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Name: Meagan Birthday: 9/29/1986 Gender: Female
Interests: Stars.. glittery things.. bargain shopping.. earrings.. sleeping.. snuggling.. smiling.. pajama pants.. healthy food.. life.. hugs.. sunsets.. bubble baths.. candles.. chocolate.. music.. Occupation: Student
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4/22/2002
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| Babysitting tonight, and I'm getting a good wireless signal, which is good. Even though I have plenty of work I need to be doing, I am just so lazy and apathetic today. I think that's why I felt a compelling urge to write some here. Heh. I won't be leaving for more than 7 hours, probably, so I have lots of time. I feel angry today, for some reason. Well, more irritated with people than anything, I guess. I brought the bedsheets over to wash while I was over here, but the machines are both broken. Little stuff like this has thrown me into a rage recently.. I just get so angry over little things. A customer comes in with some obscure part and didn't think to bring in a model number, which isn't in their profile because the douchebag salesman didn't put it in there when he sold it to them.. and the customer gets pissed because I can't pull the part out of my ass. Yes, sir, I waited here all day just for you to come in so I could get you a [whatever] when you decide to grace me with your presence. I am beginning to really really hate my job, and pretty much everyone who walks through that door smelling like stale cigarettes and alcohol at 9 am. This is why I am probably going to be starting a full-time job soon. Sutherland is hiring for the same program Katey is in, and I have lots of sales experience, so I know I'm pretty much a shoe-in at a place like that with a revolving door. *sighs* I really resent the fact that my degree is worth precisely dick to employers. I can't get a job with any relevance and I am going to work another sales job, after I promised myself I would never resort to that again. But this is real life, and we do what we must in order to get by. Chris works a job he doesn't love, why should I be a spoiled brat? I should really stop trying to be a martyr. I guess I just need to get back in touch with all the things I love about life and stop making myself feel like crap by thinking about all the things I hate. By the way, I love Paulie Perette from NCIS. Abby is the most awesome character ever. If I try and get an essay done, maybe I'll feel better. Nobody ever said life was fair, or easy, or fun. | | |
| http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081222/ap_on_go_ca_st_pe/meltdown_secrets This is disgusting. The US Government gave big banks a total of over 700 billion dollars to try and ease the credit crisis. The rationale was, since banks are tightening, giving them more money to lend out to consumers would get things moving again. However, there were very few stipulations and rules on how banks had to spend the money.. also, there are no rules forcing the banks to report on how the money is being used. So now, when asked how they are using the money, banks will not disclose that information. When a bank gives you a loan, they ask a thousand questions to determine what you are going to do with the money, and if you don't tell them, they don't give you the money. Pure and simple. Now the banks refuse to disclose what they are doing with their loans, and this makes sense how?! Those fucking assholes are using our taxpayer money to pad their own wallets, that's why. They took that bailout as a fucking bonus. I say, let's take it back if they don't want to tell us how they're using the money. Let's take it back and see if they tell us then. The federal government hands a huge wad of cash to some of the most corrupt people in this country and doesn't set rules down first? They don't ask questions? This is absolutely infuriating. | | |
| I have a volunteer job that I will be going to twice a month, three hours each. I have been going once a week to train and such, and had a meeting tonight. When I tell people I have a volunteer job, that I regularly donate my time, most people say something like "Oh, I could never volunteer." They cite money, or tell me honestly that they don't want to work without being paid. Honestly, this saddens me. There are so many nonprofit agencies that absolutely need volunteers, they couldn't function without them. These agencies do so much good for so many people who need help, and I am so glad I signed on for a year to give the Center for Youth a hand for two nights every month. I would love to go help hand out Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner one of these years at a homeless shelter. And it's not really like they aren't paying us anything.. they gave us gift cards for Dunkin Donuts tonight, as well as ordered a huge wrap platter and salad for us from Pellegrino's (yum!). Trust me, I don't have a huge amount of time to do this, but I don't give a lot of time. They appreciate every minute, though. Volunteering makes me feel so thankful that I have a wonderful life. The kids that I "work for" are sometimes victims of abuse, or homeless, or just need counseling. It's so sad, how many kids are out there with no place to go. There are tons of places you can volunteer - food banks, clothing drives, anything. Even putting out a jar at your job to collect money to donate to whatever charity.. every little bit helps. No matter how shitty you think your life is, there is ALWAYS someone who is much worse off than you. Always. | | |
| Okay, so gas is down below 2 bucks a gallon now. AWESOME! It costs me 23 bucks to fill my tank now, which is so amazing. I have 27 bucks more now each week than I did when gas was at its highest. Just in time for Christmas.. perfect. So, why is this not a huge news story? I feel like each time gas prices went up it was the first news story that evening. I think this is an amazing story, it lets consumers relax a bit about everything that's been going on in our economy, and nobody is talking about it. People should talk about it. Go ahead, write a happy news story. I dare you. By the way.. Mariah Carey Christmas is still the best Christmas album ever. | | |
| To this day I cannot understand why my lovely little cat, Sammie, loves to wake me up my pawing at the door and crying until I get up and follow her. Food, water, litter are all in order.. she just wants attention. And yet, when I wake her up for attention, she bites me. Whore. I'm almost done shopping for Christmas. I braved the stores on Friday afternoon, which by that time in the day were relatively empty. I got digital picture frames for my mom and Chris' grandparents, and sometime soon (maybe today) I want to put pictures on them before I give them. I'm off of work today, but I'm working 30 hours this week, plus babysitting. Amazing.. thank goodness I was able to pick up an extra shift. I have to call Hillside today to check up on my application. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate job hunting? In positive news, it cost me $23.50 to fill my gas tank last week. Motherfucking $23.50. I remember when it cost me 50 bucks to fill it up.. boy that sucked. Yeah, not too much going on right now.. since I have the day off I would like to do some cooking, maybe put away some meals for the week. Now that I will be working 8 hour days I will have to take a lunch, so I will need some food to take. I can probably whip up some pasta with canned tomatoes and garlic or something. Alright.. time to get off the puter for a while. I haven't really awakened enough to reach a good mood. | | |
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