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AIM:
Aedies
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Name:
Well, my first name means "free" my middle name means "the perfect one" and my confirmation name means "source of joy." You figure it out
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Age:
(10x+2)/3=456
Activities:
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Swimming, piano, chorus, small group, work (yaaay for old ppl), plus that brick hellhole they call school.
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Hobbies:
Music in general. Occasional writing for fun. An obsession with embroidery floss (No, not the stuff you use on your teeth, but the stuff that you make bracelets and stuff out of). Laundry (this is a forced hobbie). Hiking, And probably some other stuff too...
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Oddities:
An extreme love for salsa, soup, mushrooms, Simon and Garfunkel, cute things, sarcasm, and stale chips...(do NOT ask about that one)
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Work
Feeding the old. Though they're not exactly helpless. No, they're paying good money to be served food at the Village. They have to be. It's so fancy there...all those chandeliers *glazy eyes*
And that's it for me!
"Sir Duke" Stevie Wonder
Sunday, March 16th, 2003
9:14 PM
Well, I'm currently in one of those happy modes that you can't get anything done in, and frankly, just don't care. Heh. And why should I? 66 more days until I'm out of the brick hellhole for good, and senioritis is really kickin' in. Actually, it isn't, persay...if I hadn't finished all my homework during class on Friday, I'd probably be working on it now. Anyway, enough babble about the work that I don't have. . .onto stuff that matters.
Senior-Senior prom, is, for the most part, done. The old people _loved_ it. I heard a couple of those "this is the best one ever" and things like that. Even the kids whose arms we twisted said that they were glad we made them come. Oh, and a big thanks to Keri and Ryan for sacrificing their Friday afternoons and evenings for us. Chillin with the old takes a certain amount of gumption. . .not to mention all the decorating we got out of them. Anyway, the only thing left to do is present it to the juniors, which is somewhat anti-climactic...A good time was had by all though.
Otherwise, not much going on. I don't know if I mentioned it, but my family will now be able to eat when I go to college, cause I got a nice fat scholarship: $10,000 a year for four years. Not too shabby. Now I only need to rob $20,000 a year from our local Fleet bank. Think they'd miss it?
So now I'm just relaxing, d/ling music and contemplating the future. Can't wait for tommorow, and that's why today will never end.
The Impatiently Funky,
Fishie
"Blackbird" The Beatles
Monday, March 3rd, 2003
8:25 PM
I'm going to skip the usual "I can't believe I went this long without blogging" and get to the good stuff. The main part of my senior project, the Senior-Senior prom, happens friday. Of course we've had our minor hitches and glitches. First, we picked a horrible date. Of course, how were we supposed to know that boy's swimming SWC's was that date, and that the Ring Dance was that day too? Well, old Murphy's Law of Senior-Senior prom planning isn't gonna get this girl down.
And then there were other things. Like tableclothes. First, let me explain that the tableclothes on the seven tables in the room where we are having the prom are hideous. Add confetti, and you have decorating disaster. So, we decide we'll make square table covers, right? So Lori and I venture to the fabric store and manage to find the most perfect, matching fabric. Too bad we only got enough fabric for six. This constituted me running back to the fabric store to get enough for the last tablecloth, in addition to another yard and a half more for a cover for a stage. I, with some dumb luck, managed to find the same roll we got the original eight yards from. Of course, it only had half of what I needed. So, I put it back, somewhat depressed and a little more than a bit panic. Then I notice the roll next to it has the same name, "Beechwood." It's not until after the lady cuts it that I realize it's not "Ivory Beechwood," like I need. However, in my haste, I did not realize that there was yet another roll, unopened, that actually was the fabric I was looking for. So I got what we needed. Of course, I'm now tapped for cash, but that's another story.
All in all we've been pretty lucky. We've only spent around $100 for the entire gala, thanks to some key donations from Party Stop (Yaay for Ryan and the employee discount! Nobody else could have helped us decorate the entire prom for $15.00), New Traditions, Stop & Shop, Stew Leonards, Bridgewater Chocolate, our parents, Agway, and the Village itself (though if Juan ends up making Manhattan Seafood Cake for the prom, somebody's head is going to roll). I actually can't believe how little a hassle we've had so far. Which is what makes me a little leary. . .what's coming?
