So, the super came by yesterday to fix the toilet. As it happened, he came by exactly as I was getting out of the shower. And, realizing it was him and not wanting him to disappear into where ever it is supers go when something is broken and no one will fix it, all I had time to do was chuck the cat in the bedroom, hoist my towel up, and open the door to say, "Can you come back in five minutes?"

Yeah, he could.

This is not the first time the super has seen my dripping wet with a towel around my hair. The great flood happened when I was nekkid, too, though that time I put on pants and shirt and sprinted downstairs. (Barefoot, I think.)

Anyway. This was at about 9:05. I generally leave at 9:15. He didn't get back until 9:20; I was starting to fret about being late to work, as it's a very new job and all. So I emailed work to let them know what was up (oh, and got dressed, obviously), and he finally returned, said, "Hmm. I'll be back," and left again. Once again, I sat around, wondering how late I would be to work (my boss emailed me back saying it was no big deal), and at 10:00, the time I was actually supposed to be in the office, the super returned, with his cousin for backup. It took all of about 15 minutes to fix the chain, by which I mean entirely replace, and then they informed me there's a crack in the caulking around the tub and they'd be back this morning (any minute now!) to fix it.

Rather frazzled by being late to work by at least an hour, I took off running. Then, halfway to the subway, realized Lilly was still locked in the bedroom. (We really aren't supposed to have a cat. So we throw her in there whenever the super comes by, and he politely pretends not to see her food and water bowls or the litter box. It's a fun charade.)

Anyway, that's why I'm up and ready to go this morning, an hour before I need to leave for work. (I'd normally just be dragging my lazy ass out of my bed at this point.) And let me just say I'm grateful for my office's 10:00 opening time, and the fact that it's only about 40 minutes away. Last job was 9 AM, and well over an hour. That extra hour of sleep? Fantastic!

Yet somehow, I'm still exhausted. Like, waking up feeling sick to my stomach tired, which normally only happens if I get less than 6 hours of sleep. (I got almost nine last night, and around eight most nights.) And it isn't my general food...issues, whatever those are; I've been eating three meals a day (with varying food groups and everything!) the last few days. So...wtf? Meh.

As for the job, despite showing up an hour late, I ended up leaving an hour early yesterday. I suspect I do the work they want me to much faster than they thought I would. I'm not sure if that's a comment on me working quickly or other people being fucking slow. Whatever.

(...The super is still not here.)

This morning: the interview...didn't go well. I didn't have the good vibe from it that I did from the other few I've done, there and elsewhere; I kept getting the feeling I was answering questions "wrong". I was honest--talking myself up, but honest--so I guess I'd rather get a job where I fit in with their expectations and whatnot, but...Meh. You know, I really wanted that one. I'm not counting it out entirely, but I'm sure as heck not counting on it, either.

On the other hand, I hadn't heard anything from the other job I interviewed for, until I was in mid-sulk this afternoon and got an email asking me to come in for a second interview. Which means a) that interview did go as well as I thought, and b) I didn't bomb the copyeditor test the way I thought I had! It was crazy hard; I swear I was making up rules of grammar by the end. But that's something.

Other than that, today was devoted to rearranging the...well, almost the whole apartment. We bought some new shelf units, and decided to move around...not quite everything, but most of it. We finally got an actual media center, so we can get our coffee table back! (The TV has been sitting on it for the last year, which meant we'd been using a tiny fold-up table to pile all our stuff on instead.) I moved my books from a small, overflowing shelf, to a larger, perfectly sized one (and pulled out some books to get rid of, more on that in a moment) and cleaned up my DVDs and whatnot; after a few hours of work, everything is looking lovely.

About the books: does anyone know of anywhere in the city looking for donations or anything like that, cheap? We have a couple crates of them and obviously don't want to throw them out, so... Any suggestions would be welcome.

And as general questions go, here's one; does anyone know if there's a Newsies mood theme created anywhere? Or want to make one? :D

Today was pretty nice. Work was... work, but it was a good day, because it was me, A, and Quagmire (his choice of nickname, not mine; I'm not a Family Guy fan) all day. Which is always fun. (Sunshine gave his two weeks yesterday, though, sniffsniff.) There were a few cranky customers, but no one that bad. And then Caroline's birthday came in!

That was fun. I got to see Caroline, Jess, Margot, and Jen on my (short) break (as well as some very nice people I hadn't met before). Jen had to leave (sniff!!) but after work, I met up with them for drinks/dinner/desert, all of which was mostly just to hang out and talk. So that was pretty awesome. And now bed, because I'm getting up for brunch with Rachel tomorrow.

Gosh, aren't you just fascinated by my daily life?

So I finally gave in and got a new phone. I've needed one for awhile, but put it off because I'm poor and the peanut phone wasn't actually dead, but now it's dying and I'm employed, so. I spent a wee bit more than I had planned to, though not as much as they'd have liked me to, and it's blue and flips and has features which are exciting to me but probably no one else, because everyone else already has them.

