1 - There's not much to blog bout when all you do is read all day, every day.
1A - It turns out there is a limit to how much time I can spend reading in a day before I want to gouge my eyes out with boredom. Granted, it's probably at least five times higher than the average person's limit, but it still exists.
2 - I always forget how cathartic crying/screaming/ranting/venting/punching things/throwing things can be. That's probably a good thing though, since if I did it more often, it might lose some of the efficacy. Ergo, the Happy Mormon Face is back on. "Oh no, there's nothing we need you to help us with right now, since we both know you have neither a million dollars to spare nor a job to give me, so I just won't say anything." I feel like a bit of a hypocrite, but at least no feathers are ruffled. I think that whole situation is best described here.
3 - I am officially giving up . . . sort of. I plan to keep putting in applications, but at the same time accepting the fact that I will never hear from anyone looking to hire me. Lowered expectations = met expectations = fewer disappointments. And then, when I actually do get a call, I'll be pleasantly surprised. One can only hope that I will also be able to appreciate the irony of the fact that that call will be coming three days before we finally move away from Logan. Because we all know that's how it's going to play out.
4 - We were at the mall the other day looking into maybe selling some movies. Apparently Hallmark is closing up shop. Insert Lacey looking on the bright side: if they'd actually called me and hired me, I may have had a steady job for six months but I wouldn't have one now. (Don't look too close, that bright side just might blind you!)
4A - The hole where Waldenbooks used to be finally got filled. When? I have no idea. So naturally I didn't apply there. Maybe I should wander aimlessly around the mall pretending I have money more often.
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Why can't grown-ups curl up and watch Sesame Street all day? Life would be so much easier.