she’s come undone

The Awkward 23

23 isn’t really a special age to turn like 21 or 18 or 30 or dead. It’s just sort of there. Anyway, contrary to popular opinion (or at least the opinion of Niklas) I’m not too excited about my birthday. You see, the day after-September 20th-I have to get my “Smirnoff” story workshopped. I have to sit for 45 minutes at least and listen to people tear my story and characters apart. I usually sit there and try not to pay too much attention and just nod my head (I never take notes) but when I do listen I always want to go “You idiot! I didn’t write that! Can’t you read?!”

In other news, I think I have made enough on Amazon for them to send me money (the minimum is $10 and holy fuck I spelled minimum right?!). I have about $12 in there. Ok that doesn’t sound like a lot, but it could buy a doll thing or a manga or go to the Elnore fund. *looks at Zen evilly* The Elnore fund.

Um. Yeah. Someone was murdered at the school in my old dorm. Freaky shit. Freakier because no one made sure the students knew! The U of A really needs to step up on getting the news out. Although the reporters got the info fast enough.

Back to birthday. My dad is coming down the weekend after, whatever day that is. I should get a calendar. Anyway, so that’s when I’ll get cake. I don’t like seeming greedy, because I’m not really except for chocolate, but harassing Niklas over being late sending my gift is so easy and fun. I just can’t stop myself! He gets all defensive. Kate and Jan would just be like “yeah”. Well, Kate already sent the gift. I just accidentally opened it early. Anyway, I normally don’t care because the whole of September is my birthday month! But…Niklas being late is just too much of a target for me to not take a shot at.

Random post this is. Jan has taught me well.

Sick lullabies

On the 19th I turned 21. I hadn’t planned on doing much of anything besides homework and CSI: Miami, but around 11 I received an email from my dad saying he was coming down around 3 PM. So, I ended up getting some gifts from family: Notes from My Travels, The Flowers of Evil, Purple Rain, kitten gift book, some money, and a kitty post it thing. Went out to dinner and had a drink, went to the mall, then to Penguins for ice cream, and finally some mexican restaurant and received another drink. That was pretty much it. On Monday, Whitney’s package finally came (Sims 2 and my camera), but what surprised me was Kate’s package coming as well. Her mix CD for me is all fancy like, so now I feel bad mine for her won’t be as neat.

Last night I figured out how to use Windows Movie Maker, and I’m going to make a video of a couple of my Sims and share it with all of you. See? Marie loves you.

Hmm, what else? Oh! On Tuesday I got an email from the supervisor of IQ Fresh, about sitting down and talking about working there. I replied I would like to do that, but didn’t hear anything else. Then I thought “why not check my voicemail?” and lo and behold I had a message about my application. So I set up an interview for 3:30 Friday which gave me enough time to do laundry and take a shower, etc. Well, actually I didn’t pick the time, just said “Friday afternoon” and the time was picked for me. Either way! I start working on Monday.

My roommate is going home for the weekend. I don’t dislike her or anything, but now I can play Sims all day and not feel bad about it. Of course, I can’t really be on a computer all day. I still end up going out and doing something, or roaming around the room cleaning various corners. I always thought I was able to just sit and veg at the comp, but I’ve learned otherwise. Whenever I go to the library to work on their computers, I find myself tired and bored within an hour usually. I realized this is because I’m just at the computer and doing nothing else, which isn’t something I’m used to.