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SUNDAY
I bought a steel-boned corset. It is my new favorite thing in the whole world.
MONDAY-
I have a monster crush on my Public Speaking professor. The guy has a PhD in Rhetoric. What!? Who goes to school for ten years for Rhetoric? This guy does. He lets us call him by his first name, but I cant because Im in love with him. Its so surreal to have such a compelling speaker in my classroom speaking to me (well us). He caresses me with his words and I swoon. Not to mention, he has the sweetest little Southern accent and he calls me (well us) sweetheart sometimes. I love him all to pieces and I look forward to that class all week.
TUESDAY
I felt the sickness coming. I ignored it.
WEDNESDAY-
I woke at 6 in the am to ready myself for the longest day evar. College Algebra. Math is frustrating to me. Im a words person. When I put them next to each other, they make sense. When something isnt right with them, I can tell right away and I know exactly how to fix it. If only I could say the same for numbers. I always execute the property properly, but I always end up mixing up some sign or transposing some number. Its infuriating for me and frustrating for my awesome professor. He gave me a stern talking to about paying attention to detail. I was annoyed, but I know he meant well. So I swallowed my snark.
After that madness, I went to Avon Global Headquarters to do some volunteer work. My nose was drooling and I felt miserable. My work was slow and subpar. Thankfully, they felt sorry for my sickly ass and sent me on my way. Unfortunately, I still had two more classes to do.
I decided to skip Italian class because I was nervous about my speech. I had to give a two and a half minute long informational speech on the topic of my choice for Public Speaking. I was originally going to do it on the SPCAs Operation Baghdad Pups, but after Sundays purchase, I decided a change of course was necessary. I did my speech on the history of corsets and contemporary corsetry. I also WORE IT TO CLASS! Everyone gasped. It was fantastic. I nailed the shit out of that speech.
I sped off home to refresh my face and head to the concert of a lifetime. CombiChrist. I am in love with Andy LaPlegua. I want to have babies with him and I dont even want kids! Anyway, Im getting away from myself. The show was great. I wore my corset; it looked O-some (of course). I danced and stomped and screamed and threw up the rock fist and crashed as soon as I got home. 6 am to 2am. Im hardcore.
THURSDAY-
I would like to retract my previous assertion of hardcore-ness. I am an old lady. I usually go to bed at ten. I barely made it to Intro to Visual Merchandising. I got to sleep at 2am and the class starts at 8am and I hate it. This class is like show and tell for grownups. I hate it. So I had to buy all this crap and place it in this box to visually represent fruit. I decided on the Garden of Eden because I wanted an A that I didnt have to think for. I hate that class. I dont want to blow all my cash on bullshit props to put in boxes. I want to learn about the elements of visual merchandising. Fucking dammit, man! To make things worse, I destroyed my voice the night before. I had nothing. I was down to a whisper.
It was pretty pathetic; I cant even be mad at work folks for laughing at me. I sounded like a really sad mouse. However, I thank them for sending me home early. I skipped Writing Composition which, by the way, is no longer the bane of my existence. Sleeeeeep
FRIDAY
Interview at TopShop. I nailed it. I was worried because it was a group interview and Id never done one before. It was actually really fun! They assessed my styling acumen, my knowledge of the brand, my understanding of TopShops needs as an employer and my ability to think on my feet with games! I think I did really well and I should hear back within two weeks. I was way too much to do to agonize, but Im sure I fit it in there somewhere.
Work was challenging, my voice was slightly back but by the end of my shift it was gone. So back to the NyQuil, tea and sleep.
SATURDAY-
I slept until I had to go to work. My voice was still shredded by the end of the day, but I made it through the shift otherwise unscathed. Dropped a NyQuil and hit the sack.
SUNDAY
I bought a steel-boned corset. It is my new favorite thing in the whole world.
MONDAY-
I have a monster crush on my Public Speaking professor. The guy has a PhD in Rhetoric. What!? Who goes to school for ten years for Rhetoric? This guy does. He lets us call him by his first name, but I cant because Im in love with him. Its so surreal to have such a compelling speaker in my classroom speaking to me (well us). He caresses me with his words and I swoon. Not to mention, he has the sweetest little Southern accent and he calls me (well us) sweetheart sometimes. I love him all to pieces and I look forward to that class all week.
TUESDAY
I felt the sickness coming. I ignored it.
WEDNESDAY-
I woke at 6 in the am to ready myself for the longest day evar. College Algebra. Math is frustrating to me. Im a words person. When I put them next to each other, they make sense. When something isnt right with them, I can tell right away and I know exactly how to fix it. If only I could say the same for numbers. I always execute the property properly, but I always end up mixing up some sign or transposing some number. Its infuriating for me and frustrating for my awesome professor. He gave me a stern talking to about paying attention to detail. I was annoyed, but I know he meant well. So I swallowed my snark.
After that madness, I went to Avon Global Headquarters to do some volunteer work. My nose was drooling and I felt miserable. My work was slow and subpar. Thankfully, they felt sorry for my sickly ass and sent me on my way. Unfortunately, I still had two more classes to do.
I decided to skip Italian class because I was nervous about my speech. I had to give a two and a half minute long informational speech on the topic of my choice for Public Speaking. I was originally going to do it on the SPCAs Operation Baghdad Pups, but after Sundays purchase, I decided a change of course was necessary. I did my speech on the history of corsets and contemporary corsetry. I also WORE IT TO CLASS! Everyone gasped. It was fantastic. I nailed the shit out of that speech.
I sped off home to refresh my face and head to the concert of a lifetime. CombiChrist. I am in love with Andy LaPlegua. I want to have babies with him and I dont even want kids! Anyway, Im getting away from myself. The show was great. I wore my corset; it looked O-some (of course). I danced and stomped and screamed and threw up the rock fist and crashed as soon as I got home. 6 am to 2am. Im hardcore.
THURSDAY-
I would like to retract my previous assertion of hardcore-ness. I am an old lady. I usually go to bed at ten. I barely made it to Intro to Visual Merchandising. I got to sleep at 2am and the class starts at 8am and I hate it. This class is like show and tell for grownups. I hate it. So I had to buy all this crap and place it in this box to visually represent fruit. I decided on the Garden of Eden because I wanted an A that I didnt have to think for. I hate that class. I dont want to blow all my cash on bullshit props to put in boxes. I want to learn about the elements of visual merchandising. Fucking dammit, man! To make things worse, I destroyed my voice the night before. I had nothing. I was down to a whisper.
It was pretty pathetic; I cant even be mad at work folks for laughing at me. I sounded like a really sad mouse. However, I thank them for sending me home early. I skipped Writing Composition which, by the way, is no longer the bane of my existence. Sleeeeeep
FRIDAY
Interview at TopShop. I nailed it. I was worried because it was a group interview and Id never done one before. It was actually really fun! They assessed my styling acumen, my knowledge of the brand, my understanding of TopShops needs as an employer and my ability to think on my feet with games! I think I did really well and I should hear back within two weeks. I was way too much to do to agonize, but Im sure I fit it in there somewhere.
Work was challenging, my voice was slightly back but by the end of my shift it was gone. So back to the NyQuil, tea and sleep.
SATURDAY-
I slept until I had to go to work. My voice was still shredded by the end of the day, but I made it through the shift otherwise unscathed. Dropped a NyQuil and hit the sack.
Also, bearfight.
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
raziel666:
YEA!FOR THE NEW JOB!
chriztian:
That is awesome, congrats!