By the way you look fantastic in your boots of Chinese plastic
Which is an awesome new song by the Pretenders, and let's all just dance around in happy about that. Because sometimes, you just need a little dancing around in happy.
Quick and dirty update - no gnus is, well, no gnus. And I haven't any. Still looking for a job. We'll just see how it goes. I made not quite $100 last week on transcription (after I take what's probably taxes out). Um. So that's going to have to get better.
Irritating neighbors news - I was kept awake Saturday night by stupid drunk kids screaming epithets outside my apartment in the alley. They wandered around for about an hour, leaving and coming back, and some guy named Simon kept shouting "fuck" at the top of his lungs, and "fucking bitch" and all sorts of fun, angry times. I did end up calling the police, but not the emergency number, as no one seemed to be dying. I'm not sure the police ended up coming by. I never saw lights or heard sirens, although there was a car alarm out on the Ave that went off I think at least seven different times. It may have been these kids who kept setting it off. I didn't open the curtains, because I didn't want them to see me, they sounded like they were just congregating right behind the building. And do you know why? Because one of those stupid, drunk kids who has the vocabulary and intelligence of a slime mold lives in this building. They started going in and out, and talking loudly and drunkenly on the back steps while they smoked. I really wanted a giant thumb to come out of Monty Python land and smush them. Their conversation was less than scintillating. And in all honesty, they totally deserve to be eaten by zombies. Where is sweet zombie Jesus when you need him? So I didn't get to sleep until after 3 am, because that's when they finally even got bored with themselves and went inside. Stupid kids. Get Off My Porch! I'm really not kidding.
I did try a yoga class yesterday with a friend. It was an introductory course, it runs six weeks. But l'd be missing next week, and maybe one other, depending. So I might not truly start that up until January, but it was interesting, and the teacher was extremely nice and laid back about things, and the poses were all relatively familiar- at least so far - from dance warm ups. I think it would be good for me, because it would focus on not just stretching but relaxing and maybe I'd get some more flexibility and strength, and joy of all joys, stress reduction. We'll see. I honestly can't afford it right now at all, so the one drop-in class may be it until jobness happens.
And I have to say, the woman running the counter where you sign up was completely unable to handle the people. And I don't mean there were screaming hordes. There were probably 10 to 15 quiet, mannerly, slightly nervous people lined up to try this class out. There weren't enough new student forms, which, OK, that happens, but the woman who was taking the money had on her "I'm ignoring the hordes" blank face, and seemed completely unconcerned that we were milling around, uncertain but ready to hand her our money. She took people out of order, refused to look anyone in the face, and appeared to be just sitting there several times. If I were an irritable person, I'd probably have gotten offended. Me, I just thought, wow, are you incompetent at being a receptionist type. Maybe they should hire me. Only I bet they can't offer 40 hours, benefits, and the pay is probably for crap.
Not that I'm doing better on my own, here.
Anyway, I'm glad I took the class, and I'm glad I got to go with a friend for the first one. I wish they didn't use incense, although it wasn't overpowering and it was probably coming from the massage rooms. But I really hate incense. Everyone seemed really nice, though, and the instructor was informative and informal and said she likes people to laugh and have fun in her class, not to just be all "This R Srs Yoga. I R Srs Yogi Bear'. Which would kind of be funny, but not in a good way. I would consider going back to that studio. And it is only down the block from my dance studio, so it's very convenient.
But not next weekend. Next weekend I'm in Portland for Orycon. That's far more important at this point. Yay, Orycon! There will be boogieing there. I'm all about the boogie, regardless of my sad, jobless state. That reminds me, gotta set up cat-sitting and inform the dance studio that I won't be cleaning next weekend, either. Off to clean up around my own place, send out a few more resumes, and get some writing done. Wish me luck on many fronts.
Quick and dirty update - no gnus is, well, no gnus. And I haven't any. Still looking for a job. We'll just see how it goes. I made not quite $100 last week on transcription (after I take what's probably taxes out). Um. So that's going to have to get better.
Irritating neighbors news - I was kept awake Saturday night by stupid drunk kids screaming epithets outside my apartment in the alley. They wandered around for about an hour, leaving and coming back, and some guy named Simon kept shouting "fuck" at the top of his lungs, and "fucking bitch" and all sorts of fun, angry times. I did end up calling the police, but not the emergency number, as no one seemed to be dying. I'm not sure the police ended up coming by. I never saw lights or heard sirens, although there was a car alarm out on the Ave that went off I think at least seven different times. It may have been these kids who kept setting it off. I didn't open the curtains, because I didn't want them to see me, they sounded like they were just congregating right behind the building. And do you know why? Because one of those stupid, drunk kids who has the vocabulary and intelligence of a slime mold lives in this building. They started going in and out, and talking loudly and drunkenly on the back steps while they smoked. I really wanted a giant thumb to come out of Monty Python land and smush them. Their conversation was less than scintillating. And in all honesty, they totally deserve to be eaten by zombies. Where is sweet zombie Jesus when you need him? So I didn't get to sleep until after 3 am, because that's when they finally even got bored with themselves and went inside. Stupid kids. Get Off My Porch! I'm really not kidding.
I did try a yoga class yesterday with a friend. It was an introductory course, it runs six weeks. But l'd be missing next week, and maybe one other, depending. So I might not truly start that up until January, but it was interesting, and the teacher was extremely nice and laid back about things, and the poses were all relatively familiar- at least so far - from dance warm ups. I think it would be good for me, because it would focus on not just stretching but relaxing and maybe I'd get some more flexibility and strength, and joy of all joys, stress reduction. We'll see. I honestly can't afford it right now at all, so the one drop-in class may be it until jobness happens.
And I have to say, the woman running the counter where you sign up was completely unable to handle the people. And I don't mean there were screaming hordes. There were probably 10 to 15 quiet, mannerly, slightly nervous people lined up to try this class out. There weren't enough new student forms, which, OK, that happens, but the woman who was taking the money had on her "I'm ignoring the hordes" blank face, and seemed completely unconcerned that we were milling around, uncertain but ready to hand her our money. She took people out of order, refused to look anyone in the face, and appeared to be just sitting there several times. If I were an irritable person, I'd probably have gotten offended. Me, I just thought, wow, are you incompetent at being a receptionist type. Maybe they should hire me. Only I bet they can't offer 40 hours, benefits, and the pay is probably for crap.
Not that I'm doing better on my own, here.
Anyway, I'm glad I took the class, and I'm glad I got to go with a friend for the first one. I wish they didn't use incense, although it wasn't overpowering and it was probably coming from the massage rooms. But I really hate incense. Everyone seemed really nice, though, and the instructor was informative and informal and said she likes people to laugh and have fun in her class, not to just be all "This R Srs Yoga. I R Srs Yogi Bear'. Which would kind of be funny, but not in a good way. I would consider going back to that studio. And it is only down the block from my dance studio, so it's very convenient.
But not next weekend. Next weekend I'm in Portland for Orycon. That's far more important at this point. Yay, Orycon! There will be boogieing there. I'm all about the boogie, regardless of my sad, jobless state. That reminds me, gotta set up cat-sitting and inform the dance studio that I won't be cleaning next weekend, either. Off to clean up around my own place, send out a few more resumes, and get some writing done. Wish me luck on many fronts.