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| 12:08pm 30/06/2005 |
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mood:  productive music: Savage Garden - I Want You
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*waves from behind a stack of boxes*
So I have been preparing for my huge estate sale all week. The sale starts on Saturday, and will run till Monday. I haven't left the house all week, other than running to the store for supplies. This is what just one small section of my home looks like at the moment - and keep in mind, that's just what I'm selling.
Anyway, I better go get ready for work. *sinks back into the boxes* |
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| GIP! |
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| 12:14am 11/05/2005 |
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I made a new icon that I love so much, I temporarily deleted my Roxie icon just to show it off!
So I was in the mall for about 11 hours today, because I had class right after work, and it's held in the upper level of the mall on Tuesdays. I'm in a good mood but pretty fried, seeing as it's past midnight now. XD |
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| The Chaos That Controlled My Mind |
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| 04:51pm 09/05/2005 |
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mood:  depressed music: Kaiser Chiefs - Oh My God
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Oh my GOD this is going to be a hectic month.
( Whinging )
So anyway, I'll email you guys as soon as I have a chance - I have to get ready for class now, and I have work tomorrow, so it may be mid-week before you hear anything. :\ |
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| 11:15am 01/05/2005 |
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mood:  groggy music: Rammstein - Mein Teil
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My report on the 4/29 M5 concert:
( Sunday Morning ) |
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| 07:41pm 28/04/2005 |
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mood: exhausted music: Rob Thomas - Lonely No More
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I'm back from my trip! I got home yesterday afternoon, after a very long journey which started at 7 am on the 26th and ended at about 4 pm on the 27th. 7 hour 23 minute flight from Paris to New York, 11 hours in New York with no sleep, because I was too busy having fun with C-Chan, then 5 hour connecting flight from NY to Seattle, with 4 hour drive home. As you can imagine, I'm completely exausted. And tomorrow, it's onto Portland for Maroon 5!
At any rate, you guys will hear from me this weekend, after I've recovered a bit from my flight and stalking Adam Levine enjoying the concert. |
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| 10:53pm 31/03/2005 |
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mood: drained music: Need You Tonight - INXS
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So here's my current itinerary:
Sunday, leave for Seattle. Monday, my plane departs for Paris. A few hours after my arrival in Paris, I will catch a connecting flight to Leeds, and from there head over to my dad's. I'll stay there until the 11th, when I fly back into Paris, then take the train down to Poitiers, where I will stay with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) emberinthedark. Then on the 24th, I go back to Paris, and will stay in a hotel for two nights. I then fly out on the 26th, and will have an 11 hour layover in NY - so librarywench is coming to meet me, and we plan to hit Times Square and the like. Then I fly back to Seattle and come home. Then two days later, I'll be going to see Maroon 5 in concert for the second time.
Phew!
Anyway, if you email me at my jaided.com account while I'm away, I'll be more likely to see it, as I can't access Gmail on my dad's comp. :) |
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| Oh, you little bastards. |
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| 08:49pm 14/03/2005 |
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mood:  Taxed music: Dir en Grey - Dead Tree
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So I call the IRS, because I need an answer to a tax question that I cannot find in their book or online. I sit on hold for a good number of minutes, and am repeatedly told by a robot, DO NOT HANG UP. YOUR CALL IS IMPORTANT TO US AND WILL BE ANSWERED IN THE ORDER RECIEVED.
I reach a representitive, and say I'm calling with a question in regards to for 1099-MISC. She forwards me to their office, and I recieve this recorded message:
We're sorry, all of our representitives are busy. Please call again later. And HANGS UP automatically.
You little shits!! I can't finish my taxes until I recieve an answer as to how I am supposed to file this income. I'm not an employee of the company that I recieved this income from, and I can't file Schedule C, since I don't own the business. But I'm still considered self-employed, so how can I list it on form 1040 as self-employment income without a SE tax form - but I can't fill that out either, since that requires a Schedule C. |
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| PRAISE ALLAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| 10:32pm 07/03/2005 |
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Tonight I found out that our test has been postponed.
