My Coherent Nonsense

I Have a New Blog

Posted by: clineek15 on: July 1, 2009

Greetings, friends and foes. It has been a while since my last post, eh? 

Well, get excited. I just created a new WordPress blog (see link on the side named “My Story Blog”). It’s there for me to write stories about my life as opposed to me  just blabbering on and on using daily jargon (as I’m doing now).

As you all know, I’m trying to be a writer of some sort. The kind of writer? I have yet to decide. I’ll be writing in this one too from time to time if I have anything exciting to share regarding the happenings of my life currently.

But in the meantime, please get cozy with my new blog, for I will be writing in that one mostly.

Thanks to all my lovely readers. I hope you will enjoy my stories and new site. :)

Hasta la pasta. For now.

Moody Monday

Posted by: clineek15 on: January 26, 2009

Song of the Moment: “Kalp Kalbe Karşı” – Enbe-Ferhat Göçer  (a song my bf posted on my FB wall a while back)

This is what happens when I don’t make daily posts. I lose track of the interesting things I want to talk about, and by the time I make my next post, you’d expect it to be something big and grand, but no, I’m left with NOTHING to talk about. Let’s see what I can dig up from my foggy memory. This entry may jump around because I’m going to do a bit of freestyle writing…just kind of writing as my thoughts come out without organizing them, so bear with me.

Ok, you all know I like to share my dreams, especially when they’re borderline crazy. So, the other night, I dreamt I had a pet lobster named Ricardo who kept pinching the 10 inches of fat covering my triceps. In my dream, my friend, Helen, was telling me she had never seen a lobster before, and I go, “you know what’s funny. I can show you Ricardo.” And she asks who Ricardo is, and I inform her it’s my pet lobster. But in this dream, I suppose it was normal for people to have pet lobsters because she gave me no look of confusion. I brought Ricardo down on a leash, and he waddled his way towards Helen the way a puppy does when it sees a new stranger. Helen picked up Ricardo’s bony structured body and started petting him, but he started getting too fiesty, pinching our flab of skin under our triceps, and I guess I just snapped. We both got so upset that we dragged Ricardo up to the kitchen and threw him in boiling water and ate him for dinner. The end. EW. I don’t even like lobster! What is this dream telling me? I’m an animal abuser? I’m a sociopath? Well, get this…

So, two days later (yesterday morning), I was driving back from dropping off my boyfriend at work, and as I was driving down this alley, a cat lept right in front of my car, and I felt the *thump thump*. I looked in my rear view mirror, and I saw the cat’s lifeless body just lying on the street. UGH! How terrible! I certainly hope that cat wasn’t someone’s pet. If it was, how stupid of the owner to let a cat roam free in a city. Poor cat. I don’t even like cats, but feeling the thump of my tires rolling over its body was not a warm and tingly feeling for me…yick.

My brain is clearly still in hibernation from the weekend. I got to work this morning and opened my iTunes list and started clicking on songs to listen to, but I couldn’t understand why I was unable to adjust the volume and why my earphones kept blasting Korean music when those weren’t the songs I was selecting. About 30 seconds later, I realized I had been connected to my iPod the whole time. I-D-I-O-T. It was even more crazy of me because I started slamming my mouse around on my desk (and I don’t have a mouse pad).

I’m having a moody Monday. It’s probably best I stop writing now and return again tomorrow. GOOD DAY!

100 Day Anniversary

Posted by: clineek15 on: January 21, 2009

Song of the Moment: “Shape of My Heart” – Sting

I think this celebration is an “Asian thing”, but yesterday was our 100 day anniversary (by “our”, I clearly mean, my boyfriend and me). I even know some people who celebrate one month, but 100 days, 6 months, 1 year and so forth will suffice.

Anyways. It was nothing all that special. I gave him a gift on Facebook (because I’m broke), and then we went out to a nice little Italian hole-in-the-wall restaurant on Newbury St. It had been a while since we had gone out on a date date to a nice restaurant, so to see his face in the dim candle lit ambience was quite nice. I indulged in my butternut squash stuffed raviolis while he delighted in his shrimp scampi. We ended the night with tiramisu and a cranberry orange glazed cheesecake. After that, we wanted to walk around a bit to digest, but it was just too effing cold, plus I was slipping everywhere with my no-traction boots. So, we just cabbed it home and called it a night. It was plain and simple but a night worth noting.

Valentine’s Day is coming up soon, but I’m thinking instead of going out on V-Day itself (where menus have fixed prices that are like $100 per person), we should go out the night before and save some money. I really don’t find anything all that spectacular about Valentine’s Day, seeing how, historically speaking, it was a day where people got massacred, but I figure, if I’ve got that significant other, why not take advantage of that one couple’s day and parade around town with all the other couples and act like we’re invincible. Eh, it will be fun.

It’s Hump Day all you happy humpers! I can’t wait for the weekend for some reason. Nothing particularly exciting is going to happen, not that I even have plans as of yet, but I still look forward to it. Woot woot!

