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I’ve been obsessed with Avatar: The Last Airbender since it aired on television.

Finally.

For my birthday.

I recieved.

ALL THREE MOTHER FUCKING SEASONS OF AIRBENDER ON DVD!!!!!!!!! ALKSJDFIASDJFKASDKFJASKDJFLSJDFKJSKJFLAS

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ricp:

You were the one in Gentlemen Broncos, correct? I watched it tonight. I’m in love with it! You said you were an extra and the back of your head was visible throughout the first half. I looked out for you but alas. I saw nothing. Care to enlighten me?

Haha, well it would be difficult to see the back of my head if you didn’t know what it looked like. In the scene where the main character is at the diner right before he meets the blond chick, you see him taking stuff out of his lunch. There is a brown and curly mop of hair behind him. That would be me. And when he is walking over to meet ze blond one, you can seem me from the side. Ta da.

Going back and hanging out with friends from high school makes you realize two things:

A: How high school may have been shit, but was awesome.

B: How much you hate your life now.

A - Available: Yes’m.
B - Best Friend: Don’t really have any right now.
D - Dad’s Name: Paul
E - Easiest Person To Talk To: The voices in my head. @_@
F - Favorite Food: Bean and cheese burritos… gringo style.
G - Gummy Bears Or Worms: Worms. Especially the sour ones.
H - Hometown: Cottonwood Heights, Utah. Woooo… no.
I - Instrument: Violin, Viola, Cello, Guitar, Piano, and Bongos.
J - Job: Telemarketing. Suck it.
K - Kids: MGMT song. Very nice. Real kids are fuckers.
L - Longest Car Ride: Salt Lake City to Southern Texas and then Louisiana.
M - Milk Flavor: Chocorate!!! (-_-)
N - Number Of Siblings: 4 of us total. Older Bruder, Older Schwester, and a Younger Bruder.
O - One Wish: for more wishes.
P - Phobias: Don’t know about phobias… I do have a disaster complex. I don’t know how to explain it… but it’s kind of like that lady from Unfortunate Events. The one that thinks everything is going to explode.
Q - Favorite Quote: Hmm…… don’t know.
R -Reason To Smile: My back doesn’t hurt.
S - Song You Last Heard: Kyrie, (Mass in C minor) Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
T - Time You Woke Up: Woke… up?
U - Unknown Fact About Me: I’ve done every drug minus 1.5
V - Vegetable: naaaaaaastaaaaay.
W - Worst Habits: Not being able to show gratitude even though I am very grateful.
X - X-Rays You’ve Had: Teeth.
Y - Your Favorite Pastime: First discovering Opera.
Z - Zodiac Sign: Aries.

I have a quiz in this class tomorrow. It’s a map quiz. Basically, I have to memorize the gross national income per capita of every country in the world. God. Damn. It. The only good thing I can say about the map i’m studying is that it is colorful.

So i’m sitting in the school library with my headphones on… LOUD. And I keep hearing this piano noise… (mind you, i’m listening to Opera… no piano in this one). I take out my headphones and realize that there is someone… somewhere… in this room… listening to Mormon hymns in a public area. I wouldn’t care… but she was BLASTING that goddamn volume. I tried to see where this person was, and then a friend of mine popped up on messenger and asked me if I heard a piano. The following conversation happens:

Me: Yeah, I hear it… where the fuck is this person?

Friend: She’s sitting right next to me.

Me: It’s kind of loud… where are you?

Friend: On the other side of the room. (this is a BIG fuck-off room).

Me: *head-to-desk*

Friend: Yeah she has her headphones plugged in, but I don’t think she knows that she plugged her headphones into the wrong input.

Okay people. Here we go:

A) If you see it’s a telemarketer on your caller I.D. just answer the phone and say “No” so they don’t get a headache from listening to a phone ringing forever and ever.

B) Do NOT use your fucking kids for your voicemail message. I don’t care how fucking cute you think it is, but it’s fucking STUPID. AAAAAAAND it hurts my ears… even with the volume on the phone down. mmmk???

C) Couples’ answering machines are just fucking dumb. You know, the whole “Hey this is Tracy… aaaaaaaand MARK!” Stop it. Just…. stop it.

D) Would it KILL you to donate 2 dollars on a credit card? Seriously.

Fin.

I have a cubicle. And that cubicle has a computer. And that computer has a list of people who hate me. And those people who hate me have never talked to me.

I’m one of those people that call you doing dinner time, and ask for money. Yup. I’ve joined the ranks of the most loathed people in phone history. It is a scary job. I am nervous every time I go in for a shift. I have never been good at talking to people on the phone, so I suppose this is a good situation. I am already getting better after three days. This job also provides me with some funny stories. Unfortunately, with the funny comes the sad. Here are some of the highlights I’ve collected from today:

“Hi my name is Maddie, i’m a sophomore from the…”
“Look, i’m not giving you money. I was diagnosed with cancer today. I’m fucking DYING.” *click*


Here is a call to a woman who graduated from college in 1932. Just imagine a stereotypical old lady voice.

“Hi, my name is Maddie…”
“What?”
“My name is Maddie…”
“WHAT?”
“MY NAME IS MADDIE.”
“I can’t hear a goddamn word you’re saying.” *click*


This next lady graduated in 1953. We talked for over 30 minutes before I dropped the money question on her.

“blah blah blah… donation?”
“Oh, i’m so sorry. I just lost my business that I’ve had for over 30 years. This economy has really shot me in the kneecap.”
“Oh… well…”
“And my son just lost his job of 15 years, and now he’s living with me. We’re struggling just to keep my house and to eat. I’m afraid things are just too tight. I am very sorry, you sound like such a wonderful young lady.”


Other stories include a woman who plays in a Middle Eastern band (I could hear her band rehearsal in the background… bad. ass.) I also spoke with a woman who traveled all over the world, an artist who became a navy pilot in Vietnam, a jazz musician, and a lady who has moved around the U.S. once every 2 years since she was 18.


Work is kind. Work is hard. Work is fun. Work is sad.