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01:39 pm
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A thought from Kipling during these mad financial times.
**Note: Copybook Headings are from Kiplings time in school. Copybooks were blank notebooks used to practice hand writing. The heading would be the only text on the unused page and would have some kind of truism that the person would then copy over and over to learn their letters. Example "All that glitters is not gold." ~N**
As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place;
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four —
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man —
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began: —
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
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02:29 pm
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... just to unsettle the dust a bit...
Who trusted God was love indeed,
and love Creation's final law?
Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw,
with ravine shriek'd against his creed.
Tennyson
Current Mood: idle
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07:35 pm
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Goodbye Dad...
So I got a call from my Mum this morning.
My Dad has been fighting leukemia for more than a year now. Ironically he survived the disease but the cure was too much. They burned out his old immune system with chemo but the transplanted immune system refused to recognize my Dad as being it's body so it kept attacking him. Immuno suppresants helped but he kept developing intolerance to them. Still he and Mom had a long hard year. He died at home this morning while Mom was getting him a prescription in town. He was a good man and a strict but good Father. I feel sad that he's gone but not as distraught as movies and books tell me I should be. I worry for my poor Mother now that she is alone but she is a kind lady with many friends. She'll hold up okay I hope. Maybe I'll be more upset as I get used to the idea, I feel just mildly sad right now.
I didn't have any remaining feuds with Dad. We fought furiously back in the day but the last time I saw him he was content with me and happy with my life. We were good with each other. If I could have any time left with him I'd just say goodbye and that I love him. Since I said that to him last time I saw him I guess that means we're pretty good. Now I'll fly to Nova Scotia to lay him next to my Grandmother in the land of relentless fog and rain. The slate grey north atlantic will sing to him in his rest as it sang to him for so much of his life.
Goodbye dad, I love you.
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07:34 pm
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Wish me luck!
Wish me luck empty journal. I'm going. I'm going to Ichibahns, a cool expensive Japanese steakhouse. On Tuesday one of my best friends and I went to the jewlery store and picked out rings. An exquisite warm golden ring for him, an identicle but frosty white gold ring for me. Both identicle in every other way but for that his is warm and beautiful while mine is cold and dignified. Two tiny rings seem such a slender structure to base such a monumental question upon but I sifted through dozens to find them. I've waited far too long for this but now that the moment is upon me I am colder than the Minnesota winter with aprehension. I should have asked him years ago. But school... but money... but stability... nothing was right until now. Everything is perfect. It's all ready. All he has to do is answer yes. All he has to do is agree when I ask him.
Shawn
Please marry me.
Please Please please marry me.
I'm not good at romance. This is the best I can do. I wish I could be a thousand times better for you, you deserve it but please.
Please please.
Marry me Shawn Wolf.
**UPDATE** HE SAID YES!!!!
Current Mood: nervous
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03:00 pm
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Kipling!! Kipling Kipling!!!
I loves me Kipling. I love love love him! Here.. have some Kipling.
"The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part;
But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart.
And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to the Lord her Guest,
Her Sons must wait upon Mary's Sons, world without end, reprieve, or rest.
It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock.
It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock.
It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to embark and entrain,
Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and main.
They say to mountains "Be ye remov’d." They say to the lesser floods "Be dry."
Under their rods are the rocks reprov’d -- they are not afraid of that which is high.
Then do the hill-tops shake to the summit -- then is the bed of the deep laid bare,
That the Sons of Mary may overcome it, pleasantly sleeping and unaware.
They finger Death at their gloves' end where they piece and repiece the living wires.
He rears against the gates they tend: they feed him hungry behind their fires.
Early at dawn, ere men see clear, they stumble into his terrible stall,
And hale him forth like a haltered steer, and goad and turn him till evenfall.
To these from birth is Belief forbidden; from these till death is Relief afar.
They are concerned with matters hidden -- under the earthline their altars are --
The secret fountains to follow up, waters withdrawn to restore to the mouth,
And gather the floods as in a cup, and pour them again at a city's drouth.
They do not preach that their God will rouse them a little before the nuts work loose.
