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PhebusApollo
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Gender: Female
Interests: Listening to music, hanging out with friends, watching Trading Spaces and the Food Network, running amok among the aisles of Michael's arts and crafts stores, playing "Michael Row the Boat Ashore" on my guitarra, reading, listening, seeing, experiencing, breathing, loving, existing.
Expertise: Informing lost souls of the magic that is Harry Potter.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
3/1/2003
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| Ladies and gentlemen:
I am officially unemployed.
Today was the last day. I took a camera to work, but I didn't get to
take very many pictures due to the fact that it was busy busy busy and
Walker was walking around. A majority of my absolute favorite people
are missing from these pictures. What jerk's idea was it to not
schedule these people on my last day of work? But I did manage to get
some. So here we go.
Good-bye Cinemark! You were a big pain in the ass sometimes, but you
were home to some of the most fantastic people I've ever met...and you
got me into free movies. And I'm eternally grateful for that.
Good-bye Sam! I will miss watching you cuddle with hot dog buns.
Good-bye Haley! I will miss watching you pose with caution signs. Oh
wait, you've never posed with caution signs before. I just made you do
that for the picture.
Good-bye Usher Schedule! I will never again have to refer to you to see
the upcoming doom I have scheuled for the week. Notice under my name it
says "Good Luck." I got a little pang of sadness and regret when I saw
that...
Good-bye Usher memos! Not that I ever actually paid attention to any of
these warnings. I will miss how they were always meant to be stern
re-iterations of the rules, but I could never fully take them seriously
because the grammar was always terrible...and I just won't stand for
that...
Good-bye locker! Thank you for holding all my crap for these past 5
months. (I left my lock on the locker. It was sort of an intentional
little thing I did, so if I ever get nostalgic and really really want
to go up to the break room, I can use the excuse "Oh...I left my lock
up there.")
Good-bye wall of important and offiicial information and notices that I've never, ever, ever read or paid any attention to, but took a picture of anyway.
Good-bye vending machine that never worked and never had a good
selection and always had stale candy. I never really bought food from
you, but sometimes I'd get hungry and would only have some spare change
that I found on the floors while cleaning...and this vending machine
was the only device in the entire building that sold food for under
9819184398 dollars. Why is movie food always so expensive?
Good-bye John!!! I will miss saying "Hi, John!"
Good-bye random green glob I found stuck onto a scoop handle this
afternoon! I will miss finding various unidentifiable substances that
more than likely contained salmonella or some other contagious viral
disease.
Good-bye Houston! I will miss absolutely everrrrrryyyyything about you.
There's nothing worse than working 3948394 hours walking around and
climbing stairs and working working working. Then when it finally got
to be your break time, you'd get all excited because you'd get a, well,
break. The excitement soon wore off, however, when you remembered that
you had to *dun dun dun* climb the god-forsaken break room stair case.
There is nothing more tortourous on the eyes and the soul when your
back/feet/face/hair follices are aching, and you just want to get your
cup to get a free soda, and you open the door to the break room only to
be greeted by this:
Then when you finished those, you turned the corner to be greeted by this:
Damn you break room stairs, damn you. It was great sitting up there,
though, and each time someone would walk in they'd be all out of breath.
But moving on...
Good-bye Alyssa! I will miss calling you "Nubbalicious" and hearing all your weird remarks.
Good-bye Kacey! I will miss having you fill up my cup with a smile on your face. Wait, did I say smile? I meant "smirk."
Good-bye Ian! Thanks for counting out my change so accurately every time.
Good-bye Brandon! You maze-making bastard...
Good-bye Dennis! I will miss watching you make gay faces with the light
switch and just generally being a jerk to you every day. You know I
love you.
So no matter what people have been saying, I did not quit because I
hate the place. You guys all know I'm an impulsive person. It just
seemed like the best idea at the time. Come to think of it, I think I'm
one of the few employees who's left that place that wasn't completely bitter about the whole experience. What can I say, taking out trash builds character.
<3,
Phebe.
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| Dear Xanga....
It's been so long!!!!
Well basically I haven't updated all summer. So to make up for it,
here's a super-rushed-last-minute-right-before-school-starts update.
Here's a pretty accurate rundown of my summer:
-Work
-Work
-Work
-More work
-Random spurts of fun mixed in between
A good summer. I got to have fun with my friends, re-connect with old
friends, and make some new friends as well. A good record, if you ask
me.
So school starts in less than 12 hours. How did that happen so quickly?
I woke up this morning to a stack of summer work staring me
down...summer work I put off doing basically...all summer. So I went to
Lexy's and met up with some people there where we had an AP English
study guide pow-wow...then came home to attempt to finish everything
up. At around 4 I realized, "Oh, wow, I still need to buy all my school
stuff." So I rushed off to Staples to start a-buying.
And then tragedy struck...
As I pulled into the Staples parking lot, it suddenly occurred to
me...I had no money! A slight inconvenience, but nothing I couldn't
solve. So I drove over the nearest bank. Hmmm....it won't take my ATM
card. Hmmm...it won't take my other one either. Of course I refused to
accept the fact that my ATM cards weren't working, and instead blamed
it on the ATM machine. Luckily, we live in a money-driven world, where
there's a bank around every corner. So I visited at least 2 other ATM
machines, all of which rejected both my ATM cards, before finally
accepting the fact that withdrawing some cash-o was not gonna happen-o
(why I added the "o" to the end of the words, I have no idea)
I pretty much wasted about an hour trying to obtain money. Soooo....I
visited my bank to fix the de-magnetized ATM issue. By this time I was
severely stressed, because a quick trip I imagined to take only about
20 minutes had mutated into something far worse. And I still had all
that homework (and, to be honest, I still do have all that homework.
