Howdy, y'all.
It's good to be back, but it's only temporary. Things are even more of a mess than before, if that's possible...it's going to be such a long road back to anything resembling stability. This really sucks. This is not where I want to be, and it's been so hard to swallow that it's where I am. I'm not moving forward at all. It's very discouraging.
At the same time, I have at least two people who are kicking me in the ass and pushing me so hard to make me get better. I love them dearly for it; they're making me call places where I can get help, and it seems like something might work itself out that way. It's so great that I have a plan and a place to go, now. I love that.
I was in Boston for two weeks and it was pretty rough. I had an interview with a museum, but it didn't go well. I neglected to call back two places that called and wanted to interview me; they weren't career-type jobs, but still, I should have called. I went to look at apartments, and the people showing them treated me with condescension and pity. It was also extremely disheartening to not have an address to put down on job applications. I filled out & dropped off some, but I still have two or three half-complete ones.
I did, however, follow the Bruins a bit; dear God, they're worse than ever. Please stop sucking, Bruins. They had two home games while I was there, and I almost went to one of them, before thinking better of it. And tonight I checked out the website, so that I can now give you a partial list of Bruins players with bad hair:
-PJ Axelsson: you have to see his hair to believe it. Go to bostonbruins.com right now; you won't regret it. It's sort of beehivey and downy looking. If Barbara Gordon of TV's Batman had played hockey, she may have chosen this 'do.
-Joe Thornton: remember when he was a rookie, and it looked like maybe he was going through a serious Zeppelin phase or something? And it was okay, because many teenagers go through embarrassing Zeppelin phases that cause them to mislabel things as "so deep, man" and sport bad haircuts. But I have no explanation for what's going on with his hair now. He makes over $6 million a year, and he leaves the house looking like that? The hell!?
-Hannu Toivonen: I hope I spelled that right. He has scarecrow-looking, shapeless, moppy hair. I'm not describing this well, am I? Anyway, he needs a haircut.
-Alexei Zhamnov and Dave Scatchard appear to have combovers or comb-forwards or something.
-Andrew Alberts maybe had a bad case of helmet hair or something when they photographed him. One side is all static-y looking, and the other side is normal.
-Is that a mullet on Milan Jurcina?
I suppose that picking on hockey players for having bad hair is about as sporting as shooting fish in a barrel. But I'm not only a shallow, frigid bitch, I'm also sick of being a Bruins fan. It's a bit like my eating disorder; I know that it could give me a heart attack and kill me, but I can't shake the damn thing. I've tried singing the Habs song (I don't know what it's called; it's the "Ah, oui! Les Canadiens..." one) to myself, and listening to Montreal radio online, but it's not working. I am still a Bruins fan, in spite of everything. I hate myself
Boston itself was kind of rough. People there can tend to be rude. I saw a lot of interesting stuff:
-seriously bad driving (backing down streets, left turns on red)
-the make way for ducklings statues in the park
-a guy who looked like Denis Leary-- I found out later he was in town around the time, for Comics Come Home. Is he really short? This guy was short. Anyway, I used to be a wicked fan of his, and then I had these stoner roommates who sang the "asshole" song whenever they were high (read: all night long). Now I kind of want to kick him in the shins. Maybe it's best that I didn't know he was in town, eh?
-so many BMWs. Wasn't there a working class in Boston, once upon a time?
-an article about crumbling chimneys on Beacon Hill, and the risks posed by their falling bricks. This is my new "stupid way to die" fear. I have a long-standing fear that I will die in some incredibly stupid way. Like, a coconut will fall on my head, or I'll be attacked by a rabbit like Jimmy Carter that one time, and I'll DIE and most of my family will be like "Oh my god, how humiliating. We cannot put this in the obituary." But then my sister will say "No! She's my big sister and I know her best! She would want future history majors to know how she died, so that they could write better, more complete papers about mortality in early 21st century New England!" And she would totally carry the day, and my poor, dead self would be snickered at for years to come.
-this one homeless guy who called me "adidas girl" because of my track pants. The exchange I had with him ("Hey adidas girl! How's it going?" "Good, how are you?" "Right on!") was the closest I came to making a friend while there.
-the comics in the globe and herald. I was very disappointed, because neither carries Mary Worth, Rex Morgan, Spider-Man, or other delightful funny pages classics. Bastards! The Herald does have Brenda Starr and The Phantom, though, so I guess all hope's not lost for soapy strips in the Boston area.
There's more but I can't really think straight right now.
FBOFW: I think the "April's acne" storyline is a direct response to the April's Real Blog site. I mean, Johnston was probably all "stop hijacking my character!" and decided to make it hard to re-interpret April's actions. Or maybe I'm a paranoid conspiracy-theorist type. It's kind of a stupid plotline, and I wish it would go away. I was pleased to see Connie and Elly talk about Liz, until it verged into Bio Clock Talk. Christ, not every woman wants to or should have kids. Could they fucking get over this, please? Auggh.
I'm leaving here tomorrow in the AM and not sure when I can post again. This place has delightful high-speed internet and I'm jealous. I ate a bean burrito for dinner, which I will regret later on, I'm sure, and I want to see the new Harry Potter tonight.
