Plan Number Six

I went with my sister to her school today and got to experience the strange life of a middle school teacher. Good times, right? But here's the rub: I kind of liked it. It's sad to have a lovely career path in business law all fleshed out only to be distracted by something completely different.

I already miss everyone back at school, and there are a few people it's particularly hard to be away from. I'm sure they know who they are.

( I saw Kevin today! )

Lexi and I saw 1408 tonight. We were both incredibly freaked out. It was fantastic, but there is no way I will ever consent to watching it again. Scary. As. Hell. I definitely recommend it.

Oh my gooooooodddd. This is torture. Go ahead, keep responding to everyone but me! Why am I always the last one? Also, why do I have to have crappy eyes, a calf that is STILL aching a year after the initial injury, shooting pains in my jaw, and a headache to top it all off? Boo! I really should see a doctor. And maybe a shrink.

On the bright side, I saw Kevin today! That makes everything better, really. I got a hug, too, without even asking for one! I love seeing old friends again, especially the more fantastic ones. Lexi and Kevin definitely fall into that category.

I just can't bring myself to fight the giddiness. Kevin! And me! Today! I saw him! Hurray!

I get excited much too easily. But really, why would I fight elation? Rejection, depression, pain, and their accomplices are the only emotions I fight. I like to stay happy, thanks.

( I decided tonight that I was intimidated by my fall course schedule again. )

Don't you love how indecisive I am? It's pretty ridiculous. Watch me completely change my major or something in my junior year. Just watch.

In other news, someone at church suggested that I get jobs through a temp agency for the summer. That didn't sound half bad to me, so I went ahead and started filling out all the required information online for this one temp agency she suggested. I just need to update my resume tomorrow and post it, and I'm set. Theoretically, I could be working in a short-term crappy position as early as next week! My fingers are crossed.

I finally went job searching today, but the whole thing was very Victoria. My goal was to ask for applications at Victoria's Secret (ha), American Eagle, and possibly Macy's. I parked near Borders so I could wander around in there on my way back out, but I walked right by it on the way in, filled with purpose and in the process of giving myself a mental pep talk. I made my way through the mall, and as I passed the food court I finally caught a glimpse of my two targets. As they got closer and closer, I got more and more nervous, so I did what Victoria always does in these situations: I kept on walking.

( I'm beyond ridiculous. I'm not a completely lost cause, though! )

After that escapade, I wandered around Borders to relish my minor success with Mariposa. (I didn't have to worry about asking for an application there because applied online this morning to all open lower-level positions at all Borders stores within 25 miles. It was pretty sweet.) I love Borders, and I especially love going to Borders without a purpose, so those twenty minutes were fantastic.

It wasn't a bad day's work, I guess, even though I completely chickened out. At least I ended up applying at one place and beginning to establish a good rapport with the manager at another, right? And tonight will be fantastic, as I will be spending a few hours in line with Lexi (as well as her brother and his friends, which isn't as exciting but is still tolerable) and then will be watching Pirates. I love midnight showings! This is a good day.

I'm such a sap. I'm watching Pride and Prejudice right now, and Darcy just clenched the hand that he had used to help Lizzy get into a carriage as he walked away. Aww! I'm so easily won over.

I've been sick since I left Willamette. Coughs, sneezes, aches, and dizzy spells have defined my existence for the past four days, and it certainly hasn't been a ball. (They are totally at a ball right now in the movie! I amuse myself far more than I should.) I've been taking a bath every day in the fantastic tub in my parents' bathroom in an effort to be at least partially cured by the steam, but after each bath I would dry off, put some clothes on, pull my hair back, and go back to lazing around in front of the TV or my mom's computer. Not very mood-lifting. Today, however, I actually groomed myself. It's ridiculous how much better I feel after indulging my vanity. Despite my continued sickness, feeling like I looked somewhat decent today really improved my mood.

