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I have a job interview later today at Powell's. I'm freaking out. I really want this job. It's POWELL'S! And, like, my interview clothes suck, and I woke up with these huge, hideous, swollen bites all up and down my forearm. I hate this house. There is no rhyme or reason to the bizarre bug bites I seem to get.
Anyway, I need to run over to Old Navy, I think, and exchange my gray skirt for a black one. I wish I could have found something in khaki... Shopping is hard, man. And I also have some ironing to do.
But besides the inevitable and occasionally overwhelming job drama, life has been okay. I'm sitting here, doing some laundry, drinking some coffee, and basking in the glow of make-up that arrived for me via USPS this morning. It all seems pretty satisfactory, especially for only a dollar each, and the lip gloss smells like grape soda. Yum! Now I just have to wait for: Kristi's tee, bill money from Kristi, Sarah, and Laura, shipping payment from Sarah, a deposit return check from Ducks Village, and my final gas bill, among other things. The money better get here soon -- I'm too poor to go it alone.
I also recently Tivo'd "Jesus Christ Superstar", which excites me more than it probably should. Seriously, guys -- it's the best musical ever. And I'm speaking from the position of someone who has Tivo'd every musical on digital cable for the past month. Also good? "Cabaret", "Hair", and "Little Shop of Horrors". Was disappointed by the suck that was "Phantom of the Opera". And I'm still terribly bitter about the cancellation of Ted Neeley's "JC Superstar" farewell tour last winter. Wish Kristi were here to watch it with me -- there's something we never got around to, in the two years we pretty much lived together. Sad, sad.
Really, these bites itch like a mother. Gah!
In other news, have now met all the significant members of Rian's Familie, and apparently we are all in agreement that we all like each other very much. Which is good! However, I was shocked by one thing -- I've never known people with such consistently well-behaved animals before. Honestly, I'm in love with every single dog I've met in the last few days. Like, his sister's Dachshund blows Blindy out of the water, Brittany! It only snarled at me twice! And I have now solidly decided to get a Golden Retriever someday -- they're so goddamn friendly. How can anyone resist? Golden Retrievers should consider overtaking the Bald Eagle as America's mascot.
Let's see, what else? Dad is headed to Vegas for a few days for a friend's re-wedding, and his costume (for the wedding is themed) is fabulous. I can't wait to see photos -- I don't think my dad is aware that the easiest way to gain my respect is with a good party costume. Green faux-alligator shoes, guys! It's fantastic.
And Matt will be coming back from Thailand on Wednesday, which is also the Fourth of July. I have to find plans, as most of the family will be gone or in various states of dead-asleep by midnight, but we'll see what happens. I'm not a big Fourth fan anyway, but I'd love to go out and watch fireworks with friends for once, rather than just sitting around home and setting off a few cracklers in the street.
I guess there's a contest on to see which Springfield, USA should host the premiere of "The Simpsons" movie. Clearly, it should be Springfield, Oregon, if only for the glory of big stars being forced to hang out at Gateway Mall, but who knows? Either way, I won't be in town, so no fun there.
Speaking of the Eugene-Springfield area, I need to call up my future landlord and see if he actually reserved us a spot at Club Mill. Because if he didn't... um... we're screwed.
Anyway, I need to run over to Old Navy, I think, and exchange my gray skirt for a black one. I wish I could have found something in khaki... Shopping is hard, man. And I also have some ironing to do.
But besides the inevitable and occasionally overwhelming job drama, life has been okay. I'm sitting here, doing some laundry, drinking some coffee, and basking in the glow of make-up that arrived for me via USPS this morning. It all seems pretty satisfactory, especially for only a dollar each, and the lip gloss smells like grape soda. Yum! Now I just have to wait for: Kristi's tee, bill money from Kristi, Sarah, and Laura, shipping payment from Sarah, a deposit return check from Ducks Village, and my final gas bill, among other things. The money better get here soon -- I'm too poor to go it alone.
I also recently Tivo'd "Jesus Christ Superstar", which excites me more than it probably should. Seriously, guys -- it's the best musical ever. And I'm speaking from the position of someone who has Tivo'd every musical on digital cable for the past month. Also good? "Cabaret", "Hair", and "Little Shop of Horrors". Was disappointed by the suck that was "Phantom of the Opera". And I'm still terribly bitter about the cancellation of Ted Neeley's "JC Superstar" farewell tour last winter. Wish Kristi were here to watch it with me -- there's something we never got around to, in the two years we pretty much lived together. Sad, sad.
Really, these bites itch like a mother. Gah!
In other news, have now met all the significant members of Rian's Familie, and apparently we are all in agreement that we all like each other very much. Which is good! However, I was shocked by one thing -- I've never known people with such consistently well-behaved animals before. Honestly, I'm in love with every single dog I've met in the last few days. Like, his sister's Dachshund blows Blindy out of the water, Brittany! It only snarled at me twice! And I have now solidly decided to get a Golden Retriever someday -- they're so goddamn friendly. How can anyone resist? Golden Retrievers should consider overtaking the Bald Eagle as America's mascot.
Let's see, what else? Dad is headed to Vegas for a few days for a friend's re-wedding, and his costume (for the wedding is themed) is fabulous. I can't wait to see photos -- I don't think my dad is aware that the easiest way to gain my respect is with a good party costume. Green faux-alligator shoes, guys! It's fantastic.
And Matt will be coming back from Thailand on Wednesday, which is also the Fourth of July. I have to find plans, as most of the family will be gone or in various states of dead-asleep by midnight, but we'll see what happens. I'm not a big Fourth fan anyway, but I'd love to go out and watch fireworks with friends for once, rather than just sitting around home and setting off a few cracklers in the street.
I guess there's a contest on to see which Springfield, USA should host the premiere of "The Simpsons" movie. Clearly, it should be Springfield, Oregon, if only for the glory of big stars being forced to hang out at Gateway Mall, but who knows? Either way, I won't be in town, so no fun there.
Speaking of the Eugene-Springfield area, I need to call up my future landlord and see if he actually reserved us a spot at Club Mill. Because if he didn't... um... we're screwed.