It's just so easy to let time pass.
Okay. Okay. I can do this. I don't know why I have to force myself. I guess it's just that the longer I wait to post about something after it first occurs to me, the less I feel like writing. But then the next time I feel the need to post about something, I feel like I can't skip over whatever I was going to say before, so I do neither because I don't feel like typing that much at the moment. I'd totally had a bunch of ranting and babbling set to go on a couple subjects but now I think I'm sticking to brief bullets as usual. And, as usual, you're probably better off this way.
- So. That Employment Thing. Long story short: I quit the filing job because I'd gone to this temp agency and they seemed to have some good opportunities. I started a temp job for Commerce bank which was ultimately a joke. I could've done the job when I was 10, I swear. Also, the corporate world creeped me out to no end and I just didn't think the temp experience was for me. I quit after two final days of literally sitting at a desk and staring at the walls for 8 hours. But unemployment was not such a good idea as my idealistic job-hunting plans quickly evaporated once I lost my reason to wake before noon, particularly as I couldn't have started searching right away even if I'd wanted to (see next bullet). I'm still in the system at the temp place but, even if I got over my dislike for the experience, I wasn't really happy with them and they may not be happy with me after my quick departure. So. I'm basically back where I was a year ago.
- So my last day at Commerce ended up being the day of my brother's surgery. See, he went for a regular checkup and they found a heart murmur and after all kinds of tests, they realized his aortic valve and/or a large chunk of the aorta was dilated. Or some such. Sooo. He had to have open heart surgery. It turned out both my sister and Aunt Mary were coming down for this (my mother had failed to mention this to me beforehand) and both my mother's car and the crappy "back-up" Corsica died that day. So my car was solely responsible for carting the four of us back and forth between here and Philadelphia (and anywhere in between) for several days. Can you stand the irony? I can't, frankly. So they cut him open. He's relatively young and healthy for this sort of thing so it went well. They thought it was this particular genetic thing, but when the doctor's opened him up, they said that didn't look to be the case. But apparently the tests that came back later say it actually probably is the case. So my mother still has yet to smuggle me in to see one of the doctors at Deborah, which may be pointless as seeing nothing wrong now doesn't mean it couldn't pop up later so who the hell knows what's going on. Also, I seem to be a heartless bitch (comparatively, at any rate [and, haha no pun intended]) and can't stand my family beyond my mother (and even she is a bit trying at times).
- Yeah, I said brief and I meant it. Those are the abbreviated versions...
- Suzie. Just wanted to thank you for Spamalot, which I received about a decade ago. Also, those cd covers are pretty damn cool. Also, I was the one who recommended the Dresden Files and I'm glad you're brother is/was? enjoying them. You should read them. Also I finished the existent books in this series by Kim Harrison. I quite enjoyed them. You might like it.
- Do a lot of people have sex around Thanksgiving? Cause I've known a bunch of people with birthdays on or right near August 24th. Do you guys know people other than Marlene with this birthday? Or is it just some weirdness focused solely on me.
- I re-read too much. Like, constantly. For example. I started this series, so far consisting of 5 medium-length books, sometime earlier in the year. Maybe in the spring? I have no idea. Well I've re-read it twice since. Granted, that's not my usual frequency, but still. That's probably abnormal, right?
- I seem to have a fictional weakness for cheeky flirts who end up having more depth than it seems at first. And they're usually blond. I don't know where this comes from.
- Two songs I've been obsessed with that make me happy:
- I uploaded pictures from July to my photobucket account aaages ago. It's my fault that the original prints are crappy. It's walmart's fault that the digital versions are somehow even crappier. The cape ones are still pretty adorable though.
- I changed my LJ layout ages ago as well. Not that it matters as you're undoubtedly reading this from your friends pages. Funny thing is, I'm still not sure I actually like the colors.
- Have you ever seen PostSecret before? It manages to be both inspirational and deeply depressing.
- Finally, I humbly beg forgiveness for being an absolutely horrid friend with incomprehensible mental problems. I do sincerely adore you all and miss you.
- Also, Suzie... Dogsitting?