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So….I’m in a fresh meat class for roller derby!

I have a derby blog, if any of ya’ll feel like following it. The link is:

It’s more obnoxious to comment if you aren’t a tumblr user, but you can send me an “ask” and I’ll post a reply, if you want to talk about derby stuff.

I gets updated twice a week, after each derby practice. There’s not  that much there yet, but it’s nice to have a record…. and I’m sure I’ll have more thoughts about the whole thing as it goes along. And our first crack at assessment so that we can become a level one skater happens on my birthday! YAYYYYY.

Anyways, I have a cold, and have to try to decide if it’s worth it braving my cold and the snow for class tonight. Ta!


Hello again.

Life is…alright. 🙂

I’ve got a new job. I work with clothes now. Don’t really feel like naming it publicly, since, as always, I like to keep my job. I get paid more out on the floor than I ever made as a “manager” at walmart, so that’s nice. Work isn’t too hard except that my body is more than a little annoyed with me. My knees have been protesting, and my hand doesn’t like it when I make a pinching motion (or even turning on the screen on my phone due to it going to sleep). Like, I’m somewhat concerned about my hand, but I’m pretty sure it’s because of how I’ve been holding the hangers, and I hope that will help it, at least a little.

Some of you may remember me obsessing about wanting to join roller derby? Well, I’ve gone and signed up for a fresh meat class. There might be a minor hitch the plans, but if so, it’ll all be fixed by the next time they offer the class (which is necessary before you can try to join the league!) I’m going to buy skates for it on Tuesday. I have skates, but apparently they are ill suited for derby, the least of it being they are high top and the ankles need to be able to move freely. Only problem is, skate shop is up in Nashua, which is a state over. Only about an hour away though. And maybe I’ll make a day of it by going to the indoor sky diving place that is literally right down the street from where the skate shop is (I probably won’t, shhh)

Funny story. I’ve been to the indoor sky diving place before. Lots of fun. Most recently, I actually saw skate shop as we were leaving. I saw the name, and wondered what in the world was sold there. And now here I am, actually making a trip specifically to go to said store. But seriously, it’s literally right down the street. I was amazed. I can probably see sky  diving place from skate shop, and vice versa.

But oh, if only I didn’t have to go there. But the gear needs to actually fit, class starts a week from Wednesday, returns would take forever, and there’s no sizing chart on the website. But I should get it from them, because they do a special deal with “fresh meat”.

OH MY GOD I’M SO EXCITED THIS MIGHT ACTUALLY FINALLY BE HAPPENING!!! And the best part is, when I tell people, they don’t expect little ol’ me to even WANT to do roller derby.

Other than that, things are things. The holidays went well, if awkwardly. Still mostly not talking to my mom, this mostly on her side this time for reasons I can’t even begin to fathom (seriously, I have no idea). Survived Nemo, and might post some ridiculous pictures soon. And….that’s it. I work. I come home. I watch bad tv shows. I sleep. Repeat. Sometimes something cool happens. Not that interesting. 🙂

If I did my math right (which I may not have….)

About $8000 will get me finished up with school, assuming that everything would transfer fine and I understood the requirements right. For undergrad, that is. Graduate school is a whole ‘nother beast. And we’re talking, like, before aid and everything….

Me finishing school involves a lot less debt than I was expecting. A lot less.

Still need to fix up a few issues before I go back though. Residual annoyances from the whole having to stop going in the first place, which lead to me moving here in the first place. So I need to get a job, and get money, before I can go. But that is **crosses fingers** hopefully falling into place. And now that I’m thinking about it, that’s making me endlessly worried too. Gulp. But they offer tuition reimbursement, so that’d make things even easier….

Dear god though, it’s getting close. It’s looking more and more possible. I can almost taste it. It’s so close it hurts, and it’s so hard to wait. And I can’t even go talk to them until I get the financial shit sorted out, because if I get it all planned out and then it takes too long and I can’t go…I’d be crushed. I honestly don’t think I could handle that. To get so close to going back, just to fail….can’t do it. But….

This is a lot less to worry about than I thought it was. I mean, $8000 isn’t pocket change. But I remember when I first went away to school, about $8000 was the gap between my aid and what I needed. And for that to be all that’s left for me to finish….makes it seem a lot more manageable.

Maybe I’ll be able to fulfil my resolution to finish school come fall semester. That’d be nice. If I get the job I want, I’ll be able to fulfil all my resolutions. Here’s to this being an amazing year!

