That woman was used in one of our training courses at work today. Same picture, same expression, just different words on the side. I am not over it yet and feel the need to tell the world.

This is the most beautiful thing I've seen in months.

So it's been a month.

I've been staring at that for about half an hour now trying to figure out what to add to it. Mostly? I have concluded that parents shouldn't die. I don't deal with things. I shut down and lose myself in fictional characters and turkey sandwiches, because it's easier than paying attention to things that matter. It's not a good way to live, because if anything, having one's dad die only reinforces the nasty fact that even if you try not to believe people when they say "I'm not going to be around forever" it's actually a very ugly truth.

I'm going back to Oregon on Tuesday after being back in Michigan for a month after being in Oregon for less than that. Hopefully job hunting will turn into job-getting very quickly. It would be VERY nice if I had an interview waiting for me when I get back; I've still been submitting resumes while out here in EST.

One of the places was for an Entertainment feature writer for the newspaper in Corvallis. I doubt I'll even get a callback for an interview, considering they wanted writing samples with the resume, and everything that I think would've been fitting is back on my desktop in Oregon, and everything that I could get to while out here is either Harry Potter fanfic or feminist analysis on gender roles in Shakespeare. However, I think that would be something that I would really like to do, which makes just applying awesome for me, because I've NEVER really known what I want to do with my life beyond "uh, something with writing." I'm a big arts nerd, and I enjoy theatre and music and movies and tv, and I have an obnoxiously good memory for stupid details, so being an entertainment critic would be so very awesome.

So at least that's a good thing. Perhaps I should start a blog. One that isn't connected to my 14 year old quizilla tests and cryptic passive aggressiveness about marching band. I'm never sure what to say here anymore that can't be smooshed into 140 characters for twitter.

This will never stop making me laugh. Googlemaps, you're a pip.

I think it's been over a year since I've updated publicly with anything of actual real substance. I always read my friendslist, but I think my days of updating just to do so have passed since I have other mediums for that now.

Probably the biggest thing that's changed is that I'm moving to Oregon on July 12th, attempting to pack my life into the Durango to drive out there with Kati helping me move (because god knows I would get lost before I even made it out of Michigan if I tried going alone; I really need to invest in a GPS system lest I die). Mostly it is because finding a job here that wants to give me more than 11 hours a week is proving to be impossible, and the scary Sallie Mae people are sending their lurking reminders of doom that I have a gazillion dollars of loans to repay. So off into the wild blue yonder with Blev. I am hitting that point where my excitement is beginning to morph into terror as I have lived in the same house all my life (time at college not withstanding; I always came back here). Maybe I'll set up some sort of blog to talk about my adventures out west that won't also lead back to my whiny high school sophomore emoness.

Aside from that, not much has been happening. I've gone on several interview that have gone nowhere (or that I heard back from too late, after deciding that Operation: Oregon Trail is a sure thing), including one for an Inventory Clerk at a video store that had a three part interview, the second of which included this awful SAT type test with square roots and no calculator and 9 minutes to do 20 Sudoku puzzles, only to finally be told during the third interview that I don't have a loud enough personality to work there because I think it's rude to interrupt people asking me questions. I freeze and have nervous laughter. It's a fault, and I've gotten better at hiding it, but all in all it just shows me that I have something that I need to improve on. I can accept that now that I've worn myself out on bitching about how STUPID their hiring process is.

And that's about it. I've done a lot of writing lately, and have watched a lot of TV shows. I just finished the first season of Legend of the Seeker, have gotten myself re-addicted to the Sonic the Hedgehog series that used to come on ABC Saturday Mornings (the good one where Robotnik has taken over the world and Sonic has the group of Freedom Fighters, not the spazzy one with LOUD NOISES AND COLORS that came on the WB), and am completely hooked on Harper's Island. That show started out cheesetastic and has gotten so freaking awesome lately. The last episode had me sobbing; it was awesome.

Dinnertime <3

Hello friends. Is anyone aware of any place in the downriver area that is hiring because that would be great. I am beginning to get flaily and desperate.

My dear friends,



If you have a chance to see the film Fanboys, I would highly recommend that you do so as quickly as possible. I don't think I have laughed that hard watching a movie in a really really long time. Unfortunately it still seems to be very very limited release (As you can see here. The only place nearbyish it's playing is the AMC Forum 30 in Sterling Heights) but lordie, it was worth the drive.

Also, Kati and I are the biggest nerds in the world. We started shrieking about the aspect-ratio being messed up on the projection during the preview for the new Terminator film. It was very annoying, though; all you could see was Christian Bale's nose.