My First Rectal Exam/Me Spotting the Ex-Beau

Posted by: clineek15 on: January 19, 2009

Song of the Moment: “La Vida es un Carnaval” – Celia Cruz

The past few days have certainly be interesting.

Friday afternoon, I left work early to see my doctor for an “emergency” appointment. I had been having severe lower abdominal pains for the past two days and didn’t want to wait any longer. It turns out, my doctor was out on vacation, so the assistant put me with another doctor. A little Indian man waltzes in and asks what the problem seems to be, and I tell him of my terrible cramps in my stomach, and how I’ve been having them since highschool. All this time, I always associated them with menstral cramps (even though I got them when I was off my cycle too), but as I pin pointed the area in which the pain afflicts me, the doctor told me I probably have Irritable Bowel Syndrom (IBS). Though, he wants to rule out the possibility of anything else, so I must get a CT-scan, an endoscopy, and a colonoscopy before he can be 100% sure that it’s IBS. 

The best part of my check-up was when he asked if my primary care physician had done a rectal exam on me. I thrusted my head back a little and tentatively squeaked out a “no”. He then asked, “do you mind if I perform one on you”? Eh, I didn’t feel totally comfortable, but I felt it was necessary and didn’t want to be a pain in the butt (no pun intended). He stepped out of the room while I prepared myself, and when he came back in, he asked me to lie on my side. He squirted some lubricant in that area and then proceeded to insert his index finger into my butt hole. Um, I think I screamed on the inside. It’s not that it was particularly painful, but the feeling was incredibly uncomfortable. I seriously felt like I was going to go #2 right on his hand. Anyways, the point is, it kind of hurt, and he made my butt hole bleed. Due to the fact that I may have IBS, he also recommended I drink a glass of Metamucil every night before I go to bed. Yuck.

Oh, and he also had me do this 24 hour urine sample test. Starting at 8am yesterday up until 8am this morning, I had to urinate into this giant orange container and keep it in the refrigerator. Mmm, appetizing. I had to warn my roommate not to touch/drink the contents within the bright orange container.

So, that’s a little update on my health, if you will. Now, Saturday night, my boyfriend and I went to this club for his friend’s VIP birthday party, and guess who I spotted? Ding ding ding! You guessed it: the ex-boyfriend. Funny how my friend spotted him the weekend before at some fancy Jewish party, and this past weekend, I spot him at a skanky club where guys are only looking for girls to take home. I can hardly imagine anybody being at that club to have fun because the music was absolutely wretched. It actually put me in a bad mood. If I were a single girl there, I’d probably want to make out with a guy and go home with him too, anything to make up for the boring time I had at the club. Anyways, my boyfriend and I were wandering the dance floor, and then suddenly, he pulls on my arm and turns me around. It was then that I noticed the ex-bf. It’s funny how my boyfriend recognized him first (pictures from my computer). He proceeded to pull me towards the ex-bf for reasons I do not know. To talk? To fight? I don’t know, but I was just in no mood to make any sort of conversation, so I ran into the other dance room. My boyfriend came following after me a minute later, and I really thought he was going to start a fight with the ex-bf. I am not one who seeks any sort of negative attention, so I did my best to assuage my boyfriend’s anger. One, he was tired (having worked 78 hours that week) and two, he had a few too many drinks, so it’s understandable that he’d be a bit hostile towards the ex-bf. No, I didn’t talk to him, and no, I didn’t throw or have anybody throw drinks on him. It would have been a waste of my breath and a waste of a $10 drink on somebody not even worth it. So, as disappointed as you all may be, I just left the situation as is. Haha. I’m such a pansy.

Anyways, that’s just a little update to my life. La vida es un carnaval!!

I’ve Gotten Stupider (got stupid?)

Posted by: clineek15 on: January 16, 2009

Song of the Moment: “Untouched” – The Veronicas (nevermind the weird MV)

I realize I’ve become incredibly stupid since graduating college. Sometimes I’m not sure if it’s stupidity or a stroke. Yes, a stroke. Everytime I read the symptom, “sudden confusion, troubling speaking or understanding,” I think of how that’s me on a daily basis. Sometimes someone will be talking to me about something, and I’m looking at them, listening (or I think I am), but when they ask me a question, I give the deer-in-headlights look and crinkle my nose and in a deep manly unattractive tone, I go, “HUH?” Or, sometimes I’ll be the one speaking about a topic, and midsentence, I’ll just stop abruptly and stare into the distance, completely forgetting what I wanted to say, and if I don’t stop speaking, my words and sentences just become a big jumble of mumbling. Example: “So, oh my gosh guys, the other day I was walking down the street and I saw this person fa*()#&$98jwh(*&, and it was weird…yeah.” I swear, my brain is rebelling.