They do not preach that His Pity allows them to drop their job when they damn-well choose.
As in the thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dark and the desert they stand,
Wary and watchful all their days that their brethren's ways may be long in the land.
Raise ye the stone or cleave the wood to make a path more fair or flat;
Lo, it is black already with the blood some Son of Martha spilled for that!
Not as a ladder from earth to Heaven, not as a witness to any creed,
But simple service simply given to his own kind in their common need.
And the Sons of Mary smile and are bless’d -- they know the Angels are on their side.
They know in them is the Grace confess’d, and for them are the Mercies multiplied.
They sit at the feet -- they hear the Word -- they see how truly the Promise runs.
They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and -- the Lord He lays it on Martha's Sons!"
Breathtaking. That a person could make our language dance so. I could just cry.
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05:18 pm
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he speaks!!
Behold the end of August. The weather is actually becoming habitable. But Summer is going away. Where did you go summer where? *sniffles* I can't recall the last time I posted in this thing. The open white rectanle yawns like a chasm beneath this tiny little paragraph huddled forlornly near the entry options. I must fill it.. for the sake of posterity. Literary talents don't fail me now!
I play some WoW. Not near as much as the special wonderful other but still plenty. It can be relied upon to devour hours that would be much more productively spent... well... producing. Various writing projects languish in their various folders. Notepad files laden with quick ideas and notes stare accusingly at me; waiting to have their inspirations and premisis forged into some semblence of coherent documentation. It is not acceptable that I do so little with it all. There are people who I've promised pieces to. They deserve to have them finished. This paragraph is devolving into the livejournal wah-wah ness I strive to avoid. *slays*
Work proceeds. The pay is alright, the work straight forward and unobjectionable. I am unsatisfied with it because I would like a bit more money and a sense that I am employing my overpriced four year degree to some degree. (A pun! North you sly dog!) To that end I've applied to a few positions that pay about 25% more than the current one and specifically require my degree. If I could only get one of those positions I suspect I would be professionally satisfied!
Beautimus. The void is in retreat. Orderly lines of characters are advancing steadily down the screen. My conquest proceeds apace.. excellent excellent.... More now though. The page demands more!
Ehh... maybe later. (lazy bugger) [shutit you! *murders*]
Current Location: Home! On the range!
Current Mood: bahama style fried radish
Current Music: Chub nub!
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01:24 pm
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I'm alive, I'm still here, stop yer wenchin.
Observation: I haven’t posted in this thing since Valentines Day.
Conclusion: I’m a lazy beeyatch.
Observation: I’m 27 now.
Hypothesis: I must’ve had a birthday or something recently.
Conclusion: I did have a birthday on the 28th, well I’ll be damned. I’m Old!! (Older at least)
Current Mood: I want my 4 day weekend baack!
Current Music: ...blug...
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12:48 pm
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Very breif update.
I HATE VALENTIENS DAY!!! *sets fire to a heap of chinzy cards and repulsive ugly sacharine dolls*
The only good thing about this Hallmark Holiday is the chocolate. *munchmunchmunch*
I always dissapoint Shawn on this wretched holiday. *sobsobsob*
But I adore him, it's been years now and he drives me absolutely batshit crazy but I'm still madly in love with him. Shawn dearest, I despise everything about this loathsome holiday. I hate cinnamon heart candy and the valentines day dolls are generally the ugliest motherfuckin things I've ever seen. All the ribbons and lace make my eyeballs ache and the syrupy sentimentality makes me ill to my stomach.
But you're worth it so if it'll make you happy I'll bury myself in this crap and nonsense for you. Happy Valentines day love. You're my world.
Current Mood: vomint cinnamon heart candy
Current Music: it's the most wun-dur-ful day of da yeeeeer!
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04:33 am
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Goodbye to 2005
Ye gods and little fishes.
It's be aeons (sp?) since I updated here and 2005 is almost k/o'd.. how sucky is that. Well I've got a cold and for some reason the damned thing won't let me sleep. It's past 4 am and I'm wide awake. how much do ya wanna bet that I'll be far from wide awake when I'm at work in three hours or so? Bleah friggin cold. Anyhow this shall not be an incessant bitchfest. I shall go point by point.
