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OKAY SO. I haven't updated in forever because I was sort of miserable. Not like a lot of people around me, but really more preoccupied with my own thoughts than anything. My boss SCREAMED at me over the phone a few weeks ago over a supposed missing $20, even though we don't count inventory and it's really easy to write down the wrong thing, and since through his hissy fit he pretty much accused me of stealing, I decided it's about damn time to quit the stupid Market. Anything would be better than dealing with tourists every day and having to drag myself down there and set everything up at nine in the morning and IMMMEDIATELY be expected to be ready for an onslaught of questions and invasions of personal space. So I decided, this summer, I'm going to get another job to supplement working the weekends at the Market (because, not gonna lie, the money ain't bad at all) and hopefully build up a little nest egg. Of course, jobs aren't easy to snatch, so I set out today looking all spiffy and clean after buying a bunch of foundation and coverup, and walked down King Street to see who's hiring.

I was heading for Sushi Hiro, a tiny Japanese place that's been there forever, because I saw a Help Wanted sign in the window a few days ago. I've known the owner, Hide-san, for years, since before he even owned the place. I once frequented his food cart he parked in North Charleston and man it was gooood. So I thought working for him might not be bad. And I'd get to practice my Japanese! On the way down there though, I checked out other places. A lot of retail stores need summer help, so I noted especially Bijuju (a jewelry place) and Robot Candy Co., which is this neato quirky candy store with a pseudo-Japanese aesthetic. But guess what? I didn't even need to look in all those places.

I walked into Sushi Hiro, inquired about the job, and Hide-san looked at the manager from behind his sushi bar and said "Oh, she's hired. I know her. Well? Hire her!" I didn't even need to fill out the entire application. He even said it'd make it easier for him since I know some Japanese.

Holy crap guys. I did not think it'd be that smooth. Life really is all about who you know, isn't it? Why the hell am I in school again? So I'm starting training Thursday at 5:30 (omg I can sleep in omg) and hoping I can figure out transportation afterward--I'm not sure when they close. I told him I couldn't start seriously until after exams. I really hope it's not awful. I know the people who work there are always happy and Hide-san is really nice, and it's not like I could get really overwhelmed with customers since only 30 or less can fit in the place all at once, but I'm nervous about disappointing Hide-san or not getting the rest I need, you know? But eh, I'll do my best!!

Then, after strolling down King Street in a sort of daze, I was stopped by a guy who said I looked "artsy" and handed me a thick book. Turned out he was a monk spreading the message of Transcendentalism and meditation. I've always wanted to know more about Transcendentalism after reading Thoreau and could use some peaceful guidance this summer with two jobs, so damn that's convenient, isn't it? What a weirdly nice day.

Oh, and because I'm damn proud of myself: last night at 2 am, I discovered that I had a 3-4 page paper due by 8, the teacher does not accept late papers and it's 10% of my grade at that. So I was like "well fuck." Had to be on a communication theory not covered in class (not many weren't, teach did a fine job skirting everything the way an Intro class should.) BUT I found one finally--Uses and Gratifications--and went to work. Even though she only asked for one, I found FIVE sources, and actually found that I agreed with it. I think I've found my paper-writing technique. Every hour and a half or so or when my attention starts to wane, rest my eyes for 15 minutes tops, then get back to it. I was done writing it by 6:30. That might not be too impressive to some people, I guess, but considering I had no idea what I was writing about or that it was due and one source had to be a scholarly article? I think I kicked that paper's ass.

Whoaho, I am Rambly McGee today. Not sure if I'm gonna LJ cut this. I kinda feel like suddenly assaulting your flist after not saying a damn thing for months. Buuut if someone complains, I'll do it. Otherwise, deal with it.
Wooooooooooo, Dean out!

lol can you tell I'm not taking my Ritalin? lolol orz

P.S. I think I've found my new favorite eBay store.
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Last night, Lacey's buddy Nathaniel came to town and wanted to party, so we went with him to Club Pantheon (our resident "nice" gay club, which is nice and big and not seedy at all.) Lacey and I got there first, and it was pretty barren, so we sat around talking about...something, I don't remember, lol. So after he got there, we eventually wound up on the dance floor and everyone got pwned by the awesome, superhappy stripper-dude who lipsynced to all the songs the DJ played. (I told Lacey, "all I want in a guy is to have a body like him, hair like a bishonen, and moves like that." Haha, I don't know, but it made her laugh.)

But then, for some reason, as I was doing my version of dancing (=moving around in various ways, sort of to the beat, but really looks mostly like rave-dancing and too much upper body with not enough lower body movement) I kept getting a sort of vertigo feeling, and bile rose in my throat more than once. What the hell? I took the smallest sip of Lacey and Nathaniel's drinks, so I didn't even have any alcohol in my system or anything, so I'm not sure what happened. I took off my tall boots because I thought they had something to do with it, and for a while I was back to normal, then the bile thing happened again. Ugh! Not fun. So I got more water and tried to relax. Nathaniel--when he finally stopped dancing, boy'd been at it for like a hour nonstop--said I was probably overheating, so I went outside to cool off. It worked a bit. Then I noticed my hand was shaking. Low blood sugar alert! Luckily, there was a very convenient hot dog stand set up right across from the club. What a great idea, huh?? A club that serves no food=lots of hungry people when it closes=lots of people wanting cheap hot dogs and burgers! Brilliant! It was these two youngish brothers running it, one cooking, one taking care of the money/fixin's/drinks. And I tell you WHAT, that was the absolute most delectable burger I've had in YEARS. It was huge, too--not thick, but almost pancake-like--and only had cheese and tomato on it, but it was so juicy and good that I inhaled it. Lacey said she'd never seen me eat anything so fast, lol. And only three bucks! Man, I'd go there all the time. We think they used canola oil as they cooked it, which kept it really juicy. I highly recommend stopping by if you're in downtown Charleston late at night on the weekend and want a cheap bite. I wore myself out dancing to Destination Calabria so I ended up staying in bed until three PM after getting home at 2:30 AM. Yeesh >_o I didn't realize how tired I was. But it was nice getting to hang out with Nathaniel. He's a really great guy. ♥

But today had significantly less awesome packed in it, and I'm not all that thrilled with what all decided to happen today. My boss and my friend are both going through a really hard time after the loss of parents and I feel totally useless to help console them in any way. I hate it when bad things happen to good people. I hate it when it's something that no one can do anything about. And I hate that I can't just like go be with them and support them, because tomorrow's my last day of class before exams and there's a sudden Japanese presentation I totally forgot about that I have to write and put together before one o'clock tomorrow afternoon. The subject? "What I do in my free time." What the hell do I tell them about?! "Oh, I go online and waste my time on the internet." I have too many things I do, and those I do too inconsistently to really call them "hobbies" (which is what this section of class was on.) I'm considering falling back on "cosplay," even though I don't think that's so much a hobby of mine since I only have the one I've worn more than once. Unless you consider being Freddie Mercury and Charlie Chaplin for Halloween "cosplaying."

Shit. This day is not a good one, folks. And I don't want to be a part of it any more.

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