so far my job prospects have been null and/or void. at the moment i feel like i’ll be lucky if i land the $12/hour job i applied for at the austin american statesmen. i sent them a very mushy cover letter about how much i loved being editor of my high school newspaper and “classifieds girl” at the Daily Illini - both humble truths. now that i’m departing from graduate school, why not do something i’ve always wanted to do? since i’m monica shaw, it makes sense for me to move onto new dreams that i probably won’t fulfill, like working my way up the ranks at a newspaper. this leads to interweb notoriety as bloggorbator chick extraordinaire. then finally, the book on training for the apocalypse.
training for the apocalypse: the blog (speaking of dreams) seems to be on temporary hold. the training continues, however i have little motivation or time to keep a detailed log. this is facilitated by a recent unwillingness to give up beer or cigarettes.
seems i have a lot of growing up to do.
but for now i’m 24 which seems like a good age to get some things out of my system. sew some oats. live large. last night i hung out with ginger and tizzle at casa del timothy. recently, spurred on by a fond memory of mangia’s deep dish pizza, i’ve been craving some deep dish spinach. i finally fulfilled that craving last night. this pizza was new to ginger, and the sparks beverage was new to us all. sparks: $1.39 per can malt beverage containing caffeine. 6% alcohol. tastes like redbull. i think we have a winner.
today i woke up feeling like doing nothing that pertained to school or the ominous job hunt. so i took on a task i’ve been meaning to do for some time: learn some cocoa programming. i’ve been wanting to write an OS X diet/weight/fitness app that keeps track of, well, diet, weight and fitness. trouble is i don’t know how to write OS X apps. so today i started by writing a little GUI that calculates basal metabolic rate. the app was simple at heart but i learned a whole bunch and feel super motivated to write something sleek and comprehensive. so now i have a summer project, and something to do on my computer aside from pointlessly surf the interweb.
charming, aren’t i?
once again, time to dish out some props:
mad estrogen props to sheribomb for taking me shopping last thursday for interview clothes. i hate the mall and she made it tolerable. i now own a pastel colored article of clothing - fuck you, it brings out my eyes. i also got some “sassy” shoes with a super high heel so as to give the illusion i am not a hobbit. finally, necklaces. it was a sad day this semester when the necklace i’d been wearing religiously for years finally bit the dust in the middle of class (fortunately i sat in the back that day, so when the beads came tumbling off their skeleton, they rolled and sung a song of death and departure down the lecture hall - a proper burial in my opinion). since then i’ve been looking for a replacement, but failing hard. it’s as if i’ve lost my love and i’m coping in gaudy hotel rooms with casual encounters and cheap jugs of wine. so i’ve acquired quite a few necklaces since then, and two more last thursday. from the urn that is my pencil case (where i stashed the few beads i was able to save), my necklace is screaming: “slut!”
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