Well, now what? (Or: Why I Fail As A Blogger)

Now that the videos are all done and caught up, I have no idea what I am going to do to fill the time in between my posts. I mean, yeah I still have the book blog (which is slowing down because I haven't been reading) and the shitty 80's horror movies, but that's still a lot of down time.

I suppose I can just start some random rant posts, like real bloggers do sometimes, where I talk about things that are going on and get them all out of my head and into the open so that people can ignore them more aggressively.  It's a lot easier to ignore things when they are stuck trapped in my head than it is when they are wondering free on the internet where any random click could take you to the blog of an overweight, broke, unemployed girl whines about her circumstances and also talks about movies and shows no one cares about.

NO LINK IS SAFE FROM THE BLOGS OF THE DESPERATELY DULL AND MILDLY INSANE!

Some part of me wants to make this like a diary of things that happen to me in my everyday life... but then I think about al the stuff that actually happens (see: nothing) and then realize that even if I compacted a whole week into one entry, it would still not be long enough to warrant posting. My life is decidedly boring.

OH! I royally fucked up my back last week! We can talk about that!

I slipped on some ice in the driveway (because I'm graceful like that. Also: WTF Mississippi?!) and wrenched (torqued?) my hips out of alignment. I got right back up, walked it off, and preceded to forget about it because at the time it didn't hurt and I thought I was fine. I was not.  About 3 days later (the fun and exciting day of my birthday that went horribly, horribly wrong) I could not stand up straight and could not walk.  Two days after that, I had to crawl to the bathroom, because anything even RESEMBLING horizontal was a no-no.  Finally got a ride from my sister to the coast (where my former chiropractor is located) who told me that I was fucked and then excruciating pain followed as he tried to get my spine in alignment again.

FUN!

As of today, I can actually stand up straight and walk again (albeit slowly) but it still hurts like a bitch at any other time (like sitting, or lying down). How messed up is it that LYING DOWN is one of the most painful things in the universe? I don't even have those fun and exciting pain-dampening narcotics to get me through tossing and turning in bed at night. Le sigh.

It's a good thing I can actually walk because I have another interview on Wednesday and I really don't want to miss it, plus it would really suck to have to hobble in there.  But, on the bright side, I'm keeping an open mind about this place (ANYTHING has got to be better than last week's escapade) and I also get to stay with my bestie while I'm up in Jackson.

I feel as if there is Jack Daniels and L.A. Noir in my near future.

Shitty Birthday to Me *WITH BONUS VIDEO*

I went home for the weekend to spend some time with my parents for my birthday.

It was nice.

We went out to eat (I had some great fried eggplant and pasta), we sat around and just chilled.  My mom made me a Brian from Family Guy...

It was a good weekend.

And then it was Monday.

I should have known what to expect. I had been there before interviewing for a different position and some part of my brain that wants to remain optimistic thought that it would be different this time and less taxing. I was wrong. I hate driving. I especially hate driving long distances by myself. Even though I had been there once before, it was still unknown territory for me and that always raises my anxiety levels.  

Since I relied heavily on my phone's GPS, it ran the battery out quicker than normal so I dared not play games while I was waiting to be called in.  Hearing the other people talk, it was very clear how things worked there and I knew from almost the moment I walked in that I wasn't getting the job.  Still, some part of me knew that if I just walked out like I wanted to, heads would turn and whispers would come out. So I stayed.

I was uncomfortable (I decided to put in an effort and wore an outfit that made me feel like I was cutting off the circulation to my torso) and the weather had gotten colder and I had no jacket. I felt inadequate and out of place.

People wonder why I never go out and have a life and do things... It's because it feels like THAT all of the time for me.

But I stuck it out. Went in to the interview, tried to smile and make nice with a little small talk, and answered their questions. It took about 5 minutes. Very anti-climactic end to a really elaborate build-up of shit.

And then I had to drive some more. This time, with the thoughts of how depressing this birthday has been while I sit in my car, still cold and uncomfortable, and do the drive of shame back home.

My sister was nice enough to take me out to dinner (we had planned to go out Wednesday, but she knew I needed it sooner) with my nephew. It helped to get my mind off things. Then we just watched TV and laughed over stupid things.

It was a really nice end to a shitty day.

So now I'm a year older with nothing to show for it. *shrug* But, what else is there to do?