Of Whaling and Thesauruses

Currently "helping" my dear Elysse with her paper on whaling. By "helping," I mean, I'm basically her thesaurus, and occasional grammar coach, and a wall to bounce things off of, and ...whatever. Sometimes I tell her brother to sush. And I'm taking her to class. And I tell her to stop looking at Supernatural related things.

...Are there any jobs for "motivational sitters," as Ginger likes to call them? Because I would be awesome at this. ...I AM awesome at this.

I really do want to teach someday, because I like watching other people learn. Especially when they want to learn. Especially when I feel like the information I'm giving them is actually making a difference.

I feel like my lack of continuous inspiration causes me to seek out and inspire others.

I miss making art. I feel like I'm suffocating at home.

Gods, I need a new job. I was apparently supposed to go in for training again today, but I forgot to transfer the date to my phone, so I was not reminded. Boss lady called, thinking that I might be dead. Nope, just forgot. Missed the first training test. What a day to miss. Christ. She didn't fire me for it though, so that's a ...plus, sort of, maybe, kinda.

I need to go get my glass at Alverno. And move my stuff inside. And get that stupid table skirt from Jenn. And my vacuum from Mel. And, you know, my soul back from ...wherever.

Heads, Procrastination, and the Small Couch.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know.

I'm procrastinating on finishing my last project for the Italy class. As much as I love images of Judith, I don't have the stomach for anymore severed heads tonight. I don't think I ever did. Oh well. 'Tis why I'm the maidservant and not the heroine.

I finished transcribing the Italian journals to A Wisco Away - http://awiscoaway.blogspot.com/

At least I've accomplished something with my life. I'm at Elysse's, stealing internet. I've had a total of maybe 4 hours or some such of internet since I got back from Italy. Considering I have my phone, I haven't missed it overmuch. I do miss WoW though.

Anyway. I still wonder why I get the small couch at Elysse's, considering I'm almost a full head taller. Oh well. I'm not here for sleeping. I keep trying to work, and it never seems to keep working.

I'm using my procrastination to have a discussion, in graphic detail, with someone on Omegle about snorting cocaine? I don't think this conversation is HR approved. Nope. Not at all. This is bizarre. Really, really bizarre.

From Biblical heroines (whose stories are difficult to find, but there was Elysse in a pinch with a million and two versions of the bible), to strangers with cocaine habits.

My life get a little more bizarre every year.