February 2010
What should I put as the 'objective' on my resume?
I’m applying for a job to be a Preview Guide for Illinois State University this summer.
The job revolves around the Preview program, where freshmen and their parents spend a day and a half at the university, including one night in the dorms, and the Guides are in charge of leading a group of freshmen through campus and orientation activities and workshops for the majority of that time.
So...
Eeeeeeee.
Some people really, really make me smile.
Some people make me smile this real dumb-lookin’ smile.
It feels different than other smiles.
Telltale, if you will.
And that telltale smile always means the same thing…
Boo.
Dear Kara, no one uses that word. Love, Sophia Maria.
BUT. He did finally text me back.
Aaaaaand. I’m not texting him back until I finish my resume! Maybe now I’ll stop watching Harry Potter interviews and Criminal Minds and figure out what needs to be written!
January 2010
Best idea ever.
Well, not ever. But.
Put my concert horn in my marching horn case and vice versa. Because the marching horn case has a handle, and the concert one doesn’t.
WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THIS BEFORE??
Resume: feeding my tumblr addiction and getting...
Okay, so what the fuck am I supposed to put on a resume when I have no [real] work experience?
Let’s see, obviously education:
Lincoln-Way East High School. 201 Colorado Ave Frankfort, IL 60423. High Honor Roll 8 semesters. ACT: 34 [idk if that is important to include. I think you’re supposed to on a regular resume]. [I don’t know what my GPA was when I graduated…I...
It's like giving a second chance to someone you...
I’ve caught myself missing suburbia lately [yes, home, in the sense that it’s where I grew up and lived my entire life in the same neighborhood and went to school and made most of my friends and such. But it’s not my home, I refuse to call it that. It hasn’t been for six or seven years, and that’s not really a bad thing]. I don’t know how to feel about that.
I...
commas, don't, go, after, every, word.
tobyflenderson:
what the fucking fuck are you doing man?
In A Realated Story, Every Word Is Not Capitalized. You Look Like A Dumbass.
Creeping on Brandi [AYRIELLE, read this!!]
So. Brandi. I have to agree with the boys on this one [as much as I sometimes hate to say it], she is pretty hott stuff.
Nick did some creeping at the game and managed to find out that her real first name is Liz.
About 4 minutes ago, I get an IM from him: “i found brandi”
Nick is a creeper. But that is okay because he is my best friend and I love him and do not judge him for that.
...
Sunday
Type up and submit resume
Study for geology
Buy more Diet Coke, stamps, maybe envelopes?
Inventory craft supplies
Do dishes.
Clean the heart mirror.
Finish the letter.
Practice “Bewitched”
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Remember those questions
that really bug you because you can’t find the answer, so eventually you forget about them?
I just found the answer to one of them. Five years later. =]
I wish I could put the real title.
The Bradley game was amazingly fun and win. Especially since Jen was here, and I never see her because she’s off doing all that official business. Also because Ayrielle ate roofies…on purpose. And then I knocked things over as I gave her a spirit finger in the face. And good times.
Plus also, Nick did some stealthy work and found out that Brandi’s real name is Liz. Yes, that...
I'm in the middle
of the Criminal Minds episodes where Reid is addicted to that one narcotic [I know what it is, but I can’t spell it lol]. It’s like super sad and super hard to watch, especially because I sort of know what happens, but not really. AH!!
I’m now on season 2, episode 19. 3 seasons to go!!
Also, Emily > Elle. Obviously, but I had to say it.
Sometimes, I find that T.I. successfully writes...
The only belief I've truly held my entire life:
I can do it myself.
It’s not always true. But I believe it. I love it. I live it every day.
And it has only served me well.
I’m contented.
Maybe even happy.
It was this weird feeling that started creeping up, after the tears stopped.
There was someone sitting here.
There will always be someone sitting her.
That’s not the reason, but it helped.
