pick up the phone.

"I don't know what department this person is in, and I don't know their last name. But can you transfer me to them?"


At least I'm still getting paid.

I don't need no education

Here I thought I went to college to, I don't know, bond with peers, get an education, network.

Most of all, I wanted to get away from idiots. Those people who just don't get it.
No offense if you are one of those people (are we not all at some point?), but sometimes I have to seriously wonder how these people got in here. I don't have a problem with them being here. Every one has the right to take a Chemistry class.

But if you are a science major, and can't understand that there is extra oxygen BECAUSE YOU ARE PUMPING IT IN, then maybe you should reconsider your career choice.


In the future, I do not want these people to be my doctors.

Bad Habits

Of posting multiple times a day after not posting for weeks upon weeks.

I am very ashamed of the following story, but on the internet, shame turns into celebrity, that that guy who sang that euro pop song and was everywhere.

It wasn't the greatest thing to be known for, but hey. Any publicity is good publicity right?

So after watching the movie IKIRU, in Philosophy, the professor was preparing us for the next movie, Run Lola Run, which our class will be watching tonight.
IKIRU isn't the most jolly of films, what with stomach cancer and existentialist themes, but during one of the saddest parts of the movie, I started to get congested. Purely the result of being in the basement of the Humanities Center, I assure you.

However, at the end of class, the professor mentioned that he thought he heard sniffling.
It was me of course, but it wasn't because I was upset. Just because my nose was stuffy.

Not wanting to be known as she-who-cries-during-movies, I immediately followed with:

"Oh, that was me. I was just constipated."

.....wrongwordwrongwordwrongword, Mel. Great job.

I was completely horrified, and corrected myself. It was too late.


I fear that I shall be known as she-who-needs-to-poop-during-movies-but-cannot for ever more.

The Internet is a tool....sort of like a hole punch.

It's there, and we love to use it, but sometimes we find ourselves punching holes in papers that have no binder.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this analogy.

Either way. Today, I found the most wonderful site.

englishrussia.com

It has lots of pictures from Russia.

I'm considering making it my homepage.