I hate bugs.
I saw a big one.
And attempted to smash it.
But I missed.
So now I live in terror as I wait to see when and where it will appear again.
Speaking of terror, I think this whole Library Golf thing is putting me into a state of zombie-ness.
Like I'm terrified cause I'm in charge.
But I'm trying not to be terrified.
So I'm just like wandering around attempting to be normal.
I guess, if I were a true zombie I would be terrifying not terrified.
And trying not to be terrifying.
Or maybe zombies like being terrifying, I've never really asked one.
Although that one dude in Warm Bodies wanted to be normal.
Okay, so yes, this kind of crap has been my mindstate all day.
Like, okay, Summer Reading has officially began. I had 171 kids at the kickoff party, I didn't count the parents but I'd guess around 200 people total.
And that was all okay because even though Mentor wasn't there it went okay cause I had help. And now I can breathe again.
Except this morning my niece - and final TAB member - came in to work on her library golf hole - she's going with a Doctor Who theme, even made her own Tardis - and it hit me all at once that LIBRARY GOLF is this freakin' WEDNESDAY!
I just feel unprepared.
Yes, I've arranged to pick up the clubs that morning from the local mini-golf and take them back that night.
Yes, I have plenty of golf balls.
Yes, the posters are up and done.
Yes, appropriate signage is in the works.
Yes, the scorecards are made and printed.
Yes, all of the kids are ready with their holes.
So basically everything I need to do in preparation is done.
But there was no pre-registration so I don't know if I should expect 10 teens or 100 teens.
Cause you can't do pre-registration for teens cause it discourages them from attending.
Or they just ignore it and show up anyway.
I'm just freaked and trying not to be freaked.
Plus one of my kids can't make it so my senior TAB member is covering two holes...on two different floors.
INTERNS!!
I love having these guys around, they keep my sanity in place.
Most days.
Carter keeps looking at the wall behind me and I keep turning around expecting to see that bug again.
I know I pissed it off when I attempted to smash it.
If I show up at the library tomorrow covered in bites you'll know why.
Anyway, before all the attempted bug smashing but after the Library Golf freakage came homework.
And The Voice.
It's my first official day for Summer Semester. I'm in two classes but only one of them is showing up on Blackboard.
Had to panic to the Library Goddess on that one.
The one that's working already has its first Discussion Board up. It's for Library Information Systems. It should be a fun class and useful for everyday Koha experiences, however the textbook was published in 2002... so it's a bit out of date.
And the only reason we're using it is cause the professor wrote it.
I have a feeling I'm going to be relying on a lot of outside sources for this one.
But I read the first two chapters and did all the DB stuff. He doesn't have any number requirements but I'm setting a goal to post one to each DB and then reply to two others each time.
Cause that sounds about normal, depending on the topic.
Considering the only things I know about library systems are what I learned from Info Tech that I took a few semesters ago - and whose teacher is now my Assistant Director.
Plus, you know, working with one every day.
But whatever.
That's Koha, there are many others out there.
I'm sorry, the majority of you reading this have no idea what I'm talking about because you're not library personnel so I shall shut up on that topic.
Moving on!
Anybody watch The Voice tonight?
Sasha rocked it!
Ain't No Way
Before He Cheats
love the "new york style" "sasha fierce"
Danielle...didn't do so great. So she's a bit in jeopardy, though I think Holly is going home.
I wish it was the Swon Brothers but they have all of Oklahoma behind them because of the timing so I'm sure they'll stay.
Despite my feelings for them.
Ugh.
No way they're better than Judith Hill and Sarah Simmons. That was crap.
Amber was great.
Know who else rocked it?
Michelle Chamuel.
Trouble
but she always does.
i love this chick, total underdog and she is dominating.
Loved how she froze when Taylor Swift walked in during her practice.
Though she handled it much better than I would have.
I would be cool with Michelle winning.
Though my guess - now that my number one is out - is that if Danielle makes it to the finals she'll win because of her iTunes buildup alone - cause they all count toward her final total.
I think it's gonna come down to Sasha, Michelle, Amber and Danielle.
Sasha deserves to win it. She is fantastic.
Danielle will probably win because of iTunes, but she is great.