Till at least MAY.
AHAHAHAHAHAHHTHANKYOUJESUS!!!!!!!!!!!
What a relief! I have been so incredibly stressed out, and this month is just getting more hectic. Not having to test - especially feeling rushed into it as I was - in the midst of my already cahotic schedule relieves a lot of tension.
WOOOO! |
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| 03:52pm 07/03/2005 |
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mood: tired music: Supergrass - Late in The Day
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So today is my last day off till Saturday, and I've spent the afternoon doing my taxes. I tried TurboTax this year, but I have a feeling I'm better off doing them by hand. It's classified my Oxyfresh income as if I own the business, but I don't - it falls under self-employment income, but it comes from a company that I do not own. It's a bit of a weird one, and I can't find any options in TurboTax that fit this criteria.
Thus far, my owed income tax has been calculated as $998. And that's just federal! And I still have 1/3 left of my property tax! HAHAHAHAHA.
And then it's off to class in a few hours. My test is exactly one week from today. Um, fuck?
I have the most boring LJ these days. |
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| 11:32pm 05/03/2005 |
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mood: tired music: How to tie a tie, on TV
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So this is my horoscope for the week:
Spankings can raise your intelligence, reports The Weekly World News. Experiments by the Lucerne Institute of Psychological Research showed that college students did better on their exams after having their buns whacked. Increased adrenalin flow may have contributed to this surprising phenomenon, the psychologists speculated. "The adrenalin combined with the endorphins generated to minimize the pain, and together they opened up previously underutilized neural pathways--turning them into IQ hyperlinks," said one researcher. I bring this up, Libra, because you've got a big life test coming up. If I were you, I'd be willing to try innovative measures to make sure you ace it, including maybe even having a ping-pong paddle administered to your backside. The preparations that helped you through rites of passage in the past may not work this time.
So, I have to be spanked to pass my green belt test?! Also note that they're quoting the Weekly World News as their source. That just shows how accurate horoscopes must be.
The past few days have been tiring. The store is in cahos due to the expansion and relocation of our counter, and addition of a truckload of new inventory. Thursday's highlights included ringing up a purchase while on my hands and knees, as the cash register was on the floor at one point while everything was being moved, and having a pane of glass shatter on my head. I was windexing glass shelves, and the top pane in one of them had a chunk broken out, but the boss left it in, hoping it would do. So I attempt to windex it, and the entire thing completely shattered. Everyone was freaking out and asking if I was ok. Luckily, I only got a tiny cut on my hand - there were big chunks of glass flying by my face, so it could have been a lot worse.
Then on Friday night, my key broke off in the lock as I was leaving.
Meanwhile, the store is in a mess. The Boss thought it would be a great idea to put the cash register on the lower shelf under the counter, so we have to squat down to access it. The entry to the counter island is so narrow, we are seriously going to need waist measurements before we hire anyone. The fricking vaccum won't fit through it! There are cords everywhere, which resulted in the VISA machine and phone getting unplugged at random moments, and tripping me. And the merchandise is even more of a fucking confusing mess than before. Imagine a huge basket, filled with bracelets, worry dolls, flutes, hair barettes, and other knick knacks. Now shake the basket up a bunch until it looks like a bomb went off. Ok, have fun sorting the merchandise! And that's just some of the stock we got in. And keep in mind that some of it isn't even priced.
My LJ needs more stupid memes, and less work biatching.
Ok, it's midnight and now officially my day off. Time to sleep! |
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| You are a girl...or maybe a wagon full of pancakes. |
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| 05:53pm 02/03/2005 |
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mood: uncomfortable music: Come Clean - Hillary Duff
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This month is going to be crazy. I picked up more days at the store, so I can save money faster, and my green belt test is on the 14th. So my schedule looks as follows:
Work tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday. Train like crazy on Sunday and Monday. Work next Tuesday through Friday, then train like crazy on Saturday and Sunday (which is also [Bad username: ja1ded"]'s birthday), then test on Monday. I'm also trying to schedule an interview with an up-and-coming band, who play in Portland on the 13th. Then I work 4 day weeks at the Import store till the end of the month.
