Thursday, 29 March 2001

I'm about to finish "Amy and Isabelle" by Elizabeth Strout. It's very good. I'm on a roll with picking out books that I actually like. Still haven't heard back about the San Francisco job. Should I call? Maybe next week, they were very busy. Also there was another job I interviewed for who didn't call back and it's been a really long time and I think if maybe they hired someone else it would be polite of them to at least e-mail me and tell me. I have dicovered that my one true gift as a writer is run-on sentences! *sigh*

Wednesday, 28 March 2001

Helloooo. Had the job interview Tuesday. I think it went well except for I'm a dork and I didn't bring an extra copy of my resume and I had to fill out an application. I'm bad about remembering dates of stuff without my resume to refer to. I feel like an idiot more and more often these days.
Another thing that makes me feel like and idiot is when I check out other peoples blogs and they looks much nicer and it seems like people are reading theirs. I don't know. I don't really want for anyone to read this particularly, but I feel lame because I don't know how to make the page look different and stuff. Really, who the hell cares? This is just for something to do when I'm bored (which is often, lately...)

Monday, 26 March 2001

HEe hee, job interview for today fell through. It will be another day this week. STRESS. I have a terrible sinus headache that won't go away and that is my major complaint for today. It's making me unable to think of anything to write. BLAH BLAH BLAH!

Thursday, 22 March 2001

My job interview is going to be on Monday, hope it goes well. I have found a fun site where you can publish whatever you feel like writing and then different people will read what you wrote and rate it (and you can do the same for them). I am now scrambling to find stuff I've already written that I can publish, but most of my things are in boxes! The site is called Written By Me. It's free, too! There are so many cool free things on the web!
The Process is going to play for sure, so I'm going next Friday. I'm also looking forward to seeing The Rats. It wiil be a cool show, I think...

Wednesday, 21 March 2001

I'm gonna be having a job interview in San Francisco. It's at a collections agency (hope they're not looking for me, d'oh!). So I'm on the right track, I guess. Here is something that made me angry today: some kind of telemarketer (I assume) that somehow had the information that my dad had been in the hospital keeps calling and leaving messages "We're calling to see how Duncan is doing, we'll call back." (and you can't *69 them) My dad died in December. I hope the next time this lady calls I am there to answer the phone and tell her. And I hope she feels awkward and rotten. It's so intrusive. I wish we had that phone service where we refused blocked calls.

Tuesday, 20 March 2001

I am a strange mixture of depressed and happy. I'm depressed about my situation in life and yet I'm happy to have free time to read, write, draw, sit in the sunshine, do whatever. Yesterday my friend and I went on a walk all over San Francisco. We ate at an Irish pub, went in lots of shops, had a drink in a beat-poet kind of a bar, ended up in a place called Pow! which is a bar with a Japanimation (anime? whatever!) theme. They were playing lots of crappy songs from my youth. So I had a good time, all in all. It's just when I start thinking of the future that I get depressed. What am I gonna do? Aieee!
I found out that the band I love, the Process, may be playing next week... I hope it's true! I'm gonna go, the only bad part is the may-run-into-former-employer aspect. But who cares, really. Doesn't amount to a hill of beans, in the grand scheme of things (why am I using such tired old expressions? Because I'm feelin' tired and old!).
In other 'news' my tan-in-a-bottle has put a small dent in my normally fish-belly white appearance. I actually look *gasp* healthy! As opposed to pale and haggard. I'm also trying to keep up with my excercise regimen, but it was difficult today because I got a big blister on my foot when we went walking around in S.F. I'm debating if I should poke a hole in it or not. Does it heal faster after the pus is drained out? That's really disgusting and I can't believe I'm gonna post it. But I am. I'm just that sick.

Monday, 19 March 2001

I've been up since seven, I guess that's an okay start to my week of fruitlessly searching for a new job. I suppose the wise thing would have been to have the new job lined up before quitting the old one, but do you ever get so's you just cannot stand something anymore? It's the principle of the thing. I could not kiss up to someone I didn't respect anymore, and sit around while myself and all the other underlings got the shite end of the stick. Yes I meant to spell shit that way. Faith an' begorrah, it's a holdover from St. Paddy's day. Well today I'm faxing resumes... we'll see. Had an interview that I'm still waiting to hear back about. Sheer frustration. I am without a vehicle so I'm going to do these three things today 1. Exercise 2. Put on fake tanning product 3. Sit outside and read. Right now I'm reading "Speaking with the Angel" a collection of short stories. (The title makes it sound like "the Celestine Prophesy" or something but it's not.) It's good. Particularly the stories by Melissa Bank, Roddy Doyle, and Nick Hornby. Prior to that I read "On Writing" by Stephen King. I'm tring to get back into writing myself but doing a crap job of it. I have one story I've been working on forever, but lately whan I'm on the computer I'm doing stuff like THIS. Or Yahoo! PageBuilder. And I somehow screwed up my very first web pages so I can no longer change them and when I put new stuff I have to link it from a page in the middle. Oh well. I doubt anyone else cares besides me... Well, better go get on the treadmill before I lose my motivation.

Sunday, 18 March 2001

At last, a way to keep adding to my site whenever I feel like it, without creating a whole new page for the subject. Free reign to ramble incoherently. I love the worldwide web! Freedom of speech at last. If you don't know who I am, please start from the beginning at my homepage (although I'm sure all of this is predominately for my own amusement, who else really cares?). I will use this area as a kind of journal, or a place to rant when I'm irritated. Today I cleaned my dad's old car that we are going to try to sell... if anyone wants a car that needs a new engine *sigh* The mechanic said that the engine would cost more than the car is worth. Automobiles... you know I hate them. My dad passed away this last December and it is still something I'm dealing with on a daily basis. He'd been sick before but I never really expected this to happen. I miss him, and I still am not used to the idea of him not being around. Right now I've moved back home with Mom, to kind of offer each other support and also because I just got myself out of a bad living and working arrangement. More about that later, I'm sure... For know, I'm gonna check and see how this 'blog' looks...(just happened upon the build-your-blog site today!)