Dad: My father was diagnosed with leukemia, (blood cancer) back in July.. they've been bombarding him with chemo and generally ravaging his immune system trying to kill the cancer (and everything else) well now thanks be he is on the mend having received a transplant from my uncle. With a little luck he'll be good for another 40 years (though asking for a little luck seems greedy considering how lucky we've been, leukemia is treatable but it's still very dicey). I visited them in November and picked up a home grown Nova Scotia flu that has been pretty much kicking my ass ever since. It went away around christmas (the power of jesus compelled it) but now looks like it's returning to ring in the new year.
Christmas was very nice, life with Shawn has been normal. We fight like mad and are happy as happy can b. I blame my lack of postings on general feelings of contentment with life and World of Warcraft devouring my soul... woah... vertigo hit.. now I am exhausted.. god damn cold.. I'll finish this later.
Current Mood: chickensouptouthpaste
Current Music: Shawn snoring.. it's too early!!
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02:18 pm
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And lo- I speak
The Good first: Finances coming under control in the nicest kind of ways. SJ: BLISSSS JOY BLISSS. Apartment only slightly less good than SJ. Soon we'll have a kitchen island which'll help us make more food at home thus reducing restaurant costs and saving us more money. (Plus a dresser, no more hunting for undies on the floor no more! Glee!!)
Health is good though my shoulders have been kicking my ASS, I mean literally kicking it right up through the roof. I'll never do THAT combination of shoulder and back exercises again! Not a single rep!! It took a bottle of tylenol, seven days and a masuse with arms like a wrestler to get me through the last week.
SJ is off to con. Con being MFM which I gather is somewhere in the south. I am hoping that all my friends attending that con will protect him from the slack jawed local yokels. Anyhow finance didn't allow for me to go too sooo I'm home alone. That means I'm a temporary bachelor!!! So I'm gonna kick loose and go wild aaaaaand... uh... sit at home, go to the gym.. play warcraft and write. North you wild animal you.
Iatro the cathead popped me with some kind of chain meme thing in her LJ but I defy her! I will not continue this cycle of madness cathead! I defy you! Release me!! RELEASE ME!! THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELLS YOU!! .... well jesus isn't working. Okay the power of Lucifer compells you (he has ciggs). Ding! That worked just fine, free free I'm free! No thanks to that useless Fzarf Indi. >.> <.<
Speaking of Indi I heard that they serve everything in the world deep fried on a stick at the state fair. I might actually go this year so I wonder if I'll find deep friend Indi on a stick.. maybe it comes with it's own tiny bottle of vodka clenched in one battered paw. Awwww! Finger licking good.
*sighs* So now the Bad and by bad I mean B-A-D
My Pop has come down with Leukemia.. that's a cancer of the blood. Really bad news but surprising? no not really. Here's an interesting bit of family trivia regarding my heritage kiddies.. in the Finck clan (my Father's side of the family) every single Finck has been laid down in the Nova Scotian dirt from either heart attacks or cancer. A or B. Take your pick. So while this is disasterous news it's not surprising.
Anyhow my Father is getting treatment, they're gonna microwave his blood with chemotherapy until he's medium well done, then let him recuperate and then do it again. Once they've done this cycle three times they'll scoop out his bone marrow and throw in some new bone marrow. Hopefully this'll fix it all. Here's hoping right? Don't worry, my old man is too ornery and sullen to die yet. He's got another fourty years on the odometer if you ask me.
Well that is all the bad, but that's enuff if you ask me.
Anyhow Senny and Thanos are at con too, we'll see if they traumatize my poor sensitive SJ wuffy puffy muffy wuffy! Or if he traumatizes them first. Post in my livejournal if you read it, cos otherwise I'll post less. And someday someday someday I am gonna see Cathead and Indi again! The problem is they live in the great city of Middleoffuckingnowhere! They're the only (ONLY) reason I regret not having a car.
