tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27099694333515456692024-03-05T02:44:39.158-08:00Confessions of a Teenage LibrarianI'm not really a librarian(yet), nor am I a teenager(anymore).Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-48086845644632393562012-02-25T14:04:00.003-08:002012-02-25T14:05:06.029-08:00Looking for the deadToday I got a call from a lady looking for information about a friend of hers that had died. She was certain that he died a few weeks ago while hiking. Her father and another library worker had told her that they had seen an article in the paper talking about his death but she was not able to find anything.<br />
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So I did my usual searches. I looked at archives. I did a news search because the circumstances that she told me made the death a bit unusual so I thought perhaps there would be news coverage. I searched for a good two hours without finding ANYTHING related to this gentleman's death.<br />
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I was a bit mad at myself because I don't like not finding what I'm looking for. I feel like a failure and I don't like feeling like a failure so I try not to fail.<br />
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So I continued to search. And then I found it. The gentleman in question wrote a lot of articles for a local paper. He was published A LOT and it made some of the searches difficult...until I started looking at the dates of the articles published. He's been responding to articles published after he "died". Not just posts mind you, but publishing posts that are responding to articles that were written and published after he died.<br />
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I told the lady that it was all I could find on him but she was adamant that it wasn't him and they must have been "saved up".<br />
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Whatever lady. I would have thought you'd be happy to find out your friend isn't dead.<br />
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Or maybe he's a zombie... and that makes me and my coworkers...<br />
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<br />Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-14001376539537473612012-02-16T14:27:00.000-08:002012-02-16T14:33:46.666-08:00Deep Thoughts by Teenage LibrarianDeep Thought #1: <br />
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It's annoying when people walk away from you in the middle of explaining something or answering their question. So much so that I refuse to follow after them telling them they are going in the wrong direction. If they had waited for me to finish what I was saying they either would a) know where they needed to go or do or b) I would get up and walk with them and show them whatever they need to know. Instead I just let them flounder. <br />
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Deep Thought #2: <br />
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I'm thinking of creating "creating" an identical twin. I work at two different public library systems in my county. One is the "county library system" and the other is a city library. I work in different jobs in these libraries. A library assistant at the county system and a library page (book-put-backer) at the city library. These libraries are maybe 30 miles apart? In fact, let me check. They are 24.6 miles apart. You would think that I wouldn't run into the same people, but I do. In fact I've been recognized and even touched (TOUCHED!) by patrons/customers who have recognized me and asked me if I work at one branch or the other. <br />
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Side note: Please don't touch the librarian/library assistant/library page. We have our own magical bubbles and will bite if you invade them. <br />
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Anyways, so one of the guys that recognized me at city library asked me if I worked at the county library and before I could even think about it I said "No". It's the nature of my job that my employment and salary and all that stuff is public record and anyone could find it, but I guess I just felt that this gentleman did not need to know that I travel up and down the coast to work at different libraries. Just on Monday I saw a patron/customer (they are patrons at the county library and customers at the city) at city library that I've only ever seen at the county library. It was odd, I think he recognized me but couldn't place me. He's here at the county library today and hasn't said anything to me, but has inspired me to create my twin. <br />
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Her name shall be Matilda.<br />
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<br />Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-1216872360155701542012-02-15T07:36:00.001-08:002012-02-15T07:36:52.009-08:00100 Books in 2011This is my list for 2011.<br />
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I suppose it should be titled 62 books in 2011 but whatever. <br />
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1. The Seventh Wife by Shirley Damsgaard<br />2. Anything But Typical by Nora Raleigh Baskin<br />3. Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block<br />4. Witch Baby by Francesca Lia Block<br />5. Cherokee Bat and the Goat Guys by Francesca Lia Block<br />6. The Girls by Lori Lansens<br />7. A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Future by Michael J. Fox<br />8. The D.U.F.F. by Kody Klepinger<br />9.The Old Willis Place by Mary Downing Hahn<br />10.Claim to Fame by Margaret Peterson Haddix<br />11.Ghouls, Ghouls, Ghouls by Victoria Laurie<br />12. Confessions of a Prime Time Kid by Mark Johnathan Harris<br />13. Chronicles of Vladimir Tod: Eighth Grade Bites by Heather Brewer<br />14. Deenie by Judy Blume<br />15. Switch by Carol Snow<br />16. Double Identity by Margaret Peterson Haddix<br />17. Chronicles of Vladimir Tod: Ninth Grade Slays by Heather Brewer<br />18. Chronicles of Vladimir Tod: Tenth Grade Bleeds by Heather Brewer<br />19. Mockingbird by Kathryn Erskine<br />20. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins<br />21. The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky<br />22. The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels by Ree Drummond<br />23. Look for Me by Moonlight by Mary Downing Hahn<br />24. Going Bovine by Libba Bray<br />25. My Big Nose and Other Natural Disasters by Syndey Salter<br />26. Secrets She Left Behind by Diane Chamberlain<br />27. My Lucky Life In and Out Of Show Business by Dick Van Dyke<br />28. The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan<br />29. The Carrot Cake Murder by Joanne Fluke<br />30. A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness<br />31. The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot<br />32. Good Stuff by Jennifer Grant<br />33. The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender<br />34. Stories I Only Tell My Friends by Rob Lowe<br />35. Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher<br />36. Choker by Elizabeth Woods<br />37. Matched by Ally Condie<br />38. The Help by Kathryn Stockett<br />39. Number the Stars by Lois Lowry<br />40. Schooled by Gordon Korman<br />41. Don't Stop Now by Julie Halpern<br />42. The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton<br />43. The Body Finder by Kimberly Derting<br />44. Desires of the Dead by Kimberly Derting<br />45. Get Well Soon by Julie Halpern<br />46. The Paris Wife by Paula McLain<br />47. Vision Impossible by Victoria Laurie<br />48. Are You There God? It's me Margaret by Judy Blume<br />49. The Initiation by L.J. Smith<br />50. Heat Rises by Richard Castle<br />51. The Silent Girl by Tess Gerritsen<br />52. The Gardner Heist by Ulrich Boser<br />53. The Sherlockian by Graham Moore<br />54. Eerie Tales of Terror and Dread by Bernhardt J. Hurwood<br />55. The Borrower by Rebecca Makkai<br />56. Ten Miles Past Normal by Frances O'Roark Dowell<br />57. The Latke Who Couldn't Stop Screaming: A Christmas Story by Lemony Snicket<br />58. Two Kiss for Maddie: A Memoir of Loss & Love by Matt Logelin<br />59. The End of Normal by Stephanie Madoff Mack<br />60. Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs<br />61. The Reading Promise: My Father and the Books We Shared by Alice OzmaTeenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-21105529877276119692012-02-11T16:30:00.000-08:002012-02-11T16:30:23.659-08:00This just happened..<br />Patron: If there is only 30 seconds left on my computer session what will happen to my paper. <br />
