2am and I'm still awake writing this song
If I get it all down on paper it's no longer
Inside of me threating the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them however you want to
Everything's okay now.
@_@
But my god it's so beautiful when the boy smiles
6.19.2005
My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know fo sho
But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me walk out the door
Don't try to fight the feeling
Cause the thought alone
Is killing me right now
Thank God for Mom and Dad
For sticking two together
Cause we don't know how
Oh, man. Oh man oh man oh man.
I live in a house made of histronic and codependant tendencies. I live in a house of liars. I don't mind, really. I do mind when my advice isn't taken and then the predictable events occur. We'll see, though, right? Is that what you're trying to convince yourself of?
It's difficult to watch them all fumble around when I stand on solid ground. Helping them is like dancing. Hold my arms just so. Bend, turn, pose. They're flat on their own ass frequently. Pretending that they aren't. Denying. Denial. Ignoring. Ignorance.
Ad infinitum.
I don't... look down on them. It's like watching an animal try to undo the locks on their cage...
You think you've got it
Oh you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it
Till there's nothing at all
We get together
Oh we get together
But separate's always better
When there's feelings involved
If what they say is "Nothing is forever,"
Then what makes
Then what makes
Then what makes
Then what makes
Then what makes
Love the exception?
So why oh why oh
Why oh why oh why oh
Are we so in denial
When we know we're not happy here?
Sometimes I sit here, thinking to myself, why do they trust me. Why not themselves.
Why are they so unsure? As if they believe that the ground could fall away beneath their feet at any moment, and every step is to be taken so lightly.
I told her I'm adding a hint of irony to the stewing pot of bullshit. I play these songs whose lyrics sit around this post. I hear furious, fluttery typing. I know I'm going to be getting a mouthful.
Let's see what else festers.
Footsteps are lightly taken
But hurrying anyway
The thunder like a lion's roar
Prompts a dispersion
What's going on?
That's right
The rain's coming
I really hate the rain
I wanted to stay here a little longer
In the instant when the pleasant sensation was changed
When the lion made me hurry
It was obvious
No
Annoying
It's gonna rain
Has the rain erased his alibi?
Did he already forget?
Is this all the two of us will become?
Let's make all of this the rain's fault
As for calls from him
Nothing nothing
And lessons from the rain too
Nothing nothing
If my mind would change
Like the weather in England
That would be a relief
But it's the opposite
It's gonna rain
Because she loves me so
And this I know fo sho
But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me walk out the door
Don't try to fight the feeling
Cause the thought alone
Is killing me right now
Thank God for Mom and Dad
For sticking two together
Cause we don't know how
Oh, man. Oh man oh man oh man.
I live in a house made of histronic and codependant tendencies. I live in a house of liars. I don't mind, really. I do mind when my advice isn't taken and then the predictable events occur. We'll see, though, right? Is that what you're trying to convince yourself of?
It's difficult to watch them all fumble around when I stand on solid ground. Helping them is like dancing. Hold my arms just so. Bend, turn, pose. They're flat on their own ass frequently. Pretending that they aren't. Denying. Denial. Ignoring. Ignorance.
Ad infinitum.
I don't... look down on them. It's like watching an animal try to undo the locks on their cage...
You think you've got it
Oh you think you've got it
But got it just don't get it
Till there's nothing at all
We get together
Oh we get together
But separate's always better
When there's feelings involved
If what they say is "Nothing is forever,"
Then what makes
Then what makes
Then what makes
Then what makes
Then what makes
Love the exception?
So why oh why oh
Why oh why oh why oh
Are we so in denial
When we know we're not happy here?
Sometimes I sit here, thinking to myself, why do they trust me. Why not themselves.
Why are they so unsure? As if they believe that the ground could fall away beneath their feet at any moment, and every step is to be taken so lightly.
I told her I'm adding a hint of irony to the stewing pot of bullshit. I play these songs whose lyrics sit around this post. I hear furious, fluttery typing. I know I'm going to be getting a mouthful.
