The Icon Faerie

Good things about today:
1. Phone interview = done. They finally called about twenty to two with huge apologies because they were having phone troubles. Which is fine, I figured logically that's probably what it was. But I freak out about these things. It's what I do.

2. So my sister and her friends and their "Doctor Who Club" is expanding their horizons to "Geekfest." They are a sponsored campus organization as of next year, and are getting FUNDING for their club. They're talking about getting video games in the library (like, for rent) and their slogan is going to be, "Why go Greek when you can go Geek?" I love my sister.

3. Tomorrow I am working in the afternoon (good because I don't have so many hours next week), and also going to see my friends in Arcadia at Coe.

My brother just left for school for the first time in... oh. A week and a half. He better plan on coming home right after class, I work tonight.

I didn't get the bank job. It was just to be a teller, but I am going to phrase it that way because it sounds especially badass, like I was applying to perform a heist or something.

This icon still makes me happy. Hello, Ben Whishaw. ♥

AHAHAHAHA My sister and her friends in the Doctor Who club at Coe are SO much cooler than the Coe Witches.

For April Fool's Day they gained entrance to all the buildings on campus and used dry erase markers to write BAD WOLF on all available surfaces, and put 'badwolf' as the username in lab computers. LOVE. She says next year they are putting up 'Vote Saxon' posters.

My sister is one of the coolest people I know.

That aside, today was a good day. I was up at stupid o'clock for the job interview, and it went pretty good. They're at the beginning of the interview process so it could be another week or two before I hear anything. Mom and I went to CR to fetch Gretchen for Easter, and that was pretty much it.

I had to change my shirt for church tonight, mom didn't think that the Community Party t-shirt was appropriate for a Good Friday service. And she is probably right.

I'm contemplating a layout change.

Snowflake isn't doing so well. I don't think I mentioned it here, but when she had her surgery done that was fine, but the tumor on her belly was malignant, so the vet gave her weeks to months. We can keep her as long as she's doing okay, but the last few days haven't been so good for her. She's having trouble walking and she's not eating, and getting up on the couch or someplace to lay is an ordeal. She just jumped off the couch (really, rather fell) and didn't look like she wanted to walk anywhere, so I went and got her some water. I might go and get her some food too.

Roger never came back one day after he got out, so when Snowflake's gone it's just going to be Crybaby, Jemima, and Brownie. All the cats in the house drove us crazy (at one point we had like, eight or nine) but I miss them.

So my brother and sister's friend Cat came by (the three of us have roughly the same social circle from high school -- or a lot of us at least have mutual friends) to show off her baby pictures! And when I say baby pictures I mean a sonogram. It has a birth defect where the intestines are outside of the body, but if he gets surgery right after he's born he'll be okay. There's a lot of drama surrounding this baby (the boy's parents want a paternity test, and now he does too, among other things). I just hope it turns out okay.

I have to watch Pineapple Express tonight before I get it returned tomorrow. I saw it before, but I wanted to see it again. Sue me. :P

I caught up with SPN. I have to say that if Dean had been my gym teacher I probably wouldn't have minded gym as much as I did in high school.

I had a lot of stuff that I was going to write down and tell you guys, but I totally can't remember any of it. Blargh. XD

OH OH OH the blog that I recap/review for now has a LJ comm that you can friend and get daily links to the blog -- or at least it will once we get with the program. It's thetwocents.

Wait a minute.

We close shows like Hairspray, Spring Awakening, and Spamalot and THIS is what gets put on the production docket? This sucks. I hate the business side of theater. They are the only fucking people who do this sort of thing for money. Nobody who actually MAKES the theatre happen outside of the finances actually does it for any other reason than the fact that they would be completely miserable doing anything else.

In other news, Snowflake came through her surgery fine. They took all her tumors off, and she's feeling better. She was feeling a little better Friday, even, she had the will to run away from me and hide when it came time to herd her into the pet taxi.

