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(no subject) [Apr. 21st, 2009|09:22 pm]
Anna Holzemer

PETA Members
Circle I Limbo

Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

People who talk in the theatre
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

George Bush
Circle IV Rolling Weights

General asshats
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

The Pope
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle VII Burning Sands

Scientologists, NAMBLA Members
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

Saddam Hussein
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

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(no subject) [Oct. 20th, 2008|02:47 pm]
Anna Holzemer
So I have a good friend Colette who's parents are amazing and took it upon themselves to mail every single inhabitant of ground floor a lovely CERTIFIED CARE PACKAGE full of wonderfully random things and a detailed letter explaining their motivation behind some of the things they included.  Somehow they got it into their head that I was the RA  for the floor, so my package was slightly fuller and a little more random.  It consisted of:

1 package Tide detergent (lemon scented)
3 shammies
1 Moon Pie (banana flavored)
1 set Tiki themed corn picks
1 portable first-aid kit
1 wet-nap
1 coffee mug (aquatic themed)
6 plastic army men
1 D6
1 Toy Story action figure (horse)
1 set Ping-Pong paddles with three balls
1 toy car (candy filled)
1 plastic meatball/boulder
2 zip-lock baggies
1 packet ice tea to go
1 clothes pin
1 small paper bag
1 plastic whistle (with lanyard)
1 bendy straw
1 eraser (plastic)
1 small package floss
1 blue container with snap shut lid
1 package portable tissues
2 plastic spoons
1 plastic fork
1 16oz rubber mallet with a wooden handle

I have a very interesting thank-you note to write now.
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(no subject) [Oct. 13th, 2008|11:32 pm]
Anna Holzemer
Holy moly...I haven't updated this thing since April?  Jeebus...

Lets see...

I'm a senior in college.
I live in an amazing dorm that I can't believe I didn't live in for the first three years.
I'm interning at an all jazz and NPR station KPLU 88.5
I'm going to Australia for January
I will be turning 22 in January

Thats really all I can muster up at the moment...it's late and I have to go to work before getting up early again.  >.<
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(no subject) [Apr. 26th, 2008|09:33 pm]
Anna Holzemer
Last night there were two students from PLU who were killed in a car accident.  I didn't know any of them personally, but in a community this small it affects everyone.

Since I work for KCNS, I figured I should probably cover it for the student news.  I wasn't allowed into the memorial service (neither was anyone else from any of the other news stations), but I was expecting that.  What I wasn't expecting, was the overwhelming feeling of guilt and disgustingness I've got for intruding on people mourning.  Even as a part of the community I still felt it.

I can't imagine what it would be like to be sent out on an assignment to deal with people that I didn't know.  I'm starting to wonder if it ever goes away, or if once it does it means that you've lost part of yourself.  I don't know.
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(no subject) [Mar. 25th, 2008|07:03 pm]
Anna Holzemer
I've spent roughly the last 48 hours tearing walls out of a house.  If I'm ever a member of the mob, the crowbar will definitely be my weapon of choice.  To quote Kill Bill (sort of): I'm a fucking surgeon with a crowbar.

We filled a 30' dumpster with plaster and lath.

I took out a cast-iron sink with a sledge hammer.

I will never, EVER remodel a house that was built when plaster and lath were still the popular materials for building walls.  Ever.  Unless that remodel really just means "go crazy and tear it all out."
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(no subject) [Mar. 10th, 2008|06:57 pm]
Anna Holzemer
So Sunday was crap until about 2:30 in the afternoon. 

I showed up for my midnight to four shift at campus safety, and because it was time for the daylight savings time switchover, I only had to work three hours, but still got paid for four.  That was nice.  In those three hours, though, there were gunshots fired a couple blocks from campus near a party.  Nobody was hurt, but County kept snapping at me because I couldn't pull up any visuals of the area on our security cameras.  It's not my fault that we don't have enough cameras, or that the vital ones along the main road are more often then not blocked by trees.

I finally got to bed around 5, and had to get up at 8 to work in the UC for breakfast.  I do that every weekend, and it always sucks, but for some reason my body had a more difficult time of it that day.  I made it out the door before I realized the stairs in front of me were all blurry and I'd left my glasses on the nightstand. 

Once I got to work, things just went downhill.  Because of the time change, close to 1/3rd of the student staff didn't show up when they were supposed to.  As a result, I have the professional staff on my back demanding that I find them replacement workers while I'm trying to figure out how to pronounce names (nearly all the student workers on Sunday mornings are from China) and make phone calls letting everyone know that they're late.  I didn't have hosts for awhile, and the guy who normally does the salad bar was gone, so I was trying to run around and fill in as best as I can.

