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Alright, here we go, AH AH HEMMMM!
There are two types of JC students, those who go to college and those who take a trade. Now for fairly obviouse reasons those of us who are going to college consider ourselves to be in a higher class than those learning a trade, like construction or cullinary, mind you our false sense of superiority is based on inteligence and demenor- however some of us tend to be rude for pretty much no purpose and most of us wind up spelling college wrong. Still the trade students show a suprising degree of stupidity as a whole, and yet they may consider themselves better than us for one very good reason, the majority of them are FRIGGIN HOT!!!!!! This poses a problem for those of us on the other side, because after you get done drooling over them you have to remind yourself that not only would youu have a hard time holding a conversation with any of them, they're all of 16 years old!!!!!!!!!! I live in daily fear of becoming a pediofile!!! It's unfair, how dare the be taller than me and have that sort of body if all their gonna do is land me in jail. So far i've had two guys - cute guys, who are funny -offer me PENIS, IN THOSE WORDS!!!!!! I try to play tactfully, i ask them how old they are instead of just sweaping the food off of the lunch table, cuz Gods Knooows I needs IT!!!! and they say back to me, 17!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
No, NOOOOOO, by all that is good and just with the world, for everything that is wholly and right, why, why meeeee! So close and yet so far! Its like putting a cup of water up to a dying man's lips and never letting him drink, like waving a cookie in front of a diabetic, like killing off spock in the second star trek movie- well he came back to life, but thats beside the point. WHY DEAR GOD WHY!!!!
It wouldn't be so bad but theres a different dating game you have to play here. Much like the game entittled gay, strait, or married, only this is called, gay, strait, too young, ugly, or a dumb ass.
The well is dry, very very dry!
I am one of only like 3 girls remaining of the dozen or so I came in with.
I have at least another year and a half to go.
I have a zit on my nose.
My roomate is blind to the god made flesh that is Hugh Jackmen.
50's and 60's styles are coming back.
It's hot today.
Finals are next week.
I am out of pop-tarts.
On the plus side............ Ya know what, ill just end it here.
Happy Anniversery to me.
(Sound of gun being cocked echos through cyberspace)
- Location:Hell
- Mood:
pessimistic
Hello all, and welcome to another edition of Job Corps Review: Life on the Inside.
It's been awhile since I wrote, and I'm sorry for that. Rest assured, It wasn't because JC suddenly got better, but because there really was no fresh hell to report. Well, now I have a subject, so here goes. Subject: incompetence.
It's Really quite a problem. I mean, the people in the office have all been working here for a number of years, so you think they would know how things are done, right? WRONG!!!!
First off, Job Corps pays for all the supplise us college students need. You simply go to the desired store, gather up what you need, ask them to print out a quote of a price, then take the quote back to your Friendly Neighborhood Job Corps Councelor, then wait about a week for a check and go back to the store and get your supples. Sounds easy, doesn't it? Well, not when teachers are assigning you work right off the bat, and you're waiting around for your stuff for a week or more. Then there was my perdiciment. I handed in my quote for my art supplies on thursday the 15th, waited a week, then came back the following wednesday. Guess what? My councelor hadn't even turned it in to be processed yet!!!! When you have your first assignment due, that's not the answer you want to here!!! She put it in for a speed job and I got it today, but still! She's been there how meny years? She acted like she didn't know what to do with it!!!
Then there is my Photography class. For this class, you need a 35mm reflex camera. Now Job Corps is supposed to provide these, but when I got mine, it was broken. Which really doesn't matter because the kind provided weren't correct for the class, anyway!!! JC has been sponcering this art major for lord knows how many years and they still haven't got the correct cameras? Is it any wonder so many students flunk out? Now they have to order more, which will take a few weeks at the least. So my room mate and I will have to make do with old, reloadable point and shoot cameras untill they come in. All I have to say is JC better re-emburse me, or there WILL be hell to pay!!!!!
Well, that's all for now. Will write again when new fresh hell crawls out of the woodwork. TTFN!!!
- Location:JC
- Mood:
bitchy - Music:Paint It Black by Rolling Stones.(It will match my mood.)
Now, normally I wouldn't be writing again so soon, but I just need to speak about the events of yesterday. Let me give you the run down of my day. Job Corps decided to hold a little award assembly for it's "Honor Roll" students. Now, let me just say that I hated those even when I was in high school. All they do is humiliate people and spit in the face of all the students who didn't make the honor roll.
