Archive for June, 2009

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Short hair is short!

June 30, 2009

It occurred to me that I’ve had basically the same haircut for years, so today, I had it whacked off. And, because I’m a bit of a show-off, I dug out a picture from three years and 140 pounds ago.

Today:

Me, June 2009

Me, June 2009

And from three years ago:

Me, July 2006

Me, July 2006

Bit of a change there, eh?

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Right, left, right…you get the idea.

June 30, 2009

S. stopped by last night with an app for the library position. Just need to fill it out and drop it off on my way into Wayne, which…gah. Mom and I cleaned out the last of the stuff from my house, and I’m getting emotional about it again. No surprise there, considering how empty the place is and the fact that I can’t live there anymore. I just hope I can find tenants fairly quickly. Speaking of, I need to hit Wayne City Hall to register my property as a rental, and then I need to get in touch with the property manager to get the paperwork settled. I’ve mentioned it elsewhere, but again, for the record, this sucks.

Buying a house should have been a secure investment for my future. Instead, I have a mortgage I can’t afford at the moment, and I’ve moved back in with my parents. This could be so much worse that I don’t even want to think about it, but knowing that doesn’t change just how painful this process of letting go really is. At least I’ve finally managed to finish grieving for the future I expected to have, which means I can concentrate more fully on building a new vision of my future. Trufax: no matter how exciting the possibilities are, this is scary shit.

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Oh, pride…

June 29, 2009

Thou sucketh mightily. Also? Please to be getting the hell out of the way. I don’t give a rat’s ass about what the job pays; it will get me out of the house, and it’s better than slinging burgers. Yes, a different job would be nice, but frankly, given my goal to complete my MA as quickly as possible, a different kind of job isn’t necessarily a good idea.

So. Once again, get the hell out of the way. I have a phone call to make, and I don’t need your input on the subject.

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The good *and* the bad

June 29, 2009

Portions of this post have been redacted for being utterly boring.

In other news, I may end up getting a job at the local libary. The pay is tiny, but it will get me out of the house. Also, I can take my laptop with me and work without interruption, a thing that isn’t always possible at my parents’ place. They mean well, but even Mom admits she finds it too easy to come down and socialize whenever she feels like it.

I’m grateful for the fact that they’ve made a space for me to move back in with them, but there are days when the tension rises quickly. Dad gets that I’m an adult, and he treats me like one. Mom, on the other hand, tends to backslide and ends up treating me like a 10-year-old, which — no. Just — no. We’re going to have to have a come-to-Jesus meeting about it soon if she continues to forget that I’m middle-aged.

Enough of this. The solution will present itself one of these days, and meanwhile, Merlin is on. Watching it is a bit like reading crap!fic — it’s bad for me, and I know it will rot my brain, but I can’t stay away from it.

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No. Never.

June 28, 2009

I absolutely refuse to start my seventh blog with a title of “Hello World.” (Seventh? Do Twitter and Facebook count? If so, this is my tenth.) I will, however, pause for a moment to consider the fact that I have accounts with a great many blog sites. I seem to be collecting them the way I once collected e-mail addresses, but hey, it’s for class, so it’s not as though I’m being greedy.

Much.