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I've been locking things more and more recently, so in case you want to friend me here are some things you might want to know!


Facts about the common (or garden) Ish, updated as necessary.Collapse )


That's all for now. Friend away!

but it don't mean a thing

It's been a while since I did a life update!

Here are some things that happened.Collapse )

a quiet morning at work, AND THEN

Brain: HEY.

Me: Oh, Christ.

Brain: KNOW WHAT WOULD BE AWFUL? IF YOU DIDN'T GET THAT PERMANENT POSITION YOU'RE INTERVIEWING FOR AT THE OFFICE TODAY. BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN THAT YOU'RE BAD AT EVERYTHING.

Me: Right, yeah, that sounds-

Brain: BUT KNOW WHAT WOULD BE EVEN WORSE THOUGH? IF YOU DID GET IT.

Me: ... Why?

Brain: BECAUSE IF YOU GET IT THAT MEANS YOU WILL BE STUCK IN UNSATISFYING OFFICE JOBS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. NO WRITING. NO LIBRARY WORK. JUST FORMS AND EMAILS AND THAT ONE FAULTY LIGHT THAT FLICKERS AND MAKES YOUR EYE TWITCH. FOREVER.

Me: Hm. I do hate that one light.

Brain: I KNOW RIGHT.

Me: But, wait, Brain, this just doesn't scan. I'm a loser if I DON'T get it because that means I've failed. I'm a loser if I DO get it because it will be a kind of boring office job instead of My Calling™. But really, couldn't you turn both of those sentiments around? Like, I'm not a loser if I DON'T get it because hooray, I will still be free to look for work in my field! But I'm also not a loser if I DO get it, because hooray, a job that pays well, and that I can LITERALLY QUIT AT ANY TIME! That makes at least as much sense, and makes me feel way better about myself. Can't we go with that?

Brain: WE COULD.

Me: Well, that's grea-

Brain: BUT WE WON'T.

Me, sighing deeply: Of course we won't.

this just in

I ACTUALLY HAVE AN INTERVIEW WITH HALIFAX PUBLIC LIBRARIES NEXT WEDNESDAY.

A REAL LIVE INTERVIEW. FOR A UNIONIZED POSITION.* AS A LIBRARIAN, NOT A SAD INTERN.**

SHRIEK.***

* Alright, so it's a unionized floater position that would only give me twenty hours a month. I'd still be in the union and therefore eligible to apply for a lot more jobs (and I would actually be considered for those jobs and not have my resume thrown immediately onto the Fuck It Pile).

** Note: I am not ACTUALLY sad about my internship. Though I am a little sad about the pay.

*** This may not sound that exciting, but I swear HPL is harder to get into than the damn Mafia. I've seriously applied for almost every position they've advertised for the past two and a half years and this is the first time I have gotten a callback.

CATS ARE NICE.

Rest in peace, Sir Terry.

Feb. 15th, 2015

GUESS WHOSE APARTMENT CAUGHT ON FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Mine. Mine did.)
I haven't updated this thing in a while. Not properly, at least. So here's a basic life update for all three of you who still use LJ.

There are pictures of a floofy kitty under here, just so you know.Collapse )

confession

Sometimes I feel guilty that I'm not living the way I always imagined I would in my twenties. When I imagined where I'd be now as a teenager I pictured, oh, squatting in a broken-down townhouse full of punks and artists and radicals, and writing beautiful terrible drunk poetry, and having awkward one-night stands. Getting cool haircuts. Not owning a TV. Maybe making zines or something. Drugs and late nights and waking up in unfamiliar places. Instead I'm in grad school, engaged, and living in an apartment in the not-quite-suburbs. With a TV and matching lamps. And a fuckton of cats.

I mean, I expected the cats. But not the rest of it. I wear cardigans now, and frame pictures instead of tacking them directly onto the wall, and I've fallen asleep on the couch three times this week! Before midnight, even!

I like my life, but I find it interesting that it bears so little resemblance to the way I thought I'd live when I was young. I don't believe in selling out as a concept anymore, really, for a lot of reasons, but I did back then, and I know that's what I'd think happened.

I still plan on getting a lot of tattoos, though. And cool haircuts. So there's that, I suppose.

forgot to mention!