Now, I had no intention of going to this little dog and pony show, but lo and behold, come the crack of dawn, we get woken up and told that attendance is MANDITORY or we aren't getting our weekly bus passes. Aparently the bitch in charge got wind of the fact that all of five students were planning on going, so she made attendance manditory on the day of the assembly, regardless of the fact that the students in this dorm, consenting adults all, might have other plans.
Well, I sure as hell didn't go. Take my bus pass, so what. I have no way of getting to class without it, so if the don't give it to me, I'll just enjoy the free vacation! Up yours, JC!! Down with the Man!!!
- Mood: bitchy
Howdy, one and all!
Lots of crapola has happened sense I last posted, and I'm finally getting a breather to talk about it. As of three weeks ago, all of the JC collage students have been moved into their own, personal dorm building. Well, I have one phrase to describe this lovely new dorm:
The Ninth Circle of Hell.
One good thing is that this open 24 hours, so it is a bit like a real collage dorm. However, the RA's are so restrictive about every little thing you do, it's just not worth it!
I take back every single bad thing I said about PFL dorm. I would sell my right tit to be back on that floor, in my corner dorm with that lovely view of the roof.
For starters, this new dorm doesn't have lockers. They have closets built into the wall. Now before you get all excited, let me point out that said closets are, amazingly, even smaller then the lockers on PFL. I didn't believe it was possible. Surely inadiquit closet space is a sign of the Apocolypse. I'm damn sure it says that in the bible, right after the part about alien abductions.
Then there is the lounge. Actually, it is not a lounge, it is a storage room with a TV in it. There is a real lounge on the other end of the hallway, but the door is locked because it has no cable. Yes, you heard me right. The room with the big screen and the couches has no cable, but the room with the hard kitchen chairs and the 12 inch TV gets more then a hundred channels. There is a joint lounge for the males and the females in the main room, but apparently there is some STUPID rule over here that we can only watch movies from a "pre-approved" list. We can't watch our own. We actually have to ask for TV privleges, despite the fact that everyone in this dorm is in collage, and therefor a legal adult.
But try telling that to the RA's here. I guess a pre requirement for a job in this dorm is that you be a foul tempered bitch with a perpetual rod up your ass, because that's what everyone is here. My god, the girl who moved out of this room so I could move in was a slob. She left food everywhere, didn't clean up after herself, yet got away with all of that, while I got told off for leaving my slippers out of my closet. This RA tried to confiscate my toaster, complained because I had my school books stacked on the desk(You know, the place where you do school work?), and is just about the least capable person you will ever meet. My room mate asked for a rubber band. But from the way this woman reacted, you would think my roomie had asked the RA to wipe her ass for her.
One perk I will point out is the personal bathrooms. Unfortunately, said bathrooms are on the verge of being condemned, so that takes most of the wind out of the perverbial sails.
In conclusion, I will build on my lack of communication complaint by regarding you all with the tale of our epic move. It's nine at night and I am in my jimjams, getting ready for bed, when suddenly the RA comes in and says we are moving to another dorm. Right that very minute. So we all of a few minutes to pack up our stuff and move it over here. Everything I own was either damaged or wrinkled, and some of my stuff is still MIA. Would it have killed them to give us a bit of warning? Any at all would have been nice.
- Mood:
cold
Welcome, one and all!
Time for the July edition of Job Corps Review, Life On The Inside.
Well, most of the PJCC is away for summer break, but those of us who have collage classes must stay, and take our break at a later date.
When I first heard this, my reaction was, Cool! Less girls on the floor means it will be quieter! Well, on the plus side, I was right about that. It is quieter. Unfortunately, that tiny blessing came with a bunch of curses, as well.
Vacation Food.
Not good even at the best of times, Job Corps food has taken on a whole new low over this vacation. If I were to judge, I would say that they cooked everything for the whole vacation at once, found out they didn't cook enough, and have just been reheating the leftovers rather then cook anything new. I swear to god, we have been offered the same things the whole time. And you can taste it! The chicken fingers have been reheated so many times they're taking on the properties of rubber. The rice is bone dry. The pizza is stone cold! We have been offered the same plate of ham every day for the last four. They don't even try to hide the fact that it's the same one. The only thing they can't ruin is the pre-packaged cereal, but that will only take you so far. I think I’m developing scurvy.
Lack of Communication.
