The goings on
Well, I've gotten it into my head to write an update, although what I'm going to write is, at this point, still a mystery. That's not to say there's not stuff going on around here -- as always, I'm busy, and somewhat fulfilled by life. There's not much *new* to report, but an update is an update, so here we go.
Rochelle quit about three weeks ago, leaving the hotel AGM-less. I've applied for the position, but the ranking members are shuffling their feet in an attempt to deny me sleep for the worrying. It's not working (I deny myself sleep for the reading webcomics and fanfiction anyway), so I don't really know what the waiting is for.
I've had a brief email correspondence with one of the Lost Boys, Brandon. Although he was always important to me, I sort of lost touch with him immediately after New York, and haven't done anything to remedy that until about four nights ago. He's an adult now (no one was surprised by that but me, I'll add). He wants to do missionary work, which is commendable, but also ties into the whole "Come and be a part of my religion so you don't go to the hell that my religion created" thing, which leaves me a little wary. He's a good guy, but I don't want to get into the "just because you're queer doesn't mean you shouldn't love God" conversation, so I've tabled the correspondence for now.
Michael (my second-cousin) and I continue to write, making this the 5th longest email correspondence I've ever had. I hate to say that I love him, but I'm almost certain that I do. Maybe not that way, but then, it's me, so what do you expect? He's young, intelligent, and blonde -- what can I say? Of course, there's that "Admire-from-afar", tenuous relationship I have with the younger generation, and I'd never act on it (not until he's, say, 20, at least -- well, 18), even if we weren't vaguely related. But part of me wonders if any of the preceding is true. Am I troubled that I love him? Probably not. Just societally influenced. If Jill reads this, I'm due for a scolding, I'm sure.
The "not-smoking" thing isn't going so hot. I stop, but then I get depressed (not like the old days, but sort of touching the beginning of that feeling), and that makes me crave a smoke, which is somehow chemically linked to the life I led, and the solace of losing it, and everything else... then I rip the patch off my arm, buy a pack, which leads to another, and all of a sudden I've smoked again for a week. I keep trying, though. That's new and different, I suppose.
I've been listening to a lot of my "sad Joe" music: the Eels, for instance, and Firewater. It's not particularly healthy, given how... shaky... my moods have been lately, but it's still comforting. *Sigh*.
Oh, and it's ASS COLD around here right now. Something like 20 below, I don't know. But it's ridiculous, and cold, and my apartment isn't holding onto heat like it used to, so I'm wearing a sweatshirt, a coat, and a robe right now, and my hands are still freezing -- can't type with mittens.
So, I'm just hanging around, living paycheck to paycheck -- although if I did get the job, it'd be 35,000 a year, so we keep hoping -- and watching West Wing Season 5, which I'm ashamed to admit I kinda like. *shrugs*
There's your update. I'll write again sooner or later.
J
Rochelle quit about three weeks ago, leaving the hotel AGM-less. I've applied for the position, but the ranking members are shuffling their feet in an attempt to deny me sleep for the worrying. It's not working (I deny myself sleep for the reading webcomics and fanfiction anyway), so I don't really know what the waiting is for.
I've had a brief email correspondence with one of the Lost Boys, Brandon. Although he was always important to me, I sort of lost touch with him immediately after New York, and haven't done anything to remedy that until about four nights ago. He's an adult now (no one was surprised by that but me, I'll add). He wants to do missionary work, which is commendable, but also ties into the whole "Come and be a part of my religion so you don't go to the hell that my religion created" thing, which leaves me a little wary. He's a good guy, but I don't want to get into the "just because you're queer doesn't mean you shouldn't love God" conversation, so I've tabled the correspondence for now.
Michael (my second-cousin) and I continue to write, making this the 5th longest email correspondence I've ever had. I hate to say that I love him, but I'm almost certain that I do. Maybe not that way, but then, it's me, so what do you expect? He's young, intelligent, and blonde -- what can I say? Of course, there's that "Admire-from-afar", tenuous relationship I have with the younger generation, and I'd never act on it (not until he's, say, 20, at least -- well, 18), even if we weren't vaguely related. But part of me wonders if any of the preceding is true. Am I troubled that I love him? Probably not. Just societally influenced. If Jill reads this, I'm due for a scolding, I'm sure.
The "not-smoking" thing isn't going so hot. I stop, but then I get depressed (not like the old days, but sort of touching the beginning of that feeling), and that makes me crave a smoke, which is somehow chemically linked to the life I led, and the solace of losing it, and everything else... then I rip the patch off my arm, buy a pack, which leads to another, and all of a sudden I've smoked again for a week. I keep trying, though. That's new and different, I suppose.
I've been listening to a lot of my "sad Joe" music: the Eels, for instance, and Firewater. It's not particularly healthy, given how... shaky... my moods have been lately, but it's still comforting. *Sigh*.
Oh, and it's ASS COLD around here right now. Something like 20 below, I don't know. But it's ridiculous, and cold, and my apartment isn't holding onto heat like it used to, so I'm wearing a sweatshirt, a coat, and a robe right now, and my hands are still freezing -- can't type with mittens.
So, I'm just hanging around, living paycheck to paycheck -- although if I did get the job, it'd be 35,000 a year, so we keep hoping -- and watching West Wing Season 5, which I'm ashamed to admit I kinda like. *shrugs*
There's your update. I'll write again sooner or later.
J