okay. i admit that im way border than usual without okp. as far as the innernet goes, anyway. like, there's nothing to do in cyberspace anymore except play games and check email. ive played every single e-game in existance and no one ever emails me.
so im finding that i spend more time away from the computer itself, visiting with fam and stuff. id read more but i dont have anything good to read @ the moment (suggestions anyone?). im bout to read 'the darkest child' again. that was a good freaking book.
but i digress.
its hardest when im at work and i HAVE to be on the computer, like i am now. i have absolutely nothing to do, so chances are this will be a super long and potentially boringly uneventful blawg entry. fair warning. this is the only time i really miss it, for real. i still peek in a couple times a day, once to get the haps on what's goin on in the news (probably not a good sign that i go to okp for news before msnbc) and later just to see what's goin on.
but yeah, other than that, i dont really miss it for real. & aint nobody missin me. folk prolly aint even noticed that havent been on there like that recently. & the only ppl who wld miss me, i think, i still talk to them near everyday. so no harm, no foul.
so. it's 3:10 in the pm. i get off at 5. i have an hr and 50 mins to fill this entry with a bunch of stuff that u cant possibly care to know.
let's start with the gallstones i think i have.
for like the past 3 weeks ive had what feels like pretty bad indigestion. i was gonna go to the dr for it, but it went away so i didnt go. few days later it was back. antacids dont help. this morning i put every thing that's bothering me in a google search to see what condition, if any, came up the most.
gas indigestion pain b/t the shoulderblades occasional nausea/vomiting
gallstones. wldnt that suck? i hope that's not it.
im pondering going in on monday morning but i really dont wanna miss anymore work. i have an appt for a physical & pap smear on the 5th.. i wanna try and hold out til then. the stuff i read on gallstones has me jumpy and worried tho, and lord knows it doesnt take much to have me thinkin im gonna die of cancer in 3 days.
so lets pray that i wont be given any reason to jump to conclusions in a blaze of hysterical hysterics.
right now im waiting for my phone to ring. ive been trying and trying and trying to get in contact w/ the man who sold me my computer a couple days ago b/c he's tryin to overchagbe me by like $70. he charged me for the wireless mouse and keyboard that are supposed to come free w/ the whole bundle. he trippin, i aint payin for that.
i cant wait til it gets here, tho. im even gonna clean my room for its welcome home reception. there will also be punch and pie. RSVP by the 28th, por fav plait.
my hair, even with the 12 inches of new growth that are slowly taking over my scalp, looks excellent. im so mad it took me 22 yrs to discover the tranforming glory of the hot iron. its in a ponytail pulled behind my right ear at the moment. its like 2 inches from touchin my nipples. im changin my name to Mochahontas. and buying some feathered earrings.
my nephew is in town for the summer!! it'd been literally years since id seen him.. prolly about 3. he and his mother moved to cleveland (of all places) some time ago and he's never been down since, nor have we had a chance to go up and see him. we almost made it once, but there was a death in the fam that weekend and we had to cancel. that's no excuse tho--ive always, always wanted our side of the family to be an active entity in his life, but i mean, what can a 17 yr old non drivin girl do? my brother was the one who had to step up. but things were hard and still are. still, i have high hopes now. he's right around the corner. we're drivin up to stank ass punk ass bitch ass indianapolis to all spend some time together this weekend. im excited.
william faulkner is one of the most frustrating authors ive ever read in my entire life. ever.
and speaking of writing, i want to do some again. stories. ive been wanting to write to jimi hendrix's 'are u experienced' and i think i ever started out doing so once but they all sucked. im gonna try again.
i really wanna study fiction in grad school, man. im not excited abt studying poetry at all :o( i hope thre's somethin that can be done abt that.
ive decided that beer makes me unreasonably hostile. i had a couple for the first time last night, not for the taste or for the experience, but to help my burp (my mother's suggestion). they didnt taste as bad as i thought they wld but i just felt mad the whole night. typically alcohol makes me horny and/or sleepy. no more beer for me.
i still dont have an apt, but karas, dave, and the philadelphia apt co. are on the grind. thanks guys! *used car salesman grin*
speakin of karas HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPYBELATEDBIRFDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!! i told ihsan to punch u in the arm for me but he's actin punk about it. if u can manage to have a good time out tonight without getting socked in the arm, please do so.
the pt of all this is that the cajun lady and her family, her husband and son (<- who came complete with a mullet), had the most beautiful accents ive ever heard. ever. they weren't stereotypically cajun, but they were just.. just beautiful.
and screw vegans. that vegan mama was trash. AND she ate some alligator in an attempt to experience a meat-eater's life and she LOVED it but when she got home and confessed to her fam she tried to front like it was nasty. girl, boo.
im running out of things to say. u know, if i was me semi-supervisor, i'd just say u know what.. let's the both of us leave. nobody has to know. we'll still get pd for a full day. cause i mean, we'd get the same shit accomplished at home. she's not doin nothin. im BLATANTLY not doin nothin. this is dumb.
im done. I GOT A WHOLE HR LEFT!! :o( now i dont have nothin to do but talk to nate's punk ass on IM. what fun.
