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  <title>Sheena's Alternate Space of Thoughts</title>
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    <name>Sheena</name>
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  <updated>2009-06-03T03:17:34Z</updated>
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    <title>Elderly drivers</title>
    <published>2009-06-03T03:17:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-03T03:17:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just saw on the news a disturbing story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 93 year old man SOMEHOW while looking for a HANDICAPPED parking spot in front of a Walmart manages to avoid 6 concrete poles and crash through the front entrance, severely injuring a 15 month old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this short and sweet... I've literally almost been run over or run off the road by elderly drivers more than I&amp;nbsp;have teenage drivers. Elderly people should be much more greatly scrutinized and prohibited than teenagers. Just because they have age experience, doesn't make them physically capable to drive any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me off soap box</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheenabea:98051</id>
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    <title>I. HATE. EMAIL.</title>
    <published>2009-04-06T23:56:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-06T23:56:30Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;hate that email was even invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the lazy man's way of trying to carry on a real conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kicker is that when people send out emails, regardless of the time of day or other people's lives, they assume the recipient got the message the INSTANT&amp;nbsp;you sent the goddamned thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the fact that people always seem to send UBER-important, time sensitive messages VIA&amp;nbsp;EMAIL!!! and assume you get them in time. If you really have something important to tell me that you want to know makes it to me... for the love of goodness... freakin' call! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly at my wits end with &amp;quot;office&amp;quot; working people and their idiotic assumptions that just because they sit at their desk on their ass all day and are bored, that you are doing the exact same thing and neurotically checking your email every several seconds. UM&amp;nbsp;NO!!!! A vast majority of the working world is not connected to the internet and email 24/7. If you send a message in the middle of the day after everyone has left home for a day at work... just ASSUME they WON'T&amp;nbsp;see it until the end of the day. Anything IMPORTANT&amp;nbsp;or TIME&amp;nbsp;SENSITIVE that needs to be relayed - F'ING CALL&amp;nbsp;THEM!!! Or even sending out an email after most people's lunch hours have come and gone... don't send it out and again assume they'll get it before they head for home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office dwelling people just CANNOT&amp;nbsp;grasp this... I have NO&amp;nbsp;F'ING idea why!!!!!!!!!! I WORKED in an office and I&amp;nbsp;was sure to email people with plenty of time to see it and respond and if I&amp;nbsp;knew there was a good possibility they wouldn't see it in it, I'd CALL&amp;nbsp;THEM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just become more and more lazy because they think just because they hit the &amp;quot;send&amp;quot; button on their email that the message they sent automatically will be seen.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheenabea:97972</id>
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    <title>You know your car is truly cool...</title>
    <published>2009-03-09T03:14:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-09T03:14:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... when you drive past a group of 4 year olds and all of them shout &amp;quot;COOOOOL!&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;WOWWW!&amp;quot; as they point and wave at your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says a cool car is one that is defined by adults... I think the real &amp;quot;cool&amp;quot; cars are ones that kids look at and think are. :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheenabea:97706</id>
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    <title>New Job!</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T03:53:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-25T03:53:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So! I realized I didn't say anything about my new job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;had an interview on Tuesday last week to see about a position at Angell as a Surgery Tech and everything just so happened to work out and everything and they offered me the job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was unemployed for about 4 days, but still, I am wholly grateful I have a job. I still collect some unused vacation time for my old job, but yay for new job!&amp;nbsp;:)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheenabea:97444</id>
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    <title>Why is everything a big production?</title>
    <published>2009-02-24T21:42:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-24T21:42:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why does everything these days seem to evolve from some intimate, friendly gathering into a ginormous big production or &amp;quot;monster&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend mentioned in conversation the other day that an event she originally participated when it first started and now 6 years later, she is refusing to attend for the sheer principal that the original event was never supposed to mutate into the big fanfare it is today. I never thought of it in that light before and it makes me wonder about other things we exacerbate the situation into something bigger than it was ever meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to keeping some things simple? Why is everything evolved into something complicated? It makes me wonder.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheenabea:97169</id>