Anyway, the upshot is that I went from having 40-ish contacts that I rarely used to 12 contacts, which I plan (or hope) to use. If you are (ahem) my parents, Rachel, Margot, Jess, Jen, Matt, Dan, Noelle, Sam, Phil, Sarah, or my job, I still have your number, and I'm reasonably sure it's correct. If you are not on that list and think I should have your number, you should leave your number in a comment. They're screened for your privacy. (Also, if you want my number and don't have it, let me know.)

Reasons today was good...

#1: I bought a Derek Jeter calendar. Yay Derek Jeter!

#2: Mom and I went to see Casanova on a whim, enjoying my last little bit of admission-free movie time. And we were both very pleasantly surprised--it was much better than expected. Genuinely amusing and charming. And Heath Ledger is dreeeeamy, even with a pony-tail.

#3: Noelle! She was in town for, like, an hour, and stopped by the movie theater to chat. I haven't seen her since August! Yay!

So it was a good day. Aaaand, tomorrow is my last day of work. That should be good, too.

My house - or at least, my room, as I haven't gone looking yet - seems to be caught in a blackout. However, as I have a laptop and dialup internet, it doesn't effect me too terribly much.

I suppose I should go try and figure out what's going on.

To counteract for my whiny entry a few nights ago, ( things which are going well. )

Some of those things aren't as major as others, but overall, I'm doing better than I was several days ago.

kat_the_frog, dude, when are you done with your million days of work in a row? Matt Damon awaits us. Give me a call. (7847)

It's July! There are many reasons to love this month:

1: Growing up, it was the first month of actual vacation, as most schools in NY don't get out until the last week of June.

2: My birthday. Duh.

3: Harry Potter will be out the day after my birthday.

4: Leah is (potentially) coming to visit.

5: Fireworks on the fourth (or, if you live in Ithaca, the first or second).

6: ...July!

Okay, mostly because my birthday is in two weeks. So sue me.

Books, baseball game (embarrassing day to be a Yankees fan, longer post on baseball_chicks), talk with Margot, phone call from Regal (I start next week), reading, overanalyzing Bravo countdowns (why is Wonder Woman a Vixen and not a Super Hero?), watching some Daria movie on TV (isn't this how Leah and I became friends?), trip to Wegmans.

My life is thrilling.

I would really like to stop having these semi-screwed up dreams. Particularly because my dreams are, more often than not, not at all subtle and I can see exactly what's bothering me in them. Which you'd think would be nice but is, in fact, quite disconcerting.

However, last night's dream did involve Damon Albarn. That part escaped me. The rest I got and wish would go away.

Meanwhile, I've fallen into a fairly nice schedule. I get up at a 'decent' hour (anywhere between 11 and 2) and sign online for an hour or so to check email, read the NY Times, etc, and then go run laundry/clean something/read. I also went to Wegmans yesterday, which was like sensory overload after shopping at Victory for two years. Mom and Dad have agreed to let me shop for myself while I'm home so I don't fall into my usual eating patterns of, um, not eating. Because I eat much better when i have more control over it, and in this case, that requires doing my own shopping. Also, it gets me out of the house.

Anyway, Wegmans remains humanity's greatest innovation, and I ran into kat_the_frog, which was so exciting I began throwing produce around. Well, by accident. And I didn't hit anyone, so it worked out.

But, given the spoils of my shopping trip, I think I shall go make a grilled seitan sandwhich with tomato. Man, that sounds yummy.

Mmmmm. Wegmans.

So in order to keep myself from breaking down and sobbing every time I hear a song on the radion (Oh, some crappy a capella group covered that at one of the Boris' coffeehouses...), flip channels (Don't even talk to me about Boy Meets World right now...) or look at any of my stuff (Norbert! He's all lonely! Sob!) because I'm not at Brandeis and my friends are all far, far away, in the last 24 hours I have:

1) Updated my resume
2) Cleaned my parents' kitchen--including doing all of the dishes, cleaning out the fridge (both its contents and scrubbing it), and mopping
3) Contacted Regal so they know I want to work this summer and can start whenever
4) Printed out and began editing chapter three of my novel
5) Re-read half of Almost Like Being In Love, which my Dad kindly bought for me, because it makes me very, very happy. True love does conquer all.

Tomorrow, I plan to
1) Find at least five jobs to which I can apply
2) Write at least one cover letter
3) Finish editing chapter 3
4) Do some actual writing

So far, so good. We'll see how long I can keep myself busy before reality sets in.

(ETA, because I am so very smrt, though only a limited number of people will care: I also spent a few hours putting together a highly organized recs page. Newsies fandom. Did I even have to say that last part?)

Hm. There are things I should be doing. Right now I should get up, shower, walk up to campus, return my last library books, turn in my mail key, come home and start working on getting my room organized enough to pack.

But I'd really rather just lie here in bed. Well, whatever.