<br />Me: It will erase if you don't save it to something.<br />
<br />Patron: Ok. Do you have anything to save it to? <br />
<br />Me: Yes, here is our thumbdrive.<br />
<br />Patron: Ok. How does it work<br />
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Me: You put it in the USB drive and save your document to the D drive.<br />
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Patron: Ok. *walks away*<br />
<br />Me: *thinking: Why would you wait until 30 seconds before your session ends to figure out what will happen to your paper if you KNOW you aren't going to finish it or have anything to save it to*<br />
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In other news, I want a library cat.<br />
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<br />Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-67505313310050951782012-02-11T11:33:00.000-08:002012-02-11T11:33:31.973-08:00So..I made an "AWESOME PLAYLIST" last week. Seriously, it was called "AWESOME PLAYLIST". It contained songs that did not require me to ever hit the skip button. It centered around one new song that I thought was awesome and I loved it. I listened to the song on repeat for days. I dance and I sang and I twirled to it. The other songs on the playlist were pretty awesome too. I also danced and sang... but no twirling, that was specifically for my one new awesome song. <br />
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I put the playlist on yesterday as I was driving from one job to the other. I was pushing the skip button throughout the entire playlist. My awesome playlist became not so awesome in one week's time. It was very sad. The song that I danced and sang and twirled to? Annoys the hell out of me now. Seriously, I don't even want to post it here because I'm THAT annoyed by it.<br />
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Oh what a difference a week makes.<br />
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<br />Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-11943181823690302452012-02-10T00:00:00.000-08:002012-02-10T00:00:17.711-08:00Is my blog ethical?I was thinking the other day about this blog, more specifically if it's ethical or not to even have it. I've been a little bit more open with who I am by posting pictures of myself and the like and I'm pretty sure if someone searched hard enough they could find out who I am, where I work, and everything. But I'm concerned about if I should be posting patron stories.<br />
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It's not like I'm identifying patron names or their checkouts or anything like that, but am I being unethical by talking about my encounters with them? How is this any different than telling my friends about a crazy day at work? If there is no identifying material, does it matter?<br />
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Any thoughts?Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-51941423277804772422012-02-08T21:38:00.000-08:002012-02-08T21:38:51.450-08:00LIfestyles of the Rich and...The other night I went out with a friend and we saw Bob Saget. It was a fun night and I really enjoyed seeing Bob Saget perform his stand-up routine. Yes, I knew going into it that it would be crude and it would most definitely NOT be Danny Tanner from Full House on stage, but I didn't really care and I had a great time.<br />
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After the show my friend and I went behind the venue and waited for Bob to come out so we could get pictures. Bob was very gracious and took pictures with us (we were the only ones there) even though the jerk staff member came out and laughed at us and told us that he wouldn't be taking pictures. It was a nice interaction but it got me thinking and ultimately lead me to the conclusion that...<br />
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I don't want to meet celebrities any more.<br />
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It always seems to be such a let down. Now I know that actors are actors and the characters that they play are not who they are in real life. I don't expect to meet Danny Tanner if I meet Bob Saget, but I think that I would like to think that most celebrities are nice people. And I'm not saying Bob Saget wasn't nice, but he was just.. eh. And because he was just eh, I felt let down. My expectations weren't necessilary unmet, but I was just a bit disappointed with the encounter.<br />
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Another example is when I met Davy Jones, Peter Tork, and Micky Dolenz in 2002. I was 13 and my parents had donated money to a charity so I could meet them (BEST. PARENTS. EVER!). But it was after the show and I went back stage and I remember thinking that they were kind of skeezy, leacherous, old men. And they were to a certain extent. That's not to say they weren't nice and accomodating and everything, but as such a huge fan I found it kind of gross to see Peter drinking and sloppily hanging onto some much younger girl. It kind of ruined my experience of them.<br />
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So, I won't plan on meeting anymore celebrities. I'd much rather just enjoy the person I think they are in real life in my head than be disappointed to find out that they aren't who I imagined them to be. And yes, I know that I'm putting expectations on people that I haven't met and aren't required to live up to them but still. I'm much happier thinking that Alan Rickman is a classy guy who loves the theater and acting and tea, rather than finding out that he's a dirty old man who hates the films he's worked on and is pretentous and a jerk (a baseless example, I have no idea what kind of person he is).<br />
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And I'll leave you with the terrible picture that the staffer took of me and Bob.<br />
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<br />Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-10780398573219020892012-02-01T17:54:00.000-08:002012-02-01T17:54:55.966-08:00No Alan Rickman for me...I was so sad to lose that contest. :( <br />
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In other news, I've been a busy little library work/library student. The three jobs thing is slightly killing me but somehow I'm managing to survive/not pass out in the library whilst shelving. So I'm going to say that's a positive.<br />
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I'm applying for a new job. What's that you say? Don't I already have three jobs and I was just complaining about how busy I've become. Well, this job is at a community college library and my friend, ASL, just started working at one and has been singing the praises of it. I'm thinking it sounds like a pretty sweet gig and I hope that I get the job and will be able to get my foot in the door in a community college library system. So, fingers crossed mmmkay? <br />
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I haven't been reading much, I thought I would over "winter break" but I was sick all Christmas and it sucked. I read in between my codeine-fueled sleep but I don't remember much it. Thank God for codeine eh?<br />
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I'll leave this little entry with a funny library story.<br />
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I was called pretentious! Now for anyone who knows me they know I CAN be pretentious if I want to be, and usually it's a humor/sarcastic pretentiousness. But this patron actually told me that she didn't know how I could have my job and be so pretentious. Did I mention that she never let me finish a sentence while trying to help her on the computer? Our interaction went something like this.<br />
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Crazy lady: Can you come help me on the computer?<br />
TL (that's me): Sure *walks over*<br />
CL: This computer is slow and it won't load my video and I want a different computer. They put me on a different computer last night and I want a different computer because this one isn't working and it's not working and ASDKLJADLKAJSDASLDASKL.<br />