It gets to be 1130 or so, and I'm at wits end.  I'd been running around nonstop since I got there, I'd had maybe 3 hours of sleep, and I was frustrated as all hell with the staff shortage.  The final straw was when I was rolling a bucket of mop water out to clean up a spill (because I have no hosts to do it) and the wheels snag on the floor plate in the doorway.  I've run over that thing a million times and never had a problem before.  The entire bucket flips forward, dumping close to four gallons of sanitized water all over the main walkway.  I absolutely lost it, and started crying.  Poor Casey, who saw the whole thing happen, gave me a hug and said he's clean it up for me if I got another mop and bucket for the spill out in the dining area.

After that the rest of my shift stayed pretty much the same...my hosts showed up eventually, and we managed to get everything done and ready for the dinner meal.

As soon as we were done, I practically ran out of there.  I spent the rest of the day playing the new Smash Bros. game and taking pictures for my photojournalism class. 


Today, my group in Video Production got together to figure out the case sequence for our final movie project.  I'm really not a fan of group projects...I'm not sure why, but I always have this feeling of "How the hell did you come up with that idea, it's stupid and mine is totally superior."  In this case, his idea *was* totally stupid.  Actually, I suppose the idea wasn't so bad, just the way he wanted to shoot it.  I suggested a couple of different things, which the other people in the group really liked, and now I feel like I've taken over and completely shut him down. 

I don't know...I hate it when nobody wants to brainstorm, they just go along with whatever sounds like the first good idea.  It's stupid.  I KNOW that everyone has their own ideas, and I hate that the don't want to assert them. 


sorry if this entry is a little disjointed...I'm just sort of typing as I think.
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(no subject) [Mar. 7th, 2008|12:39 pm]
Anna Holzemer
I've been published!

Yup...thats my photo!  I'm unbelievably excited about it, too.  It made the front page of the campus newspaper this week, ABOVE THE FOLD!  It's the first thing that everyone who picks up The Mast for the next week will see!
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(no subject) [Mar. 6th, 2008|03:59 pm]
Anna Holzemer
My head is full of pain and goo!  I couldn't stop sneezing yesterday (stupid allergies) and I woke up today with a swollen throat, sinus headache, and the inability to breath through my nose.  Lovely.  I decided to sleep through yoga, but i'm definitely going to my class tonight.

In other exciting news, my life finally feels like everything is falling into place.  This semester has been amazing for me, as I'm finally taking classes that pertain to my major.  Working with the student news station KCNS has been a great experience for me...I actually provided 100% of the news footage for last tuesday's broadcast!  On top of that, one of the pictures I took for my photojournalism class may be printed on the front page of the student news paper as a stand-alone (I find out tomorrow), and I've signed up for a study-abroad trip to study Peace Journalism from a foreign perspective at the CNN bureau in Dubai and the UAE next January!

My dad called me this morning to tell me that on the 15th there will be huge protest at the local mall to mark another anniversary of the invasion of Iraq by american forces.  He called to say that last year when this date rolled around, there was a recruiting office in New York that was bombed, and asked me that I not go to the protest at the mall for safety reasons. 

I stopped protesting back in high school for a number of reasons, but I'm still tempted to attend this one.  Not for "war is bad" reasons, but for a journalistic experience.  Not only do I think I could get some incredible footage, but I have a photo-essay assignment for my Photojournalism class that would be amazing if I could do this right.  The only thing Im truly worried about is the hippies from Evergreen College.  The last time there was a non-violent protest, the Evergreen kids started throwing large rolling dumpsters into the path of police cars.  My friend Matt went to get footage of that protest for the paper he works for and came back with tiny bruises all over his face from the pepper-pellets the police were firing into the crowd.  I don't know what to do.

I do know, however, that I'll be participating in the second "Iraq Die-In" on campus this year.  It isn't a protest by any means, simply an awareness of how many people (Soldiers and Civilians alike) have died during this war.  We each wear t-shirts with numbers on them that represent a certain number of each, and we lay in the middle of red square in silence.  Heres a link to the article they did on us last year.

I think thats about it for now...I've got stuff to do, so I'll see you around later.
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(no subject) [Feb. 28th, 2008|08:19 pm]
Anna Holzemer
Neil Gaiman's novel American Gods is available to read online for free.

Read it here.
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(no subject) [Feb. 26th, 2008|11:15 pm]
Anna Holzemer

just thought i'd share.

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