::can you still feel the butterflies::

You ever have one of those dreams where you get in a fist fight with someone you hate with every fiber of your being? I know it sounds kinda childish but I had one of those last night and I found it to be very therapeutic. Sure it was just a dream, but I got to beat the shit out of someone that I would love to beat the shit out of in real life without the mess of assault charges! Yey!

It was really vivid.. as all of my dreams are. Usually when I fight in dreams I have no strength, but then again I'm usually fighting someone I don't know or someone I couldn't possibly win against, but this time I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I slammed her head against the cement until her face was a bloody mess. It was satisfying to see her lying on the ground, broken and bruised, almost beyond recognition.

I find it somewhat sickening that I was so satisfied by that feeling, even if it wasn't real.

Maybe I need help :P

One more day until I'm out for winter break.

I need to stop torturing myself over things that I shouldn't even be thinking.

Someone... kick me... please...

To the random person who has me as a friend:

This user name caught my eye on my profile because I had never seen it before, I clicked on it to see who it was, but there is no profile, no entries, posts on other journals, and I am the only friend on his/her list. I find this somewhat odd and would like to know who my phantom friend is. My only clue us Cal State Fullerton, but I know many people at Cal State Fullerton. Who are you?

Andrea didn't show up to work on Monday.

I got a call around 9:30 this morning from my supervisor, telling me to go ahead and give notice to my other job.

I get to fill out all the paperwork tomorrow.

It's official, I will be a full time employee as of next Monday.

::does happy dance::

As far as my subject goes, don't ask...

Ever have one of those days where you just need to hear "you're beautiful"?

this is one of those days...


Aside from all of my emotionally-drained-hate-the-world-psycho-babel-nonsense... if my co-worker doesn't show up for work on Monday, I get moved up to full time/salary, which includes employee benefits. How absolutely awesome would that be for me!

Sorry Andrea, I think you're a swell chick, but I really hope I never see you again.

So I googled my name today out of curiosity. I was very sad to see that daniellerose.com now exists, and even worse, my name has become famous not by my own achievement, but by a girl also named Danielle Rose who is a religious vocalist who sings catholic songs, how depressing is that.

I remember I googled myself five years ago and all I could find was some church foundation with the same name. Why all of the religious associations? Am I missing something here?

So Woody and I have been having issues lately with parking at our apartment. The gate has been broken so anyone, including non residents, have access to the parking lot. For the past few weeks, a red Focus has parked in our spot on multiple occasions, mostly frustrating me when I come home in the mornings. We've left notes on this car, notified management, and even tried to have it towed, but the Focus still parks there.

So this morning I went out to my car and I see the red Focus pull up into the spot next to ours (since mine was in our rightful spot) and out pops a petite blonde, with mousy features, who scarily resembles SANDY... and I mean looked exactly like Sandy, enough for me have to contemplate for a considerable amount of time in order to realize that it wasn't Sandy; the only notable physical difference that I could see was maybe a couple inches in height. How totally appropriate is it that the bitch that's bugging the crap out of me and Woody now, looks exactly like the bitch that was bugging the crap out of us nine months ago.

As some of you may know, I nailed my interview. In fact, I got a call 2 hours after it and was offered the position. Yey!

This wonderful news means I can quit the lesser paying of my other jobs, so goodbye Banana Republic. I did love my co-workers and my lavish discount, but alas, BR paid me 30% less and took away my weekends... the choice is clear.

Now I can keep work during the week and do as I please on the weekends, which means I can go to my instructor's blow slot on Sundays and oogle him. ;)

And assist, of course.

But I'll really be there to oogle...

In any case, I'll be having more fun. :)

I have an interview with an accounting firm tomorrow.

If I get it, I'll finally be getting work experience in the field I am majoring in.

If I don't, I'm still stuck with two jobs that are getting me no where...
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I'm scared out of my mind.

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But at least I have a suit that makes me look drop-dead-gorgeous. :)

So here I am. Back at school. At the end of week one. This is going to be a long semester...

