Thanksgiving

The informational interview went very well. I have a good grasp on what life is like in Scansoft and he will forward my email to a speech scientist working there. I owe him a thank you note.

In other news, I spent work being overwhelmed. I want a job that not only provided for me, but Sivan too. I want to see the Carengie Hall concert without missing too many days of work, but getting to work from NYC will require me leaving at 2am. I can only get tuition reimbursement for training for a job in the branch I am working at, but QA analyst requires two more years of experience and tech staff . . .I wonder what positions they have. Maybe I will interview a QA analyst and see if experience outside of the company can count. I also have to see when my quarterly review will be done.

The job research/search thing is taking time away from my writing. I wonder if I should schedule time next week only for writing or hold off until I get more pay or another job.

On a personal note, is it me, or are people who I assumed 'don't like me that way' coming out of the woodwork and flirting with me? I don't mind at all. It makes me feel better since my plan of meeting up with people before or after the Carengie Hall concert fizzled out apparently.

( proposal idea )

( girly whining )

Oh look, sunny day with good breeze. I checked in with my Mass Rehab person, finished a story and wrote a song. I still have to do my resume for her, which is why I called for an appointment. Motivation,really.

I am not as squeezed for cash as I thought, or at least I can handle things until my next pay day.

So I did the wait in line to get my sister the new Harry Potter thing. At least I met up with people I knew, had some Butterbeer, and heard the major plot points of GoF (which I haven't read yet).

Oh, I read four chapters on it on the way home. When my sister is finished, I am reading the rest.

Oh and a poll for you.

[Poll #148590]

fuschia has some questions for me.

1) What fairy tale character do you most identify with, and why?

Used to be Cinderella, since I was so held down. Right now? Maybe the mute and dumb son or daughter that ends up completing the quest.

2) If you could spend an hour talking with any fictional character, who would you choose?

Actually not fictional characters, but I wanted to walk into Coming Home to Jerusalem and talk to the people Wendy Orange did. Sometimes to hug them, sometimes to smack them.

3) Do you believe in love at first sight -- why or why not?

Not really. Lust at first sight, sure, the weird feeling that this person might understand me. But love takes much more time than that.

4) What is one decision you've made in your life that did not work out the way you wanted it to, but that you're glad you made, anyway?

Making the decision to go to an all-girls' Catholic school wasn't quite what I was expecting at 14, but it did make me comfortable with the amount of work I did in college and made me talk to more people.

5) What accomplishment are you most proud of?

I am more into being proud of continuing processes. Graduating college after much hard work is one, though.

I got sick this morning. Let's say that pizza and beer went the wrong way down. I blame more the pizza. I managed to be coherant when talking to people on-line last night, albeit slow as hell.

So, I had to bail on Masushko (Harvard Square)and maybe Conrad (movies) because I am not certain how steady I am. I tend to be paranoid when something is slightly wrong with me. Except pain. I seem to try to tough it out.

I did finish "Illusion to Illusion" a few days ago, and I'll try to do "Stringless Puppet," improvising the lyrics (lost them a while back). I'll type the short story with my original characters soon. Maybe another story, using second-person narration.

Maybe I'll just plot ways to save the world in my own way. Or just give more reasons why maybe I should reconsider this religion thing.

( Peace through televised violence )

Last night I treated my brother to dinner. Sunday I slept too late.

So I found that walking from the Garment District to Second Coming is thirty minutes, give or take stops to have dinner, buy a money order and browse. That's good to know, since I am starting small as far as this 'live better' thing. Thirty minutes of walking, less sugar. Okay, still need to work on the less sugar bit.

I feel less embarrassed. I still need to print a poem for a late Mother's Day gift, though I had a weird dream exageratting family dynamics. Maybe another time.

I found out I know riba_rambles. Then again, I tend to be slow on clue.

And there is a weird little homoerotic monster movie brewing in my head. I will have to figure how to keep it to one post.

I am also re-writing a short story about three women. Instead of third person omniscient, I will write from the viewpoint of the center of this, Violetta and what led her to make the bad choices she made.

Next up, get new pants and summer business-casual clothes, call a bill collector. And darn it all, the chains don't seem to sell Nightbreed on DVD.

Overheard:

"Ben Franklin was a Founding Father?"
[impatient] "Yes!"
"And he invented electricity?"
"He discovered it."
"So he was, like, an All-Star?"

I bought four new CDs and am trying to read Imajica

Oh and a poem I wrote about trees and my childhood:

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My fandom icons I'd like to do:

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So, there was this loud argument about the value of college on the train home.

Random Woman: "Would you shut up? No one cares!"
Drunken Moron: "This is PUBLIC transportation! You get to hear from the PUBLIC!!"
Me: "You're not the public, you're some drunk."
Drunken Moron: "Shut up you fat four-eyed bitch! You fucking geek wanting to get home!"

According to him, he's 25, with the insult range of an 11-year-old.

Tomorrow, I will record my songs on the rough voice demo, called "Trival," "Stringless Puppet," "Illusion to Illusion" and "Maya."