I’m Hearing: Revis - Seven
Not much time left now. Interim started on Monday so that means I have 2.5 weeks left at this job. ~_~ Arg. I’ve been spending about 1-2 hours each day looking online for jobs…and there’s just……..nothing. :-( I mean, nothing. I’m not a programmer/analyst, I’m not a registered nurse, I’m not an apartment manager…I mean, this is all that’s out there right now. :\ Been angsting about that a lot lately.
On a good note though, Brian set up an appointment with the SBDC for next Monday so hopefully that’ll give me a better idea of what to expect with the whole business thing. Maybe I won’t feel as anxious after the meeting…but maybe even more. I have no idea.
I started working a preliminary design for the company logo and website which has been pretty promising so far. Hopefully things will keep going just as smoothly as they have already…
Augh…I’ve been really sore lately. I think all the abuse I put my body through this past year has caught up with me and is waging an all out attack on me. My mom has been doing myotherapy on my back, shoulders, and feet this past week, which is helping a lot, but….wow….soreness…and headaches. I think I’m finally starting to get over my illness now, although I’m still tired a lot of the time.
The other day was really nice…Fet and Jules were making up silly blocks of question/answers and editing them together to form these wacky, nonsensical conversations. Muchly amusing. Then that night I talked to Jules on iparty for about an hour. It was so wonderful hearing his voice again. :3
I think I’ve been listening to accented speech “a little too much” recently because it was a major factor in my dream last night. I just watched all the special features discs on The Fellowship of the Ring and The Two Towers…so most of the people on the discs are New Zealanders, Aussies, or Brits. XD So anyhow…in the dream…I was living in a building that was half apartments, half offices. The rooms were about the size of dorm rooms. I went back to my apartment and noticed that something of mine was missing (I believe it was film for my 35mm SLR camera). As I was searching for it, the guy who lives across the hall came over and matter-of-factly told me he’d taken the film because he’d ran out. I was appalled at his nerve and got angry at him. It didn’t seem to bother him at all. As I was fuming, he asked me why I had so much film. (There was a box about the size of a 100-pack of 3.5″ floppy disks with film filling it) I told him I was an artist, and suddenly his whole attitude changed. He was like “Oh….wow.” And as his attitude shifted, I loosened up a bit and told him a little bit about what I did. As he became more interested, I began to notice that his speech carried a vague English accent. As soon as I realized that, I warmed up to him really quickly; it was like that tripped my trigger and was all I needed to see past the fact he’d stolen from me. I started to feel that I’d finally met someone interesting enough to want to get to know better, and he was showing some real interest in me….and just as the dream had taken a turn for the good, my alarm went off. Damn! The thing that intrigues me the most about the dream was that I didn’t find this guy particularly attractive. I mean, he was average-to-below-average in appearance…but when I noticed the accent, his appearance became completely irrelevant; I was just instantly attracted to him. Hrm.
I guess it just goes to show that I really know what I like.
The other day one of my roomies made the comment that my part of the pantry was really organized…that I had sections of each type of food grouped together…he said “This is evidence of someone who knows what they like.” All my other roommates have a variety of mismash….well, more like a clusterfuck of ingredients and packages, a total disarray. That’s kind of what the whole house is like…just a clusterfuck. But my room is just 100% Ann. I don’t know how many people would really be comfortable living in that room, but I surround myself with things I love, so it’s comfy to me. (If not way too small for my stuff…but I have it all organized well-enough.) But that’s the thing about me, you see…if I like something…I mean, really like it, there’s no question about it. No one doubts it, because whatever it may be, I make it a part of my life. There are certain people I know pretty well who don’t really make any sort of display out of things they like. So when it comes time to buy gifts for special occasions…at times it’s difficult because there’s nothing they’re really gung-ho about. :\ I don’t understand that lackluster attitude about life…but I guess it’s not a stretch to say I’m a lot more emotional about things than most people.
Oh yeah…I got my car on Friday. It’s the sweetest car ever…nicer than I’d ever hoped for. *wheeeee!*
