Just finished midnight snack involving spoonfuls of peanut butter with m&ms stuck in for goodness. ah! i'm going to get so fat one day, and I don't care right now. dave bought me the m&ms, I don't know if they were for valentine's day or because he knows i'm on my period, either occasion calls for chocolate so I guess it doesn't matter.
Took the LotR Race quiz and found out I'm an elf (sorry, won't post the exact quiz code, I usually hate quizes but couldn't help myself on this one.) I knew it though, really, I'm too beautiful to be anything else.
I'm happy today for several reasons. First, I didn't think about senior design. Sweetness! Second, I bagged a job running cable in a new lab we're networking - a bunch of solaris workstations (!). I'm basically a professional crimper for the next two weeks, I'll start on the project tomorrow I think (they don't care when I work, as along as it gets done). It gets me three credit hours (horray!) and some extreme wire-running experience which is nice, then I get to play with new department testing toys. Excellent.
Third, I've been in an uber-creative mood lately, cranking out GIMP products like nobody's ever seen. It's nice to be productive and get ideas, feel like if a website needed doing you'd do it.
On the downside, I got an e-mail back from one of the companies I sent a resume to saying they didn't want to give me a job. Damn. I've e-mailed like 6 places in the last two weeks about jobs--everything from web development to electronics technician stuff--and have only gotten two replies, both of which told me to stick it. sigh. but as they say... ain't nothing gonna break my stride!
In editing class (a love/hate subject if I ever had one) the other day we were all asked to share a positive of negative editing experience we'd had. Mine was this: Because I tell people I like writing and editing, I'm always having friends show me things and ask me to read through and say what I think. I ask if I can write on it, they say yes. I ask if they mind getting constructive criticism, they say no problem. So I mark the hell out of it and they complain and feel hurt... something along the lines of "I'm sorry I'm just not a good enough writer for you!" uh... what? It's true! This happens! I once had an ex-boyfriend who was the worst offender of this in the world.
I explain that I have trouble relating to these people because when I show someone a document I want them to tear it apart. The more comments, the better, sock it to me! Same with web design, documents, everything. Our professor then looks at me and says, "Yes, but that's rare. What your friends are looking for is someone to tell them they did a good job. Approve. Most people don't have the confidence to sit through criticism and use it to their advantage, that takes a lot of strength, more than we think sometimes."
It made me think a lot, about people and the problems they have lately, and it really all boils down to confidence. My conclusion: better to have too much than not enough. You can't change the world without confidence. You can't even straighten out your own life in most cases. And you can't get an A on an english paper, either.
So here so far are Spacefem's Traits To Arm Thyself With In This World:
I started to look up links to previous journal entries where I'd ranted about one or more of these, but I think I'll make memory catagories for them instead, they're sort of reoccuring themes in my life.