Also, my brother either does not know or does not care that everyone else in this house organizes their day around the fact that he needs to go to school. One of these days when he does not get up, if I can, I am going to take the car on a joy ride and not come back until after whenever he needs to be gone. And then he can see how he likes it.

Sooo I haven't written for ages, but thinkatory was here for a week (okay, weather and roads were bad on Saturday so it was really eight days) and we were being lazy sods, so it's all good.

Yesterday I was supposed to work in Davenport, but they called about two o'clock and said that they didn't need me. Of course, they couldn't call before I'd straightened my hair. *SIGH*

So instead of working, I spent my day catching up on my TV, and then I ended up watching the entire first season of Traveler. Which wasn't hard, there are only eight episodes in the entire season, but I digress. It was awesome, I get bummed out when awesome shows are cancelled. Then again, when I read the closing interview with the creator talking about how the entire thing would end, I'm kind of glad it didn't end, because it ended up with my two favorites dead and the other main character I was kind of eh about the whole time alive.

See? Characters I like are immediately doomed. Doomed doomed doomed.

I don't work today either, unless someone calls, but I don't foresee that. Blah. I know I was working crazy hours before Christmas, but I hope the hours don't drop back too much.

My mom was home yesterday sick, and she called me early this morning to come get her because apparently she wasn't as recovered as she thought she was. But now she is moving about, taking down Christmas decorations. Then again, considering how many days of high school I missed because I just didn't want to go, I'm probably not good to judge.

Two more schools to apply to and freak out about.

If we're going to bend over backwards to accommodate my brother's class schedule what with driving to Bettendorf and all, the least he can do is get his ass out of bed and actually GO.

Yay jaunty Captain Jack icon.

I was supposed to go in to work at three, but Frank called me at 1 asking if I could come in to cover for him until RJ got there because he was le sick or something. I didn't really listen. So I went in for about forty-five minutes until RJ got there and he said I could come back at four, so go back at four I shall.

I replaced University of Iowa with Brooklyn College CUNY, because they also have a dramaturgy program AND a theatre history/criticism program. :x I sent an e-mail to admissions asking what their policy on dual application was because I can't deciiiiiiiide mommy, I wanna do booooooooooooooth.

I was having my Waking Nightmares again. It's not a technical term, but a Waking Nightmare is those uncontrollable thoughts and worries I have about money, getting into a school, money, my brother not moving his ass to get into a real school when he's finishing his AA in the spring, money, thinkatory finishing her thesis, roseanna and her busy, busy Beeness, money, weird dreams I have, kaesa being eaten by science, and money when I am trying to sleep. My mind races and I can't sleep and I end up tossing and turning and thinking about it. And sometimes I think I should get up and read or do something until I'm ready to pass out, except it's already three in the morning and it'll take at least half an hour for my mind to slow down... I'm supposed to go back to the doctor in a couple of weeks or something, this is probably something I should mention. Except it doesn't really do any good to put me on an anti-depressant and anti-anxiety medication, does it? ... It just seems counter productive. Maybe less fluoxetine will just do the trick.

Like last night, I was going to turn the light back on and read, but I'd just finished my book. The Handmaid's Tale, if you're curious. My brother read it for a class a couple of years ago, shoved it at my mom, and she shoved it at me. I think I'm going to read The Host next.

I have these really weird dreams. Like the other night I was eating bagels in the kitchen and for some reason the Tyrells were there. Like, not even westerosorting Tyrells who at least have the virtue of being real people. No. Like Margaery and Loras Tyrell were in my kitchen, eating bagels with me. I also have a dream about this restaurant that is somewhere out in the middle of nowhere north of DeWitt, and it has not only the best chocolate milkshakes I've ever had, but their chicken is delicious and so are their french fries. I was actually convinced that this restaurant was real, but when nobody in my family knew what the hell I was talking about, I realized I'd dreamed it all.

Also, ABC cancelled Dirty Sexy Money. Which, considering how it was going, might be a good thing.

Some days I just really want to shoot myself in the fucking head.