This has been a big problem sense day one. The management here expects us to do things, and don't tell us about it, or they spring things on us five minutes before they happen! Like a few days ago, for example. It was the weekend, and my roommate and I stayed up till dawn watching movies, as neither of us had a class the following day, and as it is a holiday, the dorms are open 24 hours. Well, we get to bed about 6AM, and around 7:30, they bang on the door, turn on the lights, and tell us that people are coming in to clean the carpet, and that we had five minutes to be out of the building. Gee, ya think they could have said something, oh I don't know, THE NIGHT BEFORE?!?!?!?!?! Five minutes is not enough time to get up and ready on a normal day, let alone on less then two hours sleep!!!! I'm still tired from that!!
And here's another one! Every month or so, the big wigs come to "inspect" our dorm rooms, so we have to clean them. The first time I was here for this, they did not say anything about it, just left a checklist of thinks to clean on each of our doors. Now my roommate had a late class that day, and wasn't due back till 4:30-5PM, so I thought "Well, I'll just wait for her" Well, come an hour later, the dorm supervisor comes in, and she tells me off for not cleaning, then tells me I can't go to dinner until the whole list is done!!! What was that they said, about treating us like adults? Nowhere on that paper did it say the cleaning had to be done within a specific time frame, just that the inspection was the next day!
Then there are the people who "supervise" the dorms. They're called R.A.'s. Resident Antagonizer, as I like to think. They lord over everything like a bunch of wannabe queens. I guess they are all very dissatisfied with their own lives, because they all seem to feel the need to make our lives hell. Popping into our dorms at all hours without knocking. Talking and laughing right outside our doors all night when we need to get up early for classes. Just last week one of them woke my roommate and I up in the pre-dawn hours having a screaming argument with her boyfriend on a cell phone. For some reason she felt the need to do this, not in her office at the other end of the hall, but leaning against the wall right next to our door. And don't even try to issue a complaint, because these "ladies" are not above telling lies to get out of trouble. Last month, every single girl on the floor complained about one R.A. Is she still here? You bet she is!
Well, that's all I have time for right now. Tune in soon for another edition of Job Corps Review.
- Location:CCAC Second Floor
- Mood: cranky
- Music:Creature Feature
Welcome to yet another episode of Job Corps Review: Life On The Inside.
Todays post will focus on the living accomodations. I am, of course, talking about the lovely bunk beds with the wonderful, unpadded mattresses, the thin, itchy sheets, and the short, drafty blankets. Said top bunk is accessed by a ladder, of course, but said ladder would be attached to the bed frame on a normal bunk bed. Not so for the lovely Job Corps edition, which features a ladder as likely to drop you on your ass as to allow you access to the top bunk. Said top bunk also has no railing, so if you slip out, tough shit. Job Corps isn't liable for injuries, of course.
Moving right along, we come to the lockers. The tiny, intrusive lockers with the flimsy combination lock. Said lockers have minimal room for your things, and can be opened at any time by intrusive staff. I don't know about you, but the idea of strange people foddling my unmentionables gives me the chills.
Lastly, there is the size of our dorm rooms. Or more specifically, the lack of size. Tiny, tiny, tiny. But most damning of all is the cell-like atmosphere of said rooms. My roommate and I have nicknamed ours 'Mansions Paradise.'
I have a lovely view of the grimy, dirty roof from my little slate window.
Well, i'm out of time. This has been another edition of Job Corps Review. Until next time, America!!!!
- Mood:bouncy
Ahemmmmm........
When you read about all the " fun" activities that job corps has to offer, you'll see that they have " Big Screen TV " in a " Lounge" listed. Now, i should really give them credit for telling the truth about the big screen TV, but what use is that big tv WITHOUT CABLE!!!!!!!!!!! and no remote either, so if you want to watch a certian special feature on your dvd YOU CAN'T!! and the "lounge" is about three feet wide, and it is as hot as a sauna in there. And while i'm the subject of heat, WHY THE HELL DO THEY FEEL THE NEED TO KEEP THE FRIGGIN HEATER ON IN SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!! I know its still may but it's dam,n close enough to june you merciless bastards! And the showers! YOUR LUCKY IF YOU CAN FIND ONE THAT WORKS RIGHT! NO HOT WATER, NONE, most of the time anyway, and hardly any shower pressure at that. AND FOR THE LOVE OF SWEET TAP DANCING JESUS, I'M TIRED OF STEPPING ON HAIRBALLS LEFT ON THE SHOWER FLOOR BY CHUBACKA ( or however the hell you spell that things name!) AND THERES PUBIC HAIR EVERYWHERE, ON THE CURTIANS- ON THE WALLS, ON THE CEILING!!!!!
Thus ends my rant, thank you.
