Mandy & Eric

Mandy & Eric

Mandy & Eric

Humans: internal world

Every human seems to have something to say, even if its small or really not much of a thought. Like this blog, it's all about me. I'm looking around and realizing just how much people write and publish articles about themselves.

Who is reading it all? If everyone is focused on themselves then maybe we are only reading about ourselves? Is this a possibility, one day human interaction maybe lost or just plain awkward? Or is it more of the rest of the race wanting to be good at media based communication and just plain isn't? It could be that most are not using the resources for more then to live in their own "me" land and expect others to join in. I guess you have to read all about everyone to truly know.

Revision:

The day after I posted this thought I say a five minute blip on the news. Studies showed that people who use social networking sites tend to be more friendly and neighborly then those who do not. So I guess as long as we go outside this internal life will do no harm.

The red dot list, you are my nemesis...

I find this "red dot" list to be childish, a punishment tactic meant for irresponsible partiers who can't make it to school because they are out drinking, doing coke or just too damn hung over. I have my legal and rational reasons why I can't make it at 5:00 pm sometimes. Maybe it's time to showcase them.

In case you are unclear what this red dot list is, it is a list of people who if do not come to theory class by 5, they cannot clock in after theory and lunch at 6:30 pm to take clients or gain some hours for the day. They just can't come at all. Hmmm Logical. Ever since I have been placed on this list I miss more school then ever and they still call me in to tell me my hours are slipping.

I have panic attacks or just plain fall asleep due to my work schedule. I generally get 2 hours sleep between class and work when I force myself to attend both every day. One will lose. If I nap, I miss class, if I don't nap I run the risk of fall asleep behind the wheel or sleeping through my alarm for work and losing my job is not an option, so I sleep through class. I am not going to put school above work. School doesn't feed me or put gas in my tank. This is something I have chosen to better myself and instead of being able to juggle my school and work life I am being made to feel threatened by the office that I will be kicked out because I can not attend every day. Trust me, I want to get out of there as fast as I can, but my health comes before all. At least that's another juggle.

Deep breath... I will make this work for me. I will petition my little heart out, I have decided. I have doctor support, why don't I utilize it already. If I don't get the ball rolling there is nothing different that will happen right!?? Right! So tonight I write my first email to the owner and we shall see what becomes of it. Wish me luck.

iPod Shuffle, such a good day.

I live in my head while I drive a lot. Don't most? It's not really a good thing is it? Sure sometimes you miss your exit, but one day I am going to miss that human standing in the middle of the road. I have visions that someone will chose my car to jump in front of the day they decide to kill themselves. You have to pay attention to those bush squatters, you never know. Or what about those damn rabbits and squirrels that frequently try to doge my wheels. I haven't flatten any yet, but I have definitely nicked many. Poor things probably army crawled off somewhere to die! Oh, I can't think of that, just stay away from my wheels.

I fantasize that I am cooking or baking some elaborate four course meal or just desert sometimes, I find that more disturbing then my suicidal road stalker. Deep down I wish I cooked more I guess. At least that's what I take away from this. I have made a pretty bomb Tiramisu once, extra brandy for all.

The music that has most recently played while I drove and lived these dreams:

Back To Black - Amy Winehouse Back To Black

Take A Bow - Madonna Bedtime Stories

That's What Counts - We Are Scientists Brain Thrust Mastery

Les OS - The Unicorns Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?

Fingernails on a Chalkboard - Unwound Repetition

Tired of Sex - Weezer Pinkerton

Black Tongue - Yeah Yeah Yeahs Fever To Tell

Do It - Beastie Boys Ill Communication

Mystify - INXS Greatest Hits

Just To See You Smile - Tim McGraw Greatest Hits

Wait in a Line - Now It's Overhead Wait in a Line

Doo wa Ditty (Blow That Thing) - Zapp and Roger Greatest Hits

That's Where It's At - Sam Cooke Portrait Of A Legend 1951-1964

Everyday - Rogue Wave Stubbs the Zombie: The Soundtrack

Anything Goes - Ella Fitzgerald The Cole Porter Song Book (Disc 1)

Mamma Mia - ABBA The Best Of (The Millennium Collection)

Neverland - The Knife Silent Shout

A Letter To Elise - The Cure Wish

Oh! Darling - The Beatles Abbey Road Rock

Maxwell's Silver Hammer - The Beatles Abbey Road

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac Greatest Hits Rock

Gypsy - Fleetwood Mac Greatest Hits Rock

Let Your Hair Down - Metrofique Swing for Fences

Hollow - Metrofique Swing for Fences

Chain That Ends - Metrofique Swing for Fences

Sugar On MyTongue - Talking Heads Sand In The Vaseline [Disc 1]

Perdido Street Blues - Random Jazz Musicians The History Of Jazz

I Believe In You - YACHT I Believe In You. Your Magic Is Real.

