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Name: Christine
Location: Houston, Texas, United States
Birthday: 11/3/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: reading, writing the occassional poem, music of all kinds, yoga, cycling, men (NOT boys), the intelligent exchange of ideas
Expertise: I'll let you decide
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
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Website: visit my website
AIM:  litchik113
Member Since:
6/26/2005
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| I'm officially moved back to Marshall, and it's...underwhelming. I'd
forgotten what it was like to live in a place that owns breathalizers
(no joke--I heard the RD say so) and is on lockdown half the time. But
it's my last semester and that counts for a lot. Don't get me wrong--I
like college and even ETBU in its own way, but I enjoyed living in
grown up world for the summer. Oh well.
My first trip to Wally World for the semester is about to commence, as
I have no food or paper products. I also have no roommates at the
moment, though their stuff is here so they must be around somewhere.
Oh, did I mention I spent $400 in books? And I'm only taking 15
hours--sheesh.
Man, does December ever look good.
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| Two more weeks and I'm back at school, which I'm mostly happy about. I
say mostly only because transitions seem to be hard for me these days;
just as soon as I feel settled, something changes again. But I think
it'll be a good semester--I like my roomies and am going to graduate in
December, which can't help but improve my frame of mind. Work has been
over for a while now, and I must say sleeping past six is pretty nice.
Of course, it also means I'm at home way more, which can be trying at
the best of times, let alone when family members are being
dysfunctional.
In a sick ironic twist, Daniel is moving down to Houston while I move
back to Marshall, completely flip-flopping our locations and still
putting three and a half hours between us. I have a feeling my etbu
homies won't be seeing too much of me on the weekends since I'm a big
weenie when I can't see my boyfriend for more than a week. But once I'm
graduated we'll actually be living in the same city (sort of)--and who
knows what could happen then 
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| I'm sure you are all sick to death of hearing about my job, so I'll try
to find something else to write about though I'm afraid there is little
else to mention. On the weekends I do attempt to have a life. For
instance, I'm honing my cooking skills on Daniel. He and I pick a
recipe, shop for the ingredients, and then cook it (usually with my
know-it-all brother trying to run the show). Our latest creation was
Asparagus Chicken with Cheddar Dill Muffins, which was pretty darn good.
Distressing factoid of the day: Two of the five people in my office are
raging alcoholics. Like, in their mid-forties, go get hammered every
night kind of alcoholics. Bleh.
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| Remember that job, the one I was so happy to quit in my last entry?
Yeah, I'm going back tomorrow. The temp agency called and said they
need me and the sieren song of $10 a hour was too much to resist. I am
a sad, pathetic person. At least I had about a week off, which I spent
in blissful laziness with Daniel in Marshall. Summer needs to
end--school is lots more fun than work, even if it doesn't pay
anything.
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| Praise the Holy Virgin and all the blessed saints! Today is the last day of this long, boring job and I'm bound for Marshall this weekend to see my true love. It has been one exhasuting week--I've been working eight hours a day and then going straight up to my church to help my mom with VBS til 8:30. I actually do enjoy it; the kids are sweet, and I like being around people who aren't mean and jaded yet. But I am tired and so ready to just rest for a while, maybe be home longer than the eight hours I'm asleep. | | |
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