Just watched an Angel episode where Lilah is building a house of sugar packets. So, there you go. Blog entry title. Unrelated to anything I am about to say. Kerplunk.
My life sucks. Well, not really. I got a new job. An office job. 8-5, Monday through Friday. Pretty damn good, right? I thought so. Except I'll have to be normal for 8 hours a day. 9 really. Including lunch. Pfft. Hard. Also I have to look for a 2nd job. I applied for a janitor job. Evenings. I hope I get it. Even though I'll be working non-stop. Whatever. I need the money. Bills.
I even thought I might get a 3rd job cleaning hotel rooms on the weekends. After Christmas, though. Since Christmas is on the weekend. Plus I want to settle into the routine of TWO jobs before I add a 3rd. Crazy. Damn modern times. And I am SO gonna pay off my debt and never do that again. Well, until I buy a house someday anyway. And, uh, some kind of college degree. Cuz everyone I know is making $20 an hour and I am making $6.75 at the moment, and $7.32 at my new job. Hey, that's nice, though. I'm moving up.
Wish I could think about art more often. It's depressing to me that Serenity didn't even make as much money as it cost to make the movie. Grr. I liked it. Besides the death of good characters thing. Grr, I say. Anyway.
I would LOVE to be poor and just be a hotel housekeeper and make enough, even if barely, to live on, and write in my spare time and make videos, etc. BUT, it doesn't make me enough to live on. Boooo. Money sure doesn't matter unless you don't have enough of it. I hate that. This site only costs $7 a month to keep up. Not bad, eh? I hope I can keep paying that. Pathetic.
I thought about putting a PayPal donation button up, but do those things ever work? I was thinking I should earn my keep. By selling my books, etc. Which might work if I'd stop giving novels away for free! No, but I'm glad I did that. I may do that for a few more books too. But not all of them. Just enough to give people a taste of my writing. All the different flavors of it. Ha. Or a few different flavors of it.
It's my day off and I am so bored. Unfortunately, I have to go to a staff meeting tomorrow at 9 a.m. Which sucks since I've already given my notice. I feel like I should get to skip those things. Yes? Don't you agree? But I'll go. It'll be over fast. Then I have to go to my new workplace and get my TB test read. Whoopie. That's a lot of work related stuff for a day off. Don't cha think? Oh well.
My plant needs to be on my bookshelf. It's on a step ladder now and it doesn't get enough sunlight. My aunt bought it for my mother when I was born, so I can't kill it! Yeeps! I won't. I'll be good. I'll just torture it until it wishes it was dead. I'll give it barely enough water and sunlight to keep it alive. I'm evil that way. Actually I think the term is "lazy". Whatever! Evil.
Computer science degree. I think - and I keep changing my mind - but I think that is what I will go for. And I wish I could fast forward to the time when I already have that degree and the good cushy job that will come from it. Except then I'd be older all of a sudden and it would scare the piss out of me. Eek! Whatever. Fine then, I'll wait. Hum dee dum....
My hand smells all metallic. What is that about? It's a sign of TB!! Just kidding. I hope. Hee.
Hey, I have a pretty chandelier. I just noticed. Huh. Whatever.Ramble ramble. Grrrrramble. I think I like high stress. Why else would my life keep being highly stressful? You know? If we shape our own reality and all. Hmm. I gotta stop that. PEACE. Gotta have peace. All in good time.
I cleaned 14 rooms in 5 1/2 hours yesterday. Pretty wild, eh? And only one person stayed to help me. What's that about? PEOPLE. He cleaned the 15th room for me, while I cleaned the 14th. See? Bugger all. I hate life. See how I got British there for a second? Or what I perceive to be British. Whatever! I gotta stop saying "whatever". It's too much!
Okay, someone just had too much caffeine. That would be me. M'Fashnik. Heh. Inside jokes. "M'Cookies". Heh. Too much television. Oh well. Damn, I'm weird. You can see how it might be hard for me to be normal ALLLL day long, right? Rough! If only I can keep my weird thoughts off my face. What are the odds of that? I'm thirsty. That's okay, just go ahead and change topics without downshifting first. You go ahead and strip the gears. See if I care. Mmmmm'Fashnik. Heh.
Yeah, I guess I'll go. I'm all stressed out anyway, and there doesn't seem to be an immediate solution to my problems. I'll just wait and see what happens next. I freakishly have TB and die. No, I freakishly have TB and get treated for it, but lose the job I can't have if I have TB, starve to death, and die. What? You don't think? Just me then? Fine. I'll go. I'll just go. Sigh. (Feel sorry for me.
. I'm such a whiner.) Later.
Chris on 11.10.05 @ 02:41 pm [link]