Amber is another underdog cause it was only a one-chair turn, though Blake would have if he could have. And that she's the last woman standing after being paired up with Judith, Sarah and Caroline really gives her cred.
But Michelle would be the ultimate win, seriously.
Seriously, they're all in my top 20 so I'm cheering for them all, and Holly as well, but I will be legitimately pissed if the Swons Brothers win it.
okay, half of you aren't librarians, the other half don't watch The Voice, if you're still hear listen to this cause it's good and I like it and I listened to it on repeat today while checking in in the back room.
Don't Write Me Off - Hugh Grant
love that movie, gonna fall asleep watching it now.
"Gary, I'm going out!"
Showing posts with label music and lyrics. Show all posts
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Monday, June 3, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
and if i open my heart to you, i'm hoping you'll show me what to do
Things overheard at The Venue:
- "You have dibbles, I have dots."
- "The teacher wants me to write in curvis..."
oh tiny children, they are so cute. Especially when they sing lyrics they think are correct but are actually way off.
Boomer has it. Boomer has it. (Rumor Has It)
Moves my jacket, moves my jacket. (Moves Like Jagger)
I'll be up the boys (Call Me Maybe)
Went out with the sisters tonight for my birthday - all of them which we haven't done in a while. I enjoy our girls nights. Had some excellent food - I had surf and turf which I'm finishing now and then he brought us cheesecake for my birthday. I ate the middle stuff, Favorite Sister-In-Law ate the crust, Second Sister ate caramel off the top and Oldest Sister loved it all.
It was awesome, and work was good too. I'm currently sorting through all the lists compiled by the teens at Barnes and Noble for what they want added to the collection. But before I type everything up I have to check to see if each individual title is already in our collection. If so I skip it. Came up with an impressive list so far.
And that's basically all I've got from today.
Oh, I did some homework after dinner.
Tomorrow the boyfriend's coming up.
Okay, now that's all I've got.
Here's my music rec and then more fiction.
Way Back Into Love - Hugh Grant and Haley Bennett - Music & Lyrics
man, i used to listen to this soundtrack all the time. like obsessive crazy about it so it's weird that i haven't seen the movie or heard this song for like a year. it's still as good as i remember, and while i enjoy haley bennett i totally like the drew version better. but as they didn't have the video for that and did for this you get this
So as previously mentioned I hate the ending to the last one so until I can fix it you're stuck in an awkward temporary sort of hanging place. But I'll get there. In the meantime here's one that's actually finished.
College Fiction Writing Story #4
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni - We go into the circle by night, we are consumed by fire - The Devil’s Verse
“Do we have an understanding, Herr Jameson?” the German asks, staring at me through the darkened office.
I nod, looking at the black leather briefcase open in front of me and assessing the amount. Fifty grand in cash. “We do,” I reply, closing the lid and pulling the briefcase toward me.
The German leans forward and puts his hands on the desk, his greasy black hair reflecting the light from the lamp in the corner. “You’ll receive the other half once the task is finished,” he says and gestures with his head toward the door.
No shaking hands. No paper trail. Phase two is complete. I turn and take my leave, passing the taller man standing guard by the door. Clearly the more muscular of the two men, he stands with his arms folded in front of him, his long brown jacket covering but not quite concealing the .48 caliber tucked into his belt.
I quickly descend the stairs to the back entrance and push the door open to the back alley. Aware that I’m probably being followed, my training kicks in. Don’t arise suspicion. Under the cover of darkness I walk in a normal pace with my head straight forward, transferring the briefcase to my left hand and retrieving the .38 Special tucked in the back of my belt to hold in my right hand. Looking up at the building next door I see cameras mounted on the corners. Stupid Americans and their security cameras. Do they really think a camera can stop someone like me? It’s not like anyone will be able to track me, my records have been wiped clean from every database thanks to connections with the higher authority.
With the briefcase in my left hand and a gun in my right, hidden by the long sleeves of my navy blue jacket, I walk two blocks north, counting each step in my head out of habit. Twelve-thirty-five, twelve-thirty-six, twelve-thirty-seven. The gun is a precaution against the gang members hidden in alleyways. I can’t afford to mess this up. “I have the money,” I say into the bug in my watch, slipping my gun in my pocket and raising my arm to hail a cab. It takes me five blocks west - the opposite direction of my actual destination. I’m used to being followed. I pay the driver in cash and get out, never releasing my grip on the briefcase. I notice a man climbing the stairs to an apartment complex and follow him inside then slip out the back door, pulling out my gun again. I pick up the pace through the dark alleyway filled with dumpsters and drug dealers. “Fifth and Westley,” I say into the watch and continue walking, counting each step and checking behind me every thirty seconds.
