katie goldieanne fisher

I dont ever want to forget about a major research project again. One that my graduating depends on. OY VEH

ode to getting off work early! YESSSS

I am running of NO sleep right now… oy veh!

Ceremonial Blue Moon

10 days til I go to Cali.

20 days til I turn 21.

So you wouldn’t think it is a big deal when I go out with my girls and have a ceremonial drink. Celebrate the ending of a wonderful season, and time, with a bit of Blue Moon and a wedge of orange, amongst the fine musical talent that Bill’s Saloon cover band has to offer. It all started in Mermaids at Freemont, then, because of my ‘great’ luck, we got lost in the back streets somewhere around 7th and Las Vegas Blvd. Thankfully I had my Diva Defense Mace, leopard print, rhinestones and all, on hand, ready to spray any perp from bottom to top if he came near us. Luckily for us, that never happened. One Walgreens, roll of duct tape, and 7-11 later, we are headed to Imperial Palace: the stinky but oh-so-convenient parking garage. After watching Aretha Franklin and Garth Brooks perform some of their best hits at the “Dealertainer” tables, we started to make our way to good ol Bill’s. No sooner had we walked through the door: Rachel’s heel got caught in a crack in the doorway. As  a couple behinder is squeezing by to get in, she is waving her arms about saying “I’m stuck”. Me, paralyzed by laughter and tear running down my face, was of no help. Thank goodness Phylicia was there to free her from the grips of Bill’s Salloon door. We finally made our way to those oh so beloved red leather chairs at the band stage. No sooner did we sit down, a very… I’m just gonna be nice and say “different” looking woman, gets up and starts dancing, and shaking her braless body in her way too tight yellow halter, to Korn’s ‘Word Up’. I’m scarred for life. So after that, some old dudes hitting on us, a European group of guys lying to get Phylicia to get them beer, and Justin showing up, we headed back to the palace, Imperial Palace that is. Im going to make a very emotional and possibly drawn out story short: Phylicia and I didnt get to sing Total Eclypse of the heart at Kareoke. After one last horah at the ‘Dealertainer’ table, and perfomances by Shania Twain, Dolly Parton,  and Garth Brooks (twice in one night SCORE!) We went our separate ways…

So I GET rolled in at like 2:30 am… and no sooner do I get in the door to my room,  mama Fish is up in my grill saying “Let me smell your breath”… and then… Blue Moon. Yup. “You’ve been drinking.” Then OUT tha door and goodnight. Whaaaaat?

I don’t know much, but I always thought that the verb “drinking” in reference to alcohol meant continuously drinking til one got tipsy. I wasn’t… It was all in the name of a “ceremonial drink”… BOOOOOO.

Self Reference? Awkward.

I was asked by the guy that is heading it up the Social Justice group this year to be his co-leader. I was already planning on being involved in this ministry, so needless to say, I was thrilled and flattered by the request. So, I was filling out a big long application for the Department of Spiritual Life at BIOLA this morning, for one of the leadership positions with the outreach. Part of the application, as with many, was a pastoral reference and a ministry collegue reference (thank you Phylicia!). But then came the part that was, for me at least, awkward: the “Self-Reference”. A personal self-evaluation form. WHAAAT??? I know it’s important to know the heart of someone applying for the job, but I feel that the questions discussing my past experiences, and leadership styles would suffice. NOW I had to rate myself on a scale of 1 to 5 about if I am a good listener, if I communicate clearly, if I am able to delegate and motivate others… and on and on… OF COURSE I am going to put a 5… cuz I honest to goodness think that i am good at all these things, but when it gets down to the nitty gritty.. I really don’t think I’m the best person to be judging those things. I want to be honest (with the 5), but when I am, I just feel so conceited and self righteous. ERRRG.. where is that happy medium? Why can’t this part be optional, and then I can just have my to outside references send in their ‘rating’ of me? Well, that is me venting abouuuut the “self-reference” … I hope that I don’t have to do another one again.. because it’s awkward. Not to mention it’s awkward feeling awkward when it’s just me and a word document with no one else around… no one should feel that way.