TL: Okay ma'am, well you can log on twice a day, so you're more than welcome to log onto a different computer but I can't guarantee that it will work any faster, our network is notoriously slow.<br />
CL: Can you just go away? You're not helping me. Just go away! And stop calling me ma'am! <br />
TL: Okay then *walks back to my desk*<br />
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About 30 minutes later the library computers are shutting down because we're closing. She gets up and turns to me and says<br />
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CL: I'm sorry about getting angry before, it's just frustrating when you're computers are not working.<br />
TL: I understand that, we just can't guarantee how fast our computers are.<br />
CL: *Interrupting me* GOD! You know, you're so pretentious! I"m not an idiot! How did you even get this job, you're so pretentious and rude!<br />
TL: I'm sorry you feel that way, ma'am. *internal smirk*<br />
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I went to put a note on her account saying that she kind of blows up at staff members and yells and low and behold there were already a ton of notes from other libraries. She came in about a week later and refused to come ask me for help, asking my co-worker instead. Fine by me, I would have refused to help her anyway. Because being "verbally abusive" to the staff just doesn't fly by me.<br />
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The Pretentious Teenage LibrarianTeenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-6646856912528698682012-01-05T14:16:00.001-08:002012-01-05T14:16:58.208-08:00Oh how I would love to see Alan Rickmanhttp://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/guide-to-literary-agents/special-giveaway-win-tickets-to-see-the-new-alan-rickman-writing-comedy-seminar-on-broadway?et_mid=532472&rid=3077978<br />
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So there is a contest running to go see Alan in his new Broadway play. I <3 Alan. SO SO SO SO MUCHTeenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-2242442890943907322011-12-31T03:37:00.000-08:002011-12-31T03:41:10.915-08:00Be Prepared and Let it Roll Off Your Back... are the mottos I am trying to implement in my life. I want to be prepared for what comes my way, but I also want to make sure I'm not so uptight that I can't let things just roll off my back. Anyways, I guess I'm falling into the trap of writing a wrap up of the year on my blog...Oh well.<br />
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2011 was a pretty good year! I'm going to sum it up with some bullet points.<br />
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<li>I moved out of the condo that my parents own and into my own apartment. I'm paying my own way on almost EVERYTHING (except my cell phone) and it's the most freeing/grownup/awesome/lame/stressful feelings ever. </li>
<li>I live in a city that I LOVE. I'm close to family and friends and close to at least one of my works.</li>
<li>I started two new jobs. One that I LOVE and the other one not so much. The job that I love has opened my eyes to a different sort of librarianship that I might be interested in pursuing and the other job is an open door that will hopefully allow me to grow in that organization. Fingers crossed.</li>
<li>Even though I'm working like crazy I spent more time trying to say "yes" this year. When and if people asked me to go out I really tried to say "yes" and follow through. It allowed me to be more social and I'm really grateful for that. </li>
<li>I read 61 books. That's more than a book a week. I didn't hit my goal but there is always next year. </li>
<li>I spent more time with my family this year than I have a in a while. My sister, my brothers, my cousin!, my nieces and nephews, my parents... I love them all so SO much and I am so grateful that I live closer to everyone now and can see them more often. </li>
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Things that I want to accomplish in 2012<br />
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<li>I want to cook more. Actually I want to learn to cook, I'm not very good at it and would like to cook at least 3 nights a week. </li>
<li>I want to learn to play the banjo. </li>
<li>I want to travel somewhere.</li>
<li>I want to make sure that I am prepared for an emergency. This includes making up kits for both my house and car and making sure that my parents are also prepared. :) </li>
<li>I want to pay down my credit cards. I have 3 major cards that I have debt on and I would like to pay down at least one this year. </li>
<li>I want to build up my savings to have at least 3 months worth of expenses put away (I know they say more, but this is what I can afford). </li>
<li>I want to take a summer class.</li>
<li>I want to become financially set to take more than one class in the Fall. </li>
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This entry is mostly for my own records, but I really like that I'm becoming more focused and aware of my finances. I feel so grown up!<br />
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I hope everyone has a happy, safe, and fun new years eve!<br />
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Happy New Year!!!Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-13517819142478022372011-12-24T10:59:00.000-08:002011-12-24T10:59:46.055-08:00Poop at the LibraryWe've been dealing with poop at the library. I know, I know, you're all wondering why a hallowed institution such as the library would be dealing with feces, but we deal with it more often than one would think.<br />
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Our main issue right now is that our bathroom drains are backing up and sewage is spilling out onto the floor in the public AND the staff bathrooms. Now I could give a flying hoot about the public bathrooms but the staff ones? I like working in a place where there is a functioning toilet. And running water. It's the little things you know? <br />
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Anyways so our bathrooms have been shut intermittently for the past few weeks because every time they "fix" the bathrooms, they magically become "unfixed" soon after and the RAW SEWAGE comes back. Lather, rinse, repeat. <br />
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It's gross. It's yucky and it's times like these where I'm am STOKED I am not in charge. :) <br />
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Now the plumbers tell us that the culprit is the massive amounts of toilet paper/paper towels/newspapers/soda cans that are being flushed down. This makes us librarians (or in my case, librarian-in-training) suspicious of all of our patrons. We are carefully eyeing each and every person who enters the facilities to see if they look like a paper towel flusher or not. Needless to say, we came up with a plethora of suspects, but NUMERO UNO on our list was....<br />
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<span style="color: black;">He's older, he lives out of his car and we think that perhaps he is not able to afford diapers and is not making them out of newspapers and/or paper towels. Which is sad, but NOT OK. He was very eager for our bathrooms to reopen and once we had identified him as our culprit I'll admit I took a little glee in denying him access to our bathrooms (note: there are public restrooms in the next building over from ours, we were directing people there). BWHAHAHAHAHAH.</span><br />
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But, unfortunately, the problems still persisted even though our bathrooms were closed. The plumbers came to fix the bathrooms, they fixed them, and the next morning they would be backed up again. This was perplexing because no one was using the bathrooms between the time they were "fixed" and the time that they backed up. So, we librarians (or librarian-in-training), put on our Sherlock Holmes hats again and started looking for clues as to the next likely subject....<br />