So, my schedule for the week is quite full. Between this and normal activities, I don't think I'll have any time whatsoever. Lori revised my typed group schedule for the week including "weep/pray" and "buy coffee, insert in needle, inject directly into veins" for thursday. But I will make it through this with a smile on my face if it kills me.
The funkily, yet extremely optimistic,
Fishie
"Take it Off" The Donnas
Friday, February 7th, 2003
8:57 PM
Well, invitations have been handed out, and there are exactly four weeks till the Senior Senior prom. Yes, my life revolves around the Village, to the point that my graduating practically depends on whether or not my senior project group and I can pull off this dance. We shall see. Actually, the only thing we really need to resolve is the food issue, and we should be good. I hope.
It's also Friday, and you know what that means: another weekend of working. Friday's not bad. . .prolly the best night actually. We get out quickly, cause we're all fast waitstaff. The head chef is on, knows what he's doing, and handle surprise orders well. It goes downhill from there.
Saturday's a bit worse, but not absoulutely dreadful. Since all of us who work on Saturday are good friends, we do spend a bit more time than necessary socializing, so it takes longer to get out. Plus, it's the night most likely to bring guests. But, we do have Herman for a chef, so that's always entertaining. Pedro washes dishes, and that's better than the alternative, which is. . .
Sunday. Probably my least favorite. Juan, the new skectchiest chef of the Village, wears gold adult braces, i of questionable heritage (is he chinese or asian? Who can tell?), and is _very_ slow. He's not mean, so you can't help but feel bad for him. However, at the same time, I'm also weirded out by him. And then there's Ulysses. One word just about sums it up: "eek!" You see, about two weeks ago, he all of a sudden became uber friendly, and decided it would be a good idea to ask me out. I said no. Of course, having that o-so-horrible Mexican male quality of _never_ giving up on a woman, the next day he asks me for my number. I told him, don't hold your breath. He laughed. It's like, what am I supposed to say? "Mom, I'm dating a 20 year old Mexican man who washes dishes at the Village and has a small child from a previous relationship." Sorry, not my style. Plus, I've got other guys to think about. I even told him this. Think he gave up? If you guessed no, you're today's winner. Anyway, he's perfectly nice, so I really don't want to be mean to him. But this sketchy "let's hit on Fran" thing has to stop.
So, now you know a bit about work at the present. Ah the drama, the trials, the tribulations. Feel sorry for me yet? Oh, you will! Or then, you may just laugh at the absurdity of it all.
The always glad to provide funky entertainment,
Fishie
"Tell Her This" Del Amitri
Thursday, February 6th, 2003
9:47 PM
Okay. I'm back *insert random trumpet fanfare* I know you're all excited, but really, try to hold back. After six plus months of being nowhere, I'll say it's nice to have a place to vent my frustrations again. I don't care who listens, so long as I can tell them. Update on my life since you last saw me: Yes, I got my liscence. Yes, I'm still working at the Village. No, my grandfather is no longer at a nursing home, but actually back at the Village. Yes, I swam hs season, as a co-capitan, and had the best one of my life, period. I TA for both my English teacher, Mr. J, and Mr. Hermonat. I'm still NHS, and haven't been kicked out by the evil Smitty (yet). I've lost weight, am soon to get contacts, highlighted my hair, been (and probably still am) the object of at least one unrequited love. I applied to only one college, and fluke of all flukes, actually got in. I've acquired a deli, which basically means that if my friend and I don't come in every thursday afternoon and order a turkey sandwich, they start to get worried. I'm still in small group, and am unofficial "alto capitan" *smirk*. I still hate winter, still long to go hiking, and still never have enough time. That's me in a nutshell. So, to get right to today:
Not many interesting events. . .just that I'm always running. Driving is pretty helpful to my mother, but it seems I'm always running. I don't mind, however, because I know she's got way too much on her mind with Grandpa and all. What else. . .hm. I've started to conspire with dad about a solo song for the spring concert (him on guitar). Should be interesting. I think we can pull it off. Planning for the senior project, a Senior's senior prom at the Village, is going well, but I still have fifteen invitations to caligraphize, and no caligraphy marker. Eek. Things are going really fast, yet not fast enough. We got our cap and gown order forms this week. There are currently somewhere around eighty days of school left. You know, it's funny, but the more I think about it, the more anxious I get. Leaving home. Sounds odd, right? Oh well, that'd be the 479th death of childhood I've experienced in the past few months. Lovely for me.
The funkily refreshed,
Fishie
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