I come with a disclaimer:

Unfortunately, normalcy kind of sucks.

Justin appears to kind of be coming around again.
I don't really have a good reason to push him away.
He's been through a lot and he might have learned something.
Who knows.

I'm not jumping back in.
But it's nice to have someone to hang with, you know?
Someone who doesn't have children... or wedding planning.
Or man drama.
Or woman drama...

He does have work drama though... and I heard all about that last night.

As I said yesterday, I've sent in an application to a "commercial printer" looking for "any experience level."
*crosses fingers... again*

It'll probably be sucktastic, but whatever.
I should go in to Wayne's and find out if they're really looking for part-time servers.
'Cause maybe I could waitress for a little while.

The "Now Hiring" sign might be super old though...

My nose is still disgusting and stuffy. No pain or anything, just unbelievable stuffy in the morning.
I have more deliveries to do this morning, so I guess I'll hop on that and while I'm out, buy myself a drink.
So I can take my Tylenol cold.
So I'm hopefully not sick by Sunday.

So... Justin got his final grades. He did really well. He's really happy and I'm really happy for him.
He kind of busted his ass for them this semester. He's just got to  keep it up over the summer and in the fall and spring.

Anyway... he told me I should see his photos from Gettysburg...
He's taking forever to get them uploaded or something. Geez.

Anyway... I am still capable of happiness. I thought you guys might like to know this.
And I'm sorry I've been so cranky. I'll get over myself here shortly.

I thought it was cool that I got a 40% off coupon from Borders.
Well, actually, that's not the cool part. Seeing as I am potentially very poor, I am not going to be able to use it.

However, the Weepies was on the list of CDs they were advertising.
See:

Weepies

I am incredibly lame.
& I know this is incredibly pointless.
But I was really digging them this morning and this is the only part of my life that is "fun."

So, Lynne got a call.
Bath and Body Works -- for a reference check.
I'm not really excited, but it would be a job to hold me over for a bit.

So... well, whatever.
*sigh*

Excitement is nowhere to be found. This sucks.
I am so bored... I just want to escape from life for a little. Maybe see a movie... or have a meaningless, random makeout.

Thank god I don't have sex, otherwise, I'd probably just want some random, meaningless sex.

*double sigh*
It's raining. I have to go outside and run a delivery sometime soon.
Also... Have I mentioned? I'm bored.
And bitter or something. It's dumb and I have to get over it.

Unless I can use it as fuel.
How long can you run on bitter/angry fumes?

MUSIC TIDBITS:

Oh, this is random and strange but... the Modest Mouse CD "Good News for People Who Love Bad News" was making me want to dance. I should probably listen to things like that more.

And I listened to the Weepies this morning. Very nice. Good recommendation, Kristi. :-)

Found this song or aurgasm.us.
I like it.

I was hit on twice recently. Once by Nestor from Peru (I think I posted about him) and again this morning by some random dude.

Neither one was attractive. Nestor barely spoke English. And I think both liked my boobs.
My boobs are sometimes a burden. I should start wearing sports bras so they aren't so out there and bold.

Sigh. I've got to get back to work... unstuffing envelopes and putting the contents into a box.

*sigh*
My head hurts.

It's 4:45. I should be out of bed by now because I have to leave the house by about 6:45.
So I can start working at 7:30. Ew.

I am tired. I'm hoping to find out today or tomorrow that I'm being taken on as a casual employee so that I can buy some time for the job hunt. I really should send out a resume for this one classified ad looking for pre-press/layout people of all experience levels.

(But, yeah, my resume is retarded.)

It was just posted on the local paper's website yesterday.
Not that I'd get it... but it would probably be a good idea.

I keep sneezing.

Lately I've been thinking and I haven't gotten very far in my thought patterns. I'm kind of fed up.
It's tiring... thinking in circles.

Ok. So I need to find a tissue now and get out of bed and get showered.
I'm so freakin' tired.

Reading between the lines can be oh-so-enlightening.
I feel really stupid sometimes.

So, I'm torn. I just don't know what to do with my unemployment.
Do I want to try to find a 9-5 sort of jobs so I know my schedule and I have my weekends/socializing time? Or... do I try to find part-time stuff where the hours will vary? Both kind of have perks.

The part-time would give me potential time with Megan (in the morning, when she's free) and the babies, which you guys know is my past time.
9-5 would give me a steady schedule. So I'd know when I work and when I'm off and that's REALLY nice too. Really.
And I do love my weekends.

*sigh*

So far, pole dancing and prostitution have been recommended to me.
I've asked Justin to be my pimp.
... At least it would be an income.

For all you mommies out there... Happy mother's day!

Now, I will continue with my regularly scheduled blogging.

Last night, I talked Kimmie into bubbles. I had to call them damn bubbles, but I told her it's just not worth a fight. She conceded. Next time I see her mother, I will have to tell her bubbles are ok.

Also, for some reason, listening to Kimmie and how happy she is temporarily made me feel better about life. She should be so excited, she's with the guy she loves, she's moving to be with him, and she's starting a whole new life. She's one of the lucky ones... right now anyway.

Then I get home and Allison finds out that her BF has decided to be a dickbomb and hang out with "the other girl." She was very upset. She cried a little and the entire family talked her out of texting something back to him. Also, we talked her out of breaking up with him, considering prom is Friday and she spent around $700 on it, 'til it's all said and done.

(I just sneezed all over my arm.)

So, we watched Lars and the Real Girl. And she slept through most of it.

27 Dresses was gone, so I'm gonna have to ask Justin to be awesome and maybe bring it home some night. If he watches it with me, he earns brownie points. This is the argument I have to make. 'Cause I want to see the movie.

Actually, no, I just want to not be at home and I want to do something relaxing and unrelated to life.

Oh, and I don't know why I am awake at 7:30 on a Sunday.
We're taking my mom to Moe's for mother's day. A burrito and chips is her reward.
(Edit// We are now going to Wayne's instead... a local place. Or maybe not... they sound booked.)
This is how cool my mom can be sometimes. Or maybe we're just lousy children.
Also, my dad's never been to Moe's... so we kill two birds with one stone. Afterwards, I will buy them both coffee at Starbucks. Mostly because, again, my dad has not experienced the strongness that is their coffee.

Well, anyway... I'm gonna lay in bed for an hour or so... but I guess I just felt like posting something.

*I* am still alive.
And I'm trying to think of a feminist book to read.

Cute movie.
Is it wrong that I laughed at some "serious" parts.
And is it wrong that I pondered the possibility of a "real boy?"

Yes. Like Pinocchio.

Watched the movie with my sister and cousin because: the sister's bf is a douchebag again.
Anyway. Now I'm tired.

I have to try and throw some plaques together as soon as I get done typing this entry. But that's not why my life is retarded.

I have to try to talk Kimmie into having bubbles at her wedding.
She doesn't want anything thrown. I understand not wanting rice or bird seed, but bubbles?

Her mom wants bubbles.
And, quite frankly, bubbles are not worth fighting over. So I am going to have to try to talk her into bubbles.
It's just REALLY not a big deal to have people blow bubbles at you. It does not mess up your hair. It does not mess up your make-up. It does not mess up your dress. It is so not worth drama.

This is going to piss me the fuck off if she tries to talk her way out of bubbles just because she refuses to make her mom happy.

*sigh* Yes. This is drama. This is shit I don't really care about but other people are stressing over.
This is my calling.

I listened to "Fuck It" again today. It is as awesome of a song now as it was shortly after the Justin fiasco.
It will be on repeat for a while.