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We've been having some issues with our janitors. They break things. Lots of things. Our goose, our vacuum.. it's been an on going issue. So when we had to call the plumbers (and the facilities guys) back out to our branch to fix the problem AGAIN, we mentioned our next likely suspect to them and they decided to snake the janitors sink. And what do you think they found? Rags. Cleaning rags, down the drain. It was the janitors the whole time. We felt kind of guilty about suspecting <span style="color: purple;">PURPLE SHIRT MAN. </span><span style="color: black;">But we got over it quickly. </span><br />
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So, in summary, don't let cleaning rags go down the drain. It backs up the sewer lines. Also, I learned what an "oven mitt" refers to. I was horrified and will now be using the phrase "pot holder" because "oven mitt" now has a negative connotation to it. <br />Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-74465592106463875962011-11-10T20:26:00.001-08:002011-11-10T20:40:55.450-08:00Dear BlogIt's been... well a long time since my last confession. I've been a busy little library worker. But I know, no excuses right?<br />
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Well here my excuses anyways. In September I started a job as a Library Media Tech in a high school library. I work 5 days a week there in the mornings (and ugh it's early but I'm...handling it). Other than the early hours. I. LOVE. IT! It's not very library-ish. I mostly am the media specialist's assistant and I make a lot of copies but I'm learning a lot of technical things and how a high school library runs. I handle a lot of textbooks and the laptops and if technical things go down I learn how to fix them. But I really love the environment and my boss is wicked cool. :) He's very interested in e-books and implementing new technology in the media center which I am ALL FOR!<br />
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I also picked up another job as a page for another local public library system. Yes, that's right. Three jobs. It totals out to about 60 hours a week working. I'm busy. But I'm loving it. Well, the page job is okay. I started out my library career as a page and while I don't mind the physical work, and I enjoy being in the stacks all day. It's killing my knee. I have a bad knee from lots of crazy sports playing in my youth and I'm pretty stiff all the time now. :( But I do see it as an opportunity to get my foot in the door in another library system so that's great.<br />
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I'm still in school. I'll be finishing my core classes this semester. FINALLY! The core classes are just what they sound like, classes that are designed to give you a foundation in library history and work. But since I have a lot of library experience I find them a bit redundant so I'm happy to be done with them. The class I'm currently in is a library management class and the main project is to create a strategic plan. It was a BIG. PROJECT. But I enjoyed doing it because it wasn't something that I had ever done before and I enjoy learning. Because I'm a nerd. Yup.<br />
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I'm hoping to post more regularly on here. But with my busy schedule I might not. I did manage to finish 2 books this week. Heat Rises by Richard Castle and The Silent Girl by Tess Gerritsen.<br />
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Heat Rises was a fluff piece that I really enjoyed. I like Castle the TV show and I think it's a great marketing tool to actually release books the books that Castle writes in the show. They are pretty well written.<br />
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What have you been reading lately?Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-61701017852726032072011-08-23T12:49:00.000-07:002011-08-23T12:49:33.173-07:00Why I'm kind of obsessed with Julie Halpern!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really like this cover! It reminds me of my dirndl that I bought in Austria. </td></tr>
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Anyways! Since December I've been following her blog and commenting on it sometimes and found out that not only does she like The Monkees (!!!), she also interned on The Adventures of Pete and Pete which you all should know is a very awesome show that I own the DVDs of because it's part of my childhood and I cling to my childhood like Linus to his blanket. Seriously. A few months ago her new book came out, <i>Don't Stop Now, </i>and she held a contest where she was giving away a signed copy of her book. I entered it and I WON!!! I love winning stuff. It's fun :)<br />
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Anyways I finished <i>Don't Stop Now </i>in a night. It was great. It's about two friends who take an unexpected and unplanned road trip quest. It made me yearn for those days right after high school where I felt invincible. It made me want to go on a road trip at least, I've never been on one with friends. I mean, I've been places with my family and I've been places by myself but I've never gone with a boyfriend or my best friend... hmm I'll have to change that soon. I don't want to give too much of the plot away, but I really enjoyed the relationship between the two main characters. I think that most young people can relate to wading that murky water between friends and maybe something more. Heck, I still wade that water. But I like the ribbon of confidence that is woven throughout the book, the message, "don't stop now". In my mind, it's kind of like "just do it" or "just go for it", which I think a lot of people don't really do. We think too much. I think too much about things and then you lose the moment. I don't want to lose moments anymore. Anyways, you should check out Julie Halpern's books. They are funny and witty and she has a real knack for depicting realistic teenage characters. :)<br />
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Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-80372169301783989832011-08-22T18:57:00.000-07:002011-08-22T18:57:35.134-07:00Why I don't even bother to see scary movies anymore...I promise that this post has at least some literary content. A tiny bit, but it's there.<br />
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So you may have noticed that Daniel Radcliffe aka Harry Potter is going to be in a new movie, "The Woman in Black". This is causing me much distress because as much as I want to support Daniel Radcliffe because he portrayed my beloved Harry Potter, I have serious issues with this film, the play that the film was based on and the book that the play was based on. It basically comes down to the fact that it scares the crap out of me.<br />
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In July of 2007 I went on a 3 week study abroad trip to Ireland, England, Wales, and Scotland. It was extremely fun, I had been to England, Wales, and Scotland before but never to Ireland and that was the main reason I wanted to go on the trip. My grandmother's father was from Ireland and the story goes that his brother died on the Titanic come over to America (I later found this to be false, I was doing some genealogical work and the records and names didn't match up, apparently my uncle had found this out too but neglected to tell my mother). Anyways, I feel a strong connection to Ireland, wanted to go, and so I did. It was amazing, one of the best trips of my life and I think about going back every single day. <br />
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</tbody></table>Anyways, after Ireland we crossed the Irish Sea and traveled around a bit and ended out stay in London. That was where I saw the dreaded play. I didn't have very many shows on my list to see whilst in London, so when the professor asked if I had anything in particular I said "We Will Rock You" (the Queen musical) and whatever else. It was impossible to get tickets to Equus (with Richard Griffiths and a naked Dan Radcliffe) so I didn't really care what I saw. She got me tickets to "The Woman in Black".<br />
