• Looks like I've finally found another job and most importantly one that I won't quit after five hours. It's a pretty laid back environment where I won't be thrown in a kitchen to awkwardly cut pizzas on my first day after being mislead about the position (the boss is also not an asshole who speaks to me like a child so that's a huge plus). Once my background check comes back, I'll be back to having monies in my pocket. You know, I was going to make a really bad joke about shooting a man in Reno, but I think I'll spare you all...

• Trying desperately to convince Mike to see Wanted instead of Hancock. Honestly, I think he just wants to keep me from pretending he's James McAvoy and that makes me very sad in the pants. However, our "argument" over which movie to see led to us calling Hancock, Hitch for a good two hours - why we thought that was so lol-worthy the world will never know.

• The other day I had a panic attack, hit a squirrel, and then had another attack about the squirrel I hit. I am just a bit ridiculous.

• I will finish this chapter and it will not suck like it does right now. Seriously, the fucking thing would've been posted already if I could get my act straight and fight the urge to delete whole pages and start all over again. I may tweak some things in my original plan for the rest of the story because it may be just a little too dramatic in a Lifetime special kind of way (but I secretly love it that way, so I dunno...). I've also got an idea for my next P&P story and I'm ridiculously excited about it, but I won't type a word of it until 20mnths finally ends (I've learned my lesson).

• Warped Tour next week! Got my ticket in the mail today... I am coming for you, Max Bemis and Gabe Saporta. Maybe by the time the 9th rolls around I'll have grown the balls to ask Katy Perry to hold an ONTD sign that says:

I ♥ ONTD, BUT ONTD DOESN'T ♥ ME

But that would mean sitting through her set and then possibly missing someone with actual talent to go to her signing...it's a Sophie's Choice. I also want to punch Tom Delonge in the face, so I'm gonna need big brass ones to drop. Oh, and semi-related, but I spent waaaaaaay too much time reading Paramore's drama; LOL OH BANDOM, HOW I LUV U ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU (sort of)AIR OUT YOUR PROBLEMS ON LJ AND ALLOW ANON COMMENTS.

I end up making a lot of these "hey, I'm not dead" posts, but I feel like I've dropped off the face of the earth as of late. I haven't been up to much - I'm still working on the 20mnths update, and it's looking like it won't be posted until the beginning of July (sorry about that). Still working on finding a job I can reasonably enjoy. Warped Tour is around the corner and it's nice to have something to look forward to.

Anyway, due to my lack of an interesting life, this entry is now about late 90's boy bands that weren't American:

( Oh hay SoulDecision )

I start my new job today at 5. HOORAY FOR ME! :D

( Video cut for the sake of flisters everywhere )

It'll be brilliant and Fox will cancel it in two seconds.

My birthday was swell and all (for the most part):


I saw a show with a ninja.

I received some very nice cards with some even nicer cash inside and various phone calls/myspace messages/texts.

But, what's most important is that my bf contributed to my endless train of lulz by gifting me with this:


That's right; he got me the third Twilight book. Now, I've got to stifle my desire to kill Bella and soldier on through New Moon.

Entirely too much time on my hands.

I've been up all night watching Mystery Science Theater 3000 and now despite the burning in my eyes, I'm watching They Live! because I forgot just how awesome that movie is.

Clearly, I still haven't found another job. I've got another interview on Tuesday for a waitressing position which will hopefully lead to me collecting tips and a regular paycheck (the eight dollars in my wallet can only stretch so far...)

Once in a while, in between all of the death metal and punk, the Spice Girls will pop up on my ipod and it totally makes me smile and dance around like a spaz.

No real point to this entry other than to say I'm still alive. :)

The job hunt continues (by the end of all this, I will have pulled every last strand of my hair out, seriously). Holiday Inn says they haven't made a decision yet, Geico says they decided to go with a more qualified candidate (how unqualified am I to work in a fucking mail room? Jesus fuck), and I got a call from Steve and Berry's while I was passed out this afternoon. I'll call them back later on today and I guess do the interview thing all over again. I have 13 bucks in my bank account right now and it's still BETTER than putting up with the circus of bullshit from Hampton Inn.

I've become obsessed with the endless lulz that is the Twilight Fandom. Good god, I've never seen anything so beautiful! It's pretty much a given that I'm going to spend the rest of the night lurking the Twilight Mom's board alternating between lmao, horror, and embarrassment for all involved. Speaking of Twilight; I've got four chapters to go and I can't believe it took me this long to realize that fuck all was happening besides Bella cooking and Edward ~dazzling~. Seriously, there is zero plot until four chapters from the end of the book?! Oh, you're good Stephenie Meyer...so good, that if I ever come across you on the street, I'll beat your head in.

