People always say
Girl, you are in too deep
But I'm not afraid to chase my dreams,
Just me and my stories

And no one may ever know
The feelings inside my mind
'Cause all of the lines I ever write
Are running out of time

So maybe I should get a nine to five
But I don't want to let it go, there's so much more to life

Tell me that I’ve got it wrong
Tell me everything will be okay
Before I fall
Tell me they'll read my lines
Tell me they'll feel the words I say
When darkness falls
All of the stars will see
Just me and my stories

I'm sure that I'll find my way
'Cause I'm not afraid to try
Even a world of love and hope can't guarantee that prize

So maybe I should get a nine to five
But I don't want to let it go, there's so much more to life

Tell me that I've got it wrong
Tell me everything will be okay
Before I fall
Tell me they'll read my lines
Tell me they'll feel the words I say
When darkness falls
All of the stars will see
Just me and my stories

Me and my stories...

And it's only fair that if I'm going to co-opt his lyrics, you should hear the original:

Mood contemplative Tags: late night musings, whatever i'm a temp, writing, yes i'm a youtube addict

(The above is French for "My time will come." I reworked it from something Anne Boleyn wrote in her prayer book. I'm thinking of making it a secondary heraldic motto. Maybe work in an armillary sphere somehow, seeing as she doodled it next to the note...)

So Lauren got a job yesterday. Shannon used to be a courtesy clerk at the grocery store down the street, and she got promoted, which left an opening, so Lauren applied. She ended up getting hired at the location across town, though.

I'm being supportive and happy for her, but still a little bitter. We're all hard workers (that good old German/Protestant work ethic), but I've been trying for 2 years to get a steady job, and Lauren nails it on her first try.

Of course, the difference is that I'm getting labelled "overqualified" for the kinds of jobs Lauren's perfect for (being a college student and with little experience), and I have to resort to "playing for higher stakes," aka most likely an office job. As in, the people who aren't hiring right now. So, yeah, I've been temping for two months straight, but this most recent temp job has been a week at a time, and I'd like a little more job security. (Actually, it's a little aggravating, since the workload is dwindling, and I assumed this would be my last week, but nope - one more week. At least.) Plus the three of us have all decided to save up for a trip to London. I would be so much more bitter if they got to go and I couldn't. (I'm the rampant Anglophile in the family. My room's decor theme is London.)

Hence the Anne Boleyn paraphrase. Last year was such an annus horribilis, to borrow the term (meaning "horrible year," possibly coined by Queen Elizabeth II when she described 1992, in which three of her children's marriages dissoved - the fourth not being married yet - and Windsor Castle burned down), and I was hoping 2010 would be its opposite, annus mirabilis ("wondeful year," which EIIR did not coin). The year so far has been great - lots of temp work and grand adventures - but I really want that last cog in the wheel: a steady job.

But I have hope. My time is coming. I mean, with the other four people in my house now constantly employed, it's gotta be my turn sometime! I was getting frustrated with the whole job hunt thing. But now I'm determined.

Mon temps viendra.

***
On a completely unrelated note, I have to go to a family reunion tomorrow all centered around the one crazy branch of my family aka the one with all the fighting - the one where we can go down the list and say "Yeah, she definitely won't be coming." Poor Nana - I don't think she sees her relatives much, but it's not her fault her side of the family is all crazy. Shannon and I will most likely be the only twenty-somethings there (My dad's favorite cousin has two kids our age, but they're married now and not coming. They were smart.) I'm hoping to sneak out to Old Navy at some point during the day. If I don't survive, tell 'em I went down fighting. And I took as many of them down with me as I could.

Sigh.

And I'm going to bed now, I swear.

Mood tired Tags: argh, job hunt, late night musings, things i can't say on facebook, work

Aimee (gonzo1385) told me I should update, so...

A couple of days ago, I was watching Riverdance: Live in New York City, one of my favorite things to watch and one of the DVDs I'm most jazzed about owning, mostly because I just stumbled upon it in FYE. (The next one will be The Middleman - once my DVD set arrives, that is.) Anyway, even though I've seen it about 100 times - many times on VHS on the only TV we had, much to the chagrin of my mom and sisters, who hate it, and my dad, who introduced me to it but only mildly tolerates my fan-ness - I still get a thrill out of watching it.

( And then that's when it hit me. )

Mood contemplative Music Midnight Kiss - Gaelic Storm Tags: late night musings, randomness is next to godliness

If this works, I would like the title "Total Genius" to be officially added to my name. Y'know, post-nominal style, like "Diana, Princess of Wales."

Not long after I got my daybed, one of the crossbars of the frame (that keeps the springy net from sagging) came unwelded (it had obviously been repaired, then come undone). Every so often it'll move a fraction of an inch, and if left unchecked, could cause an unwelcome surprise when the mattress sags a bit. I've put up with it for so long, until tonight.

Right now it's being held together with aluminum foil, saran wrap, and some scotch tape, and the bar can't move. (Very much.) It totally works for now, and I'm feeling really proud of myself. I just hope it holds up.

Mood accomplished Tags: late night musings, randomness is next to godliness

Looks like I have a use for this journal after all...

For your enjoyment, I give you the reason I couldn't sleep last night.