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Sunday, October 9, 2005
You're Canada!
People make fun of you a lot, but they're stupid because you've
got a much better life than they do. In fact, they're probably just jealous.
You believe in crazy things like human rights and health care and not
dying in the streets, and you end up securing these rights for yourself and
others. If it weren't for your weird affection for ice hockey, you'd be
the perfect person.
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid
some times online quizzes are just right... any who, καιρετε ο φιλε. and always make sure to οραεις την κελωνην. Cheers! Em
Current mood:  awake Current music: rain, and lots of it
Thursday, June 9, 2005
Dear all of you folks that live elsewhere,
A quick sketch of work.
1! http://www.freeportcamping.com
2! The office is open 8-8. Aimee Cole and I are the only two office employees. Pleeeease draw all necessary conclusions.
3! We have a new manager. He DOES NOT know our reservation software. I am the only person who has worked at the campground before. A good quip from the executive director of wolfe neck farm: "When Emily gets run over by a bus, we won't know what's going on. Emily, you need to write up some procedures for when that happens." Death, and pain, and Death.
4! We are a subsidiary of Wolfe Neck Farm. We help support the cows. There are lots of cows. Employees take money away from the cows. There are lots of cows. Employees should work less, and harder. There are lots of cows. Two employees need to cover 12 hours a day 7 days a week with out going over 40 hours. No overtime is more money which means happy cows. There are lots of cows.
5! We are 5 minutes from L.L.Beans in Freeport. Yes they are tourists. Yes they do want the perfect vacation. Yes we are completely responsible for that. Yes we do control the weather. Yes we do intentionally book irresponsible, noisy people in the site next to you. Yes we will give you a full refund. Well... except for that two night deposit. Ohhh sorry sir, all but a ten dollar service fee. No, no, you're right. Those six emails and the half hour phone conversation we had is not worth ten dollars. Right, a full refund. Would you like that on your visa?
And now, for your reading pleasure, a funny story. (Which means you better laugh. Else wise I will be hurt. So yeah... and your mum?... will... too...)
Five minutes before closing a herd of high school seniors giggle in to reserve 16 sites for after their prom. They happen to want to be near some friends in our "quiet tents only loop." We book them. They pay in cash.
The next day around 10am, a very frightened sounding girl (you know the whole high school drama, the world is going to end deal) calls the camp office...
"Recompence Shore Campsites!" (sunshine oooooozeing from my voice)
" Hi! This is Jane I'M IN HIGH SCHOOL Doe and I have a reservation for saturday night? So yeah, there are some rumors goin around that our principal found out about our after prom party... I mean well it isn't really a party, just a small group of friends you know? Well anyway he might call here right? And I was just wondering if you could do me like a huuuuuge favor? And call me on my cellYESIAMANAFLUENTWHITEHIGHSCHOOLGIRLphone? You know, if he calls."
"Um, yeah. Sure."
"Great! You guys are great! Thanks a lot. Have a great..."
"Right, can I have the number?"
"Oh yeah, sure it's 123456789012345674567"
"Greeeeaaatt," (prolonged for the writing down, an secretarial trick if ever there was one) "Oh, my manager is right here and would like to have a few words with you..."
"Wait... what?"
"Hi I'm Matt. Underage drinking, not in public, no police etc"
Then at 12ish an office McMannus from the Freeport police calls. He has heard of a large drunken party that is to happen somewhere in Freeport, and our place is the prime location. And! "We want to stop something like that from happening before it starts" He pleads with me to share as much information with him as I have. I retort: "You can speak with my manager. He is out in the fields right now, but I can have him get back to you as sooooooon as he gets back in. Have a great day!"
2ish brings a phone call from the South Portland police. They are a bit less pushy, but do want to let us know that about 70 kids are heading our way with lots of alcohol.
2:30ish the mother of one of the kids calls and give us her number in case she needs to "drive any drunk kids home."
Saturday comes, there is no sign of the kid. We figure they are coming after prom. Aimee and I leave at 8:40pm. Good luck to the campers!
8am the next morning we unlock the office. There are no angry notes on the front door, always a good sign.
11 ish a couple comes in to check-out. We ask them how their stay was.
"Oh the tents only loop was beautiful. It was sooooo noisy though."
"Yeah! I was woken up 5 times!"
Terrified Aimee and I turn to each other. Visions of police and lawsuits and drunken teenagers drowning in the clam flats flash through our minds.
What will become of our beloved campground?
What of the happy cows?