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A group of us went out to dinner and then took the tube to the theater. I'm very glad that it was a group of us because I went to see "We Will Rock You" by myself and I would not have been able to make it through the entire play if I was by myself. Basically the play is about an older man who has written a play of his life which he takes to a younger actor to see about having it performed. It's kind of a play within a play that way. Anyways they go about acting out the script which tells the story of a young lawyer having to deal with the estate of an old woman who had passed away. He travels to a town that is haunted by the Woman in Black, a spectre that brings bad luck and death to all who see here. I won't go to much into the tale, you can read the plot summary if you like on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Woman_in_Black_%28play%29">wikipedia</a>. It's a very accurate description. As someone who was heavily involved in theater in high school I'm pretty knowledgeable and aware of how things are done on stage. I know that it's fake and there is a crew member or some sort of machinery that is causing a rocking chair to move or doors to slam. I know that it's a P.A. system that magnifies the Woman in Black's scream. I know it's all fake. I. KNOW. THESE. THINGS. And yet it still scared the crap out of me. So much so that I jumped out of my seat and grabbed the guy next to me's leg and broke skin. With my non-existent nails that I constantly bite, I broke the skin! There is a twist at the end that really freaked me out (see the wikipedia article) and I think it was the twist that allowed me to stay freaked out by this play for the rest of the trip and now that I'm at home.<br />
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I'm still afraid of this play. If I wake up in the middle of the night and I'm disoriented? I think of the Woman in Black. If I'm alone at night and it's late and I hear weird noises? I think of the Woman in Black. It still haunts me. Logically I can look at that and say, "Wow, what a great piece of theater, to still have me thinking about it about 4 years", but honestly, I kind of just want to forget about it.<br />
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Now the movie is coming out. I know that the play is different from the book, and I think the movie is going to be more like the book than the play but I'm still afraid to see it. The only thing that I can think that might make me feel better about it, is that the play within the play scenario and the twist at the end really bothered me the most. I hope the movie doesn't have those elements, because then I might be able to not be scared out of my mind for the next 4 years.<br />
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C/CG: No, for a long time.. you're not going to quit?<br />
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C/CG: Could you come here and look at my computer?<br />
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TL: Sure. *gets up, goes around desk and looks at his computer*<br />
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C/CG: Why is it requiring me to enter a cell phone number?<br />
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<i>C/CG has clicked on one of those ads that says that if they click there, and enter their number, they will get a free $500 gift card to whatever. You all know those ads, right? The super scammy looking ones? Yea. That's what he clicked. </i><br />
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TL: It's part of their requirements. In order to receive whatever they are giving out, they are requiring you to enter your cell phone number.<br />
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<i>I don't think most people understand how much of my job I spend reading directions to people. Seriously, they ask me why their e-mail isn't coming up. When it says on the page </i><b><span style="color: red;">PASSWORD ENTERED INCORRECTLY!!! </span></b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><i>and then I tell them that it seems like their password was entered incorrectly. And then they ask what should they do if they forgot their password and I tell them to click on the link that says "Forgot your password?" and then they do and I have to read each and every prompt to them. Because apparently if you walk into a library you can't read. /digression</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">C/CG: Well, <i> </i></span></span>I'm currently in between cell phone numbers. Could I enter yours?<br />
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C/CG: Why not?<br />
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TL: Because it's my cell phone number and it would be inappropriate.<br />
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C/CG: But it's $500!<br />
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Seriously? What would inspire people to think that this would be okay? I would NEVER ask some stranger that. EVER! Ugh. People. Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-76263866617670671752011-08-01T23:50:00.000-07:002011-08-01T23:52:59.694-07:00I had a dream when I was in high school, that I attended the Punk Rock Academy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did I mention that my best friend is moving back to town? No? Well, she is! I'm very excited Carolyn and I have been friends for a very long time. She moved up to Berkeley a few years ago to attend school (at UC Berkeley, she's a smart one!) and now she's moving back to town and since I moved back to Orange County, we're going to be living only 15 minutes apart. YAY! </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>We just had a lot in common. Our parents, our musical tastes, we just meshed well together. Carolyn was/is more outgoing and has a ton of friends. I don't and am more shy in situations until I feel everyone out. It was the perfect fit. We used to hit up Disneyland every weekend and just walk around, ride the rides, people watch and it was fabulous. Our parents were even totally cool about it and mine would drive us and hers would pick us up. When I finally got my license, I would drive us around town and we'd do stupid stuff like play music loud, hang out at parks and at Hammer's(a friend) house.<br />
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I remember one time we were in line at the Carl's Jr, and then decided that we didn't want Carl's Jr but instead In-n-Out. I backed out of the curved drive thru lane. It sucked, but it's a silly memory I have. I also remember going to her Nana's house for teas, or her aunt's house for a Christmas tea and getting to try on this really awesome vintage hats. I remember stupid stuff like, we ditched our last class of the day to go to Planned Parenthood, or we drove up to LA to meet her friend Sam. I remember spending Halloween at her house watching Rosemary's Baby, or being bummed out because her boyfriend couldn't pick us up and drive us around (I was the ULTIMATE 3rd wheel in high school). We had sleepovers at my house with our boyfriends, or at my boyfriends house with her and her boyfriend. We went to homecoming together, and I went to her Disneyland grad night with her. It was just fun fun fun.<br />
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Carolyn graduated and went on to OCC and got really involved in theater there. She introduced me to my exboyfriend and then the dark time happened. Exboyfriend was recently back from Iraq and had "issues", and naively I thought that I wanted to be with him more than my best friend and so when he had issues with Carolyn, I had issues with Carolyn and we stopped talking for about a year.<br />
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I don't remember what brought us back together, I remember seeing her at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ryan_Dallas_Cook">Ryan Dallas Cook </a>memorial but I don't remember the specific event where we hung out again. Maybe she does. <br />
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It doesn't really matter in a lot of ways, we got back together, we're friends now and it's all good. But I still feel guilty about leaving my best friend for a guy. It was stupid. It is stupid, but it's the past.<br />
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But basically this post is about how much I miss my best friend and how glad I am she's coming home. Sometimes it's hard to not have your best friend around. We have so much history and know each other so well that when we DO get to hang out, it's like we never missed each other, but I am really happy she'll be closer. It's nice to have someone to talk to who knows your whole history. :) <br />
