Ramblings From All Over...
Apr. 17th, 2005 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianI've been listening to "Shut Up and Sleep With Me" near nonstop for a few days now (thnxmuch to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tarvosio for giving it to me--it's your fault if I get weird looks for singing it in public). I'd love to see an Ishida/Ichigo Bleach AMV to it...or a Yohji/Aya AMV...or really any AMV. Some doubtless exist, but dialup is so the sucks. I'm not like the sibling unit--I'm not crazy enough to download AMVs en mass over a dialup line. The sibling unit has a spare 40 GB hard drive JUST for her AMVs, and leaves her computer downloading them when she goes to sleep or to school. She snitches the highspeed connection to download One Piece fansubs, but mere AMVs need only a dialup line. I, on the other hand, have people actually call me on my home phone line. So I collect burned copies of the best of her collection when I visit for Christmas. I need to ask her to bring her laptop when she comes up for my graduation in a few weeks so that I can pick its brain...
OMFG I graduate in a few weeks. A. Few. Weeks. As in, I only have to flip one page on the calendar to see my graduation date. As in, the days when I can use my student ID to get into movie for cheap are numbered, and the number is rather small. I have to look for an actual job that may require me to be competent at something other than bullshitting in a few weeks, and bullshitting is about the only thing that college has really trained me for. I have to look for a job in a shrinking job market and a self-destructing economy. *massive panic attack*
Urg...breathing is good. I'll live, and things will work out. They always do. I'd love to get a job where I make ~$30,000 a year. That'd be a bit over twice what I live off of now, and it seems to be what a lot of entry level bio positions are offering. I'd settle for less. Happily. Unfortunately, I interview poorly. I get nervous, and tend to do the ultimate sin in interviewing situations--tell the truth. I'm abysmal at brown-nosing, I don't like lying about my skills and competence levels, and am definitely nowhere near hot enough to get away with either and still get the job. About the only way I'll get a job is if the HR manager is an otaku and happened to notice that I listed "Treasurer and Founding Member, Villa Julie Anime Club" under Extracurricular Activities on my resume. I'm always going to lose job opportunities to people who are more weasely than I am unless I rehearse my lies ahead of time. It's so not fair. Urg.
In happier non-panic-inducing news, Steve got into law school! W00t! His intelligence shines like a lighthouse in the darkness, compared to my tiny candle of intellect which will be lucky to pass Bioinformatics.
In not-so-happy but still non-panic-inducing news, I forgot to do my taxes. It's alright, though--I'm so far below the poverty line and make so little that I don't have to file and when I do it takes me half an hour to do my taxes, twenty minutes of which is spent trying to figure out how to report my scholarship overages. The IRS does not give a shit about my poor ass. I'm not worth going after. I have no car they can repo, no house to seize, no credit card to freeze, no debt to my name, and $70 in my bank account. I am a dust mote in the financial world.
I spent last night helping Grandma Harriet from my pagan group move. She's divorcing her husband of 27 years, and that took a lot of strength. She was worried that no one would come, and actually cried when so many people showed up--practically the entire pagan group. I relearned that dressers are very heavy, and hurt when they land on your foot, but better your foot than concrete when you're moving someone else's stuff. It was worth it. Grandma Harriet was actually smiling towards the end of the night.
Trains are OMFG loud when they pass twenty feet from the apartment where you are spending the night and then slam on the brakes with a sound like thunder. Wakes you up in a big old hurry at 4am, especially when repeated at two minute intervals for the next hour.plotbunny_tiff slept right through it. Lucky woman.
plotbunny_tiff still has Ethan held for punishment. My head is surprisingly quiet without him starting shit with everybody and their mom. I'm starting to miss him, though--Tiff has told me that he has a swirly-rainbow dream!plotbunny attached to his head at the moment, and I'll get him back when the plotbunny is done with him. Mou.
tarvosio for giving it to me--it's your fault if I get weird looks for singing it in public). I'd love to see an Ishida/Ichigo Bleach AMV to it...or a Yohji/Aya AMV...or really any AMV. Some doubtless exist, but dialup is so the sucks. I'm not like the sibling unit--I'm not crazy enough to download AMVs en mass over a dialup line. The sibling unit has a spare 40 GB hard drive JUST for her AMVs, and leaves her computer downloading them when she goes to sleep or to school. She snitches the highspeed connection to download One Piece fansubs, but mere AMVs need only a dialup line. I, on the other hand, have people actually call me on my home phone line. So I collect burned copies of the best of her collection when I visit for Christmas. I need to ask her to bring her laptop when she comes up for my graduation in a few weeks so that I can pick its brain...OMFG I graduate in a few weeks. A. Few. Weeks. As in, I only have to flip one page on the calendar to see my graduation date. As in, the days when I can use my student ID to get into movie for cheap are numbered, and the number is rather small. I have to look for an actual job that may require me to be competent at something other than bullshitting in a few weeks, and bullshitting is about the only thing that college has really trained me for. I have to look for a job in a shrinking job market and a self-destructing economy. *massive panic attack*
Urg...breathing is good. I'll live, and things will work out. They always do. I'd love to get a job where I make ~$30,000 a year. That'd be a bit over twice what I live off of now, and it seems to be what a lot of entry level bio positions are offering. I'd settle for less. Happily. Unfortunately, I interview poorly. I get nervous, and tend to do the ultimate sin in interviewing situations--tell the truth. I'm abysmal at brown-nosing, I don't like lying about my skills and competence levels, and am definitely nowhere near hot enough to get away with either and still get the job. About the only way I'll get a job is if the HR manager is an otaku and happened to notice that I listed "Treasurer and Founding Member, Villa Julie Anime Club" under Extracurricular Activities on my resume. I'm always going to lose job opportunities to people who are more weasely than I am unless I rehearse my lies ahead of time. It's so not fair. Urg.
In happier non-panic-inducing news, Steve got into law school! W00t! His intelligence shines like a lighthouse in the darkness, compared to my tiny candle of intellect which will be lucky to pass Bioinformatics.
In not-so-happy but still non-panic-inducing news, I forgot to do my taxes. It's alright, though--I'm so far below the poverty line and make so little that I don't have to file and when I do it takes me half an hour to do my taxes, twenty minutes of which is spent trying to figure out how to report my scholarship overages. The IRS does not give a shit about my poor ass. I'm not worth going after. I have no car they can repo, no house to seize, no credit card to freeze, no debt to my name, and $70 in my bank account. I am a dust mote in the financial world.
I spent last night helping Grandma Harriet from my pagan group move. She's divorcing her husband of 27 years, and that took a lot of strength. She was worried that no one would come, and actually cried when so many people showed up--practically the entire pagan group. I relearned that dressers are very heavy, and hurt when they land on your foot, but better your foot than concrete when you're moving someone else's stuff. It was worth it. Grandma Harriet was actually smiling towards the end of the night.
Trains are OMFG loud when they pass twenty feet from the apartment where you are spending the night and then slam on the brakes with a sound like thunder. Wakes you up in a big old hurry at 4am, especially when repeated at two minute intervals for the next hour.
plotbunny_tiff slept right through it. Lucky woman.plotbunny_tiff still has Ethan held for punishment. My head is surprisingly quiet without him starting shit with everybody and their mom. I'm starting to miss him, though--Tiff has told me that he has a swirly-rainbow dream!plotbunny attached to his head at the moment, and I'll get him back when the plotbunny is done with him. Mou.