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    <title>And with that...</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T23:28:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T23:28:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...I am unemployed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheenabea:96872</id>
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    <title>Sheena's theory of Evolution - Or lack thereof</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T17:47:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T17:47:40Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So, I have a theory... Granted it is based mainly on observation, my basic biological understanding of the universe, and the principles of evolution according to microbiology and Darwin's theory of evolution (which while I still subscribe to the basic principles of being a Christian, I can totally understand how dinosaurs and all that came to exist as well). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that as a human race, we have completely and utterly fudged up our own evolution as a species. Now, the basic principles of evolution mainly suggests that the strong survive and the weak (both physically and genetically) die off to rid the species gene pool of strong genetic makeups. We went wrong with natural evolution as soon as we invented/created modern medicine. Almost in the basic forms of vaccines. Now, don't get me wrong, in order for modern society to exist the way WE want it to, we need them. But, from a genetically viable and stable continuation of robust and strong genetic traits, we have flushed all those down the drain. We no longer have natural selection and evolution in the basic sense like the rest of the wild/natural world still lives by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't want my family and those I can about to just die because I don't think they are genetically viable... heck, I probably would have died somewhere along the way too, but that is against what exactly I&amp;nbsp;mean and am trying to get across. We keep babies around that are BORN&amp;nbsp;with heart conditions/half a heart after a full term pregnancy. In the natural world, this is natural selection, a genetic defect in the DNA would be removed from the pool if the newborn didn't survive such a SIGNIFICANT defect. But with modern medicine, we keep them alive and give them a fighting chance and in most cases they live on to reproduce and hence carry on&amp;nbsp; the genetic weakness, even if their own children don't express the phenotype. This is just one of MANY&amp;nbsp;examples, but what I am just trying to get at is we are polluting our own evolutionary gene pool for much much future generations (i.e. hundreds of years down the road). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hold on to the belief that in many generations later, but sooner than &amp;quot;evolution&amp;quot;, we will become infertile much like in the movie Children of Men. All women lost the ability to become pregnant and bear children. There are SOOOO many families now out there that use infertility almost as if it is standard procedure for starting a family. Just think about it, the genetics are dictating that you naturally cannot conceive children, which basically means evolution is telling you not to carry on your genes for some reason. Yet, with the help of modern medicine again, we unnaturally cause women to become pregnant and&amp;nbsp; give birth to not just ONE child that carries those reproductive weak genes, but multiples of 4 or 6 or even 8! Where does this make logic for the sake of genetics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I believe that people shouldn't do infertility treatments... but it just put the query out into the world... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger questions are about what are we supposed to do about it and if we really want to?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheenabea:96578</id>
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    <title>sheenabea @ 2009-02-02T12:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-02T17:20:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-02T17:20:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Give. Me. A. Freakin'. Break. Okay?!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheenabea:96501</id>
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    <title>Money Money Money Money...</title>
    <published>2009-01-26T17:16:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-26T17:16:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why does the world only revolve around money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work yourself to death over money, you cry over money, you fight over money, you kill over money... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate it. Money just makes you and everyone else feel worthless. It starts wars and it ends relationships. Never is it worth it... and yet, we all still NEED it to survive... not cool. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if money didn't exist, a lot of our problems would end or at least greatly diminish.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheenabea:95515</id>
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    <title>Voting Today</title>
    <published>2008-11-05T01:59:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-05T01:59:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I voted for Barrack Obama today for President. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty undecided up until the final weeks before the election today. For many different reasons, but I feel it was my duty as a US citizen to vote for someone instead of no one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the news networks right now to watch and see who will be the next president. We need a change and quickly. We have been tortures for the past 8 years and finally the country is starting to realize it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this is any big demographic or official proof, but on my facebook page, everyone's been voting today, which is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the outcome...</content>
