So, it has been a while since I have done a personal post as this blog has become the exclusive site of my WRIT371 blog posts. That ends in a few weeks and I feel the need to just get out how this semester is going.
Started out strong, wore myself out, and now I’m just waiting for the cold I have to subside. I’ve done a lot since the beginning of the semester, including the film, and I’m going to have a lot more done by December.
Including the JET program application.
It is the single most stressful thing in my life right now because it is the most important job I have ever applied for. It is the literal job of my dreams. There are so many things that require absolute perfection and the only thing that I can do now to make myself stand out to the interviewers is have perfect grammar on my personal essay. The content isn’t the main focus, though it is a focus, they just want to confirm that you have perfect grammar. I do not… have… that.
But I’ve got the resources to do it.Which is better than nothing.
So, hello everyone. I am absolutely sore right now. As I no longer work at Teletech, I’m working as a Temp doing what ever it is my agency needs me for. Yesterday I worked six hours in the sun pushing carts during a sale. Didn’t sound hard, I’ve pushed carts before. I wasn’t expecting the sun (I have a vague burn that is running my life), how hot it got (almost 68F, I’m lame I know), and that I am way more out of shape then when I last did it 10 years ago. But, things are starting to look up for me job wise. I don’t want to say anything about that much though, because then it will all go wrong.
Pushing carts was fun in it’s own way. I got to chat with a bunch of elderly people. Little old ladies who need help getting carts or loading their goods. And then old men. Oh, I love little old men, they are the best. They always seem grumpy, like I do, but you crack a joke with them and their faces light up. I’m probably an old man in a female body. That makes sense.
Onto other news, I’ve started watching what I’m eating again. Healthy foods, lots of fruit and veg. Lean meats, good grains, the works. But tonight I broke and had gizzards. Ooooo, those deep fried bits of deliciousness. My forearms are killing me, who knew you used all of those muscles to type. Lots of water, mostly water actually. I haven’t noticed any of the glowing changes that the internet says I should be seeing, but I don’t really look at myself all that often. I did finally get my housing assignment for school. Johnstone, Large Single, NO ROOMMATE! Woo! The SO was right again, that I was overthinking things. I’m going to see if I can take the COMPASS test up at FVCC instead of taking the MPLEX. It would save me the (probable) separate trip to Bozeman. I’m going to go ask in the morning, see if they can schedule me or if that’s not allowed. Who knows, we will find out! Life is full of adventure!
The realization that I am a quarter of a century old is slowly setting in. The next time I have a century party, I’ll be fifty. That’s weird to think about.
My nose and face itch. I’ve already made the mistake of scratching it once and that burned. I’m trying to keep the skin moisturized and cool but to no anvil. Away I go, see if I can score some hours of sleep before I have to go get my tires done!
So, hello everyone! Not a whole lot to say tonight, but I thought I would share tomorrow’s lunch! I am currently looking on amazon at things I don’t need (this, this, and this). Just thought I’d share lunch with you all.
Today, I decided that I was going to check on my application to MSU (Montana State, for anyone who thought they would check it out by googling it. Michigan State has the web address msu.edu.) I typed in the password and the username that I was issued to check and I couldn’t find it.
A mirror SHATTERED in my brain. Like the scene in the Labyrinth when the part ends.
Oh, I freaked out. Couldn’t find it. Raced through my old emails, looking for the receipt from when I paid my application fee, couldn’t find it the first go around. I finally found it, I went to look for the confirmation email that should have been sent when I requested the report for my ACTs. Couldn’t find it. Hurried to the ACT website, logged in (after having to request ALL of my login information again, because… ugh, it’s not one I’m going to remember). There was NO record of my ACT scores being sent to MSU. And that’s when the stone drops. BOOM! In the pit of my stomach, nausea, panic, and worry. So I dropped 34 dollars to re-request it. Normally it would be 12 dollars, but being as old as I am and from taking the ACT in 2008, it had been archived and needed more time to process. 34 dollars I wasn’t going to spend.
Ugh! FINALLY, I frantically searched the MSU website for any answer. I found the “MyInfo” page and decided to give logging in a go. HOLY CRAP IT LET ME IN!
So, this post is a little belated. But, I wanted to share with you the lunch I prepared on Wednesday. Little backstory first.
My mum gave me a 100$ gift card for christmas to Amazon. As I’ve been eyeing a wonderful monbento box for a while, I committed to much (~30$) to purchase the one I wanted. I will admit, it was more then I spend on groceries in a week, and it was more then I am usually willing to spend on anything. But, I’ve been wanting it for almost two years now and I figured it was now or never (or then or never, as it is past tense). I may have posted the link in a past post, however, here it is again. It’s not the normal shape, but the dishes are deep enough that when I make “american” sized portions of things that may be to tall for my regular box, they fit nicely. It holds a lot more food than I was expecting as well, it was surprising. Usually I run out of room before I run out of food, but this time, I ran out of food and needed to find something else. So this was my end result:
This is WAY more than I would usually pack. Usually, I divide up the meat portion into a dinner and lunch portion, however this time, I still had room to add something else on the right. I had to cut myself off, I felt full just packing this and almost didn’t finish it on Thursday. The smiles and the flowers are supported by tiny silicone molds that were much smaller than I thought they were, I had already bought them and I didn’t want to return them, so flipping them over helps add volume to the lunch (which, until now, I didn’t know was an actual thing).
So, It has been a month since I left you amazing people with hopes and dreams of me finishing Nano. Well, I didn’t finish, but that’s okay because I’ve had a lot going on. Lately I have been angry about a few things. Don’t get me wrong for the most part, life has been pretty great. I have a job I love, friends and family who love and care about me, a warm place to sleep at night, tasty food, and so on. But there is one specific person who, to my knowledge reads this blog, won’t leave me alone. And this makes me somewhat angry. The title of this post is actually a Tim Minchin song, who I adore. So I borrowed it. The person I am about to speak to will remain nameless for the time being. So, let me begin.
You need to stop calling me. You need to stop texting me. Stop trying to be my friend. You make me sound like the villain. Really, you think that that’s going to make me want to talk to you? It’s been a while since I’ve texted you back, I thought you would get the hint. I told you to leave me alone and that I didn’t want to talk to you anymore. Which YOU SHOULDN’T BE SUPRISED ABOUT! It’s your fault this is happening, so quit trying to pin it on me. I didn’t use you for anything, if you remember THAT was your IDEA! What happened a few days later WAS YOUR IDEA! Don’t send me a message that you are lying to my face through. I know the real reason you did what you did so don’t say it was so we could spend more time together! It was because you didn’t want to be around anymore. The fact you lied at the very end, and to what I can only suspect was a few times through to whole thing, and now you are lying to me to try to get me to talk to you, it’s not going to happen. I am trying VERY FRAKING HARD to move on with my life. This is the last time I will ask you to leave me alone. Seriously, knock it off. You wanted this to end and now it’s over. Life doesn’t have checkpoints and life doesn’t have restart buttons. Even if I were to start talking to you, what do you think would happen? Do you think we would really be friends? Seriously? I’m hurt, I’m heartbroken, and I’m incredibly angry over the whole thing. You are not the person I want to talk to. So stop it.
So there you have it. I try not to do things like that, but this is something that needs to stop. Everytime, I get angry. I’m not an angry person. Sure, I may cause I laugh for the people that know this person, but those people are apart of the problem. They laughed and giggled at me the night it happened. I blame three people.
Here is a picture of feet (just to make the post title relevant):
Actually, that’s a picture of Tim Minchin, who does the beat poem, Angry (Feet). He’s pretty amazing.