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Name: Fillthee
Gender: Female
Interests: music. photography. snowboarding. cooking. Hello Kitty, Keroppi, & Chococat. psychological thrillers. blood and gore. poetry. talking to strangers. traveling. NYC. goth. piercings. gauging.
Expertise: violin. field hockey. horror/survival adventure PS2 games.
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Member Since:
4/28/2005
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| On Facebook, I was invited to a VSA event titled "VSA Summer Activities- W.W.I - WATER WARS 1". It consisted of VSA officers, members, and friends heading out to Sycamore Park and just violating each other with water guns and water balloons. Having other things to do, I decided not to go. While talking to my friend Alvin, I decided to bring it up... but not really. Look below:
Me (9:34:04 PM): sup buddy "Alvin Limbo" (9:34:25 PM): nothing "Alvin Limbo" (9:34:30 PM): just keeping preoccupied "Alvin Limbo" (9:34:31 PM): you?? Me (9:34:38 PM): listening to music and studying "Alvin Limbo" (9:34:43 PM): how goes that... Me (9:34:45 PM): how were the water sports earlier? haha "Alvin Limbo" (9:34:54 PM): hella fun!
Me (9:39:33 PM): oh btw i love how u said that "hella fun" when i asked how were water sports Me (9:39:44 PM):  "Alvin Limbo" (9:40:49 PM): lol "Alvin Limbo" (9:40:53 PM): why? "Alvin Limbo" (9:40:53 PM): =] "Alvin Limbo" (9:41:01 PM): it was "Alvin Limbo" (9:41:02 PM): hahaha "Alvin Limbo" (9:41:29 PM): omgosh "Alvin Limbo" (9:41:30 PM): damn you
"Alvin Limbo" (9:41:31 PM): lol
"Alvin Limbo" (9:46:13 PM): this is what you do instead of studying Me (9:49:08 PM): now u start to wonder why the water was so warm? | | |
| Yesterday while tabling for club field hockey, we got 5 freshmen girls to sign up. Only 3 look promising, though.
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Today at work, my manager Catherine, coworker Hilland, and I walked across campus to MU, Hart, and Hutch to do walk-throughs in the computer labs. We basically check out every inch of the facilities to see what needs to be fixed or cleaned. It's usually a lot of extra cleaning that the Computer Room Consultants fail to do. Therefore, the tabletops, computers, chairs, window sills, are FILTHY. I take notes on everything and then correspond with the appropriate people to make sure that these problems get taken care of. If it's anything major, then I log it into our work forum. If minor, I just bitch at the CRC through an email or email their manager/supervisor. That is my job: Facilities Coordiator for Academic Technology Services.
In Hutch basement, Computer Lab Management has taken out all the old Dell PC's and switched them up with new Dell's with wide screen monitors. It's looking pretty sweet. Too bad I'm not a design student or taking English classes b/c I never have classes in the computer classrooms in Hutch.
Interesting place to nap on campus.
Trailing behind Hilland and Catherine.
Complaining about how dirty the wall under the CRC counter in Hart is. It looks white in this photo, but believe me, it is NOT. Nothing some Mr. Clean Magic Eraser won't clean.
This is how I looked today. Walking around in my shades and with my clipboard.
One of the Hutch classrooms
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I came home from work today and look where I found my ball of fur. In a water bottle box in Erlinda's room. He was sleeping there for a while. I slapped him around a bit but he continued to sleep. He didn't wake up until he heard me open up a can of cat food in the kitchen. Then, I heard his little collar bell ring as he hurried out of Erlinda's room into the kitchen.
The little grey cat came around through the back again. I let him in and tried to feed him the wet cat food, but Mookie got to it first. When the grey cat say Mookie, he started hissing, growling, and snorting like a pig. It's pretty entertaining. All the while, my cat just stares at the other cat and totally ignores it. He then walks past the other cat so he can get to the freshly opened can of Chicken Dinner Pate. Hm... I hear hissing again. Will there be a cat fight? My money is on Mookie.
Lately, there have been FLIES buzzing around my apartment. It's pretty damn disgusting. I'm forced to kill at least 5 a day. I have closed all windows in the apartment to try and see if that's where they were coming in from. There are currently 8 flies trapped in the window right in front of my desk. I wonder how long it's going to be before they all drop dead.
Current Thoughts: I wish I could be in two place at once. I miss my boyfriend. I hate people who IM me every time I come online or back from away, and it's not just one person.
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| Another juvenile poem that made me laugh at how silly I was (or still am):
I haven't written poems in a very long time And this kinda sounds corny because it rhymes I tried to express how deep my love is Without sounding like this was written by a kid So bear with me dear and know that I tried To pack all my emotions into a poem this size And I'm not even done with what I have to say Because then this poem would be more than a page It would be several notebooks, textbooks, and more It would go off the table and roll out my bedroom door This poem would be so massive, touching and great That when you read it, you'd never need to masturbate You'd feel loved, cherished, and adored because this poem will flatter you hardcore So when you're blue and your confidence is low Read this poem in case you didnt know That.... - Fillthee | | |
| When I can taste and breathe you in No words can describe how I feel, Dreams come true and walls burn down As I open my heart to what is real.
My arms and my legs shudder and drain of blood as my heart speeds within When you're held close in my embrace, And our love is the only sin. - Fillthee Just something I found in my poem archive. Written several years ago. | | |
| My manager is not in for the third day in a row. With all of my usual daily tasks done (check email, read updates on work forum, update work forum), I am now at leisure. I've already eaten everything that can be eaten in my back pack. Facebook has been checked 5+ times. I'm left to venture to my Xanga and see what's been going on.
Back in high school, I used to update my xanga almost daily. I love going back into older blogs and reading about the good or bad. Nowdays, I've neglected xanga so much that I don't know who the blogger is anymore. Just who am I? My blog has become nothing but sporadic rants about how hopeless or lost I feel. I guess this is where I shout out peronal thoughts and feelings to the world and hope that someone, someday will put in a penny or two of advice.
This is why I've kept this Xanga for so long and I'm not willing to give up on it yet.
SO...
My name is __ ___. I'm now in California for college and no longer a New Jerseyan. I'm still at college because I am doing summer school in order to bring up my GPA and prove to my dean that I am worthy of an engineering education. Once I complete that, I can peacefully go back home to NJ for a month and just catch up on time lost with my family.
Manager is back in the cubicle. I have to get back to work. Teehee.
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