But, I Digress

Oh right I have this blog thing that I do sometimes.

Quick updates:  I'm so sorry Diedre, I totally would have come and visited you and bought awesome pointless dinosaur fossils that I don't need but really want but I seem to have spent the entire weekend working and being ridiculously tired (and being kinda passive-aggressed at but kinda ignoring it.)  I don't have a reason for not calling you back, I'm just a jerk, ha!
Also I still don't have any money so it's probably better that I didn't go buy awesomefossils.

I like working at Petco except for the part where I'm paid minimum wage.  Also the part where sometimes there isn't anything to do.  Or when a dog backs off the table cause it's stupid and people are watching.  At least it wasn't their dog, but it was still all "wtf is wrong with you, dog!?"

The VCA emergency clinic called me back last ...Friday?  Maybe? Like six months after I put in an application?  Okay?
So anyway, I have an interview for Thursday after my job, cause I'm totally going to try this two job night/day job thing and hope I don't die horribly.  VCA wants me as a fill-in more than anything else right now, for when people are sick or want the night off or whatever which is both cool and not-cool.  I mean, it's awesome cause I get experience and I don't have to work like 1am-8am every day or something, but it's not awesome because not having a steady schedule there means I can't like quit Petco or anything and I hope they don't go "no you can't have the next day off cause you're working from 1am-8am that day, sucks for you!"  Because then I'm gonna have to like, quit and not have a steady job (but one that pays like twice as much!)  Anyway, with my luck they won't hire me anyway and I don't have to figure out how the hell I'm going to sleep through dad when I can't sleep even when I actually kinda share his schedule.

Spent too long dress shopping with Chris's mom (and Chris though he wasn't really "there") even though I have dresses I could wear to his cousin's wedding and they didn't have anything I was like "oh, yeah, that one!" and the only one I kinda liked was $80 and you know what, if I'm going to spend $80 I'd rather have gone to see Diedre and get pointlessawesomefossils instead cause I'm bad at being a girl.  I was like, "I already have at least five dresses (that I like that I already spent money on) that I never get to wear and this dress is cute but eh polka dots and eh it's navy and I already have a dark blue dress thankyouverymuch."  I kinda wish Chris had a sister so I wouldn't be the target of all this "I always wanted a girl and you will wear what I like you to wear in a this-is-not-really-a-request-tone-of-voice."
I always was a tomboy, and while I've become less tomboyish over the years, I'm pretty sure I will never be "girly."

Dad doesn't realize that I can hear him through the wall and the open hallway and he's passive-aggressing about me again, haha.  I can be passive-aggressive too, watch!  At least I remembered his birthday.

Man, I wanna move out.  Not living at home for two years and then moving back in really sucks.


Oh right, a week or two ago Chris and I went to Schlitterbahn Galveston.  It was okay, but not nearly as awesome as the original.  Too many body slides, which I'm not fond of.  Though they do apparently close off part of the park and heat it for winter hours which I find amazing.  Also, it's worth it if you want to do nothing but BoogieBahn all day since the line is like 15 minutes long instead of a couple hours.  (Sidenote:  I kinda suck at it.)

Rapture (al)Ready?

It's funny how I hadn't really heard that the Rapture was to begin (the world will end?) today until sometime last week.

News to me.

What entertains me the most is a church's billboard on the way to work: "If you're still here, come to mass Sunday!"

If you know me, you probably know that I don't hold much with visions and prophecies and literal interpretations of the Bible, because it's all filtered through people, and people are typically batshit insane.  I may be a heretic, or a heathen, or just a terrible person, but I also know that there have been no fewer than 13 predictions of the exact time and date of the Rapture (even though the Bible says it cannot be known and will not be known until you're kinda in it.)

Maybe the end times will be prefaced by natural disaster and impending war, but be honest: how often has human history, even for a brief stretch of time, been without natural disaster and impending war?

For all I know, the end of the world happened in the Dark Ages and the rest of us just didn't notice (or chose to believe we were worthy enough to be taken up in the Rapture.)  Or apparently, according to Preterists, around 70 AD.

It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.

Random Title!

A few weeks ago, Chris got pulled over for speeding literally right outside his driveway.  It was epically entertaining.  (I had the joy of sitting in the passenger seat and refraining from making snarky comments.)

Why is leather always billed as "buttery soft?"  I don't think I want it to feel like I picked up a stick of squishy oily butter with my bare hands...  Not to mention this Levenger catalog uses it for literally every leather item they have.  Cut and paste ahoy!

So after 7 months of being jobless and almost a year of actually actively looking for a job, I finally have become a wage slave at Petco.  At least, though, my job is pretty much petting dogs all day (with a brush,) so as far as wage slavery goes, not bad, and I could potentially make more than my wages in commission.  Which is good cause wage slave wages suck.
I'm starting to think I can only be hired in May.  I mean, before the shelter I'd been looking for a couple months and then I was hired like halfway through May after a couple days of the position being open, and then this time I was looking for 11 months and then suddenly a day after I apply at Petco they hire me...in May.  It's weird, is all I'm saying.  Sorry for lengthy bout of non-postingness, but it seems to be a blog-related disease, as none of the other blogs I read post regularly anymore.

