I'm so disgusted with certain people and events that I'm elated.
It's a weird feeling. Imagine someone yelping merrily: "Wooo! You make me SO sick! Ha HA!"
On the entirely-positive side, I got a job, and probably two jobs, in the past two days. There is a trick to this job-thing... First, wear nice clothing. Second, be on your best behavior and don't put your elbows on the table. Third, be honest, but not at the sacrifice of giving all the right answers.... And fourth, the most important part, have a Secret Patron Saint of Job-Hunting, and perform some minute ritual of communication of said Secret Patron Saint of Job-Hunting. My Patron Saint of Job-Hunting is David. My secret ritual of communication with David is jingling my keys incessantly. Real fucking annoying, let me tell you. But David has a job in a place that was recently reviewed in a national magazine I read while seated on the toilet. And besides; last time I saw David, I got two jobs within a week, one at HIS old place of business. Weird. So, I jingled my keys to invoke telepathic job-hunting luck from David. Two jobs. Wham. All I have to do is pass a drug test. Shouldn't be hard; I haven't put anything less legal than booze into my system since LAST summer, so I think I'm good.
So, for the most part, things are good. I AM a bit concerned about making rent on TIME, but I will at least make rent. I will talk to my landlords on Monday.
In other news...
Had the fucking STRANGEST encounter this morning. It was so awful it's laughable. It also infuriated me, and made me feel so much pity for this individual that I felt like crying for her. We'll all talk about that a little later, no? For now, the situation is, unfortunately, too dramatic for immediate public consumption. Don't worry; it's not going anywhere.
Finished a long, long love letter last night. It was only intended to be the track-list of a mix-tape I made... But I guess a love letter needed to be written, or it wouldn't have come out that way... It will be sent to it's rightful addressee as soon as I have enough money to afford shipping...
Received a birthday package yesterday (ONLY a month and a half LATE) from my mom, who, despite being a space-case, has not forgotten me. She also hasn't forgotten my love for Oberto jerky, or little soapy/lotiony things. She's just a space-case. Now you know where I get THAT from...
Have mosquito bites all over my body, but the weird thing is, they're all symmetrical: one on my left ring-finger, one on my right ring-finger, etc.. It's bizarre. Maybe I only taste good in certain parts of my body. Uh... Okay, no smart-ass remarks, kids...
Spent about an hour yesterday in the "teen fiction" section of a bookstore. I LOVE "teen fiction." Some of it is actually really quality literature; I spent a good chunk of that hour re-reading Madeleine L'Engle's "An Acceptable Time." That book is so beautiful. I love it. Other "teen fiction" novels are utter crap, but I used to read them all the time anyway. For example, there's this woman named Lurlene McDaniel, who has written like, eight MILLION books. And EVERY SINGLE ONE of them is about people dying. In one of them, this girl's father commits suicide because he's a Vietnam vet who can't deal with flashbacks, so the girl spends most of the book learning to "cope." In another of them, a girl is really bummed out and thinks her parents don't love her, and then she goes and volunteers at a hospital, helping to take care of other teenagers, all of whom have cancer or something, and she's inspired and uplifted and all that nonsense. They're crappy books, as I remember, but they're all tear-jerkers, so I had read ALL of them at one point. And then, of course, there were the Lois Duncan books: the mysteries, the paranormal stuff... THOSE were good books. I stand by those whole-heartedly. They were like "X-files" for eleven-year-olds.
Books rock.
I'm still disgusted and elated.
I think I'm going to go to my apartment and, in disgust and elation, clean the place, finish the ball of yarn I'm working on turning into a blanket, listen to the news on KPLU for awhile, get my mail, and then do something fun. Maybe go downtown and pick somebody up. Maybe forget all about my rent and buy a bus ticket to Seattle or Portland. Probably just hang out on my roof writing letters and staring at the mountain, but what the hell; that will do. I need to work off some disgust and elation.
I'll be back soon with thrills, chills, excitement, and drama...
Be good until then...
Love,
~Helena*