jeanne_leigh

So here it is, nearly halfway through the month of May. Next month I'll be 22. I'm still living with my parents. I might be moving in with my friend Jenne and her fiance, but I'm not 100% sure. Usually I'm of the opinion that whatever it takes to get the fuck out of here is worth it, but with their financial straits, I don't want to risk ending up on the streets. I refuse to come home once I'm gone.

I've got some extra money I wasn't expecting to have. I'm planning on saving it and pretending I don't have it, and build up a nest egg of sorts. I don't know. Perhaps I'll open a high-yielding savings account somewhere other than Chase, and stick it in there. What do you know about CDs?

We'll have to see, I suppose. The apartment we'll be moving into, if this works out, is a 2 bedroom loft, about $820 a month, which would put our bills under $300 each per month. Still, unless Caleb actually gets a better paying job, or at least more hours, and Jenne starts working again, and getting hours - she's been out of work for medical reasons - then there's no way we could afford that, even.

Plus, there's no guarantee I'll be able to get a job up there. I'm thinking maybe I should just take my extra money and a few more months' pay from the coffee shop, and hightail it out to Arizona.

Why is Arizona where I see myself, when I've always wanted England?

So, I started the story I mentioned. I also left my notebook at work. Oops. So far, so good. I'm not sure really what is going to happen to little Davy Jones when he meets the captain of the pirate ship he stowed away upon, so if y'all have any suggestions, I'm open to them. 

So, I watched Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End twice in the past two days, and I'm really liking Davy Jones as a character in a book. Not the tentacley Davy Jones from the movie, but the real (maybe) man, the pirate after whom it's called Davy Jones' Locker. I think I'll write this in my Moleskine notebook. And I may later post it online. Or I could not publish it online and I could get it published for real. People like pirate books, right?

Well, I WAS gonna make a voice post, but I only have 29 minutes on my cell phone, and I'd rather save those for emergencies and text messages. With luck I'll get more minutes tomorrow, after I get paid. It depends on if someone wants to drive me to Meijer, then back to WalMart. Of course, I could just cash my check at WalMart... Hmmm. Anyway.

I have a job!!!

Another job!

As a barista!

I'm so happy!!

So, you know how you can put in job application after application, and no one ever calls you back? Heh. I hate that! But I put in an application at Beaner's (coffee shop; they're soon changing their name to Biggby's... or they're in the process of it. Something.) yesterday, and I got a call today! I have an interview at 5:00, and I'm so excited.

I mean, I know that it's not gonna be the best place to work... the boss is kind of a dick, but the baristas seem really nice, so I think I can deal with it. Also, my job at Pier 1 is ending soon, and I need a permanent job. I've wanted to be a barista for a few years now. I think it'll be a good experience. Plus: coffee. *giggles* Coffee!

*is not caffeinated*

So much for kicking the new year off right. I didn't really do anything constructive yesterday... Well. I vacuumed the living room, and cleaned the litter box. But I didn't write, either in my journal, or for NaNoWriYe. I played a couple songs on Guitar Hero, but Chris's guitar is majorly annoying, so I gave up. I also gave up because Sam was playing 2-3 songs in a row instead of just one, and he spent about 5 minutes on the phone with his girlfriend, the game paused, which was annoying.

I'm in the middle of reading QC from the beginning. It's a really awesome webcomic; I don't know why I never bookmarked it.

I talked to both Taryn and Domi on the phone today. Dominique, that's my nickname for you, so you know. :P

Other than that... nada. Well. I also texted with Ava a bit.

And speaking of texts. I texted Jeff last night at 2 AM. I figured he'd be asleep, so I was expecting him to answer it tomorrow. Instead I get back a text "jeff is sleepin" from, I assume, his ex/baby's mama, who is quite hilariously jealous of me. I responded that Jeff usually doesn't answer his texts when he's sleeping and I would expect him to check them in the morning. She texted that she'd let him know; I said "Good." About three minutes later, she texted back "yea". Um... okay? You know how some people you just don't like? I just don't like her.

On to other subjects. My hair's almost long enough that I can clip it back  and it mostly stays. I wish I knew how to work bobby pins because I could make it look kind of cute. I'm just tired of having it in my face all the time.

Oh. I'm gonna start keeping a food journal. Of sorts. See what-all I eat and try to remove some of the more unhealthy bits. First entry: pizza and soda. :P And water, yay, because I'm thirsty.

Annnnd that's about all.

I'm still loving the pens that dream_weaver sent me a few months ago... but apparently I've used the red one the most because as I was trying to copy a URL onto paper, the ink was very light, I looked at the barrel and saw nothing -  there's only about an inch and a half of ink left in the cartridge, or whatever it's called. I'll probably use it up writing the next scene of my NaNo.
Sadly, the green and purple pens don't work as well as the rest of them, at least not when I'm writing in microscopic cursive. :P

I'm supposed to be doing research right now, finding out the different views held by China and America about embryonic cell research and their differences. It's really kind of hard, and I need 8+ sources for each! Ugh. What a waste of paper...
I also have to start my research papers for Sociology and History... I'm hoping to complete at least one of these papers this week (the one about embryonic cells doesn't count; it's due next week). Actually, the Soc paper might be due next week too. >.> That's definitely not good... I really should get on that!

And writing... ah, NaNo. How I love thee. How I hate thee. I only have ~11,000 words, and I should have double that. If I count what I wrote before I started over, I'd have ~19,000, but that's still not enough and I'm not really counting it. I need to write more. Hell, I need to type more! I really should be typing this... but I don't want to! I type all the time! 

Anyway... I really should print some more of these articles.

I hate that my brother can ruin a perfectly good mood without any effort whatsoever. It's like he sucks the happiness out of life. Here I am, happy, giggling, smiling, and here he comes, and when he leaves, I can't even force a smile. I don't even bother trying. What the hell is up with that? Why does he have to be like this?

I hate that I can go from happy to sad in two seconds. I hate that he's such a stubborn asshole and can't accept. "I don't know" as an answer to a question that I DON'T FUCKING KNOW THE ANSWER TO!!!

And. AND he has the nerve to whine at me over my writing medium. Who the fuck is he to question how I'm writing my novel? I need the computer while I'm handwriting, yes, so I can do word wars. Like I'm going to give myself carpal tunnel without a time limit. Also, I like to chat with other wrimos, as well as other people who I like, who I can't talk to because they live across the country, because I had to come back to fucking Michigan because of HIM. I can actually blame him for my living here. If it weren't for his idiocy, I'd be in Kentucky and my life would be a LOT different. For one, I wouldn't be freezing my ass off every other day, I would probably be working a half-way decent job and I'd be more than three-four weeks into it.

Not that I hate my life. I just hate that he's actually IN it. I don't like him as a person. I think he's a fucking moron. I think he could have been extremely successful, but then the drugs... which, who the FUCK gets into drugs when they have a perfectly good job, a fantastic apartment, and a gorgeous child to love and care for? A fucktard, that's who!

Anyway, I'm done. Thank you, Marius, for making me smile again. :)