The War on Jasmine and Recommendation Letters

So, for the past couple of days, I've been fighting my mother's arch-enemy mano a... vine...o.  This stuff is like the Texas version of kudzu...wait a second, I'm going to make sure it actually isn't kudzu... I don't think it is, but it might as well be.  If you don't know what it is, it's that stuff that grows at the mall, but they have the advantage of actually keeping it down.  My parents planted it forever ago and kept up with it for a while, but in the past few years it's gotten absolutely everywhere and mom says I'm not doing anything but sitting at the house (which is true, I suppose, but still,) so I might as well be out killing her nemesis.  The actual work part isn't too bad, but wrestling this stuff out of the trees is absolutely exhausting.  I am sore in the weirdest places from trying to not fall over when I finally get it out of the tree (namely, my bum.  My arms are sore too, but that's expected.)  Funny thing is, the jasmine has actually gotten thicker in a lot of places than the 10 foot tall bush it's growing on. =/

Dad is "helping" as usual; he watched me and mom pulling it out of the ground for a bit yesterday, and said, "You know if you don't get the roots out, it's not going to do anything," which sounded more like, "Totally not worth the effort guys, lol."  Best part is the section I cleared yesterday could be easily taken care of with the mower, he just never bothers to mow there.  So today I got to rake everything out of the area and bag it and pull the roots out by hand as best I can, because that seems to be the most efficient way to do it.

I moved on to the vines providing a nice canopy over the bushes (I hadn't realized quite so much of it was actually jasmine, now that I notice the bushes are looking kinda sparse,) and dad came out and watched me for about ten minutes.

Aaaalways waaatching...

He then asked if I was planning on clearing the whole fenceline, and decided cutting the bushes down will somehow help me.  I mean, yeah, I guess it'll help, but it'll also make the yard look like shit.  But that's dad for you.  I think I need to convince him that I'd rather have the shade than super easy weed-pulling...

In other news, Dr. Athreya has agreed to write a recommendation letter for me because I was a strong student.  Whoop!  Also she must live on her email because she responded in less than an hour, which I was not expecting at all.

Seriously, I nearly cried with joy/relief.  Now just waiting for the other professors to reply and probably bugging Dr. Grant too...
Must...find...courage...to ask for favors...

Dogs and Jobs

I think Jock had a stroke or something today.  He's listing to one side like a poorly laden sailboat and can't really stand up at all anymore.  So I guess it's time for a euthanasia appointment, and I really shouldn't be this sad about it.  I was going to complain that my dogs are dying too close together, but then I realized it's been almost a year since Max died and that's not long enough.  We'll see what Dr. Young thinks about it, but I think Jock's quality of life took a nosedive.

In other news, I might be moving up to be a squatter (not really) in my grandparents' house very soon.  Yay job (maybe) and money, boo long distance relationship (again) and probably not being able to go be extremely nerdy at the card shop, which is like my only social activity.

It's awesome cause D&D was canceled last night, which may have been my last chance to go.  Woo.

(Sorry for all the short posts lately.)

EDIT:  We had Jock put to sleep; his right eye was shrunken and probably would have gotten infected, and since he's old and dehydrated we just went with it.

The Borgias

I don't know if it's because I've played too much Assassin's Creed, or if it's because it's full of Jeremy Irons, but I am so stoked for this.

Photophobic

So dad's currently jamming out in the kitchen to a certain 90's era boy band that I forgot he actually...likes...all un-ironically and everything.  He's also improvising his own percussion accompaniment utilizing his hands and various everything around the kitchen.  Thankfully he doesn't know the words, because I really don't think I can handle my dad singing "I want it that way" anywhere in my vicinity.  Dad's like the anti-hipster, he only likes popular stuff ten years after everyone hates it.

In other, totally unrelated news, mom just handed me a book about migraines because she wants me to be more sympathetic or something.  Oh, mom, I'm not unsympathetic, my caustic sarcasm is merely a byproduct of my intense worry for your general health.
Anyway, this book tells me that you can have migraines without the headache bit (kinda a non-sequitur if you ask me,) and that these are called migraine equivalents.  This made me think back to a couple weeks ago when I was taking care of Diedre's dogs and had to invade someone's driveway because I had an attack of severe photosensitivity, as I have on a few other occasions (like at midnight while being driven back home from my grandmother's house--good thing I couldn't drive yet.)  I know, I'm always photosensitive, but sometimes it's like I'm staring into the sun and I literally can't keep my eyes open because it hurts so bad (even when the sun clearly isn't out, see above.)
This symptom is, at least, fairly infrequent; usually it's something about the outside light and my glasses, or if I just woke up and turned on the light or went outside.  Occasionally, it's happened after about ten minutes of playing video games (with my glasses on, but not always the same pair has done it, so I don't know what's up with the glasses thing.)  The weird thing is, it's not right when I step outside or whatever, it takes a few minutes to kick in and make me want to gouge out my eyes, which is how I get halfway down the road before aughing.  At any rate, it has occurred to me that these might actually be migraines, or rather, "migraine equivalents."  Well...shit.
Hopefully, I'm wrong, but I'm not sure what I'd rather my photophobia-that-goes-away-in-a-few-minutes was instead, so maybe not so hopefully.

Take home message here is, stop shining shit in my eyes, and yes I'm totally serious.  They're very broken, okay?