Sun Giant - Fleet Foxes Sun Giant

Wild America - Iggy Pop A Million In Prizes The Anthology [Disc 2]

Like A Pen - The Knife Silent Shout

Tape Song - The Kills Midnight Boom

Silent Shout - The Knife Silent Shout

Strangelove - Depeche Mode Music for the Masses

Time - Timbaland Feat. She Wants Revenge Timbaland Presents: Shock Value

Down Under - Men At Work The Essential

Call Me - Tweet Southern Hummingbird

24 Hours - The Sounds Dying To Say This To You

Hey Jude - The Beatles 1967-1970 (Disc 1)

Eli, The Barrow Boy - The Decemberists Picaresque

Psychic City (Voodoo City) - YACHT See Mystery Lights

Tired Imagery - The Peechees Do The Math

HA HA - Monsters Are Waiting Fascination

Sugar - She Wants Revenge Save Your Soul - EP

Money Changes Everything - Cyndi Lauper She's So Unusual

All work and no sleep makes Mandy go something something

Yesterday is the first day I have been home in two weeks and actually stayed around almost 24hours. It feels nice, I'm surprised. The best way to miss home is to never go there. It is difficult to be content when you live with your parents, I must say. How old is too old to move back home? Should I still be so broke? Is it really my own fault I can't provide a roof over my own head? Or is it where I have chosen to stay? California is very expensive. All I want is a place I can call my own.

Soon, I will win the lottery and move out, quit my job and only have school to worry about. Sounds wonderful.

Complain-o-holics

Work is not as bad as I think it is, most of the time. I think it's just a lack of sleep that grumps me up. Have you ever worked for Starbucks Coffee Company? It is definitely its own world. Small and tightly knitted, I love all my co-workers present and far off in other stores, but there comes an hour when I just want to toss a hot cup of coffee in someone's face! I'm sorry, why are you complaining? I don't even care, all you want is a free drink, fine just take it and leave, thank you goodbye.

I wonder sometimes if working for a mom and pop shop or a smaller chain would be less opportunistic, but I am going to say... no. That's humanity isn't it? Waiting for that moment when they can squeeze anything they can out of anybody or business. Some days I want to fight against those complain-o-holics and let them realize I know we didn't fuck up, your just flat out lying to my face right now. That tends to use up more energy then its worth and you start to humor them so you don't have to hear another word, but these people know statistics! Most people don't want to deal with assholes. If you complain enough you'll get your way. I sure was not raised that way. I got jack shit if I threw tantrums.

There is a lack of honor, dignity, value and awareness in today's consumer world. It cost money to provide products to people, it's someone's time, effort and talents you're devouring. You can't run from inflation, it tends to do it everywhere. We all have to pay the price for that and stealing, ripping off people and just out right complaining about products just to get another free one is petty, causes staff to lose hours, raises and thats right more inflation.

I say, if you're going to go to a yuppie place, expect to pay up the ass for it. Otherwise, if you want to save money, figure out how to do it yourself . Use your own efforts and time.

"You should blog about that" ugh...

Every day I hear, you should blog about that. Maybe I should! One problem, I can't remember what it was I should blog about. Maybe I should tell about how I got a drum stick to the face at the last Lovemaker show I went to, or how Eric woke me up at 3am in our hotel room and I asked him if he had been watching porn, but no, he just missed me...

I should start keeping a journal again.

Donny was a good bowler.. one of us...loved the outdoors... and bowling

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A part of me wants to feel like it's my fault because I had the chance to be there and chose not to. A part of me wants to blame my friends for saying to me, yes I need to be there and then backing out. But all this man ever did was push you away and then be angry at you for leaving. I have to say now that I am not mad at myself nor my friends. This was his choice, his control, his disease. The one to blame is him. He made that choice to die and I cannot be mad at anyone else, but him.

I don't feel right when I say R.I.P., how peaceful can it be? To finally see the whole picture and know what you did was such a waste and what you did hurt the ones that love you. The after life is when you are forced to understand everything and hell is when your forced to see yourself.

You were such a humorous and loving man. You had it in you to heal, I saw it so often. You loved it when I laughed with you during the Big Lebowski it made you feel better knowing that I too had such a sick sense of humor. You cared for me like I was one of your own children. You cared for many like they were your own children. You filled your house with people you could take care of because you missed your family and all you had to do was try. Your family was alway here. People that loved you were always here.

My heart breaks for my friends, your children, that loved you. And my heart breaks for you, your pride that kept you from seeing it so clearly.

Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors... and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and... up to... Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince. - Walter Sobchak

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Beauty School Drop Out...

How may girls drop out of beauty school each year? The numbers must be high by the way the restrictions are set up, but what do you expect when the criteria to get into Cosmetology School is a tenth grade education level and the age of at least 17. I remember telling a young girl in my chair one night, "drop out of high school you can come here". She didn't want to be a lawyer like her sister or a doctor like her oldest sister. I thought I could help. I got some pretty weird looks by my fellow cosmos, but I guess my point was in my own mind.