A few nights ago, my friend and I were watching Nip/Tuck, but I had to depart early to go pick up my bf from work. The next day, I meant to ask my friend what the cliff hanger was at the end of the show, but instead, I asked her, “Were there any hang gliders?” HANG GLIDERS. Come on, Erica. That’s unacceptable. My friend asked me what a “hang glider” was, and as if I knew my shiznit, I go, “You know how at the end of shows they end it leaving you at the edge of your seat, so you have to wait until the next episode?” My god, I need school again. How classy of it would be for me to say, “I’ve gotten stupider”. Then you really know I need to go back to elemetary school.

Alrighty dighties, folks. TGIF, even though it feels like -5 degrees out. I got my ring resized, so it fits and all, but when I’m out in the cold, my finger shrinks and my ring starts to roll around, but when I enter buildlings, they swell and then my finger ends up looking like a sausage exploding out of my ring. NOT ATTRACTIVE. Enjoy the weekend!

The Ex-Beau Spotted At a Cocktail Party

Posted by: clineek15 on: January 14, 2009

I am back! Well, sort of. I didn’t actually go anywhere, but I just mean to say that I am back on my blog. Unfortunately, I feel this entry will not be as exciting as some of you have hoped, seeing how I haven’t posted in over a week. I don’t know what it is, but I just don’t have anything to write about! This is a serious case of writer’s block, I tell ya. Though, I will share a funny story I heard over the weekend from a friend of mine.

For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while, do you remember the story of my most recent ex-boyfriend? I had made a post about him last June when we were still together (now deleted), and he found it (because I had put his full name in the entry and when you Google it, my blog came up on the search engine), along with several other girls who left me messages telling me that they were dating him too and that he was cheating on me (and them, of course). That was certainly the shock of my life, seeing how I was with him for 10 months and had spent my time and energy finding him an apartment when he returned from Japan.

Anyways, the point is, I became friends with two of the girls who were dating him, and they’re fun and amazing girls (who wouldn’t want to date them?). So, one particular friend of mine attended a big Jewish cocktail party on Saturday night, and while I was out, I received a text from her saying that our ex-boyfriend was there. Now note that she hadn’t seen him in a year, and considering the circumstances and the past events, imagine how awkward and mind boggling it would be to spot him at a party.

I suggested she go up and say something to him. I mean, that would have been her chance to let him know the emotional turmoil he put her through and really just…say it how it is. Anyways, later that night, I received a text saying that one of her friends went up to him and threw her drink all over him. AHHH!!! Seriously, it was a movie moment image in my head when I read that text. Imagine being at a big fancy gathering and seeing a man get drenched in someone else’s drink. That’s something I’ve never witnessed in person, though, I would have given anything to have been at that party to see the ex get doused in an alcoholic mixer.

Well, there you have it. My pointless little story that, for me, I find highly amusing. I really promise I’ll try to come up with something a little more engaging and stimulating for the mind…next time, folks, next time.

A Post from Divine Caroline

Posted by: clineek15 on: January 6, 2009

We’ve all been there. You know what I’m talking about. That emotional state where you can’t quite get the words out verbally, so you resort to writing down the anguish, the memories. I don’t really have an entry to write for today, so I thought I’d post a story I wrote and published a few years ago. It was the summer I went to Korea, and my boyfriend (now ex, of course) of two months had just sent me a break-up e-mail. My jaw dropped, and I was too shocked to even cry. There were no warning signs, no clues, not a hint that he wanted to break up. I was devastated and felt alone in a country that was completely foreign to me. My immediate entries were filled with so much hate and anger, but as time went on, I learned to let it go. It was during my time of understanding and realiziation that I wrote this story. With a clear mind and no hard feelings, I sat down at my computer and punched out this story in one sitting. I didn’t even edit it prior to submitting it. The only thing I’ve changed in the story for this entry are the names. Reading it now, I feel a little embarrassed about how big of a love fool I was back in the day. Well, I guess I still am, but I like to think I’ve changed and matured since then. Enjoy the story, and I’ll try to come up with a better entry for next time!

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Aside from Uno, I never was much of an avid card player. I could never hold the cards properly in my hand, fanned out in numerical order; however, the one aspect of cards that has always treated me well is matching pairs. I’ll contradict myself by telling you I don’t believe in luck but that I was lucky the day I drew a Queen of Hearts in Professor Park’s Korean class.

The Queen of Hearts I drew was not to complete a perfect hand in a card game but to find out who had drawn the other Queen of Hearts, making us partners for a skit. Now, initially, I never imagined we would have ended up as a pair outside of class, but I suppose funny little things do happen in life.

The story I’m about to tell is no Cinderella, but I like to think life granted me my own fairytale. Prior to drawing that Queen of Hearts, I had never talked to Glasses in class. So, considering we had never officially met or spoken, you can imagine the look on my face when he told me I was a narcissist: “You’re a narcissist, aren’t you?” were his exact words. I wasn’t sure if my habit of taking self pictures sickened him or if that was his awkward way of breaking the ice. I was also a bit stunned that he had actually perused through my Self-Pictures album on Facebook prior to us meeting, yet it was flattering at the same time.