Resume flailing…

So, I’m trying to get an “adult job”. I’m tired of all the retail BS. I mean, it’s a job, but even if I was working 40 hours a week at walmart (which they wouldn’t allow, and I didn’t want anyways…I hated my life enough with the 30-something hours I got…) I wouldn’t have been able to afford an apartment once you add in things like utilities, and food, and such….like, that’s a studio with just me. I mean, if it got bumped up to a one bedroom, and boyfriend contributed….we’d still be kinda close to not being able to make it (because with boyfriend comes car insurance and gas and car maintenance…..). Nevermind trying to afford a car of my own (we’re lucky boyfriend and I got jobs so close, otherwise I’m not sure how well things would have worked…my short-lived job at the mall was hellish trying to figure out transportation, especially considering that the bus in this town can’t be depended on, and actually screwed me out of a job interview….) or anything like that…

So, I posted a mopey facebook post about wanting an undo button for life, because I was just so darn mopey about my situation. And a friend of mine checked in, because I’m not that prone to posting sad facebook messages (angry, I do very very well, because I’m good at ranting…but sad, I don’t do too often…). Friend has a good job. Friend can “refer” me to another job in said company that I am actually potentially qualified for. Sweet.

But then I look at my reusme….the poor thing has seen better days. And I want to make a good impression, since I reflect upon friend. So I decide to remake my resume with a new template and make everything spifferific….

And then I get to the objective section.

The objective section makes no freaking sense to me. The objective is, obviously, to find a job, or I suppose get experience for an internship.  But you can’t write “my objective is to be as obedient as a wage slave as I need to be for you to give me a paycheck.” Well, you can, but I doubt you’d get hired. (Don’t give me that crap about finding a job I love. I don’t know of any job that consists of sitting around in my PJ’s all day and watching anime, playing video games, and being on tumblr. And I don’t really have the motivation to write for a living, nor, I think, the skill, as much as I love it) Employers know that most of the time, it’s about getting a job. I feel like it’s a sadistic trick….”Let’s make them lie really really well if they want this job. Let’s see who gets the most flowery”

As much as I hate online retail job applications in general, I think they have the right idea. Fill in the blanks with your info. I mean, sure, many of them have the option to upload your resume as well, but… it’s not necessary, and often, won’t reflect poorly on you if you don’t, because THEY ALREADY HAVE ALL OF YOUR INFORMATION! RESUME IS SUPERFLUOUS AT THAT POINT!

But I want this job. Really bad. I’m not going to get into specifics, but it’s really cool. Commute may kinda suck for a bit, but I have plans for that too.

I’m also trying to kick caffeine. I’ve currently got a headache that kills that I’ve had since yesterday, and I’m irritable as all get out. And there are handymen (boyfriend’s parents are on a home improvement kick) and they’re banging and painting and monopolizing both bathrooms and I really need to use one of them. Bah. Bad day for this. Oh well. I’m probably cranky enough that Andrew is gonna force some soda into me anyways >_<.

But I should really stop procrastinating. I should go work on that. Wish me luck.

My new phone!

Ah! I got a new phone!!

So, back in May or so, I finally broke down and bought for myself my first real “smart phone” (my sidekick back in the day doesn’t really count…) It was fun, but as time went on, it’s been having issues. Lots of issues. Rebooting in the middle of phone interviews and my contacts freaking crashing issues. I was not pleased. But, it was a fairly cheap phone, and I used it almost constantly, so I wasn’t surprised.

So for Christmas, I super upgraded. Google Nexus 4. 16 gb version.  Probably really bad timing on my part, for various reasons, but my old phone had become practically unusable (when your phone is a touch screen, it’s REALLY not good for the touch capability to stop working at random…) and I’d be way overpaying for service if I went with a non-smart phone.

So cool. I’ve had the phone since Thursday, but my sim just came in today. Playing around with it so much. 🙂

I’m so happy. I actually have a good phone. My old phone wasn’t “good”, even when I got it. And it does the cool “tap” thing that you see on the Galaxy S3 commercials for like…half the price. Boyfriend and his mom both have Galaxy S3 phones, so tapping with them will be fun. And my friend has the same phone, different size, so I can tap with him. Squee.

Now to go and teach it all my slang. It took forever for the old one to learn it, so might as well get a head start now….

(and for those people who actually know me, it’s the same number. Not the New Hampshire one. The Massachusetts one. Let me know about any questions…)


Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow, all of my lovely readers! Sorry I haven’t written much recently, life has just been…strange.

Finally left “Big Blue Box Store” Aka walmart. That was good. My other job is kinda annoying though. I feel so slimy, selling people expensive shit they don’t need. I’m mostly viewing it as a stopgap job until I can get another one. I don’t know if I can keep working there much longer regardless though. It was a bad decision. But if I had stayed at walmart, due to scheduling, I wouldn’t have been able to do Thanksgiving, because I’d have to be back too early to even make it worth going. Argh

Good thing about all this though? I was thinking about it earlier today…and I did some math…and I figured out how much I need to make an hour to be self sufficient. To be able to live on my own, pay my bills, so on and so forth, without needing a roomie or anything. Not that I’m necessarily planning on it, or anything, or at least, any time soon. But so that I could if I wanted to. And so I’ve started to look for those jobs. I’m not going to settle for less than that. I’m a smart girl, I am capable of so much more than what I’ve been doing, and I’m tired of dealing with the bull that comes along with living as I have.

