So I'm working on my Advertising Copywriting project. Or not really since I'm busy writing this. But since I'm stuck on the "thesis" statement so to speak, I figured it was time to take a break. Or another one really .... * sheepish grin *

I have to write up a Creative strategy for a product. I chose Dr Pepper, shocking to anyone? i think not.

However my problem becomes, writing for who their Target audience is. Those that the company wishes to reach, and those I think it SHOULD be. I mean i understand why the T.A. is who it is, and that makes sense to me, but sometimes it just feels like, "hey if you'd just reach out to this group a little bit more your profit and sales would increase."

But then I'm just a student, and so I'll finish the project, and it'll be good. Damn good. (better be after all the numbers i poured over just trying to make sure we are advertising correctly)

Ok I feel much better now that I've had sleep. MUCH.

Today was school. All day. Which is bleh, but I do enjoy the majority of my classes. My folklore class is to die for I love it a lot. Public opinion is interesting. And markets and media is.... LONG but i enjoy the teacher and he wants to do what he can to make it interesting so that helps.

What was I supposed to blog about.....

oh there was this.

Our public opinion teacher was talking about polls (since that is how you measure public opinion, pretty good topic of discussion i suppose) and how the census is the biggest one, and why the States have on every ten years.

It's to gauge how accurate the seats in the House of Representatives is. Which is good, if an area has grown or shrunk in size enough to warrant either a gain or loss of a seat and/or electoral vote then by all means we should do so.

And then she started talking about how the census misses 2-3% of the population. The top three list of people it misses?
1. Inmates
2.illegal immigrants
3. Homeless people.

Granted apparently people in dormitories are apparently also overlooked heavily (which i guess I can see, but as they can vote probably shouldn't be)

Our teacher acted like this was a great travesty. I looked at the girl next to me and with a look of slight disbelief mouthed/said "but they can't vote" she gave a little laugh and agreed.

Seriously? I mean... Inmates can't vote, so really? they shouldn't BE included the count for the number of house seats or electoral votes. (also they know how many people are in jail so they don't need to censi? them)

And as for illegal immigrants. Same thing. They aren't citizens of our country. therefore they can't vote, therefore they should not be included into that count either.

the only iffy hmmm not so sure about that one is the homeless people. They can't vote either cause they don't have an address but then, as citizens they should be able to, but at the same time they don't pay taxes, so the argument could go either way.


As to college students and dormitory livers, the trouble becomes where you count them. For a OSU student who is from and lives in Kansas where do you count their residence? and which state gets to claim them?

I hate being tired. And I hate being exhausted.

Mostly because sometimes (particularly now that i don't have mom around to run to when I want) it feels like i"m the only one that cares about me, and honestly sometimes I don't even know if I know how to truly take care of me instead of other people first.

But I feel that telling people Hey listen Think about ME for a minute! Me who sacrifices so much that your not even aware of. Is completely selfish and utterly negates any sacrifices I do make (which in turn makes them not sacrifices but bargaining chips.)

I know that seems random. But today was very much a "oh grow up" day with most people I encountered. Meaning work was not fun whilst struggling with sleep deprivation.

Job Musings.

For those of you who personally know me, you know where I work.

For those who don't, it's probably in my profile, or I've blogged about it before.

I work in a job that deals with the public. A coffee shop really. Needless to say, we get quite a few characters.

To start, work is fun mostly, but with labor cuts (hey i don't know why don't you STOP printing all the worthless 'learning' crap you send us quite sending special promotional cups and sleeves and NEW signboards every time we floor set, instead of cutting labor so that wait times go up and customers start getting peeved.) it's always quite busy and people sometimes get really pissy.

Tonight, with it's frigid temperatures, falling snow, (snizzle, aka snow flurries, as my friend calls it.) and first real day of school was one of the day's where it seems like more than half the customers you really just want to give them decaf and whole milk or what not. (not that we do, but it's nice to think about on occasion) The customers who were pleasant, were more than pleasant, they were a joy to serve. The ones who weren't.... well punched in the face could have happened.

And then you just have the odd ones. They don't fit into the "they were really nice, and sweet and this is what is going on in their lives!" or the "give the witch decaf." categories, the ones that are just awkward socially, not quiet mentally stable or worse.... SCREAMING for attention.

The Customer of the night falls into the screaming for attention category.

I searched long and hard for a picture to best illustrate this for the readers, but a search turned up nothing that came close. The closest was a Christina Aguilera picture, but this chick made even that photo seem like the good religious girl next door.

It starts with a slightly on the more snippy side ordering at drive through. (strike number one. When we have to work drive through, it's a loooong day, we have to deal with most of the jerks. Why is it that most of them come through DT? so starting out with a chip on your shoulder is just going to make us hate you and make your experience less than enjoyable.) So I answer, though I'm not at the DT station as I'm busy making prep or stocking or something else since we don't have enough labor and multitasking is an ABSOLUTE must, she states her order just as I get around to the input computer and just in time for me to glance at the camera to see whose on the other end. (advance warning of snippy customers is always a good thing) All I can see clearly since it's dark outside is this vomitous pink and black sweater thing and black holes where eyes should be. Obviously... the black wholes isn't true... entirely.

She pulls up and I greet her with a smile on my face (I'm a great actress what can I say) that is the exact opposite of the scowl on hers.

Her eyes finally meet mine, and I have to say people, I didn't know that you could get that much mascara on fake eyelashes with out them dropping off into your lap. Nor was I aware that anyone seriously though that putting that much black eye shadow on your eyes was prudent.

I kid you not. She was (i think) going for that smokey cat-eyes thing. It only served to swallow her eyes like a cat eating a canary.

Not to mention she was falling (almost) out of her pink and black striped two sizes to small sweater.

To put it best, I wouldn't be surprised to see hooker boots or to hear she was off to her night job.

No on should ever TRY to like a nickel and dime whore. Seriously. it's not a good idea

So I was cruising around the net last night


The first two are a set. And the last one is just, me for lack of a better word. Although the first is too. I love Claddagh rings I love what the symbolize and I love that they are part of my heritage. Which is why I have one for my Purity ring.

I would actually love to find out more aabout thier origins. I've heard the cutesy lovey dovey tale of how it's design arose, but I've also heard that there is a darker tale filled with lots more tragedy. I haven't been able to find it, but knowing the Irish, it doesn't really surprise me if the darker tale was more true.


Crap I have to go get ready for work. Time and half though... so YAY for that!

So Long 2008

2008 is officially gone.

Lots of good things happened in 2008, but I can't say i'm sorry to see it go.

Mostly just cause i'm looking forward to 2009. I'm two/three semesters away from graduating. And while immensly scary I'm looking forward to it.

there's actually a lot rolling around in my head and i did have a topic I was going to write about but i'm really tired and it's not so conducive for coherent writing.

Also being tired, contemplative, and a bit on the pissy side also doesn't help the writing.