I suppose the first day I met Glasses was the day I discovered his tendency to be blunt and honest. The very next day, I should have kept in mind his unusual way of greeting people and embraced myself tighter when he asked me if I had just woken up from a nap because “your face is swollen.” Once again, I was flabbergasted at his comment and even more so when he handed me a piece of dining hall cheesecake wrapped in a napkin. Though his remarks were direct, I never thought of him as rude. In fact, I found him strangely attractive since nobody had ever spoken to me with such force and straightforwardness. When I think about it, it would have felt even more awkward had he said something like, “You look nice today.” I’m not an expert when it comes to receiving compliments, so in a way, I’m glad he said those things because it now gives me something to look back upon and smile. Keep in mind that I was older than him by almost two years; though, seeing how Demi and Ashton have made “robbing the cradle” a trend today, I don’t think age makes too much of a difference.

We sometimes joked around about me being older, as I referred to myself as Mrs. Robinson while he thought of dating an older girl as “exotic.” I’m not quite sure what he meant by that, but Glasses did have a way with words, and he often made me swoon with his simple words of romance. At least, they were romantic to me, and there are days when I miss hearing his voice resonate in my ear. I miss many things, actually. I miss our midnight study breaks where we would rendezvous at the Charles and engage in semi-profound conversation, frolicking along the river. I miss the awkward moments when I would say something ridiculous and hear no comment as he stared blankly at me. I’ll never forget the first time he held out his hand, and instead of placing my hand in his, I gave him my wallet, thinking he was offering to carry it back for me. In utter humiliation, I quickly exchanged the wallet for my hand, and we walked back in silence, with the occasional whispered laugh escaping my lips.

Most of all, I miss our nights in the Shelton Hall study lounge where I would watch him study and feel as though my knowledge was expanding. As I watched him read, I knew he wasn’t thinking about me, and that’s what made my lips turn upward. It was comforting to know I was with someone who had so much passion for life and ambition to make a difference. In a way, watching him study so vigorously made me want to study, and his encouragement and constructive criticism and acknowledgement of all my flaws made me realize I could always do better: “Self-Actualize! Have no regrets” is what Glasses used to write on a piece of paper while we were studying and place in between the keys of my laptop. Every time I was tempted to be unproductive online or chat with friends, I would see that piece of paper staring at me from my keyboard, telling me to read my Chaucer. With Glasses, I felt productive, and only with him did I manage to finish an English paper two days before the deadline, as opposed to two hours.

In fact, when I had completed all the final editing touches to my paper, I had to convince myself that the words displayed on my computer screen were, in fact, there and ready for submission: it was surreal. Procrastination had failed to lure me into its trap that night, and I was able to overcome the feelings of laziness that had built up inside me over the years.

When I think back on that momentous evening, I can’t help but smile knowing that Glasses was right beside me, motivating me with his silence and occasional glances.

Sometimes, I think it’s healthy to let yourself miss certain things of the past, and even if you feel sad as you reminisce about them, it’s okay. Simply, let it be a reminder of how much those memories meant to you at the time and how they affect you in the present. Then, maybe one day you’ll realize there is no reason to be sad any longer.

First Entry of the New Year

Posted by: clineek15 on: January 5, 2009

Song of the Moment: Daniel Beddingfield – “If You’re Not the One”

I am back. A new year, a new entry. Happy 2009, everyone!

I hope everyone enjoyed the holidays. I certainly did. My brain was practically shut down for the past two weeks, and it was amazing. I came to work this morning forgetting how to work. I sat down at my desk and opened up a data sheet from my desktop and stared blankly as if it were my first day of work, and I hadn’t been trained yet. Plus, I then realized I had forgotten two of my most important data sheets at home, so clearly, my brain is still on vacation.

So what did I get for Christmas/B-Day (December 29)? I’ll name my two favorites: my new Canon Powershot IS SD1100 camera from my dad and a beautiful 14k white gold ring with diamonds embedded on the top, a gift from the bf. He surprised me with it right at midnight on New Year’s Day. I love it, though, I need to get it resized because it’s rolling around like crazy and may fall off my finger.

I’m not one to make New Year’s resolutions because I know I’ll never stick it it, but this year, I just have one. No, it’s not lose weight or be more responsible with my money (things I ought to do) but rather be more patient with people. In general, I am a very patient person, but lately, I’ve been getting very impatient over such trivial matters. I may not complain or make it known that I’m impatient, but inside, I’ll be fuming with anger. I need to stop that. The unnecessary stress and anger does no good for my health and well being. I’m trying to practice serenity. We’ll see how that goes.