I love my mediums…
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kawaa:
i went out with a lot of my close friends tonight, and although it wasn’t the night that i had planned, it was a blast.
hanging out with people i love, that love me back, and knowing that i will have people, or ever just one person there for me always makes me feel like the luckiest person ever.
tonight made me realize that there is no point in reaching out to people that are too stuck...
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I don’t know why
I try to keep pretending,
pretend to keep wanting,
and want to keep trying,
when my opinion of the facts
contradicts all that
and always comes back
to this:
I’ve always known
I was meant to be alone.
That is for making me feel like I wasn’t good enough for you.
That is for laying down an ultimatum.
That is for pretending to be someone you’re not.
[There really isn't]
I was going to put up a picture of Tina Fey as my doppleganger.
But only for Mr. C. He always swore there was this vast resemblance.
I miss orchestra. And bass. And Mr. C.
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Too bad the people that need to read this never...
I’ve been having a pretty good night. It’s okay by itself, but it’s excellent considering the circumstances. Plus I’ll be going to bed early and getting a good amount of sleep for the first time in a long time, as I’m going to bed immediately after I write this.
This post is filled with uncertainty. It won’t come to any end or point besides the fact of...
Helping without being asked is also known as interfering.
– My father
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Oh, and keep the rumors coming,
because you’ve already started them.
I may be a lot of things, but blind is not one of them.
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1 down, 3 remaining.
This is seriously going to be the most fun waiting game I have ever played. I should start taking bets on the results. Who’s next, I wonder….
Are you OK?
I do not like to lie.
I do not lie very often.
But when someone asks me that question…
It’s still my first instinct.
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To all the people who've ever thought they have...
Don’t tell me not to live, just sit and putter Life’s candy and the sun’s a ball of butter Don’t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade Don’t tell me not to fly, I simply got to If someone takes a spill, it’s me and not you Who told you you’re allowed to rain on my parade I’ll march my band out, I’ll beat my drum And if I’m...
I don't want to go back.
I just wish my friends were here. And probably my Mommy.
Thanks. Congratulations. You’re proof that I fail. Repeatedly.
I’ve handed you every single piece, and you still don’t get it, haven’t been able to put them together.
I’m sorry, I must have cut those pieces wrong. I’ll just have to cut it again. We’ll see if that helps.
Failed.
Again.
You can expect my all-night presence on tumblr as usual. Maybe later I’ll write out why.
815
I just saw that number at a glance on my dashboard. Now it keeps attracting my eyes. I know that area code covers a substantial portion of Illinois, but I always associate it with Frankfort. Lovelovelove. And I miss it. A lot.
I'm going out
tonight. For the first time in a long time. And I don’t mean for the first time this semester, I mean for the first time in a long ass time.
I’m starting to remember why I usually don’t do this. It’s because I’m scared and nervous and awkward and I always feel like I’m being judged.
I am excessively lame.
I'm teaching myself how to use garage band
with no input keyboard. This could be interesting…
If I'm gonna be awake for the next 2-3 hours...
I might as well get some laundry done…
And also write/submit my resume for the Preview Guide application. Could turn out to be a productive night…
I am a total bitch, but
my roommate fucking annoys me.
It’s not even really her, it’s her friends. She’s really nice, understanding, cooperative, and respectful. Her friends, on the other hand…..
It’s not that there is anything wrong with them. I’m sure they are lovely people. Lovely, and really fucking annoying. Mostly they are just loud, awkward, and generally annoying. Also, it...
Things that need to change:
Stop automatically converting frustration into depression. I’m not even sure if this one can be accomplished, since it’s completely mental [and we all know I’m not always stable], it happens involuntarily, and unlike most times when I’m depressed, this happens before I ever see it coming. I guess just keep that in mind, maybe that will help, or help me to figure out how to...
THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE NORTH POLE!!!! And that is where Santa lives!
– Yelled at a lecture hall of about 700 students by Bill Shields, Geology 102