Current Music: The Girl All the Bad Guys Want, whatever the name of that band is (stuck in my head)
Current Thought: Must... get... job...
Behold: The Stuff of the Month has been updated! And a day early! Huttah!
Anyway. It's been a nice, boring week. I'm waiting to hear from the Library (they said interviews will be arranged at the end of this week or the beginning of next), and I also applied at a cell phone place and something called... *cough* Aardvark Audio, where I will apparently be making audio tapes. Yay for me.
But hey, it's money, and it won't involve solvent fumes on 3rd shift, so it's all good. And I calculated last night that if I were to work two jobs this summer, Aardvark during the day and the cell phone place/library nights, I could still get to Dublin quite comfortably by next summer, once all my fall and spring earnings are added in. So I am slightly less hopeless and distraught right now. And I'll feel downright chipper once I've actually got a job. And when I get two jobs, well, you won't even recognize me. Yay!
Methinks that next week, I'll be accompanying my parents to Chicago to go museum-hopping with Mom while Dad attends some robot convention or something. It's really too bad we can't stay a few days extra--Coldplay's gonna be there on the 9th or the 11th or something. There is no measure to how much I would love to see Coldplay in concert. Almost as much as I'd love to see U2 in concert, but U2 won't be touring until next year (one more reason to go to Dublin). Anyway. Back to Coldplay. Chris Martin is hot...
Well, it's almost 2 p.m., and I still haven't had breakfast. Dad just handed me a $10 bill to go buy some soy milk so I can finally satiate my not-particularly-overwhelming hunger. Actually, my stomach just began to actively insist that I fill it, so perhaps it'd be best for me to get offline, change into some presentable clothes, and head for the grocery store. Auf wiedersehen, and namar.
Current Music: Something strange that was in my head when I woke up.
Current Thought: Need. Job. Now.
Well, it's been quite a month (or so). I started, and quit (in the same 24-hour span) a crappy job that would have made me tons of money, and now Dublin hangs in the balance of whether or not I can find a job within the next couple of weeks. I applied at a cell phone place and Barnes & Noble (even though they're not hiring), and also the library, on the closing day for a position at the new branch. Nobody else is hiring. My savings account has around $25 in it. I need a job.
But besides the job-related crappiness, my life has been pretty dang good lately. Yesterday, that being Sunday, I did special music in church with Katrina, which went over very well. People actually asked if we wrote that song. No, I'd say, it's by Third Day. Third Day, I'd think to myself. One of the most popular Christian groups in history. Doesn't anyone in this church listen to music?
Anyway. Much of my time has been spent with Delacey, Brittany, Joel, Sam, and Adam. Michael and Ben are back in town, so I've been hanging out with them, too. Most of the time that involves playing Mafia, a game at which their dad is becoming very skilled. And when we're not playing Mafia, we discuss the significance of certain plot twists in The Matrix: Reloaded. Last night as we postulated on the possibility of two matrices, I had to stop and ask myself why in heaven's name I was spending precious time talking about a movie I didn't even like.
Speaking of which, here's a funny story for you. Last Friday I went to see TM:R with Natalie, Josh, Adam, Courtney, Heather, Linzy, and Katelyn. And, in a blur of strange teenage thoughts, we all decided to dress up completely in black. Why? How should I know? The point is, for the entirety of the evening I was wearing only black, plus some extremely painful high-heeled boots I borrowed from Courtney. So after the movie, we all went to a Taco Bell down the road, which happened to be right across the street from Wal-Mart. And we're sitting around, at 11:30, and most of the people there come from one particular high school. And then these two guys walk in, also from that high school, and greet some other people. "Dude," one says, "we just got chased all around Wal-Mart by security."
"What did you do?" asks a fellow student.
"Nothing, man!" the hoodlum protests.
Meanwhile, I glance at Adam. "Let's go to Wal-Mart," I say, and we do.
But before we do, I have to cross the road. That involves taking off those Satanic shoes and running across the pavement in my socks. It reminded me a lot of that scene in Gattaca where Jerome crosses the street without his contacts, and everything's a blur. Only I had my glasses on.
Anyway. We reach Wal-Mart; I put my shoes back on, and we go inside. Within the doors, we look around for any sign that says "Security," but see nothing. So of course we go to the Jewelry desk. Actually, that was the only place where anyone actually seemed to be working. So Adam asks the jewelry lady where we could find security. "They don't really have a headquarters," she says. "They kind of just run around." So Adam tells her about the Taco Bell punks, and she says, "Oh, in that case, go to the exit and there'll be a door to your right. They're in there."
Wow. Top secret, man.
Anyway, we go, and there's a woman standing out front of the door with a labeling gun in her hand. We ask her if this is where security is, and she pauses, obviously trying to think. "Um," she says, "could you please... identify yourselves?"
Adam and I glance at each other, incredulous. "Uh, yeah," says Adam, "the lady from Jewelry sent us over here." He tells her about the TB boys, and she makes a call on her walkie-talkie. After a minute, another woman walks up, and Adam tells her, too, about the guys south of the border. She says thank you, and we leave. We never got to see if the guys got busted; we left Taco Bell as soon as we got back.
So that was fun. There were references made to Adam being Mulder and me being Scully. I don't see much resemblance for either of us, but oh well. It was great anyway.
Yeah. That's all I've got this afternoon... Namar.