Home in St. Louis was relaxing and just the kind of vacation I needed, a good dosage of family and friends. I’m glad my parents finally got to meet my boyfriend. My mom said he was not what she expected, and by that, she means it as a good thing. I think my parents are a little more relaxed now that they’ve met him face to face and were able to converse with him about their concerns. They just don’t want us to rush into anything. Good advice from any parents. We both need to study for grad school, so perhaps instead of spending our weekends going out, we must sacrifice and spend our time at the library studying. Oh boy. That’s going to be a tough transition.

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Today Is Just Another Day

Posted by: clineek15 on: December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas to all my family, friends, and faithful blog readers! I’m sorry I’ve been MIA and haven’t posted in a little while. I’ve been busy with traveling, my cousin’s wedding, and being home in St. Louis. The homelife has been so relaxing, I’m not sure I’ll know how to get my mind back into working mode. We’re surprisingly not celebrating Christmas today since my mother couldn’t make it up. Instead, we’ll celebrate Christmas on my birthday, which happens to be in four days.

It feels weird to be bumming around today not cooking a Christmas feast or opening Christmas presents. Instead, I’ve been rotting on my couch stuffing a Costco sized tin bucket of Belgium chocolate cookies while watching an assortment of TV shows and movies, ranging from Law and Order to the 1989 Batman. The pimple right under my nose is slowly getting bigger and bigger with every chocolate cookie I cram down my face. I’m trying to enlarge it to the point where it’ll be ready to pop. I swear, if I get another pimple under my nose in that dip above my lip, I’m going to start wearing surgeon masks 24/7. That has got to be the most inconvenient spot ever, especially right now since I have a cold and I’m constantly blowing my noise, which irriates the pimple and makes it redder and more tender. :(

Anyways, enjoy the holidays everybody! I plan on stuffing myself silly until the New Year.

Globalization=Princess Diana’s Death

Posted by: clineek15 on: December 11, 2008

Song of the Moment: Ben E. King – “Stand by Me”

What is the truest definition of Globalization?

Answer:
Princess Diana’s death.

How come?

Answer :
An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel, driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky (check the bottle before you change the spelling), followed closely by Italian Paparazzi on Japanese motorcycles; treated by an American doctor using Brazilian medicines.

This is sent to you by an American using Bill Gate’s technology, and you’re probably reading this on your computer that uses Taiwanese chips and a Korean monitor, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported by Indian lorry-drivers, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by Mexican illegals.

That, my friends, is Globalization.

I just thought I’d post another one of daddy’s e-mails. I could create a whole separate blog that simply has me copying and pasting interesting e-mails my father sends me. Haha.

Who Ever Knew a Kiss Could Cause Deafness?

Posted by: clineek15 on: December 10, 2008

Song of the Moment: Simon and Garfunkel – “The Sound of Silence”

Here’s an interesting article for the day, found on Yahoo news:

BEIJING (Reuters) – A young woman in southern China has partially lost her hearing after her boyfriend ruptured her eardrum during an excessively passionate kiss, local media reported Monday.

The 20-something girl from Zhuhai, in southern Guangdong province, went to hospital completely deaf in her left ear, the China Daily said, citing a report in a local newspaper.

“The kiss reduced pressure in the mouth, pulled the eardrum out and caused the breakdown of the ear,” the paper quoted a doctor surnamed Li from the hospital as saying.

The woman’s hearing would likely return to normal after about two months, Li said.

“While kissing is normally very safe, doctors advise people to proceed with caution,” the paper said.

Ok, so the only thing I can think about is the amount of drool that must have dripped into that poor woman’s ear. I mean, Q-tip away, but the slobber residue still remains. Nothing is worse than a sloppy kisser who slobbers and drools all over the place, not to mention, sucks out your ear drum and causes you to go deaf. Seriously, did this guy have his lips suctioned around her entire ear and then proceed to suck at it like a lollipop? Whatever the case, I sure hope the girl kicked him in the groin and dumped his sad loser butt and gave him a sign language we all understand, one that involves a finger, particularly the one in the middle of your hand.

It’s Finally Winter in Boston

Posted by: clineek15 on: December 8, 2008

Song of the Moment: Bobby Darin – “Dreamlover”

It’s colder than a witch’s boob in a brass brassiere out there, folks. This morning, weather.com said it felt like 0 degrees. I went out to start my car and started freaking out when I put it in reverse and it wouldn’t move. I tried to apply pressure to the gas pedal, but all my car did was make this loud weezing sound and produce a dark cloud of black smoke. It then occurred to me that my car’s engine was most likely frozen like cow meat in the freezer room. Thus, I waited a good ten minutes to warm up my car before it would move. I can already tell my car is going to be a stubborn little sucker this winter.

I really don’t have much else to talk about on this mundane Monday. I hope everybody had a relaxing weekend. I certainly did…hardly did much is what I mean to say. Though, I actually did some reading. Yes, it’s incredibly surprising, I know. I started The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It’s quite good, not to mention a good exercise for my idle brain. I think this is the first time I’ve read anything from a book since I graduated college. I kid you not. I mean, I read the news online, but to actually sit down (or in my case, lie down on my bed like a beached whale) and read a book, it’s been quite a while. I can’t even honestly say I read all my books during college. Haha.

