girl, look at that body…
My 20th high school reunion is this weekend. I am not there for a number of reasons.
The most important of which is probably the most obvious as well.
I hated high school.
I don’t know what went wrong - I had friends. I had a good time. Life was mostly good.
But in the end it didn’t leave me with that warm, fuzzy feeling college did.
Plus, from what I can tell, Jenn’s death has cast a long shadow over the get together…
As it should.
I’m still wrestling with the fact that another member of the class of 1993 has died from cancer.
Was there something in the water when I was growing up?
How many more of us are carrying ticking time bombs?
When I was let go two weeks ago, I decided to use a combination of GTD and the Unschedule to organize my unpaid third vacation and make myself more productive than I was the last two times.
So far, I’ve failed miserably.
Of course, as is well documented here, I’ve been feeling sorry for myself, letting my depression get the better of me, and that’s just not cool.
Today, I feel better than I have in a while. I’m hoping that momentum carries forward into tomorrow. I have an interview with a recruiter and I don’t need to blow it like I did on Friday with a different recruiter.
I suppose it’s time to get back to Logan’s sweater… I’ve been kicking ass with it and it will be done by the time I meet with my knitting group on Tuesday. It has to be. I’m going to need some help from C - I can’t remember how to do a three-needle bind off. *grin*
don’t be… dead. would you do that just for me? just stop it. stop this.
I’ve been working like a mad woman on Logan’s sweater. (I love that kid. I really do. He’s the first kid to ever receive that honour.)
I received a package in the mail today from a friend. (I feel loved. I needed that.)
Found out a girl I went to high school with lost her battle with cancer. (Um… do I need to tell you that’s the loss part?)
It was hard to read that news.
She’s got several kids, single mother, breast cancer… it’s about as shitty a situation as they get.
I can’t even wrap my head around that.
Bye, Jenn. I hope you’ve finally found the peace you’ve needed.
he’s sexy and he knows it
This is why you should do your research, kids.
I have to save this, because OH. MY. FUCKING. DOG. DID. THAT. MAKE. ME. LAUGH.
I save fan fic that makes me cry, so why not save the stuff that makes me laugh? Right?
I’m not a religious person by any means, but when I’m forced to choose one, I always lean towards “pagan”. (I was a practicing Wiccan for a while, but got bored and created my own quasi-religion. I guess. If you can call it a religion.)
I can’t get behind any of the others. I’ve learned about the other major players, but none of them make sense to me. None of them ring true.
But this level of religious propaganda really takes the cake. This is better than any gay-bashing, atheist-hating crap I’ve read in a long time:
During this period demons are assigned against those who participate in the rituals and festivities. These demons are automatically drawn to the fetishes that open doors for them to come into the lives of human beings. For example, most of the candy sold during this season has been dedicated and prayed over by witches.
I do not buy candy during the Halloween season. Curses are sent through the tricks and treats of the innocent whether they get it by going door to door or by purchasing it from the local grocery store. The demons cannot tell the difference.
I’d like to write more on this topic, but, um, I’m going to start buying candy and cursing it.
Since I’m a witch and all. Or am I a demon?
I’m never sure.
the setlock pictures kill me
The girl who thought Kate Spade was a person and not a brand knows:
John wears jumpers that Martin Freeman picks out.
Moriarty wears Westwood.
Sherlock wears Spencer Hart suits, Dolce and Gabbana shirts, and that coat? That amazing, wonderful, coat? A Belstaff.
Applied for a UK accounting job. 99.9999999% sure I’m not qualified, but maybe the recruiter might find something I’m a fit for.
I have a job interview on Tuesday, and I’m meeting with Jimmy The Pimp’s boss on Monday.
I don’t even care any more… I don’t want to be unemployed, but I am so done with looking for work.
Aaaaand, since someone asked:
The most adorable lisp. EVER. (Once it’s been pointed out that he lisps when he’s tired, or animated, or that he flat out struggles with ‘sp’ sounds, you can’t help but notice it. After repeated viewings. Of course. What? It’s research. For science, Jawn!)
I’ve taken to walking on the furniture. I do not know why, but when I do, I yell, “THE FLOOR IS LAVA, JAWN!” (Original image here.)
The neighbors must think I’m out of my fucking mind.
I think they’re right.
mmm… david ten-inch
Woke up ass early today.
Managed to get out of bed.
Introduced the most adorable lisp in the world to my CP fan fic.
Screamed at the computer when my blog, Firefox, Safari and then my internet connection all fell to shit. Then, while trying to apply for a job (using their handy “apply now!” bullshit), the web site kept bouncing me back to the log in screen.
I’ve had two recruiters reach out to me today. Both left messages. Neither has called me back.
Jimmy the Pimp - my most favourite recruiter in the world - isn’t working for that company any more. I sent a break-up email because I hadn’t heard from him in four days, and that’s really unusual for us. (I know it’s me - you can’t place me because I’m pathetic sort of thing), and his boss called me. HIS BOSS. To apologize for not reaching out to me on Friday, Monday, or Tuesday.
Also - almost wrote a cover letter to an international company that began:
Why do I want to work for you? That’s easy. I want to get the fuck out of the US and move to the UK. This isn’t a snap decision - you can see this desire in my journals and it goes all the way back to my first visit to London in 1992. Please, please, please, hire me and then immediately transfer me. I. WILL. CLEAN. TOILETS. FOR. A. TIER. TWO. VISA. NO. LIE.
Decided to delete it and go the grown up route.
I do have a lead on an international recruiter that’s advertising for a job locally… I’ll probably call him in a bit and just see what there is to see.
I have an interview tomorrow that I’m trying to get excited about, but I just can’t… I’m tired of getting my hopes up to just be let go because “it’s just not working out.”
(This appears to be a regular daily update type series thing for those of you who have expressed concern about my mental state. It is much appreciated, but I’m fine. Honest. Just a little blue. Like a smurf.)