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    <title>Horseback riding = Judge of Character?</title>
    <published>2008-09-23T03:05:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-23T03:05:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So, today while I was driving home from work, I randomly starting thinking about horseback riding. Two friends of mine recently expressed interest in joining me up to the barn I kinda sorta teach/ride at. Its more on a barter/honor system where I ride and teach and no one has to pay anyone anything. Works out well considering I'm pretty broke. I just have to pay for gas to get up there really.&amp;nbsp;Anywho! I was thinking about how there are so many people out there who are so motivated to ride and are completely gung-ho about the idea... until then plop themselves in the saddle. And then instantly you get the &amp;quot;oh shit, what was I thinking look&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the look too... because for anyone whether it be a horse person or not, everyone has that first realization as you sit in the saddle that all of a sudden, you know you are tempting fate. By getting on that animal's back, you are relying on it to keep you from meeting what normally you call &amp;quot;blessed ground&amp;quot;. They have that look of terror and panic where all they really want to do is immediately get off and run as farrrr away from the barn as they can and not look back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, as much as you mutter to yourself what an evil person you are for thinking it, you sometimes even smirk and smile when you get someone who is cocky and arrogant and thinks they can just hop on a horse for the first time ev-ar and gallop off while roping loose cattle. You get them all prepped on the ground and they boast how it is a piece of cake and even go so far as to insulting the horse they are about to mount, saying things like they can take them and that horses aren't so tough... dude... you've been in a horse's presence for all of 10 minutes... just you wait. They saunter up to the horse, you explain and emphasize certain IMPORTANT things about sitting upright in the saddle and mounting and how to adjust the stirrups on the ground to save time. All to this more smirks from Mr. Know-It-All-But-Never-Been-On-A-Horse. You just bite your tongue and wait... and then they mount up, have the horse take a few steps and they freeze. Both their body and their face. You wait to see what they will do, but usually nothing. They stammer and you can see the blood drain from their face completely. Not so tough up on a horse now, are you? You, of course, being the humble rider/instructor you are, take it in stride and move on from your moment to get them to be a bit more confortable in the saddle and being 5 feet off the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why horseback lessons, even if it is only two or three ever in their lives, is a good way to bring out a person's character. Horse's are by no means trying to bring out the worst in people... just bring out who they really are and quite possibly encourage themselves to rise above their own short comings. You can tell the people who really come to learn. They are the ones that hang on every word you say and fix the problem, or at leat attempt to fix the issue right away while riding. They keep at it even when they don't get the desired response. They acknowledge they are the ones that are the problem and know they need to be more clear for the horse they are riding to &amp;quot;understand&amp;quot; with them. The ones that just get so frustrated and really do not have the patience to challenge themselves are the ones that get fed up, demand to get off, blame the horse for not &amp;quot;obeying&amp;quot; or other see &amp;quot;failures&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to like riding to be good at it. Though it does help. You also don't have alot of &amp;quot;seat time&amp;quot; when you start. The funny thing with riding is that it is one of those &amp;quot;I've been there before&amp;quot; types of challenges in life. True, it isn't a milestone everyone in their lifetime will encounter, but I feel for those who truly just want to learn, you learn a lot more than you thought you would, but in a very good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding teaches patience. Above all else, it also teaches humility. I think I've learned some of my best lessons through riding. As corny as that sounds, it is so very true. I have had my share of pride and embarassment. Just when you think you can do no wrong and no better, a horse comes and knocks you off that pedestal as fast as you first got on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can horses also be a judge of character? Sure they can. However, I've been around a bunch of horses and a bunch of people and I've never witnessed this. But, I can say horses do seem to sense certain needs of others and accomodate on a need be basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ask, how can horseback riding be a judge of character in someone? Because it brings out the person we truly are. Only at our most unsure and nervous state are we able to prove who we are and how we will emerge from it.</content>
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    <title>Move #628,992!</title>