On a random note, I have the two largest pimples I think I’ve ever had in my entire life of having pimple issues. One is smack in the middle of my cheek and the other one is oh-so-conveniently located right under my left eyebrow. They’re so large, they actually look like gangly warts. I totally look like a leper right now. I’m tempted to wrap the left side of my face in my pashmina and only reveal the right side of my face. No, that’s not weird. What are you talking about? I see people do it all the time…err, yeah. o_O?

OLD PEOPLE SHOULDN’T DRIVE IF THEY CAN NOT MAINTAIN SAFETY ON THE ROAD. I was walking in the Shaw’s parking lot and this old man backed up into me without looking in his rear view mirror, or if he did, he certainly didn’t care that I was walking right behind his car. The back of his car hit my hip and I lost my balance and fell to the ground. I’m not the type to keep my purse zipped closed, so when I fell, the contents of my purse came spilling out. In my mind, I was like…”WHAT THE EFF!” The old man didn’t even get out of the car. He rolled down his window, and in a very quiet and unconcerned tone of voice, he goes, “I’m so sorry, miss, are ya alright? I didn’t see ya there.” I wanted to respond by saying “You’re old and blind and go seek shelter in assisted living,” but I refrained by being rude. I picked up my belongings and brushed myself off and told the old bum I was okay. I told him he shouldn’t back up so quickly in parking lots, even if it looks like the coast is clear.

I’m not even upset that the old man hit me! The fact that I fell down and lost my balance like a big loser is what embarrassed me. It didn’t help that my purse threw up on the pavement as well. UGH.

People, old and young, please execute safe backing up skills when leaving a parking lot. PLEASE! For all that stupid man knows, I could fake hip pain and sue his silly butt. He’s lucky I’m nice and didn’t really that much. Geez.

My Summer As a CUTCO Representative

Posted by: clineek15 on: December 2, 2008

Song of the Moment: Nickelback – “Gotta Be Somebody”

It’s funny to think that my first job out of highschool was selling knives, CUTCO knives to be exact. I’m sure most of you know exactly what I’m talking about. The summer after I graduated highschool, I was bumming around the house when I got a letter from Vector Marketing Company. At the time, I wanted to enter BU as a marketing major, so when I saw that letter, I was uber excited. Little did I know what I was getting myself into…the world of knives. When I walked in on our first training day, I couldn’t believe we were “knife salesmen”. I just remember how enthusiastic and lively our team leader was as he trained us and went through our manuals with us. The thing with this job, for those that don’t know, is that you set your own goals and schedule. This wasn’t a 9-5 type of job. You set up, what they call, “demos” with the clients and actually go to their houses and show them the knives and their abilities.

I remember starting off my demos with family first and my friends’ family. That gave me practice and established a sort of comfort level as I gave the demonstration and speech on the purpose of each knife. From there, I’d get five references after each demo, and it’d branch off from there. Our company usually expected us to do at least five demos a day, but there were days I scheduled eight to ten. I’d start as early as 8am and end around 9pm. Of course, I got people who weren’t home when they said they’d be home or the ones that asked me to leave after only a few minutes of describing my job and purpose.

I must say, though, it was a fun job. I became an expert on CUTCO knives and other accessories. Out of pity, my parents even bought an entire knife set from me, and it happily sits in our kitchen. I’ll never forget a couple of the demos I did for my clients. One involved me showing how well a tomato slicer could cut through a coarse piece of rope in one slice. I accidentally cut my finger in the process and the amount of blood that started gushing was obscene. It’s almost like the lady didn’t know what to do because a bandaid wasn’t exactly going to be of any service to me. The cut wasn’t even deep, but I’m a heavy bleeder. I remember she had me run my hand under some cold water in her sink and she grabbed a cloth and wrapped it around my thumb. The whole time I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even speak. With that said, she did not purchase any knives from me that day. Boo hoo. Another ridiculous instance? CUTCO has these pair of scissors calls Super Shears, and they’re heavy duty scissors that can separate into two pieces for easy cleaning. Anyways, these scissors are so strong they can cut through a penny. As part of our demo, we show the customer how they work. Now, as I was cutting through the edge of the penny, I must have underestimated my strength because, all of a sudden, the sliver of penny snapped off and flew into the air and hit my client right under her eye. It was one of those moments where everything froze in time, including me with the scissors in my hand. I looked at the penny, looked at my scissors, then looked at my client only to find her staring at me incredibly upset. She didn’t wish to see any more of the demonstration and asked me to leave. Go figure.