- Location:Library
- Mood:
chipper
I take back what I said before. You CAN'T get on myspace at Job Corps. In fact, I have now been informed that if we are caught on it, even on our own laptops, we will be thrown out. It's like living in a highschool!!!
For todays Job Corps Review, lets discuss some of the lies I was told prior to coming here.
1. You will be living in an environment set up to encourage independence.
LIE!!!!!
You live in a dorm room with 3 other girls/boys. You are also not allowed to be in your own dorm between 7:30AM and 3:20PM. Forget about sleeping in at all on the weekdays, even if you don't have a class that day. You also have to do something called "Detales", meaning chores. And If you don't do said "Detales", you will have money taken out of your 25 dollar pay. What does that put to mind, because it sure isn't independence.
2. You will be treated like an adult.
LIE!!!!!
Adults are not told when to go to bed. Or blocked from their own computers. Or supervised 24/7.
In closing, I was informed last night that if we girls walk around in the dorms barefoot, we must now be tested for ringworm. Isn't that lovely?
- Location:Town
- Mood:
tired - Music:Stargate theme.
I have now been away at school-scratch that, the Pittsburgh Job Corps-For a month. And I gotta tell ya, if anyone out there is concidering coming here, I just have one word of advice.
Don't.Here in the lovely PJCC, they give you 25 dollars every two weeks and expect you to live on it. The school uniforms look like something out of a bad sitcom, and they have no womans sizes. That's right, I have to wear boys pants.
The beds are itchey and uncomfortable, The food is a hart attack just waiting to happen, And worst of all, there is no WiFi. None. At all. Instead, you must go through a series of channels to even get on the internet at all, and when you do, there are so many firewalls it isn't even worth the trouble.
Youtube-Blocked!
newgrounds-Blocked!
itunes-Blocked!
Sure, you can get on myspace and livejournal and the like, but not until 5:30 PM, and none of the graphics will load, so the whole page is just a big mess.
This place is Hell. I Keep expecting to turn the corner and find Beelzebub standing at the other end of the hallway. Flip burgers, greet at Wal-Mart, beg in the fucking streets, but whatever you do, Do NOT come here!!!!
- Location:Hell on Earth.
- Mood: cranky
Written for the houseonmywilson Joy of Gay Sex prompt list.
FIC: Urolagnia.
Author: Lupin Stargazer.
Rating: R.
Pairing: House/Wilson.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. If I did, this would be cannon, not fannon.
Prompt: ‘The Joy of Gay Sex’ ‘Water-sports’
Word Count: 1036
Summary: Can’t really give one without giving the whole thing away. Rated R for themes that some might find gross.
- Location:Bed
- Mood: tired
- Music:The 'Blue Dragon' video game
Lying in bed doing absolutly nothing.
I'm bored, if you couldn't tell.
Don't you just hate it when reality gets in the way of fantasy?
I'm out of a job and broke.
There is no food in the fridge.
Usually I have Fanfic writing to hold me over, but I guess not eating much is bad for creativity, because I have a major case of Writers Block.
I just want to shoot the people upstairs, because they are making noise, so I can't even escape into dreams.
LIFE SUCKS
>_<
- Location:Bedroom.
- Mood:
depressed - Music:Devil's Carriage by Elvenking.
This sucks!!!
The Transformers Movie is coming to I-Max, and it's not coming around here!!!!!
What gives?
I mean, I know it's coming out on DVD on october 16, but I was SO looking forward to seeing it on I-Max!!!
Life Sucks!!!
- Location:Bedroom.
- Mood: pissed off
- Music:The Black Parade, My Chemical Romance.
Am I the only one who has trouble with my ipod nano? After I finish charging it sometimes, the screen will freeze up, and I have to wait for the power to die again so I can re-charge it!!! Can anyone out there in cyber-land tell me why that is, because this is really pissing me off!!!
- Mood: angry
- Location:Anywhere but where I want to be!
- Mood: bitchy
- Music:Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones
It's Harry/Ron!!!
Title: Flower Boy (1/1).
Auther: lupin_stargazer
Rating: nc-17
Genre: Romance.
Pairing:Harry/Ron
Warning: Public masturbation and sex.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
- Mood:
horny
Finally worked up the guts to create a livejournal account. No time like now to jump on the bandwagon. I will be using this journal to post my fanfiction, voice my opinions, and meet new people in the most anti-social way possible. Goddess Bless the First Amendment!
- Location:My Personal Hell.
- Mood: optimistic
- Music:'Mama' by My Chemical Romance.
