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.

Fraying Strings, Cracking Wells

Well, I did not, in fact, get fired. I sometimes wish I would, just so I wouldn't have to feel guilty for wanting more in my job than slinging tea and hoping to make people smile a little more, and frown a little less.

That seems to be one of the few things in my life that I feel guilty about. Amusingly enough, it's what I'm least attached to. I'm not sure what that says about me as a person. A dozen regrets, a dozen guilts, in 23 years - if that number were less, I'd be concerned about being a sociopath. Luckily, I have feelings most of the time. Most of the time, I have too many. I once told someone that I can't feel things in halves. He didn't run away that time, surprisingly, but I think that may be more due to my managing not to profess my undying love than to him understanding what I meant.

Maybe I don't give him enough credit. Maybe I give myself too much, and I'm not really as clever as I think I am.

The Beginning, or Lack Thereof

New blog. Good.

I like new things ...but only when they're new on my terms. An uneventful day, really. I would start a new blog on a day nothing happened, eh? Work tomorrow. More tea happness. Let's hope I don't get fired. Whoo.