I even went to a CUTCO convention in Chicago with my team, and there, we attended an awards ceremony for the people who sold a crazy amount of knives within the two-week push period. This one girl managed to sell around 150k-200k worth of knives and sets within two weeks. With every demo, not only do you get paid $15, you also get a 10% commission for what you sell. This girl was 16 years old and made like 15k in two weeks. How crazy!

I just remember this job made me realize I’m not completely inept when it comes to dealing with people (minus those few not-so-wonderful demos). Because I knew the product and had faith in its performance, I was confident during every demonstration I did for my clients. That was a good feeling. It’s not everyday you have the luxury to feel 100% confident in what you do.

I still use my CUTCO knives to this day, and I wouldn’t use any other product. They’re amazing. Unfortunately, they’re not sold in stores, nor can you buy them online. You can go to the CUTCO website, but if you wish to purchase them, they have a representative (like me) come to your house and show you, in person, how incredible they are.

Yay CUTCO! :)

There’s No Such Thing As “Private” Online

Posted by: clineek15 on: November 25, 2008

Scene of the Moment: Bridget Jones’ Diary - my favorite scene where Mark Darcy declares his feelings for Bridget

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always kept some sort of diary or journal where I wrote down my thoughts and events of the day. When I was eight years old, I won a little Lisa Frank (I think it was Lisa Frank) hard cover diary with the little lock and key at my school’s raffle contest. It was purple and had a picture of a little kitten on the front. I remember feeling so empowered, holding my very own diary that could be locked and kept private from the rest of the world. I started writing in it that very day, and I believe the first thing I wrote in it was, “I’m a chunky brownie compared to my skinny stick friends.” What a way to start my diary, eh? I filled up that little diary within a month and then stashed it away in a hidden drawer in my room.

When I was in highschool, I stumbled upon my neglected purple diary and attempted to open it for old time’s sake, but I didn’t have the key. The diary was locked. I had to pry it open with all my might and just ended up ripping the front hard cover, but re-reading my thoughts as a child really made me laugh and miss my younger days. I would love to go back home and find the journals I kept during highschool and re-read them. The content mainly consists of my highschool crushes, me hating my life as a teenager, feeling the pressure of college, and the drama I used to have with my friends….such trivial matters, huh?

I’m thinking about keeping a written journal again, old fashioned style. Even though I have “private” entries on my blog, anything I post to the internet is never really private. I just have to motivate myself to handwrite my entries. Seeing how I can type 115 words per minute, I might find hand writing my entries tedious. Also, I lose interest and my train of thought after a short period of time, which is why I like to type. I can get all my thoughts down quickly without them fading away.

But in all honesty, I have some thoughts that I would never type up or post online, no matter how privatized my settings are…haha, those are the type of things I need to write down and lock away in a safe. The things I wrote in my journals throughout highschool are pretty offensive. My language, the content, the insults…haha, YOU HAVE NO IDEA how mean I can be. But that’s what diaries are for, aren’t they? I need to have a way to channel my anger and frustrations. Writing has always been my mode of venting. Perhaps I’ll stop by the bookstore and pick myself up a brand new leather journal so I can have that to hide my deepest secrets…

A Little Bit of Word Play for the Day!

Posted by: clineek15 on: November 24, 2008

Song of the Moment: Oliver James – “The Greatest Story Ever Told”

My dad sent me this e-mail, and I thought I’d just copy and paste it right into this entry. As an English major and someone who loves word play, I found this e-mail highly amusing. I hope you find as much humor in it as I do and also acknowledge how difficult it must be for foreigners to learn English! Ay carrumba…

1.) The bandage was wound around the wound.
2.) The farm was used to produce produce.
3.) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
4.) We must polish the Polish furniture.
5.) He could lead if he would get the lead out.
6.) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7.) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.
8.) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
9.) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10.) I did not object to the object.
11.) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
12.) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
13.) They were too close to the door to close it.
14.) The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15.) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
16.) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
17.) The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
18.) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.
19.) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
20.) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

Let’s face it – English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth, beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which, an alarm goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

PS. – Why doesn’t ‘Buick’ rhyme with ‘quick’ ?

You lovers of the English language might enjoy this .

There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is ‘UP.’

It’s easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP ? At a meeting, why does a topic come UP ? Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election and why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report ?

We call UP our friends. And we use it to brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver; we warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car. At other times the little word has real special meaning. People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing, but to be dressed UP is special.

And this UP is confusing: A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night.

We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP! To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of UP, look the word UP in the dictionary. In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes UP almost 1/4th of the page and can add UP to about thirty definitions. If you are UP to it, you might try building a list of the many ways UP is used. It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don’t give UP, you may wind UP with a hundred or more. When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP . When the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP…

When it rains, it wets the earth and often messes things UP.

When it doesn’t rain for awhile, things dry UP.

One could go on and on, but I’ll wrap it UP, for now my time is UP, so…it is time to shut UP!

Oh…one more thing:

What is the first thing you do in the morning & the last thing you do at night? U-P (haha, get it? YOU PEE!)

