Oh. My. God.

I'm about to start my LAST year of college.

I graduate in 9 months.

I'm going to be DONE with school.

I'm a senior.

I'm almost done.

EEP!

1. Yesterday afternoon, I finally called the video store to see what was up with the job. Jason told me they decided to promote from within, and that I didn't get it - sorry. So, I thanked him, hung up, and curled into a ball and sobbed for about 10 minutes. Not because I didn't get the job, but because of everything that's been happening. Then the phone rang - it was the catering company. They booked me for 12 days in september, with the promise of another 10 coming in the next couple of weeks. And they're all said to be at least 10 hour shifts. You do the math - 12 x 10 x $13 an hour. Basically, I'll be able to make rent, pay bills, and put some money away for a rainy day next month. Sooooo happy, and now I feel 100% better.

2. Picked up my paycheck today - turned out to be $150 more than I thought it was. Which means I can make rent *this* month, too. *whoot*

3. Did my Tarot last night - lets just say that there are good times a-coming.

4. I'm so excited that everyone's liking L2bL - it makes me happy. Although it also makes me giggle that there are so many speculations on what is coming next:)

5. Basically, I'm feeling a lot better than I have in a long time. So...*huge big hugs for everyone*

So, I'm actually in a good mood today. I went to check the mail today, and along with the new power cord for my lappy, there's an evelope from my mum. Inside was a check! *whoot* It looks like I'm going to be able to make rent afterall *knock on wood*. Not all that sure how I'm going to pay bills, but hey, at least I won't be homeless *knock on wood again*. It's amazing how much better that makes me feel. Whoever said money can't buy happiness obviously wasn't a poor schlub like me.

Also, now that I have my lappy back in working condition, Lean to be Lonely is going be getting back on track. And there may even be a new other suprise coming up soon - more on that at a later date.

In other news, G took me to see Skeleton Key the other night - absolutely fantastic. It's got my two thumbs up. Last night we rented Hide and Seek, and suprisingly I did like it (I'm in no way shape or form anything resembling a DeNiro fan - he bugs the hell out of me). I didn't think it was all that scary, but I liked it. About the creepiest thing in that movie was the little girl, though. That's the stuff that makes me not want children. *cringe* Two words, though? Pooooor kitty.

As for the nightmares? Still having them. Last night I dreamt I was a bottle of champage, and someone popped my head off like a cork. It shot around the room bouncing off walls and a couple chandeliers before finally landing in someone's crue de te. And the other night when I stayed ad G's, I was sleeping on the couch and she was on the floor. Apparently I was thrashing around and making wierd sounds enough that she had to get up and go in her room and shut the door. Seriously? I think I might be losing my mind. Where's a good free therapist when you need one, eh?

Anyway, I'm gonna scoot. Still got some stuff to take care of here, and then I'm headed home to figure out something for dinner. I'm thinking leftovers. I've got half a garlic-lover's pizza from Chicago's, two pork chops, half a meat loaf, and some sauteed fruit. Hrmm...Meetloaf and pizza? Hell yeah. And then it's going to be settling down for the night to read some more of and hopefully finish 1984 (which I'll so be commenting on once I finish). I promise, tomorrow I'll work on getting some more of L2bL up and responding to comments/emails. I hope.

That's not even including the cut-wrenching fear-inducing afraid to leave the bed waking up screaming from nightmares that have been keeping me up pretty much all night every night. We're talking dreams like giant snakes eating me alive, nests of spiders in my nose hatching and eating me alive, falling down wells and dieing of thirst, being stoned to death, staked, stabbed, shot, poisoned and caught fire to.

And one wierd dream where I'm a vampire slayer and the big bad is a giant pair of shoes going around and stomping people to death, and the last thing I see is a size 500 Sketcher coming down on me.

Have I mentioned how not well I am right now?

And in a city, or at the very least, Chicago, that means everyone has gone CRAZY! Seriously, it took me 30 min to drive to DePaul just now - it's normally a 7 minute drive. It's not because there's more traffic, it's because there is dumber traffic. Everyone loses their mind - pedestrians included. Instead of using crosswalks, to avoid the rain, they'll leapfrog accross busy streets from awning to awning. Like I said, crazy.

Still haven't heard from the video store - I'm getting worried. And because I don't know protocol in these situations, I'm not sure what to do - do I call them? Do I wait another week and then call? Or do I just cash in my chips and fold? Either way, I need a job. NOW.

Speaking of jobs - I've got one at the Adler in an hour. Normally a 20 minute drive, but I should probably go now, and I'll still be late. Not sure how LSD is during the rain (That's Lake Shore Drive for you non-locals). On the other hand, though? It's not a bajillion degrees outside, which makes me happy. Not to mention, I just plain love rain. No storms, yet, but it's supposed to for the next three days. *whoot*

Love y'all.

Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 6/?
Author: chocgood84
Rating: NC-17 for brief violence and sexual content
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Author’s Note: Yes, I am aware that the timeline is a little screwed up and that Giles didn’t own the Magic Box until after Adam and after Dawn arrived. But in my reality, who’s Dawn? Adam what? Also, a huge spanking thanks to kitty_poker1 for being my official L2BL beta.
Disclaimer: These character’s aren’t mine, never were; I don’t get any profit for this hobby, so don’t sue – Thanks.
Warning: Brief violence, nudity, and hetero and homo sexual content and situations. And some h0t man-luvin.

( Chapter 6 here )

Interview in ONE HOUR, people!

Damn, I look good today. I mean, REAL good. The kinda good that's *too* good to waste at home on a Thursday night. Depending on whether or not I actually get this job, I'm thinking a celebration is in order - for the job *and* for how good I look today.

Eep! One hour!

Cripes, I'm nervous for no reason - it's not like I've never interviewed for a job before and it's not like I really actually *need* this job, but holy hell it would be nice if I got it. Like really nice; SOOPER nice, even.

I want a new tattoo. Hrmm...

ONE HOUR!!!

Alright. I had this big whole post ready to go in my head, but now it's not wanting to come out, so I'll just use my talanted summarization skills to give a run down of why my life is wierd.

1. Work the other day was a wedding and reception for two lesbian women. They were quite possibly the biggest hanus bitches I've ever seen in my whole life. I was torn between congratulating them and telling them how proud I was and what a great thing they were doing, or ripping out their hair and spilling red wine on their pant suits. This was the same party in which a guest grabbed my ass while simultaneously knocking over my tray of glasses and in which the porky bridesmaid knocked me over while she was making a beeline for the Crystal. Wh0re. Incidently, this was the same porky bridesmaid (there were two of them) who later mistook my shoe for the lady's room and threw up on it.

2. I have an interview this week for a position working at a video store. Knock on wood and cross your fingers, people. This would be twice the money coming in and allow me some nice spending money. Hence, there would be internet.

3. Also at work the other day, I was asked out by a drag queen. He asked if I had a lover and I told him: yes.

4. Wound up going to Gentry last night, the piano bar at the end of my block. I think it's my new favorite place. Alma, the woman who was singing last night, was amazing and kept coming over to our table and making sure we were having fun and taking requests and stuff. And then at the end of the night, the *gorgeous* cocktail waiter gave me a huge hug and asked if I was doing anything Saturday night. Indeed I am, damn job, but he wants me to meet him there after I get off work. Could this be a potential? What's the consensus?

5. There is no five, actually. I'm running out of battery and I need to go eat. Sooooo...

peace.