Well, livejournal, it looks like you're still my bestie.
I dunno, I don't feel right positing notes to facebook and my blog is so so broken. It's pretty shameful. And beyond that, I don't know that I want my blog to be super personal, this was my day kind of stuff. I guess it could be, but this feels more like... a journal. I guess old habits die hard. I write a lot in a notebook, not lengthy compositions but my top thoughts for the day and usually LISTS. i relearned cursive and now have beautimous handwriting. I'm sure Omi would be proud. I'm sure she'd be proud in general, because I landed a great new job in my chosen field (librarian) and today was my first day. I am of course on information overload, but everyone was very kind, and my coworkers took me out to lunch and put daisies on my desk to welcome me. I know that they really liked the girl who I am replacing, so I deeply appreciate their efforts to be kind. I feel awkward because I'm just kind of awkward and it's always a transitional phase anyway. I have moments of self doubt but I set those aside, because there's no point in forecasting failure when there's no real reason to believe it will come to pass. I do look forward to feeling more confident and actually knowing how to do my job well, because I really did at my old (deeply awesome, but part time) job at the public library. Much better way to pass the time, if I do say so myself.
Rambling. Have multiple flesh wounds thanks to the cat trying to discipline the pit bull. From the cat, mind you, who would not stop violently attacking the dog I was having to restrain from murdering her (who was not interested in murdering her before the assault began). Now to write a five page paper due at midnight. HAR HAR full time job and two grad classes, I'm just sort of beyond any kind of realistic comprehension of how bullshitty the next while in my life will be in terms of too much to do and have moved on to laughing idiotically.
Rambling. Have multiple flesh wounds thanks to the cat trying to discipline the pit bull. From the cat, mind you, who would not stop violently attacking the dog I was having to restrain from murdering her (who was not interested in murdering her before the assault began). Now to write a five page paper due at midnight. HAR HAR full time job and two grad classes, I'm just sort of beyond any kind of realistic comprehension of how bullshitty the next while in my life will be in terms of too much to do and have moved on to laughing idiotically.