I Just HAD to Put Up These Pictures!

Posted by: clineek15 on: November 21, 2008

Ok, I just couldn’t resist putting up these pictures! Haha. For those who have been reading my entries religiously, do you remember me talking about how I joke about being a narcissist, and I posted that entry a while back with a plethora of pictures I took of myself? Then, at the end of that entry, I promised I’d post up pictures that weren’t exactly very flattering? Well, here you go! I won’t delay any longer. I’m hoping these pictures will add a little laughter into your Friday afternoon and hopefully not give you nightmares tonight.

So, this first set of pictures are the “normal” ones, the ones I take to myself look better than I actually do in real life.

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Now, be prepared for this set of pictures. I just want you all to know I didn’t use any photoshopping or face warping features to make myself look like this. It’s just me being me. I took these my junior year of college in a study lounge with plenty of people around me to witness the horrifying process of me taking these pictures. Each face was usually accompanied by a ghastly sound effect…haha. Enjoy!!

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Grease Me Up Baby!

Posted by: clineek15 on: November 21, 2008

Song of the Moment: Grease 2 – “Cool Rider”

Grease 1 and Grease 2 will forever be my favorite musicals of all time. I am not ashamed to say that for two or three consecutive summers as a kid, I watched those movies every single day. No, not every other day, EVERY SINGLE DAY. I knew both movies line by line, verbatim. I used to sing along to every single song and dance in front of the television. It was all good times, aside from the fact that I forced my two cousins to endure the torture with me. They used to live with me during the summers, and I bet before arriving to St. Louis, they would pray to God that I wouldn’t go through my Grease attack. Too bad their prayers did them no good. I made them sit through those movies every single day. I think it’s safe to say I’ve traumatized them. Everytime I bring up Grease, they cringe and try to forget the horrific memories of me singing along to “Grease Lightning” grabbing my crotch and thrusting it the way John Travolta and his gang did in the movie.

It’s funny how, at the age of 7, I never understood all the sexual innuendos that were in the movie, but now, I watch it and think, “oh gosh…is this really for children”? I should go through the list of movies I watched as a child and re-watch them to see if I pick up on any innuendos that I’d understand now as an adult. HAHA…adult. Well, you know what I mean. I’m totally still a child on the inside. Don’t let my exterior fool you.

Anyways, it’s Friday again folks! And next week is Thanksgiving. How exciting. I can’t wait to dive my face into the turkey head first and eat it from the inside out. By the end of dinner, I expect to be covered in turkey meat and stuffing with a little bit of cranberry sauce splatterd on my hair. I don’t hold back when it comes to a really good meal. :)

The Hot with the Hot, Ugly with the Ugly?

Posted by: clineek15 on: November 20, 2008

Song of the Moment: Rui Veloso – “Nunca me Esqueci de Ti”

Do you think it’s true what some people say about hot people having hot friends and ugly people having ugly friends? I know it’s a very broad topic, but I’ve been doing some observation over the past few months, and from my findings, I suppose it is very true that the good looking people hang out with other good looking people. Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I’m basing this on what society considers “good looking”. I often question when good looking people hang out with not so good looking people. Do they do it knowing that they’re better looking than their friends so they’ll stand out and be noticed? On the flip side, when I see a not so good looking person hanging out with a crowd of beautiful people, I immediately think he or she must either be incredibly smart, have a lot of money, or be the son or daughter of a rich and famous person. It’s terrible of me, isn’t it?

I guess that’s just life, and people tend to stick with other people who are like them. Afterall, how can you be friends with someone when there are no common ties or similar interests? I don’t know. Any thoughts?

R.I.P Classmate I Never Really Knew

Posted by: clineek15 on: November 17, 2008

Song of the Moment: Cho Eun – “Sad Love Song”

A classmate from my highschool passed away on Friday. I don’t know how, but I got an e-mail from one of my classmates who is a coordinator of the alumni department at my highschool, and it was a notification of his death. I don’t know why I’m so overwhelmed with sadness. I never knew him personally, but because my class was so small, we’d all known each other since middle school. He had been in a few of my classes throughout the years, and I always thought he seemed like a nice guy. I suppose death is tragic for everyone. Think of how people get sad over the death of celebrities, people we never even knew aside from the big screen.

It’s just sad that he was only 24 years old, and life is over for him. I mean, IT’S OVER. He won’t have the luxury of waking up tomorrow to another dreadful work day or to the joy of an eventful weekend. To think that death could happen to us at any moment really makes me think twice about the things I do and don’t do in life. Although I don’t believe in the saying, “live life like there’s no tomorrow,” to a certain extent, I do think everyone should cherish each and every day our lungs pump oxygen through our bodies. I can’t imagine not waking up tomorrow…what a dreadful thought.

Gosh, I don’t know what else to say today. It’s just too sad to talk about anything else right now. Hopefully I’ll be back tomorrow with my jolly attitude.