    <published>2008-08-31T20:34:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-31T20:34:01Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Okay, so not that many moves, but I have moved my stuff more times than you can count on one hand.&amp;nbsp;Which is not a lot for some college students or even for military families... but still... it is a lot of time and energy to move your stuff from point A to point B. And this time, this move has a &amp;quot;point C&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are supposed to be out of our Quincy place officially by 9/6 and I can't move during the week, I moved out ALLLL my stuff from the apartment today, with some much appreciated help from my dad, Bob, and Armen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 of the move will commence tomorrow to my new apartment in Watertown. The reason for this layover is because the landlord said it isn't going to be vacated by the old tenants until then. At first, this would see like a slight hitch, but now looking at it, it is a much better situation. We get to have a break between the craziness of moving and moving in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to say it has only been part 1 so far, but this has been the easiest move so far. I think it is mainly due to the fact that I had already boxed up all my crap and put it into boxes and organized it into one main location in the apartment rather than having to pack everything up today AND move it out as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't have to be doing many more moves in my future. Each time I have more and more stuff to move. It used to all fit in one minivan, now I have a 5'x5'x8' trailer, a full mid-size SUV&amp;nbsp;and some extras waiting on deck. Not a TON of stuff, but nonetheless... it isn't fun to move it EVERY year.&amp;nbsp; I am looking forward to this new place. It should be quite an adventure and so close to so many good things... Armenian bakeries, Ranc's ice cream, Starbucks, pizza places... work! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till the 2nd half of the move!</content>
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    <title>Executing a story</title>
    <published>2008-08-27T02:38:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-27T02:38:24Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It's so interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people out there crave the attention of those around them. They desire it. They yearn for it. If there isn't at least one person focusing on them, listening to their stories of their life, they start going crazy. They are practically addicted to it. Like a strung out drug addict looking for their next fix, only perhaps safer... they need to have people hanging onto every word they said. The amazing thing about it is that they CAN tell a story, and draw others into it and hold someone's attention, executing the story with such precision like an Olympic gymnast. They just deliver while winning everyone's attention and interest in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all people who are "story tellers" desire it like the attention seekers. Some just are very personable. There is definitely a difference. Those are the ones that tell a story just carry on a conversation, or to learn about others. They are in very cooperative in conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am neither of the above. I am not a wallflower... however, I also am not someone who can grab and hold a whole group of people by a thread of a sentence. I commend those people. They have a gift, a skill, a very desirable trait to hold on to. Some people call it the "gift of gab", and I, while I don't enjoy the phrase, would have to also just admire what they can say and do to collect even the most disinterested person in a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how there are punch lines to every joke? I crash and burn at delivering the lines the time. I admit this full well and true. I cannot entertain with short conversation or temporary conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to talk about the meaning of life and what that is all about. Or debate about why people act and think the way they do and try to break it down... I'm your gal. I'll get into serious topics and debates or how the stars were born, but short talk, little blips of conversations which break up the awkward silences and are so VASTLY important in day to day interactions with those your work with or those you just meet... those are the real conversation starters. I can hold a conversation with someone I have known for more than a few months... but I am still attempting to brush up on the finer points of commanding a conversation.</content>
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    <title>Music and Poetry</title>
    <published>2008-08-06T01:16:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-06T01:16:34Z</updated>
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    <category term="time"/>
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    <content type="html">Music is Poetry... I have always believed it to be the case. True, most songs sung by artists are written by songwriters, but it has to come from somewhere. Someone has to be thinking or feeling that way to write it. Most don't come out of thin air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write poetry all the time. I was a poetry writing fiend back in high school and middle school. In college, that pretty much slowed down almost to a full stop, then once I graduated, I got a job, bought a car... well, you guessed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this new job and literally a month of "down time" before moving into my new digs in Watertown, I have started to think about resurrecting a lot of my old poems. I was going through my data storage HD (external) to back up files and songs and pictures, as God knows I have too many of both now. I glanced over a bunch of poems I had written near the end of high school/beginning of college. I would love to build off those and bring some of them back to the limelight. Just for the fact that I haven't done it in so long. Not that other things in my life aren't worth the time, but I find I have ignored a lot of the things that make me me and ultimately what makes people want to be around me and maybe even enjoy my company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very philosophical discussion about two weeks ago and at first it was funny to get my brain start thinking in alternate parallels... but once I did and focused on it and got the mind juices flowing, the thoughts just came to me faster than I could spit them all out! It was such a great thing. I haven't really "used" my mind and what I store away in it for awhile that my brain was literally waving a sign in my head "Welcome Back!" it isn't everyday you get to have a philosophical discussion or even have it with someone who is willing to listen and also build off of or dispute your ideas. Its very refreshing and quite rewarding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work today and they had the radio on and I heard the song by Lifehouse - "Whatever It Takes" and put it to memory to try and remember to check out the lyrics without the melody behind it. Lifehouse actually has a lot of great songs with poignant lyrics and melodies. I recommend checking out some of their work.