Current Mood: deep fair fried battered Fzarf
Current Music: I'm sorry my son but you're too late in asking....
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02:12 pm
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Gah!
Well the good first:
I'm employed.. see previous statement for details. I start actually working on Monday so the money money money will prolly come in sometime next month.
I'm moved into a new one bedroom apartment. It is spascious, beautiful and wonderful with an awsome view of downtown Minneapolis and an excellent view of my cathedral. It's a good thing.
I'm with SJ. And he's the same sweet adorable fellow I spent my last several summers with. I've never felt so un-alone. Happyness ensues.
Now the petty bad second:
My new computer has no word processor/spreadsheat which severely has limited my ability to write or create roleplaying notes with any convenience. My progress on my writing projects has been humiliatingly slow. When I start work on Monday I'll suddenly not have all this free time. So essentially in artistic/creative tersm the last few weeks were wasted.. wasted!!
I've been pretty lazy about hitting the gym. Maybe averaging one and a half times a week? That's fine for maintaining somewhat.. lord knows my shape is behaving itself but there've been setbacks. My weight has slid back down to 190 lbs from two hundred. I personally suspect George Bush has stolen my weight! I want it back ya republican monkey!
So the goods are big and wonderful. The bads are small and minor. So all in all things are going well. Also in the good collumn: Canada has formally legalized gay marriage rights for all of it's citizens. Go Canada, I don't know when I've been more proud of that part of my heritage. The good: Getting to see american conservatives froth and foam impotently. The Bad: My mother has already begun her campaign to get Shawn and I to come to Canada and get formally hitched. Oi vey!
oh and a big bad. I still haven't gotten to see Iatro the awsome or Indi the fuzzy. Many boo-hoo's ensue.. but that is mainly due to lack of transportation and poverty. Something shall be done about it sooner or later. You can rest assured.
Current Mood: Fascist peanut butter cookie
Current Music: Bop bop bop, boppity boppity bop. Boppity bop be bop.
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09:49 am
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I R Employed!!
Wells fargo, OPUS, underwriter I, 32 thou a year to start. I'm pretty happy with that. A foot in the door with Wells means lots of opportunity for advancement in a bazillion positions. I start Monday but first the background checks. (Bleah >.<) Also I am moving with Shawn to an apartment 2x as big as this one. Having a good week. My cup runneth over.
Current Mood: employederrific
Current Music: Money-money-money-money..... MONEY!
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05:08 pm
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Since my poetic update was "insufficient"
I guess I'll actually have to write an up to date update with up to date factoids about my lifeness... since SOMEONE can't be bothered to come up three floors and check on how I'm doin. *mock glares*.
So I am still fishing for work. The offers have come in thick and fast but they're mostly not very good. I'm waiting on one now though that i applied for. A 20/hour wells fargo tempt->hire job. Senior underwriting in the Campus. It's just about the definition of my dream job. Gods above I want it soooooo bad... but I've been waiting and waiting for news on it. I wish they'd tell me yay or nay soon soon. But good things come to those who wait eh?
So I was sick this weekend, sicker than Barry Manilow in a room full of diabetic accordian repairmen. I'm pretty sure it was something I ate.. and lemme tell you, I am severly disinclined to eat anything like that again. Bleah phooey nasty ick. Definitly wasn't worth it. I think it's blood chemistry or something.
More updatedness.... I haven't been getting online anywhere near enuff.. I blame warcraft. It's just as addicting as I suspected it would be. That game is more addicting than Marilyn Monroe covered in stale poundcake. Anyhow I'll write more later when I don't have cool people dropping in to visit.
Current Mood: Recovered
Current Music: Tracy Talkin Yay!
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06:55 am
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A poem any gay person can relate to.
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?
And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?
And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air?
Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
'Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his;
In the good old time 'twas hanging for the colour that it is;
Though hanging isn't bad enough and flaying would be fair
For the nameless and abominable colour of his hair.
Oh a deal of pains he's taken and a pretty price he's paid
To hide his poll or dye it of a mentionable shade;
But they've pulled the beggar's hat off for the world to see and stare,
And they're taking him to justice for the colour of his hair.