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I will leave you with this. Carolyn introduced me to the movie Rock and Roll High School. I'll never forget it! <br />
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I also remember feeling like I didn't have a group. I didn't know who to hang out with. In 7th grade I hung out with the 8th graders, who all went on to high school and left me alone. In 8th grade I hung out with a few kids but they started getting into drugs and other things that I didn't want to be a part of. When I started 9th grade I wasn't sure where I fit in and I hated that feeling. Luckily I had the drama kids and I found Carolyn relatively soon after that but still.. it was scary.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLKmmiFL7CxEG2ztCzZzyvhqWvm6QT5Ff52g9q0r3wdrU8ZXDAnKEqGxK_ekztC3HyqokmJOgNS_xU9R7_o_Alm9sTwvzhIQOcQiTzB3RbAkFmh7QGj-jy24QrsfNuwXah5nQbJtZ16fA/s1600/13reasons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLKmmiFL7CxEG2ztCzZzyvhqWvm6QT5Ff52g9q0r3wdrU8ZXDAnKEqGxK_ekztC3HyqokmJOgNS_xU9R7_o_Alm9sTwvzhIQOcQiTzB3RbAkFmh7QGj-jy24QrsfNuwXah5nQbJtZ16fA/s320/13reasons.jpg" width="210" /></a><i>Thirteen Reasons Why </i>is getting a lot of press lately, mostly because it deals with some really difficult subject matter. Suicide. While I'll admit it was difficult to read, I found it to be really thought-provoking. Basically, it Asher writes a story of a girl who commits suicide and then sends narrative tapes to people who are on her list, people who she felt treated her wrongly or contributed to her ultimate demise. I think the difficult thing abotu this book was realizing that our actions have an effect on others. Our teasing, our jokes, our laughter can really hurt others even if we don't mean it to. But the opposite is the same as well, our smiles, our hugs, our encouragement can bring people up, even if we don't realize it.<br />
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Reading <i>Thirteen Reasons Why</i> made me more aware of my actions and feelings towards others. I remember my first week of high school sitting in the gym with my P.E. class (which I was only in for a week before I switched to wrestling). There was a kid in my P.E. class who looked so sad and so down and so alone and I was afraid of him. I was afraid that he was going to be a kid who did something bad. I talked about how I remember <a href="http://teenagelibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/05/mockingbird-by-kathryn-erskine.html">Columbine</a> and I'm sorry to say that I thought he would be a kid like that. He just gave off that vibe to me. So I was nice to him, I smiled at him, and I made sure that every time I saw him in the hall I said hello. If he was going to blow up my school, I sure as hell wanted to be on his good side. Now, of course, that sounds horrible to say, my motives were totally whack! But I know that the kid appreciated my kindness, he told me so in our senior year. Anyways, enough about me. <i>Thirteen Reasons Why </i>is a good book, if anything maybe it will make kids think a bit more about their actions and words and how they affect others.Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-45609349731544408232011-07-25T19:19:00.000-07:002011-07-25T21:47:49.977-07:00The King of Zor he called for a war...Have I ever told you about my love for the Monkees? That's right.. that 60's made for TV band, I love them! I've seen their members in concert 14 times. Which, when you think about it, is a lot considering their TV show was on from 1966-1968 and I wasn't born until 1987.<br />
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</tbody></table> See! There they are in all their 60's glory. I can tell you from this picture that it was taken after the 1st season of the show. Why can I say that, you ask? Well, because Micky's hair is longer. They made him straighten it in the first season, but in the second he was allowed to go all hippie and grow it longer and curlier.<br />
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In the Summer of 1997 Nick at Nite added The Monkees to their block party summer. It didn't last long and half-way through the summer it was replaced with Green Acres, but that's okay. It didn't matter I was hooked. I went online (AOL!!!) and found a whole wealth of knowledge about the Monkees and a ton of Monkees fans. Including some that would tea. I already explained what teaing was <a href="http://teenagelibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/07/thoughts-opinions-my-little-secret.html">here</a>, and also how I met my best friend, Carolyn, online while teaing. I remember finding out via her AOL profile that she lived in the same city as me and while chatting we realized that she was friends with my soccer coach's daughter. I remember being at practice and her coming to visit but I was at practice and we never met.<br />
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In November of 1997 the Monkees gave a concert at the Universal Ampitheater in Los Angeles. It was my first concert and my mom took me. We had 4th row seats, off to the left, but it was so awesome. I was one of the youngest people there but it didn't matter. This was the tour right after their 30th anniversary tour and album which they did with Mike Nesmith (the guy in the green hat), unfortunately Mike hasn't toured with them since that album so I've never seem him perform live.<br />
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I then saw Davy Jones in the Summer of 1998 with Peter Noone (from Herman's Hermits) and Bobby Sherman at the OC Fair. I saw both shows. I remember going with my friend Marissa and going straight to the fair from girl scout camp. Dedication I tell you!!<br />
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After that it was a while before I saw any of the Monkees live again. I saw and met them in 2001 in Arizona. My parents drove me there to see them and participated in a charity auction that allowed me to meet them and get a signed guitar. I'll have to get up to my parent's house soon and take a picture of it.<br />
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Carolyn and I finally met in high school at auditions for a theater production. We bonded over the Monkees, the Ramones, Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Slayer, The Velvet Underground, The Beach Boys, The Who and more.<br />
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Davy and Micky played a few shows while I was in high school and Carolyn and I went. We were only supposed to go to the early show because we had class the next day but we were having such a good time that the people at the venue invited us to stay and watch the second show. Our parents were cool enough to let us stay and we had a blast.<br />
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They even played at the Grove of Anaheim and filmed a concert DVD at that show. Carolyn's dad was even seen in the DVD. Which come to think of it.. I don't think I own! I must fix that. :) <br />
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Davy and Micky also played 6 shows over three days at Disney's California Adventure in 2002. I went to every show and got to the park as soon as it opened in order to get good seats. Carolyn and her family met me for some of the shows, and I think my mom even came to one.<br />
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And finally my mom and I went to a show last week, for their 45th anniversary tour. It was a blast. They played for 2.5 hours and played songs that I didn't think they would play live. It was great, they still got it. The show was filled with fans of all ages and every seemed to be having a blast. I wouldn't consider myself a huge Monkees fan anymore, but I still love them a lot (much to the annoyance of my older brothers). They were/are fun, zany, silly music and it's part of my childhood. It connects me to my best friend and they were my first real "obsession" (if only it got better as I got older, my obsessions have just gotten weirder).<br />
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</tbody></table>Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-31345357975430473482011-07-21T00:01:00.000-07:002011-07-21T00:01:00.608-07:00The First Rule of Book Club is...About a month and a half ago my friend <a href="http://spontaneousclapping.blogspot.com/">Dawn</a> posted on Facebook that she wanted to start a book club. Being the librarian in training that I am, I was extremely excited and of course signed up. I also forced my co-worker ASL (who has been featured in stories before) to join with me. We all have a weird connection.<br />
