I AM NOT DEAD!!!

I'm just not very interesting lately, either.

Since graduation, I've been looking for/applying for jobs, but no one wants to hire me. Yet. So most of my days are spent lolling about the house, walking to the library, and occassionally typing.

( I'm working on converting fanfiction novella... )

Well, I just wanted to update and let you guys know I'm still here. I am. I'm just...restricted to one hour of internet time at the library because we STILL don't have the internet at home. I really need to get my own place. And as soon as someone hires me and I have money for rent I'll go get one. I love my family, but seriously? At almost 23, I am not having fun sharing a pink, Hello Kitty room with teeny-bopper magazine photos of Disney Channel cookie-cutter stars staring at me from every available surface. Help! Please! Anybody need a roommate?

I'm clearly insane. Let me tell you why:

On the day of my graduation (Saturday, May 10th) I was all set to get ready, be pretty, and go. Had a nice dress all picked out. Had my cap and gown hung and near at hand, it was all good.

10:20 AM--I can't find the little instruction thingy that had my place number in line on it. I looked for oven an hour, checked through the trash and recycling bins, called upon the powers of lost items, but to no avail. Now, a sane person would shrug and go, "Oh well. It happens. No big deal." *goes to get ready* But do I do this?

No.

I am convinced--morally, ethically, spiritually convinced--that they will not let me walk at graduation if I do not have this stupid piece of blue paper that says my place in line and what gate I am supposed to enter at. There are tears and panicked text messages to my mother. The graduates are supposed to be at the stadium and in line by 12:30. At 12:00 I am dressed in jeans and a tee, my curly hair that I thought to straighten now dried into unruly spirals, and I'm lying face-down on my bed in despair. Then I decide to just suck it up, get dressed, and even if they don't let me walk, I can at least be there to support my friends, right?

Of course, you know what happened, right? I get there, cap and gown in hand, miserable and penitant, go to one of the coordinating professors, and present myself, fully prepared to grovel and cry. With a blithe smile, he directs me to my place in line and promptly leaves. I'm safe. Of course I was. I'm an idiot. *face...palm*

So, all went well. I'm a bachelor of fine arts with a degree in creative writing, I'm looking for a job, and I have a cold. Well, nothing's perfect.

I graduate tomorrow at 1:30.

O.O

okay. I can do this.

Anita Blake + crazywriterchic = happy girl

Book 16 comes out the 27th!!!!!!!

Plus:

I want the comics soooooooooooooooooo bad!!!!!!!!! Esp. FIRST DEATH. Me want! Me want!!!


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HAPPY EARTH DAY!!!

A 5.4 earthquake had it's epicenter 40 miles NW of Evansville at 4:36 this morning. It was crazy! I woke up feeling my bed shaking, which, I remember thinking, was making my butt shake. And then I heard the door rattling. I think I knew what it was because I remember thinking that maybe I should go stand in the door way. Then my roommate--voice sleepy-slurred--says "It's an earthquake."

I've never felt one before! I mean, supposedly I've lived through previous ones, but not that I remember, and not that I ever felt. I think I would remember that. This one I felt. It's so weird. I forget sometimes that the Midwest is on a fault line. Well, I'll remember from now on!

UPDATE: A little after 10:00 (:15- :20) we had an aftershock. My Advanced Exposition class talked our prof into having class outside in the plaza when all of a sudden I felt the concrete bench I was sitting on start to move. We're having construction on campus this year, so I thought for a minute it was as a result of something they were doing over there, but it lasted for a couple of seconds before I looked over at one of my classmates and asked, "Do you feel that, too?"

She nodded.

And then everyone went, yup! That's an aftershock. In the words of Alice, one of the girls in class, "Yay! That was my earthquake virginity!" Apparently she slept through the big one at 4:30, so by her logic, it was like being drunk when you loose your real virginity; it doesn't count.

Volun-tagged by miamadwyn

1. Grab the book closest to you.
2. Open it on page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Copy the next three sentences into your blog.
5. Tag five people.

"We muse talk low," he said, "Or some one'll hear us an' wonder what's to do in here."
"Oh! I for got!" said Mary feeling frightened and putter her hand quickly against her mouth.
The Secret Garden
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

If you want to play, go for it. No pressure.

I really, really want to read a Sabrina, the Teenage Witch fic featuring Sabrina and Salem.

I really, really do.

I could write one.

But I don't have time/inclination/attention span.

Sigh.

I won for the first time!!! Wooot!!!

DODGEBALL was on FX today. Just got over about 15 minutes ago. This is the first time I'd seen it, but I have been keeping up with toxic_corn and nutmeg610's crack!verse BSC/Daybreak/Lost/Dr. Who/Heroes/Dodgeball crossover stories, so I knew I had to watch it for Pirate Steve. Just to see, ya know.

My one thought that truly sticks out in my mind is the scene at the impromptu carwash. Pirate Steve/Alan Tudyk. Sans shirt. I actually had to sit down. Grinning. Giggling. Yum.