Now 'tis oakum for his fingers and the treadmill for his feet,
And the quarry-gang on Portland in the cold and in the heat,
And between his spells of labour in the time he has to spare
He can curse the God that made him for the colour of his hair.
AE Housman
Current Mood: soft fluffy cotton
Current Music: morning traffic
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07:18 pm
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Monday
Well I am on WoW now, specifically on Chris W.'s server. It seems okay as far as MMO's go but it hasn't reached in and sunk its talons into my brain. This is good news. I am playing a tauren shaman named North. They seem kindof cute, big, burly and personable. Shawn is playing my lackey err companion another Tauren and he's been very helpful. And many thanks to Chris for giving me a ton of bags and gold. So I am thinking I'll play on a couple of servers but Shawn is saying that'll be impractical. I'd never be able to dedicate enuff time to keep up with anyone. So maybe I'll always be the low level dork on each server but I'll have to see what people think. I don't know if anyone'd want me lurking on their server anyhow. Let me know if you'd like me round.
Also. Beautiful day occurred.. picnic/barbeque occurred in Loring park. Shawn's idea: genius. Much roasted animal flesh was consumed. I are very very full. Happy happy.
Current Mood: Sauteed pumpkin seed
Current Music: burblemurblemeat meat meat
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02:09 pm
[Link] | What? Were they all camped out watching the apartment until I left?
I went out to the grocery store to buy orange juice because we need a whole whopping bunch of it. I lug the bloody jugs back to Shawn and I's apartment and come in through the door. Bam. The bed is covered in boxes. I had forgotten; it's my birthday damnit.. or just about my birthday.. (the 28th) and my friends in Minneapolis have colluded and gotten me a new computer. First I was mad cause it's too expensive and too big a present but they left a really sweet note too and I almost cried over it. Those stupid wonderful beautiful people. They even had the sly cunning to keep the receipt. It's a gateway and very pretty. I have no bloody idea where I'm supposed to sit it in this little studio of ours. I know I should be tsking over how expensive a present it must have been... but I can't. The buggers know me too well. They know I lust over computers. God damn it all I can do is rub my hands with glee over the boxes.
Oh screaming hell, my biggest obstacle to playing World of Warcraft just flew out the window.
I'm 26 as of tomorrow. I don't deserve all this but damnit I'm gonna enjoy it anyway. I have the most wonderful friends and the most beautiful mate in the world and I love them all. But how did they know when to come sneaking in damnit? I was only gone for thirty minutes!!!
Current Mood: Blizzard is comin for me! EEK!
Current Music: Happy Birthday to me, dee-dee da-da do dee
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05:08 am
[Link] | Woah, O.o I've only had my resume out on Monster.com for like a couple of hours and already someone has made an inquiry. Some kind of auditing position. It'll require travel and weeks of training. They're offering to pay me 500 a week for the three weeks of training and them put me onto a billable hours system paying 20 bucks per hour to start. The big drawback: I will have to buy a car! What the heck should I do? I have an appointment to find out more. Gah... this is even more crazy than having no job. Now I have that creepy feeling that opportunity is knocking. How am I gonna find a car to buy? I've never shopped for a car in my life. And I'm not dumb enough to buy one straight off the stupid lot. Argh! Argh!!!
What should I do? I guess I'll have to wait to find out more. I just have to keep in mind that I don't HAVE to accept this job offer. Do I want to travel for a job?
Current Mood: money? Cartman? Ree?
Current Music: my dropped jaw.
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05:02 pm
[Link] | Time for a more detailed update.
