I got the job from the temp agency! It took me a week of calling and calling, but I got it. Apparently, I've got ESP, because every time I called Kellie, the placement person, she said she had *just* gotten off the phone with the place. I was worried that it wouldn't work out, but it does, better than I thought it would ( Read more... )

Mom locked the computer, and I haven't had time to really get to the library ( Read more... )

Things aren't great at home, but that's par for the course. Beans told me that she's not going to be able to move to California until her new apartment lease runs out--in OCTOBER of NEXT YEAR. (Oh Jesus Christ...Dustin Diamond did a *Dirty Sanchez* in his sex tape?! God, the visual!! It BURRRRNS!!) So that means that I need to get the fuck out of ( Read more... )

Advice from Mr. Ellis:

Dance like you're stamping on a human face forever, love like you've been in a serious car crash that minced the front of your brain, stab like no one can arrest you, and live like there's no such thing as God.

Apparently, I don't help out around the house enough (I haven't done the dishes TWICE since I've been home, and I didn't vacuum two weeks ago when my mother asked me to), and since I don't pay rent or anything, I am a waste of space and a failure in general, so I've been banned by my mother from using the computer AND from eating any of "her" food ( Read more... )

Ugh. I've got huge bags under my eyes, and those bags are all bruised blackish-peach like I got into a fight with someone other than my car door. My cough has moved from my throat to my lungs, and I'm still halfway congested, but I feel a bit better. Enough that I'm not dreading the 2-10 that I'm pulling later today. I sent my resume off to Audra ( Read more... )

I've made a journal that will chronicle my attempts at moving to California.
We shall see if I make it public.
I hope that it someday replaces this journal. I feel no connection to the name or personality of it anymore. I've had it since I was eighteen, and it's time for a change.

I am currently not feeling well, but it's only physical badness today, which is better than mental badness. Problems of the body are easier to get rid of than problems of the mind, I've found.

Worked a lot but not enough. Was the "ugly witch sister" this past weekend, and didn't screw it up too badly. If you wanna see me make an ass of myself, I' ( Read more... )

Last night was so much fun. Thank you to all who came out and supported our two favourite birthday boys Ben and Blue. The music was good, even if Wombat decided to act pathetic. *eyeroll* Really. I'd expect more from a man pushing 40, but I suppose that men can still be boys even at his age. We didn't let it ruin our good time, and the spectacle ( Read more... )

By the way, these were my mushroom friends. They were growing in my backyard, just up the hill and to the right of the backyard gate. I visited them every night when I let Brandi out before I went to bed. They were soft and spongy (which I discovered when I sacrificed a few of them by plucking them from the moist earth and tearing them apart then ( Read more... )