It's been more than a month since my last post. Bad me. I dont even have an excuse this time. I could blame my sister (stupid, Disney Channel-watching...getting me all involved in silly teen dramadies that manage to hit all my shipper buttons... ( ... but! but! )) but really, it's my fault. I've just been so lazy lately. I keep occassionally working on projects, but mostly I just read fic and go to sleep.

I did get the job at the law firm. My job is to withdraw any forclosure sales that take place in Ohio. All 80 counties. Luckily I don't have to deal with Kentucky, though. More counties to deal with. Thanks, 80 is enough, and there are a couple up north that just make the process difficult. They're so persnickety! And it never ceases to amaze me how tiring it is to sit in front of a computer all day.

On the bright side, I get a regular paycheck--weekly, while still going through the staffing agency--and when/if they decide to hire me on full time, then I'll get paid bi-weekly. I'm saving up for an apartment. I already have the complex I hope to find a vacancy in picked out. It's the Tudor Court Apartments--although after reading some of the former resident reviews, maybe not. Perhaps the Roanoke would be the better choise, if they have an opening.

Welp, had my job interview today at Lerner, Sampson, and Rothfuss, attorneys at law. There was a bus issue--my fault; I was reading the wrong day on the schedual--saturday, not Monday-Friday (GRAAAAA!) But I got it straightened out, had my interview, and I was asked back for a second interview on Thrusday! Woot! This one's at 9AM. I usually have better luck in the mornings, so that's good.

I may actually be working by next week! Woot!

I wanted to show off this wallpaper I made. The original picture was one I took last year at Blarney Castle in Ireland. I tweaked it in Photoshop to make it look like a night scene. The fireflies I found on the internet, cropped out the backgrounds, and plopped into the picture with diffused smaller lights all around for depth.

And the little fairy girl is my sister! She let me dress her up and take a bunch of pictures of her. They look completely awesome, and she fits so well here.

I blame my parents. If they hadn't raised me to be such a good person, I wouldn't be in this position. But nooooo! They had to raise me so that my first impulse, when asked a question, is to tell the truth. Since when did telling the truth ever do anyone any good?

And puppies! Who said they should be so cute? Irrisistable, actually.

So there I was, walking along, minding my own business, and some guy was walking along in the other direction, coming toward me. He had a little puppy with him, and come on! Who can resist puppies? He asked if I wanted to pet Ghost, the puppy, so I stopped and pet the damn puppy.

So what happens? Questions. The usual. (Why are they always the same questions? Do guys just not know any others? Why are they always so pushy?) "How old are you? Oh, you look younger. Are you married? Boyfriend? Can I call you? Oh, come on."

And then when I pause, "You know you want to. You're pausing because on some level, you want to give me your number."

No. What I'm thinking is, I should never have fallen for the old puppy ruse, damnit.

And that's how I got suckered into giving a complete stranger my cell phone number. Now I need to fall into a hole and hide. Grrr.

I AM NOT DEAD!!!

I'm just not very interesting lately, either.

Since graduation, I've been looking for/applying for jobs, but no one wants to hire me. Yet. So most of my days are spent lolling about the house, walking to the library, and occassionally typing.

( I'm working on converting fanfiction novella... )

Well, I just wanted to update and let you guys know I'm still here. I am. I'm just...restricted to one hour of internet time at the library because we STILL don't have the internet at home. I really need to get my own place. And as soon as someone hires me and I have money for rent I'll go get one. I love my family, but seriously? At almost 23, I am not having fun sharing a pink, Hello Kitty room with teeny-bopper magazine photos of Disney Channel cookie-cutter stars staring at me from every available surface. Help! Please! Anybody need a roommate?

I'm clearly insane. Let me tell you why:

On the day of my graduation (Saturday, May 10th) I was all set to get ready, be pretty, and go. Had a nice dress all picked out. Had my cap and gown hung and near at hand, it was all good.

10:20 AM--I can't find the little instruction thingy that had my place number in line on it. I looked for oven an hour, checked through the trash and recycling bins, called upon the powers of lost items, but to no avail. Now, a sane person would shrug and go, "Oh well. It happens. No big deal." *goes to get ready* But do I do this?

No.

I am convinced--morally, ethically, spiritually convinced--that they will not let me walk at graduation if I do not have this stupid piece of blue paper that says my place in line and what gate I am supposed to enter at. There are tears and panicked text messages to my mother. The graduates are supposed to be at the stadium and in line by 12:30. At 12:00 I am dressed in jeans and a tee, my curly hair that I thought to straighten now dried into unruly spirals, and I'm lying face-down on my bed in despair. Then I decide to just suck it up, get dressed, and even if they don't let me walk, I can at least be there to support my friends, right?

Of course, you know what happened, right? I get there, cap and gown in hand, miserable and penitant, go to one of the coordinating professors, and present myself, fully prepared to grovel and cry. With a blithe smile, he directs me to my place in line and promptly leaves. I'm safe. Of course I was. I'm an idiot. *face...palm*

So, all went well. I'm a bachelor of fine arts with a degree in creative writing, I'm looking for a job, and I have a cold. Well, nothing's perfect.

I graduate tomorrow at 1:30.

O.O

okay. I can do this.

Anita Blake + crazywriterchic = happy girl

Book 16 comes out the 27th!!!!!!!

Plus:

I want the comics soooooooooooooooooo bad!!!!!!!!! Esp. FIRST DEATH. Me want! Me want!!!


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HAPPY EARTH DAY!!!

A 5.4 earthquake had it's epicenter 40 miles NW of Evansville at 4:36 this morning. It was crazy! I woke up feeling my bed shaking, which, I remember thinking, was making my butt shake. And then I heard the door rattling. I think I knew what it was because I remember thinking that maybe I should go stand in the door way. Then my roommate--voice sleepy-slurred--says "It's an earthquake."

I've never felt one before! I mean, supposedly I've lived through previous ones, but not that I remember, and not that I ever felt. I think I would remember that. This one I felt. It's so weird. I forget sometimes that the Midwest is on a fault line. Well, I'll remember from now on!

UPDATE: A little after 10:00 (:15- :20) we had an aftershock. My Advanced Exposition class talked our prof into having class outside in the plaza when all of a sudden I felt the concrete bench I was sitting on start to move. We're having construction on campus this year, so I thought for a minute it was as a result of something they were doing over there, but it lasted for a couple of seconds before I looked over at one of my classmates and asked, "Do you feel that, too?"

She nodded.

And then everyone went, yup! That's an aftershock. In the words of Alice, one of the girls in class, "Yay! That was my earthquake virginity!" Apparently she slept through the big one at 4:30, so by her logic, it was like being drunk when you loose your real virginity; it doesn't count.