I’m also sorting out some school stuff, that I should have sorted out ages ago. I don’t know why I didn’t. Fear of messing up, or falling flat on my face? Depression? I don’t know. But I’m moving forward.

I know where I want to be in life. Now I just need to somehow figure out how to get there. And get out of retail hell, because without years of experience, they aren’t going to pay me what I need to get what I want.

But other than that, stuff is okay enough. Everyone around me is upgrading their phones, and I didn’t get the one I wanted, but at least I have a working phone, so I can be grateful for that. I have friends who occasionally do stuff with me (even though they don’t do all that I want with me. But then, I want people around constantly, so that would never happen). And even if I fuck things up royally, I have a roof over my head. And even though it’s all for temporary stuff, and none of them fit these new goals I’ve made, I’ve gotten like…three calls back about jobs this past week? So that’s promising, and hopefully will continue as I move on up to other types of jobs. Just got to keep trying until I get there. And, probably, fake it until I make it, although hopefully not that much of that, because I hate faking, and that’s part of why I hate current job!

…Before this turns into a total whine fest, I’m going to stop. But, life is okay enough, I am okay enough, and hopefully things will be better soon (because I am optimistic at the moment, and believe I have what it takes! Let’s hope it doesn’t crash down and swing the same amount the opposite way!)

Things I am thankful for (in no particular order):

My life

My health

My friends

The fact that I am employed (if not the actual job)

My phone (it likes do to things like have the touch screen stop working, or forget all my contacts and stuff like that, but it’s a relatively reliable smart phone that does what I need, usually)

My family, even the ones who aren’t related by blood, and even the ones far away.

The fact that I have a roof over my head, whether I am employed or not

My brain, and how it works (usually. And even when I don’t like how it works, I like that I know it’ll go back to the other way eventually)

My little spiky ball of hate (aka my hedgie)

And that I’m going to be able to have a tasty dinner today. So many people won’t.

I wrote this last night, because as we speak, I’m either in Maine or on my way up. Have a great and safe Thanksgiving!

Random dribble

If, by some random weird quirk of fate, I ever become a stripper, my stripper name will be Chastity. This has been brought to you by “Going to see Magic Mike with my friend this morning”.

So, going to the bathroom in my high school was a Very Serious Issue. You see, at any given time, there were only half or so of the bathrooms open. You found out which ones were open by finding the bathroom monitor, which were teachers who were assigned to sit at a table outside the bathroom. You went there, you signed in, with the time you got there, did your business, signed out with the time you left, and went back to class. (What was done with the forms? I don’t know. It kinda creeps me out to imagine them all filed away somewhere in the office…)

Sometimes you’d get overzealous bathroom monitors, or teachers. You see, the bathroom monitor had to sign your pass back to class. But if you took too long either to get to the bathroom, or were in the bathroom too long, they wouldn’t sign it (this only happened once the entire time I was there, when I had to poo during third period, but some other people I knew it happened to rather frequently until they figured out they could avoid those ones by going to another floor, because they were tired of being penalized for having class on the opposite side of the building). And in some classes, not getting the pass signed could mean detention, because the  teacher would check, and assume you hadn’t gone to the bathroom instead. (Some teachers were very suspicious of the students. They would call the nurse and ask “What (name) there last period?” because them puking in class could have just been a ploy to get out of class. Yes, I kid you not, there was a teacher who did this)

That, in and of itself, was annoying enough. I mean, first you force me to come to this place almost every day, and then you proceed to treat me like a criminal, and tell me I took too long pooping so you’re not going to sign my slip and get me a detention, which makes me stay at this place even longer? But it got worse than that. Two specific incidents come to mind…

Supposedly, there was a gang problem at my high school. I say supposedly, because I never actually say any evidence besides teenagers being teenagers and boasting that they were a gang. And supposedly, there was one called the Red Shirt Fraternity. And they are why I got sent to my administrator by a bathroom monitor.

It was a Thursday. It was my first, maybe second week of school. It’s at some point before lunch, because I was wondering if I would be able to find my new friends at lunch that day. I had to use the bathroom. As I’m signing in, the bathroom monitor goes, “What do you think you’re doing, wearing that?”