Did Aimee Cole really help force feed a calf today?
More next time on....
Newfi_Raider L. J.
Current mood:  working Current music: tick tock tick tock tick tock...
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Dear Ryan (our prosbie (prospective student for everyone who isn't a hippi on the hill)),
Welcome to college.
You are currently experiencing us at our worst,aka the day before break, and yet you will probably still come to Marlboro.
Why?
Well, after experiencing two Marlboro like environments (small communities in the middle of nowhere with intensive academics), I will tell you why. Addiction. It is just like nicotine, food, pot, or alcohol. Once you get a taste of what life is like here, you can never leave. Sorry.
For example, I intend to write my plan about MSSM. I can't let it go. Writing this memoir won't cure me, but it will allow me to be as close to my MSSM as I can. Mentally I will always be in Limestone, signing my name at ten and loosing my internet at twelve. POINT IN CASE.
Just know, that once you get sucked in, you will have the support of all your fellow addicts. Thus the marvelous community we pay so much for. Smile, and enjoy! I promise that no matter what happens, these will be the best years of your life.
Buenas Noches!
Senorita Emily
Current mood:  apathetic Current music: apples to apples (a game, not music)
Thursday, March 3, 2005
Sometimes, sometimes...
more later folks
I intend on keeping up the H.S. Thompson tradition
only with Marlboro
and in 2005
-Em
Current mood: punch people in the face Current music: crap
Wednesday, July 7, 2004
Here is an Emily update with the local happenings
1) I went to Disney World (and sea world and kennedy space center and universal...) and it was wonderful. My favorite ride was splash mountain, more for the singing animals then the splash. I also enjoyed the Florida heat. But even with the whimsy and the weather I did remember why I will always live in the north, people are AWFUL!! Give me a town with population 200 any day. Oh! and I like snow. a lot.
2)I am working here -----> http://www.freeportcamping.com
Despite the hours being long and the fact that desk jobs suck, the job is as bad as it could be. I have been dubbed the "mini computer guru" for my amazing skills with outlook express, our mail program.
3) Aimee and I celebrated Canada day by playing putt-putt, drinking Jones, eating peppermint aero bars, making/eating dagwood sandwiches on "hearty canadian white" bread, blasting gbs everywhere, and going to the beach to sport the colors. It was something beautiful...
4)I wore my canada hat on the forth of july.
5) My mom and I picked 50lbs of strawberries in under an hour. I like strawberries. I only ate three while we were picking. Maybe more like eight. But! I was covert. They were too ripe to make it. It was my civil strawberry duty. "Don't judge me"
6) I still don't have my permit...
7)Meningitis shots cost $111 and insurance doesn't cover them. More money to the Marlboro black hole...
8) I should have my senior pictures back soon. I hate pictures and my eyes are always squinty. Such is life.
ok, it is off to bed with me so I can work a ten hour shift tomorrow (ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Maybe the cows at the campground with hang out farther away from the office tomorrow so we don't have to smell them all day. It is rather fun to moo at them when no ones around though. moo moo. heh.
Sunday, April 18, 2004
--->"so i thought perhaps tennis practice would help me get out some of my anger, but i was wrong. perhaps the physical activity helped a little... bashing balls is good... though i'd rather be bashing someones face... but mostly practice just made me angrier. its just the people there. people who sprint the warm up jog just to look hardcore. people who feel the need to do 100 jumping jacks when everyone else does 50. i just hate when certain members of the team insist that we do more laps or run an extra mile. if they really wanted to run more, for their own benefit, they would do it on their own time or just do extra while we finish and move on. but no. they dont really WANT to run more. they just want to see us ALL try because they think some of us cant make it. and if the rest of us get worn out and cant finish they will just look better. so they insist that we aaaall need to run more laps. "we are an athletic team after all..." god... you know what happens if you push yourself too much in an attempt to look all "hardcore"? you get mono-- oops"<----
hmm, where to begin
First, I would like to observe that mono is a viral infection and while pushing one's self too hard can lower the immune system, one cannot just develop a virus. One has to be infected. See Zen or a bio book for more details.
Secondly, the before mentioned event occurred as follows. It was decided by a certain members of the girl's team (that will remained anonymous, though you all know who she is)who in no way was responsible for making the decision, that the team would run two laps around the school. After two weeks of conditioning, I felt that the team would be in good enough shape to run a mile. This meant running one extra lap around the school, not an extra mile as was suggested. I do appreciate that the author quoted me accurately though. kudos.