Oh, and for those that read, I'm still working on the 20mnths update. Only five pages in and a long way to go. :(

The job hunt continues. I had two interviews with Holiday Inn and was thrown off guard by a question about working at Hampton and why I left and momentarily lost the ability to lie through my teeth and told the truth. They haven't called back and I'm not holding my breath over that one. As for Best Buy, who knows if I'll hear anything as they don't open until April 25 and there was only one spot left to fill which will probably go to someone with more retail experience. I spent my entire day in Geico on Thursday doing test after test just to work in their mail room (and I go back on Tuesday to finish). Even though it means a hour drive everyday and the thought of the interstate still gives me wiggins, if they'll have me, I'll gladly accept (more than decent wage, lack of customers, did I mention the lack of customers?). However, posted all around the testing room were these little fliers with that fucking geiko declaring they hair follicle drug test new hires. The likelihood of me passing a hair follicle drug test is right up there with Britney Spears pulling her shit together within the next five minutes. That said, if they don't mind smoking a little pot every once in a while, I'm their girl.

The Craig and I are seeing Chris Rock today and I'm looking forward to spending the day laughing hard enough to forget the loser-y feeling and my dwindling bank account.

I bought Twilight because I missed having a series to read. Essentially, I spent ten bucks on mediocre fanfiction, but oh well - PRETTY TEENAGE VAMPIRES AND DOOMED LOVE AFFAIRS OMG. Plus, it gives me hope for one day being published; I mean, if people think Stephenie Meyer's adventures of Mary and Gary Sue are the second coming, someone might actually like my crap.

On and off for the last couple of weeks I've been watching, Spaced. Jesus, I love it so hard! I didn't think my crush on Simon Pegg could get any scarier, but apparently, I was wrong.

Oh, and those pics of SMG and Seth Green from Paley make me intensely happy.

A tornado hit downtown Atlanta tonight while my brother was at the Hawks/Clippers game. He's fine, made it home alright, but no one had a clue the weather was that bad. It literally hit without any warning. Phillips Arena wasn't damaged (which is where he was) I don't think, but Spring Street was pretty much a mess, along with The Omi, Centennal Park, and The Westin.

Guess who has an interview on Saturday with Best Buy?

Me! Woot!

I also got a call from the Holiday Inn while I was eating lunch with Mike. I tried back, but got the hiring manager's voicemail, so I'll be giving them another call tomorrow.

Fingers crossed it works out with one of them.

Hampton Inn can suck it.

I walked off my job tonight.

I've been putting up with a lot of shit from them for the past few months that I haven't cared to talk about here, mostly because I bitch and moan about it entirely too much in real life and I didn't want to devote any more time to them.

My boss is a nasty piece of work and I hope her existence continues to be miserable. She deserves every bit of it.

A coworker gave me the number to another hotel that's looking for night people (she was going to leave also, but the shift wasn't ideal), I'm going to call the manager as soon as I wake up.

At this point, panic is setting in - I mean, I've got bills to pay, what if I can't find anything right away, how could I be impulsive and let my anger get the best of me, you know, all of those rational thoughts that refuse to click when you're swearing and seeing red. I don't know, I think I'm going to be fine. If anything, I'll at least be sane.

I LOVE GARY BUSEY'S CRAZY ASS!

And how cute is McAvoy all elbowing Saoirse Ronan. He's so goddamn adorable, and now I'm reminded of how my weekend plans to go to WonderCon and see him in person fell through, so I'm gonna go cry in my car for a while.

Oh, Acadmey, I don't know if you realized but Jessica Alba is not famous. She's one step away from Straight to DVD, three steps away from Cinemax porn.

McAvoy + Brolin = OVARY EXPLOSION

I've got to get ready to go to work which puts a damper in all of my meta plans. I'm fully contemplating not showing up, because 1) this is more fun and 2) it's not worth what they pay me anyway.

You know what I hate, more than anything? Possibly even more than being cut off in the middle of giving information that will keep you from asking me arbitrary shit later on down the line? I hate having things thrown down on the desk in front of me.

There is this nice and smooth marble counter top that won't burst into flame or suck your arm in up to your elbow if you lay said object (read: room keys) down on it gently and slide it in my direction. I also have these wondrous, human like hands - completely non tentacle like, that I can say with complete faith and honesty, aren't covered in some sort of slimy, mucus membrane (read: boogers), and these hands come complete with fingers (wow! isn't god amazing) which make it possible for me to grab said object at the ready. So, it makes me a sad panda when I stretch my magical, god-given hand out and instead you plop said object before me like an asshat. Also, I want to stab you in the face extra-special hard if you toss whatever it is your returning at such a high fucking velocity it skids across the counter and lands on the floor, because now I have to bend over and pick it up because you are incapable of acting like an asshat.

And no, saying "Thank you" won't make me hate you any less.

The only thing keeping me from going to Wafflehouse right at this moment is their lack of a drive-thru.

I suppose I will continue to sit here and listen to the sounds of my stomach eating itself due to my crippling laziness.