I look down with alarm at my clothing. I was confused, and had no idea what she was talking about. I knew the dress code was different, but all I was wearing was a red t-shirt that covered everything, a pair of jeans, and some sneakers. I looked confusedly at her. Apparently that constituted giving her attitude, and I was escorted down to the administrator.

I was so confused and worried. What had I done that landed me in the administrator’s office already? Was I going to be a “bad kid” at my new school?

The administrator called me in to his office. When he asked, I honestly told him I had no idea why I was brought there. He mentioned that I should know not to wear red shirts on Thursday, because it was a “gang sign” and no “gang signs” were allowed in the school. I quickly assured him that I had no idea of that, and that it was only my second week in this school and how there was nothing about red shirts in the dress code, and that I had studied it to make sure I wouldn’t get in trouble because the dress code was so different than the other school I had been to. He believed me, and let me go, with a warning to “never wear red on a Thursday again!”
(the funny thing is, unintentionally, I did a few other times, later on during my time there. No one said anything. Funny how arbitrary things are…)

Another time, it was near the beginning of the school year. I had on a pair of boy-shorts, because due to the restrictions on length of shorts and my disproportionately long at the time legs, no pairs of girl shorts fit me at the time, and a somewhat baggy t-shirt. However, I had long flowing hair to my shoulders, and that was my normal fashion those days, so I thought nothing of it.

Went to go to the girl’s bathroom. “That’s the wrong door..” the monitor said. I look up, to make sure it’s the lady’s room. Try to go in the bathroom again. “I said that’s the wrong door!” she replied. I turned around, yelled at the top of my lungs, “I’M A GIRL!!!!!” and stormed into the bathroom. She apologized to me on my way out, but after seeing me look at the sign, and then continue to try to go in, you’d think she got the picture. I made sure that I was going into the right door. No need to push your preconceived ideas of how a boy or a girl should look like on me.

There was a point to this post, originally. I forget now. I’m just going to chalk it up as a random “experiences in the life of a Momo” post.


So, I am going to Canada this summer, to visit with a friend, and to say I’ve finally crossed a national border. Plus, why do I have to justify a small mini-vacation away from my job? I’m allowed to have fun sometimes!

To go to Canada, you need a passport.

To get a passport, you need a birth certificate. (Or a ridiculous amount of other documentation that I don’t have. Like, I have a baptismal certificate somewhere, and I’m sure my mom, were she interested in speaking with me [apparently, I’m dead to her], would have some of the other stuff, but even then I don’t think we’d have all of it). Not only a birth certificate, but one with both parent’s names on it.

I only have a small one with only my mom’s name on it, and even then, I’m not quite sure exactly where it is (I had a hiding space. I remember thinking it was a good hiding place. But now I can’t find it….). So I had to get a copy of my birth certificate.

I looked up the ruled, and nearly cried. It would take 6-8 weeks to process, and then they’d mail it by standard mail, and then I’d have to wait 4-6 weeks for my passport. By that point, the summer would be over. What was the point?

But then I saw there was an online service for getting your passport. A bit more expensive, but I’d have my birth certificate by the end of the week! AND I wouldn’t have to either go down there to a town where I have no family and no other reason to be there or sending the paperwork to the wrong place and having to spend the money all over again (there were two different places it could be, and no easy way to tell which one you would need to send the money to)

I went to the website. Okay, $30 for the certificate, that’s what the state charges…..about $13 for your fee for doing it…okay, a bit steep, but I can deal with that for getting my birth certificate in time…HOLY HELL WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALMOST $18 FOR THE SHIPPING?!?!?!?

For better or ill, I went through with it. First, they were annoyed that while my name matched the name on the birth certificate, it didn’t match the address I wanted it sent to. I needed a new license anyways (my old one from another state was expiring) so I went and got a new one and scanned it. Then it wasn’t big enough. So on and so forth. Until my birth certificate FINALLY showed up in the mail last week. I was so happy!

Went to submit the paperwork today.

They kept my birth certificate.

I mean, they’ll mail it back, once they have used it for their purposes in verifying my identity. But I only got it last week, and went through so much trouble to get it…and now they took it away. Why isn’t a copy good enough, like it is with my driver’s license? (Good thing they didn’t keep that, or I wouldn’t have been able to get home!!) I still have places where I need that to prove my identity! I’m sure it’ll be fine, but there was a moment of “Wait, what do they think they’re doing with that?!?!?!?!” panic.

But yeah. Barring any hiccups or them denying me a passport (why would they deny my passport? I can’t think of any good reason….)  I get it in early August. And then, depending on what work for boyfriend and Canadian friend, we’ll be off to Canada sometime mid-to-late August (no plans set in stone yet!)

But, I must be off. Today boyfriend and I have been together for four years, and I’ve got a little bit of readying to do with my present before he gets out of work. Ta!

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