Thirdly, I believe that the definition of hardcore has been greatly skewed by the mssm community this year. It is not only defined through actions, but also through one's motivations as an athlete. Point in case: Mr. Farrell. He is and will remain the only person in existence to best define the term. If you do not understand why, I suggest finding out more about this crucial member of mssm's faculty. Do it fast, he is leaving after this year.
Now, to address the alleged inner workings of my self promoting mind.
It is true that I do not enjoy the act of running. It is, however, one of the best ways and easiest ways to achieve an intense aerobic workout. These workouts in turn allow me to control my asthma and better enjoy the sports that I love.
It has never been my intention to see other people not able to complete the tennis conditioning. I was under the impression that everyone on the team would be able to complete the mile and that it was a good progression from the two laps that had been completed all week. In order to make one's self a better athlete a certain amount of "push"-ing is required. This responsibility normally would be left to the coach. Being without, John Gomez and I, being the only returning captains from last year, decided to organize tennis in hopes of preserving the team.
I apologize sincerely for any mistakes I may have made in the conditioning process. I would like it to be known that I tried to the best of my ability and knowledge, and at no point harbored any selfish intentions. I instead hoped and continue to hope for a successful and most importantly, fun season. Tennis is a great sport, and our team this year has the potential to be the closest team I have played for. I would hate to have ruined this from the start.
-Emily
Friday, March 19, 2004
I am currently laying in my bed awaiting certain doom that will most defiantly occur as soon as tomorrow comes.
In a word: arooski.
What is it?
24 hours of skiing. All of the xc-ski places in the county. Twelve
pm saturday to twelve pm sunday.
Hardcore?
yes
Painful in that I haven't skied since before extended?
yes
but s.k. and I plan to stick together like glue. Really sticky water-proof glue that moves slow.
hmmm...
There will be great stories from this one folks
Stay tuned
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
A list of happenings:
1) My Franco article was published in the good ol' Times Record in two parts over the last two mondays. I am getting paid $150 for the effort. Hats off to Dr. Richard for exposing me to the crazy french people. *Sigh, Take a moment to remember little french man*
2)Have gotten excepted to Marlboro, MUN and Acadia. Have yet to send the second benningotn essay and I have an interview on saturday in portland town and it is at the bottom of my college list. Hmmm... no motivation. none.
3) Watched episodes 1-6 (sans 3) of Twin Peaks yesterday. Pathetic? Why no my friends. Why you may ask... BECAUSE LAURA PALMER CAN *KCOR*!!! and the birds sing a pretty song...
Twin peaks quote of the day...
Big Ed: "I never wanna hurt you"
Deep Twin Peaks Thought of the day...
On the inside we are all looking for a "Big Ed" to hang our drapes and put oil on our cotten balls. hmmm...
4) I am schedualed to teach x-c skiing to little lcs-ers today at 2:30. Wish me luck. Hopefully they will be never-evers and I won't be shown up by kids half my age...
And now, physics is nagging from down the hall.
GAG!!
but it is snowing out!
yeah for snow
boo for physics
Current mood: blah Current music: the mumurs of mssm students
Monday, February 9, 2004
go here:
www.greatbigsea.com
turn up speakers
implement verticle movement
be happy!!!!
p.s. push refresh to repeat happiness
Current mood:  ecstatic Current music: I am king- GBS
Mondays are horrid
The sunrise was rather beautiful this morning, in juxtapose to the calculus I was dragging myself through...
ugh
I hate mondays
In ancient greece each year the people of Athens would vote one for one person who would be banished from the city for the next 10 (or was it 14, if I had not been mentally else where during class...) years.
I believe that this policy would serve the mssm community in ways that could never before have been imagined.
So as I unwillingly drag my third year corpse to class today and am passing in the hall by a gleeful, skipping person wearing more bright pink then should be legal and spewing pet names toward her boyfriend, I will tip my hat towards athens, and begin to campaign for a change of government policy.
"I won't abuse it, ya I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind!"
enough ranting
adios mis amigos
Current mood:  grumpy Current music: Rebels of the Sacred Heart- Flogging Molly
Sunday, February 8, 2004
After the "oh no the admin are reading our journals!" crisis, I have finally given in to the Live Journal Community. So here it is...
I should hopefully find time to update, though I will not do it during physics like certain unmentionable people. (Can lightning strike twice?)
Now it is off to the homework mine that so personifies mssm.
Catch you on the flip side...
Current mood: apathetic Current music: the desolate howl of blowing snow
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