And tomorrow, the owner comes down to completely destroy the shop. We're going to move the counter to the other side of the store and re-arrange everything. That counter has been in the same spot for ELEVEN YEARS. He was supposed to come down today and do that with the manager, but he couldn't make it, so I get to do it instead! And then go straight to class after work!
I'm sure I'm forgetting something, but you get the idea. So if you don't hear from me for a while, it's not because I don't love ya.
Edit: LJ sucks and wouldn't let me post this last night. It seems to be in "read-only" mode constantly now. It wouldn't even let me comment on Ren's blog. >_ |
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| 09:09am 24/02/2005 |
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You have to hotwire your own damn car just to have transport.
Jai called the police, and they didn't want to look at the car. He called his insurance and they said a claims agent would call him "within 48 hours".
I can't wait to see what the rest of this day is going to be like. |
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| 07:46am 24/02/2005 |
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mood: NARRR
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Jai's car was parked in front of my house last night, and in that time, someone broke in, went through the glove compartment, and broke the ignition trying to hotwire it. Guess I better hurry and get ready for work, since it looks like I'll be walking today. |
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| 07:55am 23/02/2005 |
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So I didn't get to sleep until about 3 am last night, because I figured, "Tomorrow's my day off! I can sleep in!"
So at 7:30 am, there's this loud pounding on my door. I wake up, wonder what the hell's going on, look out my office window, and there's men with hardhats in my yard. A second knock, and I open the front door to find a man from Pacific Power.
"So, you got your notice that we were coming to do some trimming today, right?"
Uh. No. So I stand there, in my Hello Kitty tank top and pajamas, trying to figure out what exactly in my yard they are going to take out. They say there will be a pink ribbon put up determining what will be cut, so I stand around and wait for it to be put up. After they put a barely visible ribbon back by the wetlands, they started hacking stuff; so I went out there and had another chat with them, informing them that, no, I do /not/ want them to cut down one of my trees, which has been there for 11 years and not interfered with the power lines as of yet.
This is going to be a long week, I can just tell. I ended my Monday by getting a fat lip, so I think that's a good indicator for the rest of the week. |
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| Quizzes and boring notes about my day. Typical LJ! |
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| 11:03pm 21/02/2005 |
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mood: relaxed music: Ads on MTV2
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( My LJ Valentine's Day )
At my workplace, we carry Indonesian swords. Now any job where you get to handle swords has to be cool, but I wish it was a little harder for customers to get to them. Because they completely miss the signs which say "/Please/ ask for assistance" and "/Please/ do not touch the blade with your fingers". Today's gems included a child laying in the middle of store, holding an unsheathed sword, and the guy who interpreted "Please do not touch blades with your fingers" as "PLEASE RUB BLADE ON YOUR STOMACH AT LEAST TWICE".
Also, I love how people get pissy when you try to close the store, five minutes after it was supposed to be closed in the first place. I'm sorry, people, but I have at least 20 minutes to half an hour of work left to do after I shut the shop (time which I am not paid for), and I have to get out of there in a timely manner as I have class immediately afterwards. (I take my gi and belt in a backpack to work and walk straight into class after I finish at the store.)
In other vapid, LJ-worthy news, I tried a S'mores candy bar for the first time today, and it was really good. I thought it would be gross, but it actually tastes just like a S'more. So now you know. |
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| This is Constantine. John Constantine, asshole. |
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| 06:42pm 19/02/2005 |
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mood:  Drooool music: Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams
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So I just got back from seeing "Constantine". Keanu was hot It was an enjoyable film - and Lucifer ripped Keanu's shirt off, which always gets a thumbs-up from me. |
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