&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to post the lyrics, but it made me think about my own poems I have written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a quote out there... and if anyone knows me, I am very much into quotes... that sums up a lot of what people are dealing with on a daily basis. It is mainly about life and how we deal with those around us, but I found this statement once and have loved it since:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't see others as they are, we see them as we are." - Anais Nin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I end with that thought of the evening.&amp;nbsp; :)</content>
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    <title>Venting and Thinking...</title>
    <published>2008-07-25T17:58:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-25T17:58:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I have had this past week off in between my old job and my new one. I had been very hopeful to have a stress-free week to get rid of all the anxiety I have built up from a variety of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother didn't end up getting married last week. Crazy as all that was. I can't believe I was that stressed out about, but with that, work ending, and some not too great turn outs with the use car by brother bought, I am trying yet again to unwind and get my blood pressure back down to a reasonable level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was updating my archival hard drive today and came across some old files/essays I had written for my ethical theory class. It was a class that they had deemed a "3rd year class" in college, aka Junior year in college, yet, I took it as a sophomore. It was a philosophy and it was found that you need to conciously get in the mindset to expand your mind and thought process to alternative ways of thinking and viewpoints. Almost like when you take your first physics class and you have to think in numerical ways that is a little different, or the same with statistics. It just a different way of thinking that you need to wrap your mind around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading an essay I wrote about Augustine talking about good and evil. In the reading we were interpreting and understanding, Augustine believed that good was learned or rather, as we learned more throughout our life, the more good we become and want to move away from evil. He believes we don't learn evil but rather that it is within all human beings. He believes this to be true because while there is good in the world, "evil" is what precludes all intentions until we learn as humans and then we chose to become more good. Showing in essence that we as humans &lt;i&gt;want &lt;/i&gt;to be good, we just need to learn in each circumstance what is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to relax and just let everything work itself out. I worry about other people's problems, much like my mom does, and I need to just worry about my own life's happenings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my college years finished, I haven't pushed my mind as much as I know I want to. I love to think out of the box and be aware of life and know that every action I have on someone has some effect on them. I always want to keep expanding my thought process and now that I will have time (literally) to do so with my new job, I'll be most likely posting a lot more often to bounce off thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come... :)</content>
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    <title>Something just doesn't make sense here</title>
    <published>2008-07-10T04:06:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T04:06:14Z</updated>
    <category term="vermont"/>
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    <content type="html">Today work just zapped the life out of me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and it makes me wonder... should it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I won't have to deal with it too much longer. I am starting to loathe the consumer. Am I really that much of an idiot/bitch/psychopath on the phone or in person when I buy things?! I hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom: The one person you DON'T want to piss off is your waiter... EVER! Seen the movie "Waiting"? Um... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's eventful and yet mind numbing day made me ponder the thought... while I was up in Vermont during 4th of July weekend, you finally got a chance to take a breath, stop for a moment, and come back down to the pace of nature: calm and collected and rational in every sense of the word. Now I know why I love Vermont so much. It is just so peaceful and serene. It was pointed out to me that getting a break from the hectic world of "everything else" that you get to reflect on the important things... what really matters and what is really important. Once "all the crap" melts away, you are left with everything that is real. And the sad thing is, you get swept right back up into all of it - reality - even before you officially return back to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me just want to cherish every moment we get of vacation and break time just that much more. Its like we shed off all the lead weight that collects over time that we don't even realize is there burdening us until we escape from it all and realize how much of a bitch it really is/was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to try to savor my week off before starting my new job. I need to reboot and just reapproach my career with optimism rather than contempt and dread. I need to do what I love. Not love what I do, because if you hate it and you try to convince yourself you love it, then you'll just be in agony.</content>