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I've known Dawn for almost my whole life, she's my older sister's best friend. Well, maybe not my whole life, I think they met when they were freshmen in high school, so they were 14, and I am 8 years younger than my sister..... so I've known Dawn since I was 6 years old. Wow! Anyways, Dawn actually knows ASL because she went to elementary school and high school with her. So ASL, Dawn, and my sister (Tina), all went ot high school togehter and graduated the same year. I was working with ASL and finally realized that they all graduated together and everyone is now all reconnected yay!<br />
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So back to the book club, we decided to read <i>The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake</i> by Aimee Bender. You'll see it on my list over there ---->. None of us really enjoyed the book, but we did have a great time chatting and eating all the yummy food that was brought, but the centerpiece if you will was a lemon cake! (Hah bet you didn't figure that was coming). Dawn made it was it was really tasty, my favorite part was the frosting. I love frosting. :) <br />
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I can't wait to get together with these girls later this month. Oh! And the best part? Dawn's adorable baby Peanut. He's literally my favorite baby, if I ever have kids I want one in this model. For reals.<br />
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All photos graciously stolen from <a href="http://spontaneousclapping.blogspot.com/">Dawn</a>. Go look at her cute kid.Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-6607731597955172472011-07-20T00:00:00.000-07:002011-07-20T13:54:01.276-07:00Thoughts? Opinions? My little secret..I'm concerned that I won't hit my 100 books in 2011 mark. I was going full steam ahead there for a while and now I've seemed to plateaued a bit. It's not that I'm not reading. I am reading! I'm just not reading books, perse. <br />
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Since the whole ending of Harry Potter thing happening and all of my <a href="http://teenagelibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/07/end.html">emotions</a> regarding it, I've been reading fanfic. Fanfic being short for fan fiction, which is fiction about characters that fans write. There is fanfic for anything and everything, movies, books, TV shows, you name it. And to be honest while I've never written fanfiction myself, I used to "tea" when I was younger. "Teaing" was like role-playing. Basically a group of people who log onto an AOL chatroom (remember those) and role play their favorite characters. It was like collaborative play writing. My "teas" of choice were the Monkees. Yes, that's right, the Monkees. You know, those zany guys from the 60's TV show? That weren't really a band but then became a band? I would role-play them with my friends online for hours on end. I did this starting when I was about 10 and ended when I was about 12. It was really fun, we were all Monkees fans and I had a group of people that were my "friends" from all over the country. In fact I met my best friend online "teaing". It was weird when we found out that we lived in the same city (it wasn't a very big city). And even weirder when we met in person my freshman year of high school (her sophomore year) at a drama audition. We've been friends ever since (minus a year...we call it the Dark Times). <br />
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Anyways, so no fanfic for me, but I do appreciate it because I think that it's a great way for them to express their love of the characters and worlds that they admire. And as long as no one is profiting from it then I see no harm. So back to me reading all the Harry Potter fanfic... I used to read other sorts (WWF/WWE, Monkees) but stopped for the longest time, but then I realized that it would allow me to continue to experience new dimensions to the Harry Potter world and I liked that idea. <br />
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But.. I must confess I've become a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shipping_%28fandom%29">shipper</a>. Specifically Hermione and Snape. It's weird, I know. But it's been a blast to have the characters I love so much have more life in them. It's fun to see different stories and alternate universes and non-canon characters and characterizations. So recently that's what I've been reading. Harry Potter fanfic. Some of these stories are over 100,000 words. They are books in and of themselves but can I count them to my list? They aren't published, they aren't professional, but I can spend hours reading them. And I do. All night long (I'm awake at night and asleep during the day.. it sucks). <br />
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So, do you read fanfic? Do you have an opinion on it? Tell me about it!Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-74121401944818401992011-07-19T18:24:00.000-07:002011-07-19T18:24:42.803-07:00You know what bothers me?Non-eletronic job applications. I don't see the point of them. At. All. <br />
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I've been applying for jobs for a good month and a half now, knowing that I will need to be doing SOMETHING by the time September comes around. I love my job at the public library but it is only 20 hours a week and I can't live on that pay check. So I need to be do something in addition to that job, so I've been applying and applying. All the jobs I'm going for are library related, as I don't really want to be doing anything else, obviously if it comes to it I can and will work somewhere else I just don't prefer it so I'm not really pushing myself in that direction yet. <br />
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Most of the jobs I'm applying for use the same electronic systems to recieve their applications. In fact all of the jobs except two. One is a private school (which I get), but they at least let me e-mail the application and information in. The second one is a huge community college district and yet they want me to print out the application (which is a pdf that I can type into thankgod!) and a whole bunch of other paperwork and MAIL it to them. In an envelope. By Mail. MAIL!!!! ugh. Who mails things these days? Why can't I fax it to them? Or e-mail it? It would make my life easier and I'm positive it would make their life easier. Who wants to actually have to go through all that paperwork? I mean if it's eletronic you can set a computer to find keywords or other things to weed it all out. I like that idea much better. <br />
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Anyway, this community college district has two openings open and of course I applied for one, and then the second one came up. And I didn't save or make a copy of my first application so now I have to re-type the entire thing. Ugh. Stupid paper applications...Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-15955188503369464352011-07-18T18:20:00.000-07:002011-07-18T18:20:36.554-07:00The end.I'm sure that my wide mass of followers has noticed that I haven't posted on here very much. Hahaha I don't even know who reads this but if you're reading this.. well thanks! :) <br />
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I've been busy. I moved, I'm unpacking (still), I went to a few concerts (MONKEES!!!), and the last Harry Potter movie came out. I have so many emotions about that book series that it's not even funny. And it's definitely difficult for me to put them into words but I am going to try. <br />
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I remember my mom telling me about this series of books that was beginning to become really popular, looking at the dates now I realize that it was in 1999. It was the summer after 6th grade and I devoured the first three books. I can remember being in my old house, staying up late in my bedroom reading and re-reading the books waiting for the 4th one to come out. I was hooked. Somehow, Rowling was able to take me away from my mundane life and transport me to a world where magic was real and children went to boarding schools to become witches and wizards and I wanted so badly for that world to be my reality. <br />
