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Ah, summer reading: my Facebook Visual Bookshelf runneth over. Unfortunately, I struggle to work through Klosterman, Sedaris and Sofer when the SteinMart and Pizza Hut applications on the table next to me should really take priority on my reading list. Ugh, no mistake, I'm getting them done, and I've now visited over 30 locations this week in search of more work-- including Waffle House, who I am not afraid to megaphone-advertise as UNRELIABLE, since they sent in my background check and never returned my calls or found a manager to speak with me the several times I've driven over. "Always hiring?" Pshh. College matters are looking up, in ways. I won't indulge details, but it looks like I'm safe as far as my fees and such go. I'm going to e-mail my professors* in a few minutes and figure out which books I need for classes so that I can go find them on Half.com or something, and get them cheap (and thus not have to use loan money to cover them). I did FINALLY get to work one shift (because someone needed me to cover while they went on vacay), and I made a little more last pay period than I thought (hooray for paid meetings!), so I ordered some Manic Panic Flashlightning for my long-anticipated next hair-dye project. I need to get my bangs trimmed first, though. Hopefully I'll have enough pocket change when I get to college to pick up some microwaveable food (meal ticket? YEAHHH right.) and help spruce up the dorm a little bit, get an area rug, and maybe.. I don't know, those curtains? :D I'm so fxated on aesthetics, hah. It would seriously cheer me to be able to adorn my room, and especially to have those curtains. I did fill out the application and put together a portfolio disc for a grant last night, and I'll take it to the post office tomorrow. The money would go to pay for a new camera. God, that'd be so nice. I already have my huge picture box full of photographs/Polaroids/magazine clippings, etc. to coat the walls around my bed/desk area. And I just used  with my roommate Grace.  One or both of our connections are TERRIBLE, and it made this endeavor very challenging. But we're going to try again later tonight. ____________ So, a class of students at North Meck (not the high school I graduated from-- another larger one nearby) apparently spent a large portion of the prior school year studying healthcare reform in relation to general politics, and completed an extensive group project comprised of drafting a hypothetical (but very thorough) healthcare bill that they submitted to Kay Hagan and a few other rep's for appraisal. Obviously, the point of this endeavor was to teach kids about politics, writing bills, and the nitty-gritty of the healthcare system, along with raising awareness in their environment-- no one (logical) made the mistake of thinking that these high schools were planning to pen the Obama healthcare reform bill that would be instituted as one of this term's landmark progress points. The idea of such an exercise horrified the cranky old McCarthyists who seem to browse Charlotte.com, intent on spouting off their rehearsed The-Founding-Fathers-Would-Have-None-Of-This schpiel at everyone. SOCIALISTS! SOCIALISTS! They cry. I'm going to assume that none of these guys, who probably have been around long enough to truly recall what the Founding Fathers said (because they were in the parlor with them), were recipients of my OFA phone calls, because if they were, they'd understand that the Public Option that we're pushing is nothing like socialism. Capitalism is easily provided for in this system, where you CAN choose your own healthcare provider, and by god, if you want the most hoity-toity, exclusive, gold-waiting-list doctor in your region, you can pick them. What none of these self-righteous (..I hesitate to say "pricks," but..) loudmouths can shut their traps long enough to understand is what it's really like on the underside of the healthcare system, and how much reform ANYONE-- Republican, Democrat, Libertarian, Green Party-- will acknowledge that the system needs when they're familiar with that side of it. (And the whole "Founding Fathers" rant is getting really old. Of course the men who drafted our Constitution and the Bill of Rights are meritous; they provided the solid, organized foundation for one of the strongest nations on Earth to prosper from. However, most of them were not "Christians" like everyone gets so excited about-- they were Deists, if even that, and many upheld some pretty corrupt personal practices that could serve to invalidate that. And the fact is, no matter how much good you do, you are still equally capable of wrong. These men were not FLAWLESS, and they're not gods. Why do you think we've amended our Bill of Rights so many damn times?) You can see the absurd scathing commentary doused upon this group of children (many of whom will likely be much smarter than the commentators, in a few years) here: http://www.charlotteobserver.com/breaking/story/834298.html 
Ah, check that out. Left tragus pierced! I've been waiting on this one for a long, long time. Shortly before I had it done, I took a minute to look at my traguses (tragii? Uhh..) in the mirror, and took note that I actually have very, very tiny ones. And I wondered if that could cause any problems in the piercing. It did. Hah. The very sweet girl at T.L.C. in Mooresville began to stick the needle through (nope, no piercing gun!), and slipped, half-piercing it. This hurt immensely and bled. She quickly assured me no damage had been done, though, and that she'd just have to finish where she started. Compared to that first slip of the needle, the rest was just pressure, relatively ouch-free. (I do sleep on my left side somewhat frequently, though, and this has become more difficult, as has wearing earbuds.) Oh, I've penned a new creative essay. http://averyalexandra.pbworks.com/Child-in-a-Cone Done last night, after dinner. Next post: shooting a comedy in South End for Manny Sadek that will hopefully be at Ballantyne Theatre. Stay tuned. |