I'm writing this entry instead of finishing it all. Argh) So I fixed
that issue. Actually, I completely closed my bank account all together,
but that's not really relevant to the story.
So finally, after about 2 hours of unnecessary obstacles to overcome, I
finally had cash in hand and ventured out to purchase school supplies.
Sucky event #1 - Off to Staples! Staples is...closed.
Sucky event #2 - Okay, whatever, I'll go to Target. New thing I've
learned: Target is a lame place to purchase school supplies! They don't
have 1 inch binders! They have 1 and a half inch binders...they have 2
inch binders...but where the hell are the 1 inch binders?! Certainly
not on the shelves. Not to mention the fact that they also don't have
the kind of pencils I use. Pens, I'm pretty flexible. I don't have much
of a preference. But don't you come between me and my pencils. I've
been using the same kind of pencil for years. YEARS. The summer before
my junior year I saw that they had come out with a 25 pack of these
pencils...which pretty much lasts the entire school year. You can
imagine how excited I was. A damn good deal. They're not flashy or
expensive, these pencils. Basically your standard Bic mechanical pencil
in assorted colors. But there's no denying that they work like a dream.
You feel so much more prepared to tackle a Calculus problem when you
know you've got a good pencil right by your side (not that this applies
to me, no more Calc, suckas!) Anyway...I can't believe Target didn't
have them. Man, Target, I'm a really really big fan of yours, but you
were really letting me down today. I realize that to you all, not
having the right kind of pencils may seem trivial and stupid. But
whatever. Maybe I'm just a slight bit obsessive about these kinds of
things. I fully believe that having just the right fit of writing
utensils is imperative to a successful academic year.
Sucky event #3 - I go to Wal-Mart...because it was on the way. Get all
the stuff I need (luckily, they had 1 inch binders and my pencils) and
I get in line. The very, very, very, long line. It's getting late. I'm
getting frustrated. So much work! So little time! I wait in line for
what seems like forever. Finally I'm the next person to go...only to
glance down at my items to be purchased on the conveyor belt and
realize that in my haste, I grabbed wide-ruled notebooks instead of
college-ruled. This just won't do. Wide-rule = no good. College rule =
good. So I had to get out of the line I put so much of my time into, go
to the back of the store and fish through a pile of notebooks (why do
they hide the college-rule notebooks all the way at the back?) and get
in yet ANOTHER ridiculously long line. I was pretty much about to shoot
myself in the head.
Sucky event #4 - FINALLY I have all the stuff I need and it is my turn
to pay. Upon ringing up my Wite-Out I hear a loud beeping noise and I
get carded. Carded for wite-out? Okay, I guess it makes sense. But
STILL! It was right there in the school supply aisle next to the
glitter crayola pens and dragon ball z folders for goodness' sake. How
deceiving!
Blahhhhh....
Long day...
Also, it's recently occured to me that a majority of the females in my
class have spent this past summer trying to make themselves as
physically attractive as possible and buying lots of new stuff to start
off the school year. Me? Not so much. (By the way, binders and pencils
don't count as "buying lots of new stuff).
Here's how it breaks down:
I'll pretty much be starting my first day of Senior Year long, long
overdue for a haircut (I've been meaning to get it cut for
months...damn work...and stuff...), I haven't shaved my legs in like 3
weeks, and I'll be sporting the same shoes and backpack I've had since
the 8th grade.
And I am perfectly fine with this.
I really should do all that work now..
So all my wonderful beautiful friends, I hope you all have a great
school year. Let's do some good stuff for all of you who are gonna be
seniors. (What lame words of encouragement.."Yeah! Let's do
some..uh...good stuff!")
Remember how on the show "Kenan and Kel" before they played the theme
song Kel would go "Awww...here it goes!" ? Yeah, that's how I'm ending
this post. "Awww...here it goes!"
I love you all a whole bunch.
<3,
Phebe.
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| School sucks.
Work sucks.
BOYS SUCK.
But you know what??? It's okay! Why is it okay, you ask? Because of THIS:
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.
Pete & Pete is totally being released on DVD tomorrow!!! For all
those unfamiliar with these two endearing red-headed brothers, both of
whom answer to the name "Pete"...then man, were you missing out.
<33333333,
Phebe.
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| OMG XANGA!!!
I'm still alive I SWEAR.
When was the last time I wrote in this thing anyway...NOVEMBER?!
How to even BEGIN describing all the wonderful and amazing and exciting
and horrible and terrifying and life-altering events that have occured
since November. I just don't think it's possible. So for now let me
just say this: I am Phebe, and I am obsessed with the broadway musical
RENT.
<3,
Phebe.
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| So earlier this evening my mom and I decided to watch some movies we rented.
"Want me to make some popcorn?" mom asked.
"Sure," I replied.
My mom gets a package of popcorn and pops it in the microwave. Completely ignores the POPCORN button that's on our microwave...the same POPCORN button that is on nearly every microwave...the same POPCORN button we have been using to pop our corn for years and years. She puts it in for several minutes. Consequently, the popcorn burns.
"Woops, I burned the popcorn."
"Did you push the "popcorn" button, Mom?"
"No. There's a popcorn button?"
"Yes."
"You just have to push it? You don't have to set a time or anything?"
"No, Mom. The popcorn button is magical. It knows exactly how long it needs to pop the popcorn for."
"Oh. Wow."
So I made a new bag of popcorn. Popped to perfection, might I add.
And my mother proceeded to eat her popcorn with a fork.
Ladies and gentlemen, if you had any concerns or uncertainties about me, just keep in mind that I am a result of this parenting.
<3,
Phebe. | | |
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