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    <title>Filed tax returns!</title>
    <published>2008-02-08T04:03:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T04:03:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woohoo! I filed my tax returns with TurboTax and it was actually pretty painless. Now I just can't wait for the return to come in! ;)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheenabea:90981</id>
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    <title>A bit of a break</title>
    <published>2008-01-12T05:01:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-12T05:01:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am back to normal life yet again. I forget how crazy and hectic the holiday season really makes you feel. Not that I don't mind the extra family and person time with those you love, it is more so the stress of "everything else" that makes it not so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is turning back to normalicy. It was not busy today at all, which was nice, because everyone was able to get stuff done. I still have a lot of stuff to do and catch up on, but mainly just getting back into a normal routine like pre-holiday rush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted a pretty extensive proposal to my supervisors (with their approval to work on draft) last Friday and just checked in today. They are working on it (and other things) and will be getting back to me shortly about this. As I was writing it up, I had more and more things pop into my head to write about. It is definitely something I want to work on and maybe help modify and enhance my position and what I do exactly. I don't want to "move" to purchasing, I want definitely be a part of the sales team, but have some type of influential purchasing role that helps with the customer contact which in turn helps our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rearranged my room at my apartment. It feels a bit better, but needs a few more tweaks. I like to sleep on the left side of the bed I have noticed. I slept ok on the right last night, but after much moving around and modifying. I am more of a left brain thinker also. I can get creative, but I use more logic and reasoning. I really have to get in a groove to start chugging out good ideas. They don't just come up on a whim like right brain people do.</content>
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    <title>From the Cape to Quincy... whee!</title>
    <published>2007-12-13T23:51:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-13T23:51:34Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So, my commute home seemed almost comical to myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most New Englanders know, it is snowing outside right now. Not crazy blizzard snow, but lightly steadily falling snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought of the day today: Thank GOD I got my winter snow tires put on. Nokian WR's on my stock S-Lite wheels (which you think is just complete irony as they are the heaviest wheel MINI has out there). So I get to work today, sky is clear, but you know it is coming, the birds are not chirping and everything is just "silent". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in Plymouth and snow was not expected to start until 2pm, but it couldn't wait to be the real first snow storm, so it started to fall around 12:00. By 12:30 when I took my lunch, there was already 1/2" on the ground and the roads were already slippery with the wet snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the snow fall more and more out our windows and at one point, there was so much snow falling, it was almost a white out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bosses decided that the far away living people should leave work early, so two left at 3pm and I was to leave at 4pm. Around 3:30, they decided it was best to have EVERYONE go home early as basically the rest of the office had that idea already and we were virtually the only ones remaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked outside and the snow was about 4 inches deep already! My car was covered, but luckily, one of the IT guys was brushing everyone's cars off (including mine)... ouchie... poor car paint :(&amp;nbsp; He left some on the top and joked "It needs all the weight it can get!" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my new snow tires, I was off and away to start my journey home. It was slow going that was for sure. Rt. 3 was barely plowed, but I figured if I careened off the road, I had rations - my left over sub from from D'Angelos and soda... yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I made it back okay, listening to Kiss 108 say a million times that Jingle ball was still happening and everyone to still come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest/hairest part of the trip was probably the last 1/2 mile drive down Burgin Parkway. It wasn't plowed AT ALL, just the trails left of previous cars. I think my car even helped to plow the snow a bit! Then I had to go up this *little* hill and this Mercedes coupe couldn't even make it up it!! Thankfully, the MINI handled fine (even with less weight!) and I got into my parking garage safe and sound! :)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sheenabea:90510</id>
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    <title>A single typing error...</title>
