Hi, my name is Lisa. I never update my LiveJournal. I take ice skating and belly-dancing lessons, and I have a cat named Mele that I adopted from Chesapeake Cat Rescue a few weeks ago. I work full-time as a marketing assistant (which means I work on Fridays now), and I’m about to receive an A (as far as I know) in my first graduate-level course, Modern Rhetoric. My ex-boyfriend lives in Alabama now, but we watch “Love Monkey” together on Tuesday nights. I kind of started a business a few months ago with my roommate, Allison, but we hardly talk right now because she has a boyfriend and never comes home. I spend a lot of time reading and watching my TiVo. I’m currently reading How to Make Love Like A Porn Star…A Cautionary Tale by Jenna Jameson – it’s her autobiography and it’s awesome. Sometimes my military friends call me from other countries, like Bahrain, Iraq, Spain and Japan. I hardly listen to cool music right now because my Malibu just spits my CDs out and says “E r r” (short for “Error”) when I try to play them, and my iPod is never charged. Most nights when I don’t feel like running, I use “My iPod isn’t charged” as an excuse. I tried to go back to Weight Watchers recently, but found myself very un-motivated to lose 2.8 pounds. I recently got a raise at work, but I keep trying to get another one without success. I usually put off food shopping as long as possible because it makes me lonely. I’ve been drinking a lot of water and my hair is highlighted, so it’s pretty blonde. My digital camera was stolen on St. Patrick’s Day, but my mom got me a new one for my birthday and I love taking lots of pictures wherever I go. That’s about it.
Today I used my Wawa giftcard to pick up a StarKist Lunch-To-Go for $2.05. It came with a packet of tuna, a packet of reduced-calorie mayo, a packet of relish (gross), six crackers, a napkin, a flimsy little plastic spoon and a mint.
I feel like I’m sitting in my cubicle eating a damn MRE. All that’s missing is packet of powdered drink mix and a dessert.
It’s really good though.
I seriously thought I acheived my February resolution already this afternoon. (My February resolution is to generate income from source other than TranSystems Corporation.)
I’ve been a little low on cash, so I’ve been trying to use gift cards and coupons as much as possible when I go out to eat. Today, I went to Granby Bistro to get a quick lunch with a gift certficate I won in December. My lunch cost about $4 and my gift certificate was for $25. Instead of giving me my change in gift certificate money, they handed me $21 in cash! I left a tip and thought, “Score! I just won $20!” But then I remembered that I won the gift certificate at the TranSystems holiday party, so I don’t think that counts as generating income from another source. Damn.
Oh well. Either way, 20 minutes ago I had no cash. Now I have $20. I think that’s exceptional.
Today I had lunch with Stacey the ex-unreceptionist. We went to a place called Mom’s Kitchen in Norfolk. It’s nothing like the Mom’s Kitchen in Neptune. I had a burger. It was good.
Work has been pretty slack this week. Today I decided to occupy my time by looking up the history of rhetoric on the Internet. It occured to me that nothing my professor said in class the other night made any sense to me, so I figured I’d try to learn the basics before I make my second attempt to comprehend the rather difficult 43-page reading assignment in A Rhetoric of Motives by Kenneth Burke.
Once I started reading about the history of classical rhetoric, all the nonsense from The Rhetorical Tradition (a COMM class at Virginia Tech) started rushing back to me – along with glimpses of Cameron and I giggling uncontrollably on her bed in the Chi Omega house. Even after reading the lengthy Wikipedia article on the subject, rhetoric still makes hardly any sense to me, but there is more of a difference than you would think between “hardly any” and “none at all.” I wonder what Cameron would say if she knew I was voluntarily barraging my brain with rhetorical drivel again. I bet she’d laugh. Pretty hard.
P.S. My professor, while mildly entertaining and extremely overzealous, is most certainly not hot.
So, if you had asked me this afternoon what I was doing later tonight, I bet I wouldn’t have said, “I’m going to hang out on the USS Barry for awhile — just to eat some Sonic and watch some Penn & Teller and stuff.”
Laurie took me on board to visit Grant for a bit. I felt really popular when knew the guy standing outside that gave us our little pink passes and went to get Grant for us. His name is Allen and I smoked his hookah in May.
After we watched Penn & Teller, Grant gave us a little tour of the ship — mostly because I had to go to the bathroom. He showed us where he works and we went outside and looked at some of the other ships. Then we had this conversation:
Grant: “So, now that you’ve seen the ship, you think you could live on this thing for six months?”
Lisa: “Eh, I guess it wouldn’t be that bad. It would depend on who else was on it. I bet it’s hard being a girl living on a ship for six months.”
Grant: “Yeah, a lot of girls just try to get knocked up so that they can get off the ship. They’d rather have a baby then stay on board.”
Lisa: “Well, I can tell you this much. If you offered me the option right now of getting pregnant or living on this ship for six months, I’d choose the ship. No questions asked and I wouldn’t even have to go home and pack.”
Visiting ships is fun. I’m glad I finally got to visit the Barry, and I love when random cool shit happens.