| Is this my rainbow? |
[Sep. 21st, 2006|12:57 pm] |
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| | groggy | ] | Lately, I've been getting a lot of replies from careerbuilder.com....OMG. Like, MORE than Monster.com and better ones even....
I applied to another temp service since mine doesn't want to do much for me...and the job pays 12-13/hr compared to the one I'm working at 9/hr and not making a total 40 hour week ~_~
I'm getting connections to seeing a band, talking with them, and just, seeing how things run in a band-like environment. I also have been invited to play for a few hours every saturday in the noontime, and also found that there are some nifty rubber mesh heads and sticker pads I can place on the drums and cymbals to make them totally quiet, and more inexpensive than a thick plexiglass sound absorbing drum shield that wouldn't keep my neighbors from coming up and kicking my door down XD;;
I managed to get another light--same as last time, same pain in the ASS--and they had another blue cascading light marked down to 12.00, last one...so I grabbed it up. I already have one, but I can have two to help contrast that neat orange lamp I have. OMG. Lighting a place is the BOMB! And the whole effect of "OMG, there's LIGHT in here!" analogy. I mean really, that's how it is when you haven't had any real light in the place for like, 5 months XD; Or longer, depending on how you look at how my sitch was.
I wore makeup today---FEAR ME. I hadn't worn that shit for quite a while, y'all. I looked rather good. I just hardly wear it. But I felt quite showy, so I wore my nice jeans, dress shoes, and my black and white pin-striped shirt up to the temp service (that I'm trying to impress the hell out of, and so far I've been successful ^^; ), but today just to get a copy of my license up to them XD; Yay for dressing up and smelling my shirt up for a few lousy hours! Not.
Almost the weekend...DAMN. Well, I have a whole 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, and a bigass living room to steam clean the carpets of. Should prove to be loads of damn fun. But then, with that out of the way, I can fluff the carpet back to life, arrange shit, and get my place organized how I like it. BURGER QUEEN--Have it your way. Or mine, LOL. Of course mine. That next to having a very clean smell in the apartment and put up my lighting, and maybe find a mantle to install above the fireplace. This place disappoints me so far, but I haven't totally settled yet either. So we'll see. I spotted the Worthington's on Harris, but I highly doubt with them being luxury apartments they'd allow any pets. Well they might, I hadn't thought to ask, but they are so fucking nice---like a year long stay at the Hampton, but BETTER. Make your own damn breakfast but it's worth it.
SICK. I've not been feeling well. Upset stomach, pain in my ab, and headaches and nausea. That's been the past few days, I think I'm feeling better, somewhat. Today I felt like chucking, but hadn't been able to totally convince myself before I actually felt better. I hate that shit.
Chicken? I made some italian chicken, took a nice hot chicken breast (notice I used 'chicken' in front of breast, don't get ideas...) and taste-tested it and it was fucking GOOD. Only, I should have prodded the meat before I marinated it, it would have moistened it within also. Well, that's the mistake I always make on marinating anything. Next to overcooking it--I plead the 5th for being somewhat Irish that makes me do that. Well, just chicken....
I am HAPPY. I can finally tape shit on the cable channels....which means I won't have to miss much. Hooray for that. I taped some Fullmetal Alchemist the other night, so I'll be watching it. I wished I could find the other show I was looking for....oh well. I think it's in transition to the next season. Who the hell knows.
I am a good giver. I treated a special friend to one of those 1st true heads on IMVU from one of the best developers I believe in--Waltzing Mouse. I love her products...they are so goth and different and so realistic. So if you join, look her up will ya? She's worthy, trust me. Thus, also the creator of the 1st true heads to begin wit.
Enough of this baloney. Rock needs some sleep. Laters. |
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