To be added to as the evening goes on, certainly.

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Have I mentioned yet my insane incredible love of Brad Bird? *heart!*
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I'm looking through journalism job listings, and is it wrong that I'm giggling at the listing of "Fact Writer" for Fox News?
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I don't know if I'd mentioned this yet, but with the adition of my internship to my schedule, I basically have a forty hour work week--9 hours of classes, 9 hours of internship (plus unknown amount of time, at least an hour, with my advisor), 9 hours of work at the library, 10 hours of Boris'. And while Boris', at least, is voluntary, the fact is that I'm avoiding senioritis because I just don't have the goddamn time for it. (My internship bosses keep joking about how they're preparing me for the real world. Thanks. I need that prep. And coffee. Lots of coffee.)
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I'm so not ready for classes to start again. Can't I have another couple days? Please?
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BTW, fandom people, I've gotten to work on posting EYDW over at the Refuge, so if you've been looking for an excuse to read it... *cough* Also, if you haven't indulged me and Leah yet by reading the V-Tones, we'd really appeciate that. You know. If you feel like it.

Today was, I think, the best day I've had in awhile.

1) I slept until 2:30 and lounged around in bed with my computer for another two hours.
2) I played something like 45 levels of the mummy game and rock at it.
3) Hung out with the suitemates plus Dan, finally forced Phil to watch Labryrinth, random other movies
4) On an impulse, ran out with Leah to rent A Life Less Ordinary, and had Margot over to watch it
5) Got interrupted by Phil, and did a Wendy's run (even though the bastards forgot my fries)
6) Continued to watch the movie and Mike dropped by (turns out, Mike has an LJ)
7) Gus, visitng from Washington, dropped by. Gus! I love Gus!

"Pidgen! Pidgen!"
"What does that accomplish?"
"It freaks other people in the room the fuck out?"
"It's great!"
"It's... not a game so much as just yelling. 'Pidgen!'"
"Did I mention this game was invented by my friend Raptor?"

And... damn, this is a good movie. I should own it. (The quote was, notably, not from the movie.)

(Unrelated, last night Dan and I watched Shaun of the Dead, and though it was a bit gross in a few places, I enjoyed it a lot. Much more than expected, even with it having been talked up to me. Possibly this is because it featured Lucy Davis [Dawn from The Office] in a major supporting role, and I was right, that was a cameo by Martin Freeman with a really terrible haircut. Huzzah!)

Thank you for the support, everyone. I'm pretty much okay with the rejection... You know, not thrilled, but I've managed to come out of it with a pretty good idea of my weaknesses as a student/potential employee, and hopefully can begin to correct problems. So that's a silver lining I'm desperately trying to see.

Also, to be spiteful for a minute, any time I've whined in here about hating morning DJs, I should mention, was in direct reference to the morning show of the guy who interviewed me. Who was very nice, and I definitely wanted the internship anyway, but yeah. Prank phone calls just aren't that funny, especially not at seven in the morning.

( long, boring events of the day, cut because no one cares )

Housing = very good
School = very bad
Me = exhausted and sick
Outlook = kind of dismal for the day

Bored bored bored bored bored.

My next class doesn't start for 45 minutes, and I'm eating lunch, but no one I know is in Usdan anywhere so I'm doing it up by the old, out of date, poor abused iMacs upstairs. (These computers need some lovin', I'm telling you.) But the only one at a normal height with a chair is taken, so I'm standing up and typing while attempting to eat my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Yum.

(I finally went shopping last night, thanks to Leah and her brilliant "how about you buy some food so you don't starve to death or OD on pasta" ideas, and thus have bread. Which means I can actually make sandwhiches, which is way more exciting than it should be. This is the first time all semester I've had food in my apartment!)

I must say, the snow storm thing? Severely overhyped. Rachel and I drove through it yesterday and that sucked, and then when we got back here I was immediately warned that the Wost Storm Ever was going to strike by 6 annd drop enough snow to cancel classes. And then? The temperature rose 10 degrees and nary a flake fell until after 3 AM. We've probably got about an inch now, which is a far cry from the 12 to 14 inches we were supposed to get. But really, I'm okay with that; no classes would be nice, but I'd actually rather have classes and not have to slog through foot and a half snow drifts to get to them for the next three weeks.

And speaking of Rachel, YAY!!! I get to be smug, because I kept telling her grad schools would give her love, and lo and behold she's been accepted at NYU. Ha HA.

And speaking of slogging to classes, I was waiting to cross the street to get to them this morning and the BranVan pulled over to pick me up. I wasn't at a stop and hadn't called for it, but it picked me up anyway. It's never, ever done that before. And that? Rules. I made it to class on time (which I wouldn't have walking) AND didn't have to deal with the cold.

Ummmm... other things to kill time writing about...

Nothing springs to mind.

Drat.

I suppose I should finish lunch, then.

Mmmmm... Peanut butter and jelly....