I recently fell in love with Lindy Property's York North Apartments. I am currently living in Louisville, KY, and have been living in the same house with my family for over 22 years. In August, I begin graduate school at Temple University located in Philadelphia (as you know). This is quite a big change. Philadelphia is a far larger city than I am accustomed to; not only will I be faced with holding my own in such a large, confusing city, but I'll have to do so while managing my very first apartment on my own. The task is daunting, but York North quieted many of my worries and fears. It was perfect. With all the amenities and extras offered, it provided the support I'd need to make my transition from Louisville to Philly, from dependency to self-sufficiency, much smoother. The price was more than I had hoped to pay for a one-bedroom apartment, but I was more than willing to pay the extra cost for peace of mind, especially after the apartment's website said that 5-month leases were available. The apartment just kept getting better and better.
I had a close friend of mine, someone I have known and trusted for years, check out the apartment for me--I was unable to take off the necessary time from work to fly up and look at it myself, and since he doesn't live too far from the apartment, he agreed to take the tour for me. He also left my contact information with the employee who gave hi m the tour, a polite, friendly young lady named Anissa. Not long after, Ms. Anissa contacted me by phone, and we began making plans for the leasing of an apartment in my name.
Anissa was great. She answered all of my questions to the best of her ability. There were a couple of things that I asked about, though, that I felt should have been presented to me without having to ask, but in the beginning, they were very miniscule things that produced no problems or friction during the leasing process. There was some withheld information, however, that unfortunately led me to end my previously amicable relations with York North Apartments.
I was never asked what kind of lease I was interested in (5-month, 10-month, or 120-month, as advertised on the apartment's web site). I understand and acknowledge my fault in not inquiring about these options earlier, but the bigger fault, I believe, lies with the leasing agent for not mentioning it either. It is very important and valid to note that I have never rented an apartment before in my life. I looked to and depended on York North's leasing agents to be thorough and cover each and every base during this process, and this includes the open and informative discussion of the terms of the length of stay. Unfortunately, Ms. Anissa did not do this. Not knowing the ins and outs of the process of renting an apartment, when I was never asked how long I wanted the lease, I figured that perhaps there would be a place on the lease or in other paperwork where I could specify the desired length of stay. Again, I acknowledge my fault in not inquiring about it sooner, but this was largely the leasing agent's responsibility; it is not up to me to do her job for her, nor is it her place to assume that I know such important factions about the lease and leasing process, which is precisely what she did.
I received my lease by mail on Thursday, June 9th, 2005. While reading it over, I noticed that I had been assigned a 12-month length of stay, which I simply cannot afford at York North's prices (my plan was to stay at York North for the first five months of my tenure in Philadelphia, during which I would have the opportunity to become acclimated with the city enough to find another apartment with greater financial compatibility with my current situation). Still, I was not alarmed; everything else had been handled and worked out with no problem, and I trusted that my leasing agent would help me handle this in the same manner.
I called the leasing office at approximately 1:37 p.m. the following day to find that Ms. Anissa was not available to take my call; I was informed of this by another young lady who answered the phone. I figured that perhaps she would be able to help me out with this discrepancy with the same zesty friendliness that Ms. Anissa had so consistently shown. Instead, I was routinely interrupted, talked over, and talked down to by the young lady who answered my call. She coarsely informed me that the information I found on the website had not been updated in a year and was no longer valid--in other words, 5-month leases weren't even a possibility. This young lady and I got absolutely nothing accomplished, mainly because she would not let me get a word in edgewise--she was beyond rude and ultimately utterly unhelpful and incompetent. Had I been presented with this sort of attitude when my interaction with York North Apartments began, I can assure you that I would have taken my business elsewhere instantly. This is absolutely no way to conduct business or treat your clients. I greatly regret that I did not get her name; I was too upset to ask it at the time.
Thankfully, I was able to speak with Ms. Anissa a few minutes later. She informed me that, contrary to what the young lady had just told me, 5-month leases are, indeed, an option, but the quota for such leases had already been filled. I was heartbroken. If I had been actively presented with this information when we began interacting weeks earlier, perhaps there still would have been a 5-month lease available? Who's to say? I did admit my fault in not inquiring about it earlier, but I also reminded her that it was her job to present me with this information. I should have been plainly told that a 12-month length of stay was the only option before my lease was drawn. I was not informed of this. She explained this fault by saying that she told this information to the friend of mine whom she gave the tour to (which he denies), and because of that, she assumed that I knew this as well. This is severely problematic for two major reasons. First, my friend's name was not to be on the lease. Mine was. I was to be the paying tenant, not him. As such, this important information should have been relayed directly to me by the leasing agent, not to a third party who will ultimately have nothing to do with the renting, upkeep, or payments made on this apartment after the lease is signed. Secondly, assumptions have absolutely no place in the conduction of business--it only makes room for confusion and problems like this one. It is extremely counter-productive and is a poor reflection on the staff of York North Apartments, the apartments themselves, and ultimately, the realty group or person that owns the property. It is very unprofessional and she should have known better.
