I went back to work yesterday and it was magical just to get out of the house again. Things just got better and better from there. I saw a movie with Anna, and painted my fingernails pretty colours, and bought some Doctor Who. Today I made a fairly good start on my assignment, made some cookies* and I will have home-made pizza for dinner, and Tegan and Sara is my soundtrack. Oh, also: I got the Doctor Who theme as my ringtone. I really don't see how things could get much better than that. Except now Mouse is on my lap and he is the best cat for cuddles. This day is made of win.
I really don't have anything else to say right now, I just wanted to post something a little happier than my last post.
*For me, cookies are home-made and biscuits come from a packet. I think it's a distinction unique to me, and certainly shouldn't be indicative of the way New Zealanders talk about baked-goods.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
The Day of the Terrible News.
I just got a rejection email for a job that I had my heart set on. I let myself get my hopes up. I was picturing how brilliantly I would do the job, where I would live, cycling to work, everything. I was convinced that I was going to get it. Or at least an interview. And then this email. It was short, to the point, and it totally ruined my day. And this is a day where I am as sick as some kind of sick thing, and I have a pile of cat poo to clean up in the bathroom. In other words, way to kick me when I am down, people.
Rejection bites, y'all. I am now going to clean up some gross thing, probably throw up, and then have a nap or summat.
Update: I watched a good movie, Anna brought me a card and some chocolate, and then I watched some Doctor Who. The day improved.
Post the first.
Reading my friend's blog I was simultaneously intimidated by her wordsmithery, and inspired to start my own blog. Let's find out if I have anything to say...
I don't want this to be the kind of blog where the posts are just me complaining about being ill or whatever. But the thing is, I am. Ill, I mean. It sucks, and I feel all blarghy, but I don't want it to be that kind of blog, so that's all I'll say about it.
Weird. Wierd. Weird... My enter key seemed to be broken for a minute there, and then I forgot how to spell weird. It's alright though, everything seems to have sorted itself out.
I've been looking at houses. I can't afford to buy one unless I get a higher paying job and move to somewhere where the property prices aren't so ridiculous, but I still enjoy looking. Looking at them, and imagining myself in them. I love houses, especially old ones. They have their own kind of magic. A new house might be more practical (warmer, etc.), but the only stories it would have are the ones you would create in it. And while that is its own kind of special, I love imagining what has happened before, how the other owners/tenants lived. The foods they ate. The games they played. Why they chose that colour for that room. Houses are like books. Full of stories, and stories are the best kind of magic, and probably the only magic that I really believe in.
Speaking of houses, something in this one is making a strange noise... I wonder what it could be.
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