Is 15% too much to ask? Consider this my two weeks notice, or perhaps, two hours..

I am writing this post on behalf of all of those who work in the food service and receive ridiculous wages on top of cheap tips because the general public lacks the common and proper knowledge of how to deal with those who handle their food. It is my wish that all people casually report what they typically tip their servers before I fetch their drinks, thus saving me the time and effort to milk them of their earnings which are quite significant compared to my minute "income" that I've been blessed with every weekend for the past four or five months.

Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful that I even have a job. But in order for me to consider even sticking around for that job, it has to be worth it, and lately, my job has been anything but worth it.

Perhaps the fact that Hillsdale is anything but thriving has limited our "rush" of business that so enthralls the walls of our oh-so fabulous establishment operating on Main Street. It's also quite possible that it is as the owner of the two bars (Jackson and Hillsdale) who resides in Jackson that he is correct in proposing that the reason sleezy Hillsdale is so lacking in business is not due to its failure to launch a booming economy like the rest of our fortunate state, but because the service is inadequate and does not meet the standards of the Jackson bar. Have I mentioned that in the year and nine months that I have been employed at the bar that I have never once met, nor seen the owner? Naturally, he would be capable of pinpointing the exact reason as to why we are operating at such a low point during such an unprofitable period in the dinky town the rest of the employees of the local bar reside in.

Excuse my rampage; back to the original purpose of this post...

I've been working every weekend for the past ... summer. I have learned much in these past three months such as how to count back change, how to deal with extremely rude and ungrateful public, and how to make fantastic fruity drinks that are overpriced and often lead to less than appealing consequences. I've also learned how to sterotype a person and attempt to guess whether or not the customer will be a decent tipper, or a pleasant person in general. I've learned what to say when someone is overstepping their boundries after a few too many, and that the world is not a generous place.
I'd just like to know if it's really that difficult to shell out a few more bucks if you can afford to eat at our bar; you are only providing a small amount to what is my source of income and what has not been much of a source of income for the past four months. I made twice as much as I make now when I worked as a hostess, and I only worked 10 hours a week. There's something wrong with that picture, if you ask me.

And to those cheap college boys who ridiculously left $0.75 a piece, please keep your charity. I do not wish to receive your apologies from your daddy's bank account because you're too busy spending it on liquor to look wealthy and demand attention. It's not attractive when you can hold your liquor but cannot hold your ego or manners when working with someone who deals with what you drink or eat.

I'll be seein' you..

"If you're a bird, I'm a bird." Noah Calhoun, The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.

Perhaps the best love story is The Notebook written by the famous Nicholas Sparks; everyone can agree on that most definitely. Deep down, everyone wants a love like that, even a pessimistic, bratty, selfish person like myself.

The thing is, I had a love like that. David and I were extremely similar to "Noah and Allie" in the story. We were mad about each other, we were goofy about it, cute, and fought every five mintues about nothing in particular. I suppose the fighting made us human. Watching this movie is like a blast from the past. It's the one thing that can actually make me reconsider all of my thoughts, feelings, and theories about love and its baggage it entails.

Perhaps if I watch it enough, it'll knock enough sense in me to return to my old ways, or even accept the fact that marriage isn't that bad...

Beijing 2008

I love it whenever its the year for the Olympics, any Olympics really, summer or winter. Perhaps I'm just following the crowd and it may sound a bit cliche but I do believe it is one of those times where the world can come together and forget about the troubles for a few months that are naturally always occurring in the fantastic world we live in today.

From the summer, I always enjoy watching the gymnastics, track, swimming, diving, and tennis. From the winter, I like to watch the snowboarding, figure skating, speed skating, hockey, and many others from both. I know you were dying to know that and I'm not quite sure why I shared that..

Well anyways..
There's one thing I do not appreciate about the Olympics is the commentating. The announcers drive me absolutely nuts. They're always extremely negative and rude about things. For example, I was watching the gymnastics and one of the girls from Romania I believe fell off of the beam and they were discussing an old Romanian gymnast who was there to watch and how she just "never would've fallen off like that." Okay first off, I wanna see you (commentator) try and make your body twist and contort in those ridiculous ways that those gymnasts do. Second, let's see you train and prep for the things these gymnasts go through. Third, you're a commentator! You're job requirements enlist you to do nothing but run your mouth the entire time so there are no awkward silences during the games. I appreciate their services and the fact that they sit around all day and watch these fantastic events all day long in exclusive areas of the world, surrounded by phenomenal athletes, and wear microphones and headsets all day while they flap their jaws.

Something I do love about the Olympics, you watch them, and you can't help but get butterflies in your stomach for those athletes, especially when its the USA. It's even more exciting if it's an upset, such as the Olympic swim team for the 4x100 relay. France sat and talked of how they were coming to "smash the USA." Well as they led, we came back in the last 50m and kicked France's butt. You can't do anything but raise your arms and feel something minutely similar to what they're feeling.

It makes me proud to be an American when those things happen, proud to allow these athletes to represent our country.

Oh yeah, and I'm going to marry Michael Phelps anyways. He goes to U of M, that boosts my chances a little, right?

: )

First Year in Coll

I have really been counting down the days 'til I leave (18) and have been convincing myself of several things to check off a list as soon as I got to my new "home." I figured that since I am pretty popular with lists, I should probably publish it publicly here on my listed blog.

So here is my list of things to do during the first year of college.