Dude, Anaheim traded Fedorov. I did not see that coming.
At the same time, I have at least two people who are kicking me in the ass and pushing me so hard to make me get better. I love them dearly for it; they're making me call places where I can get help, and it seems like something might work itself out that way. It's so great that I have a plan and a place to go, now. I love that.
I was in Boston for two weeks and it was pretty rough. I had an interview with a museum, but it didn't go well. I neglected to call back two places that called and wanted to interview me; they weren't career-type jobs, but still, I should have called. I went to look at apartments, and the people showing them treated me with condescension and pity. It was also extremely disheartening to not have an address to put down on job applications. I filled out & dropped off some, but I still have two or three half-complete ones.
I did, however, follow the Bruins a bit; dear God, they're worse than ever. Please stop sucking, Bruins. They had two home games while I was there, and I almost went to one of them, before thinking better of it. And tonight I checked out the website, so that I can now give you a partial list of Bruins players with bad hair:
-PJ Axelsson: you have to see his hair to believe it. Go to bostonbruins.com right now; you won't regret it. It's sort of beehivey and downy looking. If Barbara Gordon of TV's Batman had played hockey, she may have chosen this 'do.
-Joe Thornton: remember when he was a rookie, and it looked like maybe he was going through a serious Zeppelin phase or something? And it was okay, because many teenagers go through embarrassing Zeppelin phases that cause them to mislabel things as "so deep, man" and sport bad haircuts. But I have no explanation for what's going on with his hair now. He makes over $6 million a year, and he leaves the house looking like that? The hell!?
-Hannu Toivonen: I hope I spelled that right. He has scarecrow-looking, shapeless, moppy hair. I'm not describing this well, am I? Anyway, he needs a haircut.
-Alexei Zhamnov and Dave Scatchard appear to have combovers or comb-forwards or something.
-Andrew Alberts maybe had a bad case of helmet hair or something when they photographed him. One side is all static-y looking, and the other side is normal.
-Is that a mullet on Milan Jurcina?
I suppose that picking on hockey players for having bad hair is about as sporting as shooting fish in a barrel. But I'm not only a shallow, frigid bitch, I'm also sick of being a Bruins fan. It's a bit like my eating disorder; I know that it could give me a heart attack and kill me, but I can't shake the damn thing. I've tried singing the Habs song (I don't know what it's called; it's the "Ah, oui! Les Canadiens..." one) to myself, and listening to Montreal radio online, but it's not working. I am still a Bruins fan, in spite of everything. I hate myself
Boston itself was kind of rough. People there can tend to be rude. I saw a lot of interesting stuff:
-seriously bad driving (backing down streets, left turns on red)
-the make way for ducklings statues in the park
-a guy who looked like Denis Leary-- I found out later he was in town around the time, for Comics Come Home. Is he really short? This guy was short. Anyway, I used to be a wicked fan of his, and then I had these stoner roommates who sang the "asshole" song whenever they were high (read: all night long). Now I kind of want to kick him in the shins. Maybe it's best that I didn't know he was in town, eh?
-so many BMWs. Wasn't there a working class in Boston, once upon a time?
-an article about crumbling chimneys on Beacon Hill, and the risks posed by their falling bricks. This is my new "stupid way to die" fear. I have a long-standing fear that I will die in some incredibly stupid way. Like, a coconut will fall on my head, or I'll be attacked by a rabbit like Jimmy Carter that one time, and I'll DIE and most of my family will be like "Oh my god, how humiliating. We cannot put this in the obituary." But then my sister will say "No! She's my big sister and I know her best! She would want future history majors to know how she died, so that they could write better, more complete papers about mortality in early 21st century New England!" And she would totally carry the day, and my poor, dead self would be snickered at for years to come.
-this one homeless guy who called me "adidas girl" because of my track pants. The exchange I had with him ("Hey adidas girl! How's it going?" "Good, how are you?" "Right on!") was the closest I came to making a friend while there.
-the comics in the globe and herald. I was very disappointed, because neither carries Mary Worth, Rex Morgan, Spider-Man, or other delightful funny pages classics. Bastards! The Herald does have Brenda Starr and The Phantom, though, so I guess all hope's not lost for soapy strips in the Boston area.
There's more but I can't really think straight right now.
FBOFW: I think the "April's acne" storyline is a direct response to the April's Real Blog site. I mean, Johnston was probably all "stop hijacking my character!" and decided to make it hard to re-interpret April's actions. Or maybe I'm a paranoid conspiracy-theorist type. It's kind of a stupid plotline, and I wish it would go away. I was pleased to see Connie and Elly talk about Liz, until it verged into Bio Clock Talk. Christ, not every woman wants to or should have kids. Could they fucking get over this, please? Auggh.
I'm leaving here tomorrow in the AM and not sure when I can post again. This place has delightful high-speed internet and I'm jealous. I ate a bean burrito for dinner, which I will regret later on, I'm sure, and I want to see the new Harry Potter tonight.
Dude, Anaheim traded Fedorov. I did not see that coming.