I've been restless lately. I think we all have as we get ready to go back to school or move on with our lives. So here's how I'm satisfying my urge to get out there again: I made myself a new journal.

Most of us know that I love to create and design and write code and be dorky like that. Well, being a free member at LJ doesn't allow me that freedom -- and I refuse to pay for it.  Don't get me wrong, I love LJ and might come back every now and then to make a post on this journal. I'll certainly be back to read up on my friends list.  My new journal can be found at BlogSpot by clicking the following link: A Minute In Reverse.

For everyone here at LJ who still cares to read up on me by using their friends list, magikfanfic was kind enough to use the new journals XML to create this syndicated feed: minutereversed.  You can add that to your friends list, view my entries in full and comment right on the LJ. See, I'm all about making things easy on my peeps.

In the process of slicing potatoes tonight, I managed to slice a good bit of the tip of my finger.  Not off, just almost off. I've been a cookin' machiene lately. All kinds of stuff just keeps rolling out of my kitchen.

And with working out on top of that? I'm losing weight again.  Put that in your bong and toke it.

Is it wrong of me that I watched the Kim Possible movie the other night?  You know, I really don't care if it is, because I did and it was funny.  I also have to share a recent obsession I've developed: Room Raiders on MTV.  I don't know what it is, I just love to dig through other people's stuff. I'm some sort of weird pervert. I also like the show on Crime TV where you have to figure out who lives in the house based on going through their rooms -- for the life of me, I can't remember what it's called.

Went shopping tonight and ended up with a whole new interview outfit. Bonus.  It's all in browns, which is a total departure for me in the non t-shirt department.  I got a camel brown sports coat that looks almost suede-like. Originally $250--I got it through sale (and I'm pretty sure register error) for $45. Boo-Yah. Brown pants, tan shirt, matching tie, new shoes and even new socks. 

Also, the HT chatters would like me to make everyone else aware of my spanking obsession.  But then, most of you already knew about my fondness for the great sport of hand meeting ass cheek.

Watching the Stargates right now.  I'm having trouble caring about them so far this season. I'm not a fan of General Jack.

So I had my first interview yesterday.  I was actually fighting boredom through most of it.  It went fine, though.

Next, I'm flying to Birmingham -- by way of layover in Cleveland -- on Thursday morning. My interview is that afternoon and then I fly out at 8 a.m. Friday morning...to Detroit where I have an hour layover before flying back to Fort Wayne.  I'm glad flying doesn't make me sick or anything...*eyebrow*

My journal layout just got cracked out, but I'll fix it later. 

And? DeBold called!

So, I just got off the phone after an hour long talk with the news editor of the Birmingham Post-Herald. If her editor goes for it, they'll be flying me down soon for an interview. Tight.

Sir Mix A Lot on "I Love the '90s"? Funny shit. 
Hal Sparks and Michael Ian Black on "I Love the '90s"? Funnier shit.
Jane Seymour on "I Love the '90s"? Not even close to funny shit.

Went downtown this afternoon to meet my mum for lunch at junkfood alley of the Three Rivers Festival.  Marinated pork skeweres, fried rice, eggrolls, pizza, fried potato slices...yurmmy.

On my way home I got my hairs cut (thank god) and dropped my suit off at the cleaners.  Gots to gets my hot on for my interview next week.

Also, I Love the '90s is crackin' my shit up.  And speaking of things that are related to the toilet...I have to pee. Peace out.

Stayed in a ghetto motel, got rained on, got CDs stolen from my car, stood around while a dog got sprayed by a skunk.

Hung out with some friends, drank me some alcomahol, ate some real good chicken creole, discussed at least four times what will be on "I Love the '90s."

Add in some interesting stops and colorful characters and all in all it balances out to a good weekend.

Also, Grace did a Spotlight on me last week over at her blog. Check it...some of you might be in it...

Last night I made some nastalicious BBQ chicken.  It was good, it just wasn't...you know...BBQ.  Nothin' like chicken baked in homemade sweet 'n' spicy salsa.  However, I made potato salad tonight and it's perfect.

I'm getting ready to clean out the cupboards in the kitchen. As magikfanfic can attest from being on the phone with me last weekend when I was scrounging for food, they need it.  My mother gave me free reign to throw out anything that I didn't like -- Lord knows she doesn't eat any of it, and there are boxes of stuff in there circa 1997. Things like microwaved lemon cake, canned yams and Tuna Helper must go.  Also? The Miracle Whip that expired in '99.

Anyway, I was digging through the cupboards forming an attack plan when I ran across our recipe boxes.  Being the food freak that I am, I dug right in. My back aches from standing over the kitchen counter without moving for over an hour.  I found all kinds of stuff. My grandmother's un-freaking-paralleled sweet rolls, for example.  And the recipe for the secret marindade sauce that is used on the chicken at Harlan Days that draws hundreds of people to start lining up at 6 a.m. on the first Saturday in August in Harlan, Ind., because that is the only day of the year that it is used for the public.  My mother apparently got it from her mother who got it from her husband, who was one of the masterminds behind it -- and on top of it's secrecy and popularity, it's the simplist thing ever with only five main ingredients. Of course, being so popular and made in abundance for that reason, the recipe yields enough sauce for about 50 chickens and requires the biggest pot that will fit on a small-town restaurant's stove.

Also found were recipes that have my mother's name on them, which cracks me up because the only time I've seen her cook in the past five years was when she grilled hamburgers and poured a can of green beans into a pot on the stove.