I have my degree. I am in Minneapolis. I have my SJ. I have my bed. I haven't slept so well in months. The weather has never been so lovely. Life has never been so beautiful but scary. I'm going to have to start job hunting soon but not just quite yet. Things are good. I'm well. Hello to all you Minneapolisians I haven't seen yet, I am here. I shall probably be getting the laptop of drewness online again soon so I can talk to you on chats and stuff. I miss you all. SJ plays an astonishing amount of World of Warcraft, even more than I previously thought he did. I don't know how I feel about that really. I mean he works hard and he deserves to enjoy his free time however he'd like. But it's so.. so.. so.. pointless I guess. It is the best MMORPH ever made but beneath the sparkle and shine it's still just a pit you heave your time into. I dunno. People are leaning on me to play Wow but the Tauren don't even have totems to wield WHICH STRIKES ME AS SACRILIGIOUS. I don't know. Hmm hmm hmmmm... and besides the laptop of Drewness certainly won't run the program and it looks laggy. Tsk tsk.. I dunno.
Incidentally if you're an employer in Minneapolis who's looking for a dope with a BBA majoring in accounting and minoring in management and finance please let me know. Money isn't tight yet but damn I wanna get on it.
Current Mood: chex mix
Current Music: minneapolis street sounds
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12:08 pm
[Link] | I don't have much time, long story short I spent five days in a hotel room in the city with my folks. Graduation was long and interminable. I have the stupid degree. In two more days I'll be in minneapolis and I can't wait! luvs ya all and Iatro we have to get together and chitchat once I'm in town!!!
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10:42 pm
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The results are in.
The results for this term are in. And the envelope please.... thankyou...
Advanced Financial Accounting II: D
Cost Accounting: A
Accounting Theory: A
Investment Finance: B
Management Incormation Systems: C+
And that would be a pass ladies and gentlemen and others. Bachelor of Business Administration Majoring in Accounting, Minoring in Management with a concentration in Finance should be in the bag. Now to find some moron dumb enough to hire me. I hope the stupid degree will help. Considering the degree it surely should help. My god, if a business admin degree isn't good in the business world then what the hell WOULD it be good for? Mind you I am no stellar student. I'm a 3.0 GPA fellow, pretty much C average student.
My parents are entertaining visitors, friends of my sisters, who are vegetarians. As such my mother has been making all her meals "vegetarian friendly" in other words no normal food. My main meal today was a soup made entirely from beans. What the hell is wrong with vegetarians. They are allowed to choose to not eat meat. But where the hell do they get off wrinkling their noses and trying to prevent ME from eating what I want. Those tofu munching bohemian hippies are lucky I didn't spit them and roast em on a beach fire. Hell, lets kill some "poor cute seals" and use their carcasses to fuel the fire that I use to roast the veggetarians over. God I need some real food!!!
In other news we went to Ironbound over the weekend to plant potatoes. It was like being in hell without claws. It rained bitter cold rain every moment it was outside. Want to guess how much outside work is involved in planting an acre of potatoes kiddies? (psst he answer is a helluva lot) so we dressed in oilclothes. The rain would not be daunted, however, and it brough some wind to blow it at an angle. By the time we were done I was wet clear through and I had about a gallon of fetid water in my rubber boots. Then as soon as we were done and dried out the rain broke and it started looking like it would be half decent. So I went for a stroll in my sneakers. It is one of the last times I'll be seeing my ancesteral home for who knows how long. Well the rain was sly, it waited until I was well away from the house, i turn around and BOOM there's monsterous rainclouds roaring in over top of the lighthouse. Needless to say I was drenched clear through by the time I got home. But get this! The weather wasn't content to let me sit inside. It blew itself up into a near storm so my Father decided we needed to get off the island before the sea got too rough. This would not have been an issue if we had a proper boat but the Cape Islander is still in winter mooring. We have this aluminum thing that looks like it fell off of a real boat and it bounces and ships water abominably. So not only was I dragged out of bed at 5am but by 6am I was floating on rough seas in a piss pot aliminum jerkoff of a boat that made certain I was re-soaked by the time we got to the mainland. This goddamn province is making dead sure that when I leave I leave running! I wish I could soak ol' Nova Scotia in high octain fuel and flick a lit match over my shoulder as I get onto the plane. The 18th of May can't come soon enough. Minneapolis here I come. Boo frickin ya!
Current Mood: graduationalistical
Current Music: growly tummy vegetarians will pay
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