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1st Year of College to do List

• pass my classes. I'm hoping for a B-C average :S
• stay up 'til five am with my bffs ;P
• study all night in the Library (I have a feeling this will happen a lot).
• make midnight coffee runs.
• make midnight snack runs.
• make midnight runs.
• puddle some more :D
• meet lots of new people.
• attend a few parties here and there.
• go to a football game & tailgate.
• scream nasty, horrible, un-Christian like remarks to the opposing hockey team at home games.
• attend a protest.
• go to a club.
• go on spring break to somewhere extremely warm during February.
• schedule no 10 am classes.
• meet Michael Phelps (hey, a girl can dream).
• do something wild and crazy ... I haven't quite come up with it quite yet. It's going to be one of those things where I just say, "Hey, this is something wild and crazy and I just know I have to do it."
• join a crazy club, like Squirrel Watching.
• Become fluent in Italian.
• Get a tattoo.
• Have a damn good time.

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I'm sure I'll be adding much, much, much more to this list as I go.

I love lists : )

Bimbo's

My new favorite show is Chelsea Lately on E! News. It's a talk show that takes a comical twist where she just constantly makes fun of people and is extremely obnoxious about it.

Tonight was a show with the Olly girls from Sunset Tan, some reality show about people who spray tan in California (pathetic and ridiculous that people are entertained by the occupation of those who spray fake tans on other people for a living when they live in California. Whatever). But back to these two girls. I had never head of them until this episode of Chelsea Lately. I guess their names are Molly and Holly and they got fired from working at the tanner because they threw a party at their boss' house and he wasn't supposed to find out but he did so he fired them.
Evidently, the girls thought they did no wrong.
I don't understand that. It's all a play, to get attention and stay focused on the two blondes who have boobs, a tan, and lack brains. Is it attractive? Do people really find that to be a valuable quality to possess?

Whatever, this show is fantastic though : )

"The List"

Everyone has a list of things to do before they die.. and if you don't, you're lying. It may not be on paper, but you have an idea of several feats you wish to accomplish in your lifetime in your head. So I decided to publicly publish my list, right here for all to see. I'd like to add that many of these are plucked from a list I compiled in middle school and share the same ideas as I did a few years ago.. well a few. See note.





NOTE: The list below "The List" shows a list of things that were previously on the list, but have since been accomplished : )

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The Official List to do Before I Die

• Become an eye doctor.
• Do something in fashion.
• Go bungee jumping.
• Meet a celebrity.
• Live in NYC.
• Visit the Pacific Ocean.
• Go to Italy.
• Visit Africa to provide eye care for children.
• Drive/ride in a lamborghini.
• Build and live in a log house that I designed and built (dream house).
• Learn how to surf.
• Own a pair of Jimmy Choo's.
• Run a marathon.
• Get stuck in an elevator.
• Shave my head, donate it to Locks of Love, and wear a wig.
• Get a tattoo.
• Sail around the world.
• Visit Ground Zero.
• Eat sushi.
• Get "Mud-puddled" by a moving vehicle.
• Save someone's life.
• Visit a country overseas (after Italy of course).
• Learn a new language fluently.
• Witness a miracle.
• Call a taxi.
• Sleep in a barn.
• Go cow tipping.
• Sleep in the back of a truck.
• Invent something.
• Dance on a table.
• Write a book.
• Be on television.
• Ride a subway.
• Learn how to ballroom and salsa dance.
• Design something.
• Pet an alligator or crocodile.
• Tell someone to "Follow that car!"

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Previously on the List, but Since Been Accomplished

• Swim with the dolphins. (Bahamas Vacation 2008)
• Run a 5k. (XC Season)
• Go to college (Go blue!)
• Make out in the rain.
• Befriend someone I don't like.
• Build something made of wood.
• Win some type of contest.
• Sneak into an R-rated movie.
• Ride a motorcycle (real and crotch rocket).
• Tell someone off to their face.
• Go puddling (heck yeah July 1-3 orientation puddling associates).
• Fall in love : )
• Spend 24 hours with the one I love.
• Camp under the stars (several times).
• Repair something on my own.

Well, whatdya think? Am I capable? : )

Oh yeah, and the number one thing on that list, every single list (it was compiled and edited more than once, ya know)...

1.) Live for God.

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sometimes affection is a shy flower, it just takes time to blossom.
-becoming jane.

a little this, a little that.

randoms.

• I've officially decided that I could not go into a type of journalism. I can't come up with things to write anymore. I mean, my last post was the 24th, and before that, it was the 14th. Perhaps it's because I'm not in school right now so I don't really have any good things to reflect on or write about. I'm pretty sure that once I get to college, I'll have many stories to share and write about.
• Speaking of college, I am offically counting down the days until I leave for my much awaited getaway for the rest of my life. I have (count it) 25 days until I move into A² and get the sophistication of being a "college girl." You must admit that as a girl, entering the college atmosphere automatically entitles you to a certian sophistication that you can not achieve otherwise. I am allowed to wear dresses year round, and it's not considered "dressing up." I'm entitled to staying up 'til four am, and sleeping in until one pm, and this is normal. I'm authorized to sit in a coffee shop for hours at a time in tortise shell rimmed specs, sipping a latte, and surfing the web for interesting news stories and facts for the twenty page term paper I have to write for chemistry or biology or whatever. Bottom line: college girl sophistication=yesss.
• I'm so ready to get outta this town and get away from drama, ridiculously immature girls, boys, parents, workers, etc., and the boring Friday or Saturday nights I don't work when there is nothing to do. I know Ann Arbor has so much more to offer than the dinky town I currently reside in.
• I am finally starting to get scared of leaving my friends. Now that I know when everyone leaves, I'm counting down the days I leave as well as counting down the days I have to spend with my friends before saying bye...

I'm exhausted. Thanks. Thank you, yeah you know who... : )