I wanted to alert you to this incident because it concerns you, the owners of York North Apartments. The employees there are extensions and representatives of Lindy Property Management Company, and as I stated earlier, this incident stands as an unfavorable testament to the quality of your business, which I am certain you will not be happy with. If someone was to ask me whether or not I recommend seeking residence with York North Apartments, my answer would be a bitter and resounding "no," all because of this incident.
I am in a slight panic now because of what happened this past week with York North Apartments. I have no apartment to move in to in August. I have very little time to find another place to live, and I currently don't have the money or the time off from work to fly to Philadelphia to go apartment hunting again. In the midst of this crisis and confusion, however, I wanted to be sure to make the time to alert you to the way business is being conducted at York North Apartments in your name.
Sincerely,
Tracy L. Clayton, Thoroughly Unsatisfied Customer
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i had to send them a $300 non-refundable deposit so that they'd hold my apartment for me. when i called and had the above conversation with them, it hadnt cleared yet.
i stopped payment on that check like a motherfucker.
like im at a huge dinner table. a banquet. no, a buffet. im sittin at a buffet w/ a plate filled w/ food. good food. but ive had my fill & cant eat anymore. the food wont go away til i eat it tho, & somethin's gotta be done with it. throwin it out isnt an option--there's kids starvin to death in southeast somewhere. this is a great opportunity that not a lot of ppl have, ppl who wld love to have it.
in a perfect world id just curl up underneath the table and hide from things til everything that's already in my tummy has digested so i can go back to workin on that plate w/ lotsa room to put everything. but that isnt an option. food's gettin cold. if it gets too cold it'll ruin, then nobody'll get to eat.
this is my fancy way of sayin im feeling stressed and overwhelmed again. it'll pass, as always, but in the interim id much rather be at home in my bed sleeping my responsibility away.
me and my mommy went to go see 'les miserables' at the kentucky center for the arts tonite. it was our second time seein it. i love that play. have the whole thing memorized, no jive.
it's really good. i wont ruin it all for u, but its based on victor hugo's book of the same title abt a man's quest to find a good, honest life after being in prison for 19 yrs. its also abt the french revolution and stuff. it's really good.
jean valjean was fat. marius was a lil latin sumthin who reminded me of john leguizamo fantine was black (!!) eponine's boobs looked huge in the outfit they had her in the student leader whose name i still cant pronounce wasnt nearly as sexy as the guy who played him in the original broadway performance when the play debuted. that may have been the sexiest white guy ever made. coal black hair, ice blue eyes--this guy wasnt nearly as hot.
javert was excellent tho. i love his hair--his character always has long silky hair pulled back into a ponytail w/ a ribbon. valjean, on the other hand, just looked ridiculous throughout the play. in the beginning he looked like a caveman. the rest of the play, he was just fat. iont got nothin against fat ppl, but the jean valjean *i* know ain't fat.
and there was some random character with a really bad bob. just horrid.
anyway
i grew to hate the people sitting in front of us as the play went on. two couples, middle age, rich, white, snobbish--standard mythic norms, really. the women really got on my nerves. they were sitting man wife man wife, but the wife on the end kept lurching over her husband's lap to tell her inconsequential little things that the other woman didnt seem to care too much about. like she was literally just laying in this dude's lap tryin to get all up in her face. that really irritated me. then the wife, the one sitting directly in front of me (not Leany McTalksalot, but the woman she was talking to) had on like three bottles of makeup that was probably really expensive but just smelled like a mixture of sugarwater and pepper and made my sinuses ache to the extreme. and her hair was teased and got in my way. i hated her for that. the other lady was WAY too into the play. she was on the edge of her seat dancin and bobbin her head like she was at a G-Unit concert or somethin.
trivial, i know. i just decided not to like them. so i dont.
my favorite character is javert, just because he's so screwed up in the head. he's valjean's foil & very much a tragic character. tha's my dude.
here's a random 'les miz' memory for you. my mother and i had just seen the play. or we were gonna see the play and had bought the soundtrack in anticipation of seeing it. i guess i was like, 13, 14. maybe 15, i dunno. i was mucho young tho. one saturday/sunday morning/afternoon, we're sitting at the dining room table listening to the soundtrack, eponine's 'on my own,' specifically. we came to this part:
"in the rain, the pavement shines like silver all the lights are misty in the river in the darkness, the trees are full of starlight and all i see is him and me forever and forever"
and my mama was like, 'isn't that beautiful? don't u wish u cld write stuff like that?'
i blinked once and said '...i can.'
and then she was like 'well do it then!'
and then i said 'okay.'
-end scene-
the play was great, though. the highlight was valjean's "bring him home"--the audience clapped for like 20 mins after that it seemed.
my mommy cried like twice. she looked really pretty tonight. not because/when she was crying. she just looked really nice.
so, that was my night on the town. ive been listening to the soundtrack since i got home.
my love of showtunes may be my most geekiest kept secret. that was eclipsed, though, when i remembered hyde from okp talking about how she and her friends used to play 'phantom of the opera' on the playground during recess at school.