    <published>2007-12-04T01:42:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-04T01:42:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...and you could get unsolicited sex phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. For the past 3 months, I have been getting random phone calls from random sleazy guys, all asking along one line or another if "I still give massages". Yes... those kind of massages too. It happened to be funny the first time, but then, it kept happening more and more often. And then finally reached its excessiveness yesterday. I got a total of 5 calls, all from different sketchy and sleazy men looking for a sensual message. I had in the past just told them it was the wrong number but with 4 calls in a few hour period I had to ask myself what the hell was going on. One of the men actually hinted about Craigs List. Lo and behold with some sleuthing, MY cell phone number popped up on a variety of ads the "erotic services" section listed under a few different ads posted on different days. The most recent ad listed the wrong number, MY number. The "correct" number had been flipped and thus horny, raunchy men were calling ME instead of this "Asian massage and everything else" girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I emailed Craigs List once. Not even 10 minutes later I got another call. It was a guy that obviously was nervous and kept blabbing on and on. After his schpeal I stated this is the wrong f***ing number, the number he wants is "so and so". Then, above all that, he says "oh okay... but you sound nice you know..." Yeah. Don't even go there bud. I said no, go away, don't call again and hung up on the ass wipe. I sent another email to Craigs List, this time with the links to the ads that had my number as well as the correct "listing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email back today that they removed the ad and so forth. But not before I got TWO calls from another two numbers, one leaving a message too! I didn't listen to it until the end of the day because I knew what it was all about. I called the number back, cursed them out on a voice message and STRONGLY suggested they don't call back, or I'll call the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home tonight, I found the cell phone company that supported the number and proceeded to see if there was anything they could do. Of course they are no help and suggest to me that I call this number and see if they can change their number or do something about this. Me, at my wits end and not wanting to get another sleazy, demeaning call, I call this number -- of course no answer and I proceed to leave a message saying that if this person who puts up these ads does not double check what number they are putting out there for the world to read and call, especially about soliticing sex for money AKA prostitution, then I would need to notify the authorities. I get a call back not even 5 minutes later and this Asian pimp answers saying he is so sorry and asking for forgiveness and yadda yadda. I say either he checks his work/ads next time, or next call I get unsolicited, I'm informing the cops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... only me right? /me sighs</content>
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    <title>Sickness Triangle of Doom!</title>
    <published>2007-11-20T00:12:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-20T00:13:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, i think I have finally caught the cold that has been going around these last two weeks. It has been transferred to almost everyone in the Sales Team... and I think I finally caught it. Or it has caught up to me actually. What good is a flu shot if it doesn't work?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm going to pray it stays away tomorrow, but, if I feel like crap, I'm calling in sick, I don't care if I have to work late or not, sick is sick and nothing can be done about it. Bleh...</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Holiday Rush and Junk Food</title>
    <published>2007-11-15T04:13:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-15T04:13:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That basically is summing up the past week of my life. It has been crazy busy at work. With the holiday season fastly approaching and apparently getting the highest number of calls the company did last year this past week, I can only imagine the rush the Monday after Thanksgiving... Oy vey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting with my supervisor today and it was basically just a check in to make sure that I wasn't feeling overwhelmed or overly stretched thin. I mean, there isn't that much that can be done. When it is busy, it is busy, not much else to say. She also asked if there was anything else I was interested in in the company in general and I blanked. I've been thinking of different things I would like to work on the company, but yeah, I just drew a blank. I did get to say I am interested in going to trade shows and talking about the products face to face with the customer. She said she would talk to the woman in charge of said affairs and that she is totally confident I can handle myself around them. Woohoo for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I hung out for a bit on Sunday. It was nice to see her and then also just spend time with her. I don't do that much anymore now that I'm living away from home. We ended up just chatting and going shopping. Well, not really, we went to Christmas Tree Store and found some replacement curtains and then some cleaning items for me for my bathroom. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car club is moving along. I like the ideas that everyone has come up with and I wish I can just be as half as creative as they are on a whim. Don't get me wrong, once I get started, I can't stop the ideas flowing, but it takes that first step to do so. That is what I have the hardest time with. Which is probably why I would never succeed as an artist or designer. I would like to be a muse and so forth, but I just don't have that knack to "spark" creativity. Hmmm... I need to work on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I love having my own apartment? Well, at least living away from home and being as independent as I can right now? True, there are some moment where you are just like "whoa" but overall, it is pretty nice.</content>
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    <title>I promise!</title>