In other news, I've declared war on clutter, and I've somehow been able to get my parents in on the fight. I'm going to throw out almost everything in my room right now to make way for the things I brought back from school, the things I truly have use for. While I'm waiting to get a job and start working, my mission is to de-clutter my house, starting, for obvious reasons, with my bedroom. I certainly no longer need papers from my eighth grade science class or receipts from five years ago, so why continue to keep them? Throw the baggage out!

I miss having people around all the time. Certain people more than others, of course, but anyone would be better than no one all day long. It's depressing, being alone again.

It was ridiculously hot today. When I came home after work, I spent a few hours out on the hammock reading, which was really nice. There was a fabulous breeze, and I could smell barbecues and hear kids playing. The unfortunate part was when I returned to my air-conditioned home and found myself with a headache from being out in the heat for too long. Life really stinks sometimes.

Ashley came to visit at work today, and she grilled me about boys, which is a strangely difficult topic at the moment. I've always been very fond of a few guys, and with graduation having just passed, the feeling that I'll never know what could have happened with most if not all of them seems to be making me like them and think about them a lot more than I did before. Oh well. I've got a promise for a few coffee shop dates with one and an entire trip to Europe with another, so I'll at least see two of them again. I hope I don't lose contact with #3, but who knows? Life goes on, of course, whether he continues singing and plotting and insulting and laughing with me or not.

Holy Hannah, look at the time of this post! I paused Supernatural 11:34 into an episode earlier today, too, when my sister walked into my room and caught me by surprise. It's everywhere today!

( And now for the main event—a very long meme! )

This has been the worst week of my life. Why? Isn't Spring Break supposed to be fun? What is it about me that makes it impossible for me to enjoy it like everyone else?

I have approximately five projects to work on this week. I've also had to work every day, and yesterday I had to babysit, and I'm babysitting again tonight. I have things to do. I can't afford time to sleep in until nine or ten, and definitely not until eleven.

This morning, I slept through my alarms. My parents decided against waking me up because I "need the sleep." So when I finally woke up, it was 11:07, and I freaked out. I'd told my boss the day before that I'd be there at eight and stay until four-thirty, and I obviously wasn't there. I ran to my computer to get her number so I could call her, and as I passed my mom she asked me what was wrong. Gee, I don't know, maybe it's the fact that everyone in this forsaken house knows that I have things I need to do, but no one is displaying the common courtesy of helping me at least WAKE UP so I can do these things. Or maybe it's the fact that my week has already been hell and you just keep making it worse by YELLING AT ME all the time over inane things that have no meaning in the end, such as cleaning my forsaken desk.

I told her I was extremely late for work, and that I'd been planning on asking to leave early anyway, and now I couldn't because I hadn't been there this morning, but I had to, because I needed to get homework done before I left to babysit, and even if I didn't leave early to do homework I'd need to leave early to get to my babysitting job on time, and why didn't anyone wake me up? "You needed sleep."

I needed sleep. I needed sleep. I don't care if I NEEDED SLEEP, I had commitments. Does nobody in this house understand that word other than me? Apparently not, because while I was freaking out, my mom told my dad that I was upset and he called my sister and asked her to take my babysitting job for me, and she said yes. He came upstairs and into the bathroom where I was trying to drown myself in the sink under the pretext of splashing water on my face and told me that my sister would take the job for me, and I freaked out even more.

Why does no one understand this? When I tell people I'm going to do something, I want to do it. If I don't do it, I look weak and stupid. So LET ME DO IT.

I can't think of anything else to say, except that today hasn't been the only bad day I've had this week. I've woken up late every single day. I've dropped my iPod twice. They tried to make us learn hip hop dancing at youth group. My family keeps telling me that I'm lucky to be on Spring Break because it means I have nothing to do.

Throughout it all, the only good thing has been reading Eats, Shoots and Leaves (I keep forgetting it doesn't have an Oxford comma) and buying notebooks yesterday at Office Max. I love notebooks.