I decided to take five classes this go around. One less than last semester, to give myself a break. I find myself stressing out about as much as last time, wondering how on earth I will have time to do everything. At least my glass blowing slot isn't at 7:00 am on Saturday anymore, and I have assistants who will actually show up this time. Maybe I'll start using color, now.

It's Thursday night, I'm home alone because Woody left for PAX and I decided that I shouldn't stay in Long Beach as much while school is in session... sorry Manny. The gas is killing me and I need the extra sleep. Tonight I get to update LJ and eat the worst green tea ice cream I've ever eaten. I need to make a trip to Mitsuwa for the good stuff soon :)

Sorry to bore you, kids. I'm only writing because I'm quite bored, myself.

So... after some 3 1/2 to 4 years, my goldfish is finally dead. I've wanted him to die forever. I know that's a mean thing to say, but I never wanted a goldfish in the first place. He was originally a feeder fish for my snake. Then he started eating the other feeder fish and got too big for my snake to eat. Then my snake died so I ws left with feeder fish. He ate the rest of them and was by himself for a long time.

I abused the fuck out of him cuz I couldn't flush him down the toilet or stick him in the freezer. I wouldn't feed him, hoping he'd starve to death. Let his tank get really low and not change the filter. If I gave in and cleaned the tank, I'd put him in new water, hoping he'd go into shock. Stubborn bitch just wouldn't die. so for no good reason, today he decided to kick the bucket. Goodbye my stupid goldfish, who will I torture without you.

What an eventful day... Manny and I got up early to go bike riding down near the Queen Mary in Long Beach this morning. Ocean air at 9:00 am is something I could get used to. An odd occurence for me to have everything I needed done for school, completed the night before. It was nice to be able to do something fun before class instead of finishing up some last minute homework, like I normally do. We rode down passed the marina, over near the Aquarium of the pacific to pick up some breakfast. I was proud of myself for eating a substantial amount of fresh fruit two days in a row. From the cafe, I could see the Cirque Du Soleil tent sitting cozy behind the docks, where I will be spending my evening tomorrow, watching Quidam once more before it leaves California. Five down, six shows to go. next on my list is "O," and hopefully Dralion, if it ever comes back to the states. In the course of this 8 mile bike ride, I managed to get sunburned on my face, arms, and back. I haven't put myself into summer-mode yet, so sunscreen never crossed my mind until after it was too late to do anything about. It killed me during glass blowing, later. Having a furnace radiate heat onto sunburned skin was like adding salt to the wound. Aside from the burn, today was a good day.

So I had my glass crit on Wednesday, It went really well. I had two major triumphs. First, my heads were a big success. Apparently 60 lb. blow molds are highly ambitious for first semester glass students. I had the help of four people to make them, but ambitious none the less. My totally-hot teacher was way impressed and gave me tons of feedback that was actually beneficial, versus my teacher from last semester who really only talked to hear his own voice.

My second triumph was Jason. I honestly respect his opinion when it comes to art and I know he has no problem ripping people to shreds for making stuff that is unresloved or poorly crafted. For my final last semester, he stuck a sign in front of my spheres that said "no cute art, please" because the whole thing looked like you could buy it from pottery barn, which I was ok with, I wanted it to be purely decorative at the time. After my crit he walked up to me and said that I "did a great job." It was a major shocker; something I never expected to hear uttered from his mouth about my work.

In any case, this is what I made for my memory project. I thank everyone who helped me with it, it was a lot of tedious work, But I'm very happy with it. :)

avatrix :you're the best. A few months late, but the awesome none the less. :)

cigarette_sting :I'm comin to vegas, baby! We'll be out next Friday - Sunday. You owe me some love and attention, I haven't seen you in forever. Did I give you my cell phone #? I have yours, but I wasn't sure if I gave you mine. We'll be staying at Treasure Island, I'll give you more info as I get it.

thajinx: I've determined that you need to bring something snazy to wear to Vegas. I got my dress from Banana. The one I've been pining over for months; it's finally mine. We have to dance in front of the fountains at the Bellagio. You have no choice, so you better look sharp.

spiffykisb What's in your closet, love? Manny and I have determined that we should totally pimp it out for one evening, even if we don't end up going anywhere :)

tunaman Are you coming? I'm pretty sure that spiffykisb will kill you if you don't.