    <published>2007-11-14T14:17:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-14T14:17:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I promise to update soon... life has been fairly if not extraordinarily busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to update on, maybe I'll get to that tonight.</content>
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    <title>Yes, enjoying foliage in life is a requirement...</title>
    <published>2007-10-28T04:28:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-28T04:28:48Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I know, odd title... but I have no other ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is busy, and honestly, I don't feel like updating much these days, but don't feel left out, as I do not write in my journal either, sadly enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy month of October, but a quite good one. I'll give photo chronicles, since I can and I like taking them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month started off with Armen and I going into Boston via T line and seeing the Lippizzaner stallions. We then proceeded to walk about Boston since it was such a gorgeous day out. Trekked to Fanueil Hall to eat at Hard Rock Cafe, then wandered down to the North End through the *new* green way, and had some Modern Pastry goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2267/1528871386_c9234b3402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next week, it was the MOP Motor-tober event. I even got a photo taken of me in my car and a complete stranger that is also a MINI owner, printed two poster prints and gave them to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2333/1528300932_dbf252175e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend following, there was the annual Come to MAMA, a MINI driving run where you get to take in the foliage of the season. It was a lovely fall day, filled with a lot of new and old MINI owners and friends. We had a lot of good times and just joking around as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2029/1582295928_645c9a8361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I led the apple pickin' sundae run the following Sunday. It was beautiful sunny weather, totally opposite from last year... it was cold, raw, and rainy last time. The foliage and drive were great, I took a few wrong turns and might have harassed my co-pilot a little too much and ruthlessly, I'll admit that also. He was a good sport. I am a really anal organizer. I am fine up to the minutes before, but I have a BIG problem if the schedule changes even in the slightest! I know, not good... I should lighten up a lot more. But, everyone had fun and despite the fact that the orchard had a bad year (hail storm in June ruined much of the crop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been unseasonably warm for most of the month and hardly any rain. I think fall has finally decided to arrive, but I'm not complaining. I just need to go get my winter wardrobe which is still at home. And of course, put away the summer clothes (until at least December... going on our cruise bay-bay!) The foliage this fall has just been amazing too. It is seeing and enjoying the foliage in New England which is one of those "little things" enjoy and and appreciate in life.</content>
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    <title>Yeah, I am alive...</title>
    <published>2007-09-24T03:58:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-24T03:58:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... but busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to know where I've been, its just too hard to pin point. I've been all over the place these last few days/weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe to say, I will be staying here this coming weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the process of unpacking some things, but the major furniture items have been put together and set up in the proper places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a real, walk in closet! I can't believe it as I can also fit my dresser in the closet, so this gives me more space in my actual bedroom for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been&amp;nbsp; having fun just being an adult and enjoying adult things. Ahem... not *those* adult things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well. I finally have gotten the acknowledgement from my supervisor that I am NOT screwing things up anymore, which is a plus. Woohoo for working hard. I am starting to find a groove to work into and it is going well on that end. Its great to have a friend that I know previously be working there now. Shannon and I are able to commute a few days a week, and it takes the bore out of driving to say the least of everything else that is cool about it. We are all done painting and the colors look wonderful, so there is another positive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a bunch of MINI events coming up soon, so I am looking forward to attending some of those, such as: Oktoberfast, Come to MAMA, and my own organized event "Apple Pickin' Sundae" It was a hit last year despite the fact that it poured, but we had a good turn out and a few good laughs. Should be a blast this year regardless of the weather. Sounds like we'll have a good crowd joining too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our MINI friend Pat, the one that was involved in the work related, life changing accident, is coming home to his newly remodeled home, will have a welcome home party/open house and I am looking forward to that as well. I haven't seen him in awhile, I feel bad I haven't seen him recently, but I feel as if it isn't the greatest time for visitors. I just never know what to do in those types of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaatje is adjusting very well, and aside from eating the other kittens' food, she is doing very well with them! I am one proud mama on that front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!</content>
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