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The next memory I have is going to the Borders in Triangle Square for the midnight release of Goblet of Fire. It was released the night before I was leaving to go to Australia and my friends and I were having a sleep over. I remember there not being a whole bunch of people in the store, we were just waiting around until midnight when they could actually sell us the book. I read the entire book on the flight to Australia, which is a good, long flight. That was in 2000. <br />
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I don't remember going to the midnight release for Order of the Phoenix. For Half-Blood Prince I went with some co-workers after my shift at Jamba Juice in 2005. It was one of the best times. There was a party at Barnes and Noble and I remember going home and reading the whole book straight through and crying. I was so mad and so sad and my world just totally turned upside down after the end of that book. I think it was then when I realized that I was really enamored with the series. <br />
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For the last book I went with friends and my boss at the time. I was working in libraries at that point and was surrounded by people who loved the books and characters as much as I did. It was so heartbreaking to know that this was the end. I remember having to drive all the way back to my house (a good 1 1/2 hour drive from the book store I went to) and just wanting to pull over and read. When I started it, within the first 50 pages I was tearing up, I don't think I ever stopped. It was so hard to read about my "friends and family" fighting a "war". It was so difficult to see them die. It was so heart-breaking to know that it was over. <br />
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But it wasn't. There were the movies and I loved the movies. I remember going to midnight showings with my ska friends. I remember going to midnight showings with my friends from high school and my junior year boyfriend (that must have been Prisoner of Azkaban). I remember going with my senior year boyfriend (Goblet of Fire) and with my best friend and her boyfriend (Half-Blood Prince). I remember going to see a showing with people from work at Jamba Juice and people from Suburban Legends one year (must have been Chamber of Secrets). I remember going to this last one...I'm going to remember crying and sitting with friends and knowing that all the people around me understood why I was crying and didn't judge. <br />
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And now the movies are over. Harry Potter is over. But is it really? I know that I haven't explained why I'm so attached to these characters and these books. I don't even understand it myself. All I can say is that 12 years ago I started reading a book and I felt a connection. A connection with the words, a connection with the world, and a connection with friends. The story may be over, but my love for it won't be. I think it says a lot for me to feel as in love with the books as I was when I was 12 when I'm 24 now. That's half my lifetime that I've been a part of this world and friends with these characters. Some people may laugh and some people may not understand it. Some people may not think the writing is great or the stories are bad, but I don't care and you know what? Neither do my fellow Harry Potter fans. In <em>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,</em> Snape has a conversation with Lily Evans and as lame as I feel quoting it, I feel that it really sums up Harry Potter for the fans. <br />
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"...It <em>is </em>real, isn't it?"<br />
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"It's real for us," said Snape. "Not for her..."<br />
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Harry Potter and it's world is real. It's real for us, for the fans, for me. <br />
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And just so you know, "it's real for us" is a tattoo I have in the works. People may judge me and say it's stupid. But honestly, I don't really care. Harry Potter has been part of my life for so long and for that I think it's worth a tattoo. Even if I end up hating Harry Potter (doubtful but possible) I can't deny that I spent a good portion of my life loving those books.Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-58115554834804044932011-06-18T13:04:00.000-07:002011-06-18T13:04:26.052-07:00AlohaSo I'm back from Hawaii. It was seriously one of the best vacations I've had. Why do you ask? Well, I did absolutely nothing. I just read and slept and read some more. It was great.<br />
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Now you may ask why I don't just do that at home.. well have you ever tried to do that at home? It's quite difficult. Every time I take a nap or sit and read or do nothing I feel guilty. There is always so much to do that I never really relax until I take off somewhere.<br />
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I ended up reading 8 books. I'm quite happy about this. Even though I didn't reach my 50 books by June 1st goal, I'm still plowing through and I really believe that I'll be able to make it to 100 by the end of the year.<br />
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I'm getting ready to move. I literally CAN. NOT. WAIT. to move. I really feel positive about this whole situation and the direction my life is moving in. Now if only I could get a second job and I'd be set!Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709969433351545669.post-15308316817271290822011-06-07T07:45:00.000-07:002011-06-07T07:45:04.366-07:00Counting down the daysI feel like I'm back in school again. Well, technically I'm still in school, but I feel like I'm back in K-12 school again. I have exactly 5 days left in my position as a library media specialist. I work today, Wednesday, and Thursday and then I'm off for a week because on Friday I'm jetting off to Hawaii and then I work the Monday and Tuesday when I return and then I'M DONE!<br />
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I'm slightly excited by this because it means I don't have to get up at 4 in the morning to drive to work. I'm slightly sad by this because it means I don't have a second job (although working at school, the district allows me to take part of my paycheck each month and save it so I can get paid over the summer, SUPER SMART IDEA!!!).<br />
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Recently I've been applying for new jobs (in addition to my one as a library assistant at the public library), so far I haven't heard anything. I just turned in applications and I'm sure there are tons of people applying but this makes me nervous none-the-less. I would be very happy to know that when I come back from Hawaii or when the school year starts next year I'll have a second income. It would certainly take the stress off me a bit.<br />
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Speaking of stress, I'm a little stressed about the job situation BECAUSE I AM MOVING!!! I'm going to be moving to the town that my public library job is in. In fact, I'll be moving 1 block up and 2 blocks over from my job which means I can walk to work. I've never had a job where I could walk to work. In fact over the past 4 years all my jobs have been at least a 30mile/30 minute drive one way. That's right, AT LEAST 30 minutes away.<br />
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You can understand why I am so excited about this situation. Plus I'll be moving closer to my family and friends and since I only moved away to go to college (and honestly I live about 70 miles away from where I grew up) nobody wants to come visit me. So I'm really excited to be back closer to them. At least in the same county. WOOT!<br />
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So, in recap. I'm kind of sad, happy, and nervous all at the same time and I can't wait for summer vacation to begin. :)Teenage Librarianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460263771927237915noreply@blogger.com0