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Holly is sick again. Holly is never sick, not really. This is bad. And I had plans to visit over Easter weekend. And for some reason, what seems cruelest is that my sister isn't there to answer her phone.
Current Mood: sick
Let's Do It!|
This is hilarious. Anyone who's interested in doing something similar, let me know!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkYZ6rbPU2M
Current Mood: laughing
My score on The Which Punctuation Mark Are You Test:
(You scored 46% Sociability and 76% Sophistication!)
Your life can be difficult because of your insecurities, but you should know that it isn't your fault. YOU didn't ask to be thrown in around thirty times per page in every bodice-ripper on the shelf! Those who overuse you can kiss your . . . you know. You need to learn to hold your head high and glory in your solitude. You really do have excellent, scholarly tastes. You must never forget that your friend, the period, will be there to support you at the end of every sentence where you truly belong, and, if what is left out is as important as what is said, why, then you are as vital as the alphabet!
Link: The Which Punctuation Mark Are You Test
Current Mood: pleased
Happy Singles Awareness Day!|
Celebrate the fact that chocolate will be on sale tomorrow!
Current Mood: celebratory
First grad-school acceptance|
So the first graduate school to have the honor to accept me is the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. The English department hasn't yet said whether or not they'll fund me.
Tags: graduate school
Holly is a Mary Kay Consultant|
I'm actually quite excited about the chance to sell Mary Kay. I've used the product for over six months and love it. The friend who sold to me and then recruited me to sell is doing well and enjoying the work. Now is an ideal time for me to learn the ropes of a very flexible job that I can do while in graduate school.
So why do I find myself, rather than announcing the decision proudly, apologizing for it and justifying it?
A lot has to do with preconceptions both about myself and about Mary Kay. When my friend first invited me to her grand-opening event, I got a mental image of middle-aged ladies all in pink smelling of lavendar soap. Once firsthand experience changed my mind, I met with the disparaging opinions of others of my friends. One in particular (forgive me for using you as an example; I'm not angry) said that no one makes money from Mark Kay until recruiting other poor suckers to sell, as if it were a pyramid scheme. (It isn't.)
The preconceptions I think others have about myself make me more reluctant to mention my new business. First, I'm a self-proclaimed geek. I'm not known for fashion or glamour sense. I fear those who know me will wonder how I think I can make money "selling lipstick," as I've heard people describe Mary Kay consulting work. This attitude I sense in others often plays into a mini identify crisis I've been having regarding my growing interest in looking nice. I grew up identifying as a geek, and I continue to do so. I maintain that geekiness is a matter of having counterculture or outside-the-mainstream interests, such as science fiction or role-playing games, not a matter of dress or appearance. Still, most people associate geekiness with being unfashionable, whether through apathy or conscious choice. Because of my court-reporting job, I've had to assume a nice "corporate chic" wardrobe. Then I lost a significant amount of weight and enjoyed wearing clothes that flatter my thinner shape. Then I started using Mary Kay to take better care of my skin, and then I started using their makeup. Now I'm afraid I look and dress more like those who made fun of geeks during my grade-school days. I feel a bit like a traitor. And I fear some may see the Mary Kay pin as the final flourish removing me from geekdom.
Secondly, I think no one considers me to have business sense. I'm afraid to mention that I've invested money in Mary Kay inventory, because I anticipate my friends will think I've wasted it. No one considers my savings hoarded for graduate school as wasted. Why shouldn't I invest some in a money-making venture that can support me in graduate school? I find myself jumping to my own defense and informing others that anytime within a year of beginning work as a Mary Kay consultant, if I want out, I can return any unsold product for ninety percent of what I paid. If I sell less than ten percent of my investment, I'll be guaranteed to break even.
And here I go justifying once again.
All that said, I'm still excited about this opportunity. I'm going to have fun and make money. Let me know if you'd like a free facial, or if you'd like to earn free product by hosting a skin-care class.
Current Mood: optimistic but miffed
It Is Finished!|
As of 7:30 P.M., I have officially finished every last bit of every single graduate-school application, mailed off every piece of relevant material, and sent a final reminder email to a professor to upload his last recommendation letter.
That's right. I'm finished.
P.S. Those of you who would like to petition God to have me accepted (and funded) at any particular institution may choose from the following:
Cornell University -- Ithaca, NY
University of Notre Dame -- Notre Dame, IN
Harvard University -- Cambridge, MA
Yale University -- New Haven, CT
University of Virginia -- Charlottesville, VA
University of North Carolina -- Chapel Hill, NC
University of Indiana -- Bloomington, IN
University of Texas -- Austin, TX
Current Mood: exhausted
Tags: graduate school
So this morning before work I threw together a Childlike Empress costume to wear to the office. Even if I'm neither hosting nor attending a Halloween party, dang it, I will dress up. And I look awesome. I promise that before I die I will learn how to post pictures on my blog so my readers can see. Maybe.
(Note: LJ's spell check doesn't recognize "blog" as a word. How ironic.)
Warned Ye Be, One and All!|
Avast, ye villainous curs! Today be International Talk Like a Pirate Day, so festivities ahoy! Weigh anchor on the merriment, and swig some grog to me health!
(Any of ye, mateys, notice the unco' number of exclamation points in piratical talk?)
Current Mood: silly
Suspected Vampirism Disproven|
So Friday I met a very intelligent, attractive man who gazed into my eyes for a half-hour and asked me to meet him again in a few days. Of course, I probably shouldn't read too much into the affair, since he is my ophthalmologist.
It seems I am not becoming a vampire. Rather, my new contact lenses have caused an infection in my cornea, one that should easily clear up. To diagnose the infection, this hunky ophthalmologist put yellow dye on my eyes. I then drove by my old college hoping to run across some former professors with whom to discuss my grad-school plans. It turns out they were in a faculty meeting, so I didn't get the chance to give any of them a creepy yellow-eyed stare and threaten them with the possibility of joining the ranks of the undead.
So maybe I'll just return that waterbed-coffin combo. Such a shame.
Current Mood: listless
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