Let's see what else festers.
Footsteps are lightly taken
But hurrying anyway
The thunder like a lion's roar
Prompts a dispersion
What's going on?
That's right
The rain's coming
I really hate the rain
I wanted to stay here a little longer
In the instant when the pleasant sensation was changed
When the lion made me hurry
It was obvious
No
Annoying
It's gonna rain
Has the rain erased his alibi?
Did he already forget?
Is this all the two of us will become?
Let's make all of this the rain's fault
As for calls from him
Nothing nothing
And lessons from the rain too
Nothing nothing
If my mind would change
Like the weather in England
That would be a relief
But it's the opposite
It's gonna rain
6.15.2005
My jobs have ended; the first and second jobs I had in Seattle. The Lawyer family wants me to come back next school year, which I'm perfectly fine with, unless someone offers me more money. I've taken on the role of household manager with them, essentially. I run the house while they're gone and make sure everything's kosher for their return home. Household managers get paid more. Hmm.
And G, the only kid, the awesome kid, got me potted Fuschias which is just freaking awesome. And I have a yard that I can plant them in. I also got a bonus added on; $100 for three hours of work. None of my checks bounced, and I have some spending money for these three days I have off until I start my work with E&E. Good times all round.
Starting my new job with those kids next Tuesday. I will be working with them full days Tuesday, Thursday and Friday (about 20 hours). I'll be making $1050 a month with them, which is subtantially more than I had been making.
I also am going to be getting a call from a woman I've had two interviews with who's basically hinted to me that I'm perfect for the job and she just needs to make sure that she's not missing out on someone better. This job will also be giving me the infant experience I need to be a real, professional nanny.
Her son is awesome and loves Japanese and I'm really excited for this job as well. With her, it's going to be maybe 5 hours each week to come in, hang out, impart my knowledge of the awesomeness of Japan, whip up a little ramen and then pat their heads and skip away into the sunset. That's going to add on an extra $230 a month, so I'll be making $1280, and not even working 30 hours a week. Everything's falling into place, thank the universe.
In other news, I'm taking summer classes (online only) and testing out of Japanese 101 and then finishing up my AA degree in Fall quarter with 2 5-cred classes that will also be the last of my requirements. So I'll have my AA, and a half-year off to save up money and write write write write, and then starting Fall semester, I'll be at the UW.
I've decided that I really want to pursue this Japanese thing, and translate. Maybe even translate novels! :O So I'll be double majoring in English and Japanese at the UW the same time my mum's there for Architecture, which she's finally setting her sights on for good. I'm so glad she's figured things out as well. <3
Everything's getting better. o_o Ash comes home soon. Nick's moved in. Pam and Tony aren't breaking up after all. Everyone has a job. Woooooo~
And G, the only kid, the awesome kid, got me potted Fuschias which is just freaking awesome. And I have a yard that I can plant them in. I also got a bonus added on; $100 for three hours of work. None of my checks bounced, and I have some spending money for these three days I have off until I start my work with E&E. Good times all round.
Starting my new job with those kids next Tuesday. I will be working with them full days Tuesday, Thursday and Friday (about 20 hours). I'll be making $1050 a month with them, which is subtantially more than I had been making.
I also am going to be getting a call from a woman I've had two interviews with who's basically hinted to me that I'm perfect for the job and she just needs to make sure that she's not missing out on someone better. This job will also be giving me the infant experience I need to be a real, professional nanny.
Her son is awesome and loves Japanese and I'm really excited for this job as well. With her, it's going to be maybe 5 hours each week to come in, hang out, impart my knowledge of the awesomeness of Japan, whip up a little ramen and then pat their heads and skip away into the sunset. That's going to add on an extra $230 a month, so I'll be making $1280, and not even working 30 hours a week. Everything's falling into place, thank the universe.
