09.21.09
I think Jayne just passed Zoë on the sexy meter.
What’s that? You’re a hot gun-slinging space cowboy with brains too? Yes, please!
10.05.08
Drama sucks.
Also in the suckage category is people you thought were your friends believing the worst of you on the say-so of someone who has very transparently never liked you much, without so much as a single attempt to contact you directly to clarify and resolve a misunderstanding.
Oh, and crying over a video game? Suck. But friends are friends, internet or not, and losing them hurts. Especially when it’s over and done with before you even knew what hit you.
07.11.08
Why does a chickadee? I don’t know why.
I don’t think he did either; he sure seemed baffled enough as he tweeted his way along the wall under the shelfs and equipment in the kitchen tonight. It does make for some amusement watching four employees unsuccessfully try to pick a very evasive little bird up and get him outside. Eventually he herded himself over toward the door and we blocked off the entrance to the rest of the kitchen until he decided to fly outside. Probably for the best — he didn’t much seem like the type to get far in the restaurant business.
05.20.08
A New Direction: Музыкальное путешествие
Back when I started this blog, I had just read through the entire archive of Waiter Rant and thought, hey, I’m a waitress, I bet the intarweb needs another bitchy server complaining about not getting tipped enough, right?
Turns out it doesn’t so much. Granted, I have a few not-bitchy or not tip-related things to say about being a waitress, and I’ll probably continue to throw those in every once in a while. But the whole restaurant angle just wasn’t inspiring me to write much, so I figured maybe it was time to point this blog in a new direction.
Compounding this decision was the fact that yesterday I officially became a real official student again. I took a class during the spring semester (and rocked it out if I do say so myself) but it wasn’t until yesterday that I was officially in a degree program and registered for classes toward that degree. That’s right, after eight glorious homework-free years, I’m going back of my own free will, crazy freak that I am. And I’m looking forward to it.
“But what degree?” you ask- or, well, you would, if there were any of you out there reading- with bated breath. “What program of study could so intrigue our favorite undiscovered intarweb blogger that she would voluntarily sacrifice herself to the gods of higher education?” It is Music, I tell you, and with any luck I will not regret it halfway in like I did before. But hey, I’m a little older now, and a little more grown up, and I’m there because I really want to be and not because it’s just What You Do when you get out of high school.
So we’ll see how it goes. Hopefully I will be posting more about my Musical Journey, both in school and out, and maybe I can get some more clips of performances and projects and such too, for your listening pleasure. And hopefully we’ll be a little less bitchy around here.
10.17.07
Sorry, I probably won’t be as funny as Darien.
So, turns out I have this website. And not a whole heck of a lot on it except some old pictures and old poems that pretty much no one wants to read. (I can’t say as I blame them, honestly.) I haven’t updated said website in some five years or so, and much of the reason for that is that I don’t really know what to do with it. Obviously, the solution all along was to create a blog so I can babble about all sorts of inconsequential things and pretend anyone actually listens to me. This will be some fun, I think.