Me (3:01:01 PM): that was, by far, the most amazing wendy's run of my life
Bree (3:01:14 PM): Why?
Me (3:01:20 PM): the wendy's is right next to the campus bookstore
Me (3:01:36 PM): and there are all these signs like "Start Your Presidential Library Today = Buy a Book!"
Me (3:02:00 PM): and someone behind me in line was like "you think george bush had twilight in his presidential library?"
Me (3:02:16 PM): and the other girl was like "ugh, i bet he's a bella/jacob shipper."
Me (3:02:49 PM): it was pretty fantastic

OH MY GOD IT SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO BE THIS COLD OUTSIDE.

http://community.livejournal.com/mspaint_lolz/33365.html

Twilight in MSPaint form. (Even if they got the movie release dates wrong)

Emmett totally is what makes this.


We're going to the midnight opening showing, right?

This is bloody ridiculous.

Everyone in the world knows what a gigantic arachnophobe I am. I have almost gotten in accidents before because there have been spiders in my car, and I freeze up.

In the last 18 hours, there have been no less than 4 spiders crawling on the same stretch of wall in my living room. I would think that I was merely being haunted by the first one's ghost if they didn't all squash as I smash them. I don't understand where they are all coming from, and why they are always IN THE SAME SPOT. I've also been having the most terrible migraines ever the last week or so, which is seriously leading me to think that one of them crawled in my ear and laid eggs or something. It's ridiculous. I'm afraid to freaking sleep.

In RP news, I have been failboating massively everywhere because of dad!birthday (omg Red Lobster, I have missed you and your cheese biscuits) and this stupid paper for my Senior Seminar class. Except for Marlene, who in the last week has watched the murderer of her family get sent to Azkaban, had her best friend killed, and as of a few hours ago, got married to Remus.

And now I am going to power nap for 45 minutes (dear alarms, please go off PLEASE.) and then power-write this paper. Or at least try to. Maybe I will get lucky and Linda won't have anything for me to do at work tomorrow and I can fiddle then.

Campus is celebrating. I can hear cheering.

The dude I voted for won. And I have the Twilight score. It's a good night.


EDIT: THERE ARE FIREWORKS! FIREWORKS GANDALF!!!!

An update on things:

• Attempting to sort documents alphabetically is pretty much near impossible when said documents are in some sort of Asian language with letters I don't recognise.
  
  
• Screwdrivers make very messy substitutes for corkscrews when attempting to open bottles of wine.
  
  
• Alias was a really good show. I've been rewatching it from the beginning for the last few months, and am a few episodes into Season 3 right now, which is right about when I stopped watching when the show when it was on.
  
  
• I woke up for unknown reasons at 6:30 this morning and noticed a spider up on the ceiling. First one this year. I tried standing on the back of the couch to smash it, ended up missing, it fell somewhere, and I fell off the back of the couch. Still don't know where it went, and it had my adrenalin going so fast that I was never able to make it back to sleep.
  
  
• Halloween H20 is on. :D
  
  
• I've been jamming out to Evil Dead: The Musical all night, jumping on the couch and singing along. Sometimes living alone has its benefits, lonely and dorky as they might be.
  
  

Halloween is boring. I am dressed so wonderfully skanky, but am spending the holiday sitting on a mattress in the living room of my flat watching Coronation Street and Emmerdale on the Canadian channel.

Yessssssssssss X-Files marathon until FOUR.

They're not showing them in any sort of an order though, which is merfsome. It's fun to watch Scully's hair change, though. Although it's a bit of a bummer, because if they WERE going in order, the episode with Jewel Staite when she was ickle would be on. ALAS.

..I thought something was wrong with my tv, but I guess this episode is just entirely in black and white. But John O'Hurley is in this episode, which only continues to prove that he and Ed Begley Jr. are in everything.

I am moved in :D


Also, trying to fight Ann Arbor traffic on Game Day? Big mistake.

Today has been such a ridiculously terrible day, and I've only been up for three hours. I overslept, which is my own fault (I was in this weird semi-consciousness when my alarm went off, and turning the snooze off got worked into my dream). Then at work my boss had to take off because her husbot is in the hospital, and I completely froze on how to do everything that she left me to do. I forgot how to transfer phonecalls, what information I was supposed to enter into the spreadsheet file, where I was supposed to go to pick up checks (I accidentally went to Accounts Payable instead of Payroll and wound up grabbing the wrong department's checks, and having to take them back. It was embarrassing.)

And then i fell up the stairs. And then right now, the bottom of my jeans is totally wrapped up in the wheel of my chair here in the lab, and i can't get it out without ripping it or making a lot of noise. It's so much absolutely ridiculous shit, but with everything piling up all at once, I just want to go home and curl up in bed and go to sleep. The fact that I am having girly issues like a mofo isn't helping either, but what can you do?

I am falling back into bad habits very very rapidly and I do not approve. Such as only updating the ol' LJ when I am being an angstmuffin. Nobody likes an angstmuffin.

I think I will go shopping for a toaster today.