Quick question: Am I supposed to feel constantly on the verge of failure and/or tears? Like, is that built into the system, or...?
I fully understand that there are Reasons why I am currently working a crappy fast food job, and that while a few of them are my fault, most of them are not, and that having a less-than-fulfilling minimum wage gig is nothing to be ashamed of, and that an honest living is an honest living, and that I am going to grad school and looking for something better, and that I should not feel like a failure at all.

But. You know.
- The reintroduction of Wellbutrin to my life. That is going pretty well, although I was a deeply paranoid mess for the first two weeks and spent a lot of time listening to Kid A and thinking a lizard-man was going to drown me in the bath. I also thought I was Patton Oswalt for like ten seconds, but that may be unrelated.

- An epic going-away party in which I had many drunk feelings and yelled about them. I hugged a lot of people and didn't cry that much. As parties go, it was a good one.

- A move from St. John's to Halifax. I haven't lived full-time in N.S. since 2006, and it's a major adjustment. No one here eats salt meat and they look at me funny when I say "yis." (Then again, Newfoundlanders also look at me funny when I say "yis." My Newfoundland accent leaves something to be desired. Like, for example, any resemblance to an actual Newfoundland accent.) I keep seeing people I think I recognize from high school and staring at them intently. Beginning to wonder if am giving impression of being axe-murderer.

- The end of a job I really, really liked. Working in a bank was not exciting, but it was secure and enjoyable and the people that I worked with were, by and large, very nice. (And they gave me a handbag with zombies on it on my last day, because I was apparently their pet alternabrat. So cute.) Since getting to Halifax I've applied for roughly forty jobs, got interviews for four, and was accepted for one... at Subway. "Displeased" does not quite cover my feelings on this situation, but I am still busily applying for other things, and in the meantime, it's a way to pay the bills.

Also, I get tips, which are pretty rad.

- Dal registration. I have my schedule for my first semester of library school, and I am unbearably excited even though my first class is unbearably early.

- The acquisition of a wee apartment building (with a deck!), nicknamed "The Bro's Nest."

- The acquisition of a mature white lady-cat, name of Violet. She is very affectionate in that anxious, if-I-don't-follow-you-to-the-bathroom-you-will-surely-disappear way that is so particular to shelter cats. The other pusses have adjusted, with the exception of Roman, who seems to be certain that we brought her here specifically to ruin his life. Then again, that is his response to pretty much everything.

- The acquisition of an Amy, who could not initially move down with me because our lease was not up. BUT NOW I HAVE MY CLAWS IN HER AND SHE CANNOT ESCAPE. She finds Halifax bizarre, partly because someone cat-called her the other day by yelling "you're beautiful!" And because people get shot here a lot. She is going to apply to the Funeral Direction program at NSCC, so she can learn how to chill with dead people and their friends.

- The acquisition of NOT A SINGLE FRIEND. I'm okay with it as of right now, because no one has friends when they first move, and the few people I knew in high school who I'd want to be friends with now seem to have vanished. However, if I do not have friends by the end of September I shall be quite put out.

- GAME OF THRONES WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME.

- The new season of Arrested Development, which: eh.

boo and yay

My Chemical Romance broke up.

The day afterward I got accepted to grad school.

This has been a week of many, many feelings.

(Today is also my five-year antiversary.* The amount of feelings I am having is practically illegal.)

* tl;dr on this day five years ago I broke up with someone I thought I was going to marry kind of and it made me really sad and then it made me really happy and now I make sure to make note of the date whenever it comes around. Only Very Old LJ Friends will remember this happening, so if you do, congrats, you are practically ready for retirement.

i guess i must have, i have a tumblr tag

I legit cannot remember if I have ever mentioned this here before, but I have a Tumblr! It is mostly full of puns, yelling, gifs from fandoms in which I have never participated, and spotty superfluous details about my life. You should add me unless you never want to hear about any of that shit ever.

well thank fuck

an update and a picture

I am the laziest, but Chapter Nine is finally up!

Unrelated: I recently went to Halifax for a week to visit my ~folks (highlight: "Gangnam Style" playing in the gay bar), and while I was there I got a tattoo.

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twice in a week!

and it only took me two months!

SotD FINALLY updated again. I have feels about Jonathan.

Ish

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