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| deleted my twitter account. although i know i won't be able to see the updates from the friends i followed, it'll be okay. they'll just have to update me face-to-face.
today i appreciate: chipotle steak burrito. word association games. grey sweats on a cloudy morning. doing household chores to starfield.
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| i have an americorps in-service training in LA nov 17-19th. i'm going to try to meet up with my brother and 2 cousins who go to ucla one of those nights bc.. well bc i said i would visit them for the past four years and i never went. hahaha. i will also see if the moo, who currently works in LA, will be down to meet up one night as well.
on the night of the 19th after i drive back from LA, i'll be going to an anaheim ducks game, courtesy of the corporation of national service. they're doing an appreciation event for americorps/americorps vista who are serving under first5 and they donated a bunch of tickets for us to attend the game. i'm not that into hockey.. i've only been to like two games my whole life.. but i think it'll be fun to go and hang out with some of the other americorps members. they're also allowing each of us to bring a guest so i'm taking the Boy along. this will be his christmas present. merry christmas! now buy me something nice.
tomorrow i'm going to the anaheim city health council meeting, and then dropping by the uci family health center (clinic in santa ana) to get an update on the developmental screens project we're currently working on there. in the afternoon i'm going to go help out with a vista pre-screening session. they're interviewing people for vista positions starting in december/january. weird, huh? feels like i just went to one of those myself, and here i am going to answer people's questions about americorps. i'm a poser!
i had dinner with a sophomore tonight. she's one of the people i'm meeting up with for sisters 1:1 this month. whenever i talk to bio majors in ccm i end up saying the same things. don't let ccm take precedence over your grades. love God and get to know people outside of the para-church. don't feel obligated to give back after your first year, but do it if you have a heart to. i don't know why i bother. no one listens. HA. after dinner we grabbed tea at tea station to go over the passage (col 2:6-15). when i put down my card to pay the tab, the waitress rushed over and said, "no.. please.. we only accept cash. cash only." even though they'd JUST accepted a card payment from an older couple who'd paid before us. and i know. because i'm a creeper and i watch other people.
cash? i repeated. fine, i said. i took out a five. took out my coin purse and slowly began counting out quarters, nickels, and dimes. i needed about 4 dollars more. i had dollar bills, but i'd been looking for an excuse to use my loose change. the waitress saw me piling up coins on the table and she came over again to say, "if you don't have cash, you can just pay card. THIS time only." as if she hadn't just lied to me and told me they only accepted cash. as if she was doing me a huge favor. as if i was aching to hand over money in the worst way. so then i sweetly smiled back and replied, "no, it's FINE. i'll pay by cash." and i counted out the remaining amount as she watched despondently from afar. i think i left about 30 coins. and one was a dollar coin. and i really liked that one. and they'll probably think it's counterfeit and throw it away.
why are the smaller asian boba places so uptight.
aren't they supposed to be places of peace, offering blissful transport to tranquility by way of whatever they give to you in their cups?
or are those opium houses?
whatever. the point is, asian boba shops need to relax and take a cue from the Hub in walnut.
k, i have a long morning and afternoon ahead of me, so i must get cleaned up and head to bed.
oh the bed, what a mighty bed,
a bed to rest my tired head
my head my head and down i lay
to sleep and rise another day
a day to walk and live and see
what my God has in store for me
and at the end of tomorrow i'll sleep again
oh the bed, what a mighty bed.
today i appreciate: winter clothes. dollar coins. friday. dinner w/jj the other night. wireless internet. barley milk tea. cold water.
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lisa trying to stab/kill bart
bart: "go ahead, do it! you're no different from me---we're made from the same dinna!" lisa: "it's pronounced d.n.a., you idiot."
quoted from the simpsons horror treehouse xx episode
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| people continue to ask me what exactly it is i do at work. i can't explain it all succinctly. it's a mosaic of different things that has to be further pieced together with what the other VISTAs are doing at their sites before any kind of complete story is understood. but i shrug and smile when they ask and i scratch my head and say, "well.. it's pretty cool."
at work i use a laptop instead of a computer. i like it because it's easier to keep my desk more organized. i always wondered what it was like to work in a cubicle when i was younger. although, truth be told, i'm not really in a cubicle.. instead of my co-VISTA and me being crammed into two small enclosed cubicles we're lucky enough to share a whole office room with each other. it doesn't sound like much, but many of the AmeriCorps VISTAs we work with don't even have a desk to work at. they either share or use whatever space is available at their relative non-profits.
as i mentioned, i work off of a laptop at my office. it's a dell. yes.. i'm a mac-lovin' pc-user at work. it was a rough start the first couple weeks as i kept trying to press "apple +" shortcuts, only to have the laptop screen stare blankly at me before it snarkily replied, "it's CTRL, moron."
it was nostalgic getting back into the groove of the pc. i made my screensaver that ole school "stars" one.. you remember that one?
 this one. i like that screensaver. it's enchanting. and it's not because when the screensaver comes on, i sit and watch the stars fly past and i pretend i'm looking through a window. and it's not because when the screensaver comes on i put my hands on the keyboard and i get to pretend i'm actually commandeering a spaceship in a galaxy far far away.
at least, not all the time.
it's monday. it's november. life-changing decisions are being made every day lately. funny how life continues on though. you'd think the world would shudder or at the very least pause for a moment while you make certain choices you consider monumental, but the world doesn't deem it worthy enough of its attention.
so we go on. we pretend we're beyond this galaxy when really we're just trying to get through the day. but who knows.. maybe we're the ones who have it good. maybe there's an alien out there in its final moments of life struggling to take control of a wildly veering spaceship. and as it watches the stars rush by as the spaceship speeds into a deadly collision with an enemy ship, maybe the alien wishes for a split second that it was just somewhere far from where it's at right then, somewhere safe in a building where the galaxy scene pans out into nothing more than a screensaver on some earthling's laptop.
today i appreciate: laundry. mileage pay. sweaters. sales. freedom. security in His identity. gormenghast.
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