Jane Austen= Luv

Apr 05, 2007 06:34


I really do wish Mother Nature would make up her mind. Tuesday it’s almost 70 degrees and today it’s 30 (although it was nice being snuggled under my covers sleeping my life away and wearing my Homer slippers). I’m ready for the warmth, damnit. Especially since the heat is not working. At all.

My mother threw out my Chinese food and forced me to go out into the world to forage for food, but it was fine in the end because some sweet soul posted three of the newest Jane Austen movies on Youtube. Sigh. I love Persuasion. I didn’t think that any version could be better than the one with Ciarán Hinds and Amanda Root, but this was pretty good too (and it had Tobias Menzies! Woot!). Read it. Watch it. Love it. Mansfield Park vexed me greatly. The acting, the costuming, the writing. It was just the blargh-iest blargh ever. But Northanger Abby was pretty sweet. I need to get a life.

But speaking of Jane Austen, the company that published the controversial, horribly written turd of a sequel to Pride and Prejudice, Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife, is hiring. And it’s pretty close to me and it’s a relatively new company. Should I? Yes, of course I should. I could turn them around and get my all friends published and go flying off to open the London Office and meet Tobias Menzies and have a torrid affair with him. And besides, a steady job will fund my upcoming projects. This will be my year. And I know I’ve said that before, but this year I am determined. This will work out. Besides, I can’t handle another year of disappointments and bitterness (especially when it could have been avoided). I don’t like to be idle and fretful. I don’t like putting every hope of happiness into the hands of others. I’ll try to make myself happy and follow my own mind. I’m usually not wrong. Damnit, I wish I were awake during another time. Being up at 5 in the morning and energized doesn’t help me a jot (oy vey-“jot”, “vexed”-too much Austen). I would love to be awake during daylight hours, during business hours so I could fax this over to Sourcebooks Inc and harass them into giving me a job. Because this year? I’m moving out. I cannot live here anymore. And I’m going to San Francisco. Alone if I have to. I had the most delightful almost-dream. I bought the ticket with my credit card and was perfectly calm and cool while my father raged at me for doing this without his consent. “I am quite determined, Father,” I said in my most Austen-ian accent. And I saw everything and was content and refreshed and in control of my own life and my own mind. Grr…

jane austen, jobs, randomness, dreams, adulthood, road trippin'

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