There's also a recipe for "Better than Sex Cake."  Looking over the ingredients, however, I must assume that the sex in question involves barbed wire and some sort of sandpaper condom.

I'm supposedly taking my potato salad to the lake tomorrow for a BBQ.  I haven't been to the lake in four years, and I don't really have a huge urge to make the trip now.  But it does mean that I can get the refrigerator out of my backseat that I have been lugging around since I moved out of the dorm, as my mother wants to use it up there.  However, it is supposed to rain all freaking day, so I may not be making the trip.

And? Two days to Big Brother 5!

Big Brother 5 starts in 7 days.  If you are planning to watch this year, you should also consider checking out Hamster Time.  You should also vote for HT in the Best BB site poll.

Also, I looked through the files on my computer and found all kinds of pictures (see new icon) and some of my papers from freshman year -- Viagra, Satan, Arthur...what a well rounded individual I was.  Also, check the sideburns and look at how freaking skinny I was...and yet the scale says I weigh the same. Huh?

I woke up at 5:15 p.m. today.  The fuck?  Granted, I didn't go to bed until 7:30 a.m., but that's just wrong somehow.

Meanwhile, I'm still waiting to find out when my interview is.  I did, however, buy a new shirt and tie so I'll look purty.  Because, you know, my fashion sense is going to get me a job where I'll be behind a computer in a dark corner. Come to think of it, that may be one of the only places where my personal sense of fashion would get me a job.  But I'm kinda proud of the fact this new ensemble is out of the ordinary for me--no color, just black and white...wait...umm...it has patterns?

For some reason I felt the need to work out tonight.  I did cardio and then I pulled out the weights.  Now I hurt. 

Ooh...and I made chili for my hot dogs tonight!  It was tastalicious.

And has anyone seen my girlfriend recently? I heard a rumor she was alive, but have no proof.

So my non-blood female cousin is getting married at the end of August in Chicago, where she works for the big-ass Hyatt near O'Hare.  She's marrying a guy 10 years older than herself, but he is British and has a summer house in the south of Italy, so whatever.  Anyway, their reception will be on a boat they have hired to sail around Lake Michigan during sunset and dusk.  I don't know if I'll be attending, but it is pretty interesting to me that I was invited seperate from my mother and I can bring a guest.  Guess that's one of those first signs that I'm a full-out adult now.  Frightening, isn't it?

Meanwhile, the River of Chocolate M&M commercials are cool.

Also, I'm very pleased that SpaceShipOne was a semi-success.  Yes, it missed it's reentry point, but it made it up and back down in one piece.  Someday I think I'd like to take a ride. 

So, I've been told that I am in the running for a copy editor position with one of the papers here in Ft. Wayne and I get to go in for interviews.  Quite an exciting piece of news.  I have prospects! Whoo! Hopefully that will get my mother off my ass now, at least until I get turned down for the job.

I also found out that my cousin just adopted her second daughter.  Her first adopted daughter, Kacy Noel, just had a sister, Kayla.  Kayla and Kacy have a black father, Irish mother and (on one of the sides, though I'm not sure which) a full-blooded American Indian grandfather.  I'm next in the family bloodline to have children now that both of my older cousins have contributed at least two (albeit three of the five aren't blood).

I had the best frozen pizza ever today.  Caribbean Jerk Chicken.  Mmmm....pizza.

Bad movies on TBS make me somewhat entertained.  Zoolander, A Knight's Tale, followed by Sex and the City.  That's good TV.

Reformatted my mother's computer this weekend. Then I decided to continue the kick and reformat my notebook, too.  If I only had my floppy drive fixed, it would be so excellent.

On a random note, I was awake at 6 a.m. this morning to see Saved By the Bell.  That show sucked. I can't believe it used to be all the rage.

As magikfanfic already pointed out, my mother's computer (my only internet connection at the moment) is on the fritz. I tried to download the IE updates to fix some minor annoyances it had been giving me and now the whole damn computer is fucked. Will be reformatting the system tomorrow when my mother returns from the lake with her passwords and requests of what files to burn off and save.

Meanwhile, I can look at any site that is in my favorites, but can't type new sites, make comments, or log into sites that I'm not already permantently logged into. GahEr. AreGuh.

Remember in "8 Mile" when Rabbit says "If something's going to happen, it better happen now."?

I get that now.

Days like today are generally the ones where I don't look at people, warn them in advance not to talk to me, and generally glower. But since there's no one around to tell, does my mood really matter? Like that whole "Does a tree falling in the forest make a sound if there's no one around for it to crush?" paradox thingy. Food for thought.

Meanwhile, I was watching an episode of the X-Files last night -- the one with the Christmas Eve haunted house. They had just found the corpses under the floorboards that were dressed just like them and started to run out of the room screaming when my power went out, leaving me in my pitch black room. It was a little disturbing. Turns out a car had decided that the fork in the road in front of my house wasn't for him and had decided to continue on straight...into a electric pole. So I went out to the end of my driveway and watched the cops, firemen and EMTs mess around for an hour.

OK, so my mother comes home from work today and stops at the end of the driveway to check the mail (which I'd already brought in, but that's beside the point) at which time she finds a little kitten stuck in a bush or some random place. She proceeded to bring the kitten into the house. Now it is in the garage. I don't like pets. It needs to leave.

Where are all my friends at!? I miss you!!!!! Even the people I really don't like all that much, I miss making fun of you in my head! Stupid graduation nonsense.