All I can think about is next weekend.

Danielle's St. Patrick's Day:

The Viper Room

Alcohol

Royal Crown Review

More Alcohol

Mel's Diner

2 hours of sleep before glass blowing today.

Thanks Jose, I needed a night out.

Beware the ides of March. i have to much stuff that needs to get done for anything to go wrong...

Vegas, so close yet so far... I need it to be spring break, I need to get my head out of everything that's been bothering me, I need people to get off my back, I need to make 10 glass heads in less than a week and I don't have a mold yet, I need a fucking drink...

Someone order me a Mojito...

and..... GO!

So Billabong called this morning to tell me that they hired someone else for the position. I figured this was going to happen, They're pretty stingent on their measurement specifications. it was worth a shot anyway, for fun at least. it was worth the ego boost, alone. :)

I'm happy as a clam to have my Powerbook G4 back in mt life, which means I will be capable of taking notes on my computer in class, which I plan on doing for at least one of my courses for sure.

Craving a mojito, of which I have learned that El Torito makes very well. I went out with co-workers from Banana to bitch about boys and had a couple of them. (Mojitos, not boys)

Work was awesome today, i spent 6 out of 8 hours leaning how to use photoshop because the doctor I work for assigned me the wonderful job of coming up with the packaging design for one of the products he's working on. What I came up with is rather nice, and I'm pretty sure that it will be used, which would be a nice bonus on my resume.

School is a bitch and I've got too many exams to think about. I've officially become an even bigger nerd now that I have to carry three calculators in my purse, over the usual two (simple function, graphing, & financial). While I'm aware that my graphing calculator is capable of performing all necessary equations for the courses I'm enrolled in, my finance teacher will only teach from the financial calculator and refuses to explain the more complex equations and my accounting teacher won't let us have anything more advanced than a simple function calculator because we might be hiding notes or using cheat programs. i'm sure that ranting about this just increased my nerdiness another level...

and... STOP!

Ok, so I've officially become the retarded giggly girl with a crush on her teacher. Only this teacher is my glass blowing instructor who is fucking gorgeous. The fact that I get so much extra attention because i'm the only newbie isn't helping either. For every demo he pulls me out of the group and stands me in the best possible spot to watch. Then while he's demo-ing whatever we're working on, he talks directly to me when he's explaining the process. And I don't mean looks at me while talking I mean "Danielle, this is a very important step so you want to be sure that you do it like this..." kind-of-personal-instruction. I will definitely be getting the most I can out of this course :)

Not like that, dirty minds...

Joe Cariati

For those of you who missed the show, Derek Parker

Scene: Cal State University Book Store. Danielle is browsing through the supply section at iPod Nano sleeves.

Enter Random person that I've never met before.

Random person that I've never met before: "Hi. You're a very beautiful young lady. I just thought you should know that."
Danielle: "Thank you." Thrown off by the comment, stands flattered and smiles.

Exit Random person that I've never net before

End of Scene

Is there something I'm missing?

So randomly, I found a posting for a position at Billabong for a fit model. The job is basically trying on clothes so that the designers can see how they fit on a real person and make adjustments accordingly. There are no cameras, no glam, no runway, but the body type requirements are extremely strict. For kicks, I decided to apply for it, and managed to land an interview. Turns out that I am the "perfect size five" in every way, except that my boobs are "an inch too big."

excuse me for a moment....


HA HA HA HA HA.. HE HE HE HE HE, HEH HEH.. HA HA HA HA HA HOOO HO HO.. HA HA HA HA HA! HEE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE... HA HA.. ::SIGH::

Sorry about that.

I can't stop laughing about this, she said I might be a little too "busty" (a word that has never been used to describe me, EVER). Needless to say, the fact that I fit every one of their other requirements to a tee still leaves me as a possible candidate and I should expect a second interview.