The Failboat Cometh.
So my anti social ways are catching up with me again, and I'm back to attempting to do more. A girl can only angst angst, woe woe for so long, and all that. I'm cooking -- no, really. -- and planning to do so every few weeks so we can eat something more than the usual crap in this house.
I also stumbled across a potential job opportunity in the form of Channel Five (ABC, the news part). A family member knows someone there, so she told me to pass on my resume and she's going to see what she can do. And as per the recommendation of someone smarter than I, I'm looking into substitute teaching. For high school. Once again, no. Really.
Then there's WGBH, they're looking for a production secretary. But I'd be full time under a fifty two week contract, and I'm not a hundred percent sure I like that when I don't know where I'll be three months from now. Then again, steady paycheck is steady. So... Maybe? Applied anyway.
Movies have been few and far in between, but they've been damn good when they've popped up (Inception, Scott Pilgrim, and The Town on the seventeenth). Television addictions are many with some newness (caught up on Weeds in time for the new season, love The Big C, finally got my hands on Sherlock, finishing playing catch up on Entourage).
Family drama is ongoing and makes me want to slit throats, and probably affecting my health more than I care to think about. I need to get busy, this rut is ridiculous. And pathetic. I want to go rollerskating again. And maybe get into roller derby. (Yes, Whip It had something to do with it, but I liked rollerskating well before that. So there.) The State of the Documentary is there is no state, but I got yelled at for saying that, and it does kill me that it never happened a little more than a little. So maybe I'll reconsider, if certain parties are still interested.
If it sounds like I'm listing everything off, this is me actually trying more to condense. And failing. There's just a lot I miss and I'm tired of missing it. And a lot that I'm banging my head against the wall over, and the blood loss is pissing me off. There's too much ruining too much, and if I don't get out of it, I'm not going to do anything worth discussing anytime soon. So, we'll see.
Also, fuck dried hibiscus flowers.
I also stumbled across a potential job opportunity in the form of Channel Five (ABC, the news part). A family member knows someone there, so she told me to pass on my resume and she's going to see what she can do. And as per the recommendation of someone smarter than I, I'm looking into substitute teaching. For high school. Once again, no. Really.
Then there's WGBH, they're looking for a production secretary. But I'd be full time under a fifty two week contract, and I'm not a hundred percent sure I like that when I don't know where I'll be three months from now. Then again, steady paycheck is steady. So... Maybe? Applied anyway.
Movies have been few and far in between, but they've been damn good when they've popped up (Inception, Scott Pilgrim, and The Town on the seventeenth). Television addictions are many with some newness (caught up on Weeds in time for the new season, love The Big C, finally got my hands on Sherlock, finishing playing catch up on Entourage).
Family drama is ongoing and makes me want to slit throats, and probably affecting my health more than I care to think about. I need to get busy, this rut is ridiculous. And pathetic. I want to go rollerskating again. And maybe get into roller derby. (Yes, Whip It had something to do with it, but I liked rollerskating well before that. So there.) The State of the Documentary is there is no state, but I got yelled at for saying that, and it does kill me that it never happened a little more than a little. So maybe I'll reconsider, if certain parties are still interested.
If it sounds like I'm listing everything off, this is me actually trying more to condense. And failing. There's just a lot I miss and I'm tired of missing it. And a lot that I'm banging my head against the wall over, and the blood loss is pissing me off. There's too much ruining too much, and if I don't get out of it, I'm not going to do anything worth discussing anytime soon. So, we'll see.
Also, fuck dried hibiscus flowers.