In other news, I'm taking summer classes (online only) and testing out of Japanese 101 and then finishing up my AA degree in Fall quarter with 2 5-cred classes that will also be the last of my requirements. So I'll have my AA, and a half-year off to save up money and write write write write, and then starting Fall semester, I'll be at the UW.
I've decided that I really want to pursue this Japanese thing, and translate. Maybe even translate novels! :O So I'll be double majoring in English and Japanese at the UW the same time my mum's there for Architecture, which she's finally setting her sights on for good. I'm so glad she's figured things out as well. <3
Everything's getting better. o_o Ash comes home soon. Nick's moved in. Pam and Tony aren't breaking up after all. Everyone has a job. Woooooo~
6.06.2005
A typical middle-class family looking-for-childcare call:
Her: Hi, um, I don't know who posted this ad because there was no name on it, but I saw your ad on the, uh, SPU.
Me: Um, there are three of us here with ads on the SPU website.
Her: Uh... Well, it was posted on May 23rd.
Me: *blink* ...What did the ad say?
Her: Mondays and Wednesdays.
Me: Oh, okay. That's me.
Her: So you're still available?
Me: Yes. And I'm Adrienne by the way.
Her: Mmk. So I just wanted to know if your price was negotiable?
Me: A little, if it's just one kid for part-time, it'll be $11/hr.
Her: Mmk, well, uh, I just got a job making $15/hr, so that's a little steep for me to be paying. I have a 2 year old daughter. What kind of experience do you have?
Me: Well, I worked with one family for four years, and I'm wrapping up working for two other families at the end of the school year, and I've been a counselor at Camp Sealth, and I worked at Wallingford Presbyterian Church's nursery.
Her: Uh huh. Well, I currently have a woman working with me who has more experience than you. She's 25. I only pay her $11/hr so if anything changes for you let me know k bye.
First of all, my name was on the ad. My name is ALWAYS on ANY ad I post, except for maybe Craigslist, but my phone number's never on those ads. Second, who the FUCK has a kid while making $15/hr. From the way it sounded, she doesn't have anyone with her supplementing her income. I wouldn't want to work there anyway, I'd be afraid she'd stiff me all the time. And who in their right mind would work for $11/hr and have MORE experience than me?! Please stop artificially lowering our income, you're hurting everyone by taking jobs that pay less than you're worth.
Her: Hi, um, I don't know who posted this ad because there was no name on it, but I saw your ad on the, uh, SPU.
Me: Um, there are three of us here with ads on the SPU website.
Her: Uh... Well, it was posted on May 23rd.
Me: *blink* ...What did the ad say?
Her: Mondays and Wednesdays.
Me: Oh, okay. That's me.
Her: So you're still available?
Me: Yes. And I'm Adrienne by the way.
Her: Mmk. So I just wanted to know if your price was negotiable?
Me: A little, if it's just one kid for part-time, it'll be $11/hr.
Her: Mmk, well, uh, I just got a job making $15/hr, so that's a little steep for me to be paying. I have a 2 year old daughter. What kind of experience do you have?
Me: Well, I worked with one family for four years, and I'm wrapping up working for two other families at the end of the school year, and I've been a counselor at Camp Sealth, and I worked at Wallingford Presbyterian Church's nursery.
Her: Uh huh. Well, I currently have a woman working with me who has more experience than you. She's 25. I only pay her $11/hr so if anything changes for you let me know k bye.
First of all, my name was on the ad. My name is ALWAYS on ANY ad I post, except for maybe Craigslist, but my phone number's never on those ads. Second, who the FUCK has a kid while making $15/hr. From the way it sounded, she doesn't have anyone with her supplementing her income. I wouldn't want to work there anyway, I'd be afraid she'd stiff me all the time. And who in their right mind would work for $11/hr and have MORE experience than me?! Please stop artificially lowering our income, you're hurting everyone by taking jobs that pay less than you're worth.
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