- "You have dibbles, I have dots."
- "The teacher wants me to write in curvis..."
oh tiny children, they are so cute. Especially when they sing lyrics they think are correct but are actually way off.
Boomer has it. Boomer has it. (Rumor Has It)
Moves my jacket, moves my jacket. (Moves Like Jagger)
I'll be up the boys (Call Me Maybe)
Went out with the sisters tonight for my birthday - all of them which we haven't done in a while. I enjoy our girls nights. Had some excellent food - I had surf and turf which I'm finishing now and then he brought us cheesecake for my birthday. I ate the middle stuff, Favorite Sister-In-Law ate the crust, Second Sister ate caramel off the top and Oldest Sister loved it all.
It was awesome, and work was good too. I'm currently sorting through all the lists compiled by the teens at Barnes and Noble for what they want added to the collection. But before I type everything up I have to check to see if each individual title is already in our collection. If so I skip it. Came up with an impressive list so far.
And that's basically all I've got from today.
Oh, I did some homework after dinner.
Tomorrow the boyfriend's coming up.
Okay, now that's all I've got.
Here's my music rec and then more fiction.
Way Back Into Love - Hugh Grant and Haley Bennett - Music & Lyrics
man, i used to listen to this soundtrack all the time. like obsessive crazy about it so it's weird that i haven't seen the movie or heard this song for like a year. it's still as good as i remember, and while i enjoy haley bennett i totally like the drew version better. but as they didn't have the video for that and did for this you get this
So as previously mentioned I hate the ending to the last one so until I can fix it you're stuck in an awkward temporary sort of hanging place. But I'll get there. In the meantime here's one that's actually finished.
College Fiction Writing Story #4
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni - We go into the circle by night, we are consumed by fire - The Devil’s Verse
“Do we have an understanding, Herr Jameson?” the German asks, staring at me through the darkened office.
I nod, looking at the black leather briefcase open in front of me and assessing the amount. Fifty grand in cash. “We do,” I reply, closing the lid and pulling the briefcase toward me.
The German leans forward and puts his hands on the desk, his greasy black hair reflecting the light from the lamp in the corner. “You’ll receive the other half once the task is finished,” he says and gestures with his head toward the door.
No shaking hands. No paper trail. Phase two is complete. I turn and take my leave, passing the taller man standing guard by the door. Clearly the more muscular of the two men, he stands with his arms folded in front of him, his long brown jacket covering but not quite concealing the .48 caliber tucked into his belt.
I quickly descend the stairs to the back entrance and push the door open to the back alley. Aware that I’m probably being followed, my training kicks in. Don’t arise suspicion. Under the cover of darkness I walk in a normal pace with my head straight forward, transferring the briefcase to my left hand and retrieving the .38 Special tucked in the back of my belt to hold in my right hand. Looking up at the building next door I see cameras mounted on the corners. Stupid Americans and their security cameras. Do they really think a camera can stop someone like me? It’s not like anyone will be able to track me, my records have been wiped clean from every database thanks to connections with the higher authority.
With the briefcase in my left hand and a gun in my right, hidden by the long sleeves of my navy blue jacket, I walk two blocks north, counting each step in my head out of habit. Twelve-thirty-five, twelve-thirty-six, twelve-thirty-seven. The gun is a precaution against the gang members hidden in alleyways. I can’t afford to mess this up. “I have the money,” I say into the bug in my watch, slipping my gun in my pocket and raising my arm to hail a cab. It takes me five blocks west - the opposite direction of my actual destination. I’m used to being followed. I pay the driver in cash and get out, never releasing my grip on the briefcase. I notice a man climbing the stairs to an apartment complex and follow him inside then slip out the back door, pulling out my gun again. I pick up the pace through the dark alleyway filled with dumpsters and drug dealers. “Fifth and Westley,” I say into the watch and continue walking, counting each step and checking behind me every thirty seconds.
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