Make over overhaul

I’ve been watching a lot of reality TV lately. But I don’t like the shows with a cast of recurring people. I prefer the shows were people enter another person’s life, make a drastic change, and then leave never to return again. These shows make me want to redesign my life. Sadly, I don’t have the money to redo my wardrobe. And because I’m living in someone else’s house, I probably shouldn’t rearrange the furniture layout. That leaves me very few chances to emulate the people I see on TV. So, I’m going to wash my car for the second time this week complete with going over the front dash with q-tips. I’m getting so good at cleaning my car, I think I might have a reality show on my hands. I’ll call it Driving You Crazy when you have absolutely nothing to do, I’ll do something that doesn’t need to be done: Detailed, pointless cleaning.   

One hundred

When I started blogging my goals were pretty big: world domination, publication, free puppies. I was also a lot stricter on myself. Over the last months, though, I have really learned to enjoy the online writing process. I’m no longer so rigid on posting. I’ve also learned that what I really want from blogging is the freedom to write and the illusion that people are reading. So, here is my 100^th post. In elementary school, after the first hundred days of classes we all brought in one hundred items as a visual reminder of our accomplishment. I still remember the white sweat shirt with one hundred red buttons hot glued all over. Things were a lot easier in elementary school. But a few of the perks have remained. Specifically, celebrating the big one hundred. It’s a big deal... I promise.    

Sappy

I drove to see my cousin earlier today. We had a great time but the trip across the city was awful. The past week my car ahs been parked in the driveway. Turns out, the tree next to the drive is seeping goo. Not to big of a deal, since I have windshield wipers and wiper fluid. So, I washed my windshield and drove on. It wasn’t until the freeway that I realized, I have a back windshield. A back windshield covered in sap. Sticky-oh-Lord-I-can’t-see-anyone-behind-me-sap. Luckily, I was able to calmly exit and find a gas station where I could clean my window before I panicked and/or killed people. I guess its good that I now know I need to wash my back windshield if I park anywhere near the giant tree in the front of the house. And that’s no more annoying than watching a geography bee... Trees are annoying.   

Sick pup

I own a very smart dog. The most difficult part about being so far away from home is being away from my adorable genius dog. This month, to distract me from the relentless job search and Shamrock-less life, I’ve been house sitting and dog sitting. The dog is cute, I’ll give him that. He’s cuddly enough and has long hair like my border collie. But he’s not very smart. He’s a notorious not very smart breed: cocker spaniel. But worse than his inability to understand basic commands, he has the dog version of Prader-Willi syndrome. Have you ever heard of that? Its this sad thing were, essentially, the victim has no ability to know when they are satiated. They’re always hungry. Every time I make eye contact with this dog, he runs to his food bowl and looks at me with giant stupid dog eyes and whines. Even if five seconds earlier I fed him his dinner and he ate it all. Every time I stand up to do anything, this dog runs to the kitchen and sits in front of the cabinet where his food is and whines... Its frustrating. Now I don’t want to downplay the horribleness of this syndrome... but seriously. This dog has no self awareness. He’s driving me crazy. Its just another reminder of how amazing my dog is

Tiny consolation

Today, I got my very first rejection email. One of the jobs I applied for have decided to “go in a different directions” and will “no longer be considering my application at this time”. It might sound like I’m extravagating when I say I’ve applied for a lot of jobs. But I have. I’m averaging about three a day, and I started May 23. And today I got my very first rejection. Its actually very validating. For the first time in this job search I know that someone read my resume... or at least read enough of it to find my email address. And they took the time to send me an email letting me know to forget it. Because of that email my hopes are right where they belong, low. But that’s okay. I’m okay with it because I know something. Let’s hope this is the first in a long line of rejects. And one perfect “please be the next young billionaire and here’s the keys to the company... I mean your jet.” Thank you one brave rejection sender I now have realistic hopes.

Unusual productivity

Today I had to wake up at five to drive my friend to the airport. Despite knowing I had to wake-up so early I didn’t get to bed until around two. Surprisingly, though, I was able to take here to the airport come home and actually accomplish things today. No, I haven’t found a job.

But I did go for two walks on a beautiful trail nearby. I made spaghetti for dinner. And a saw a chipmunk. A real life chipmunk. Just running in the lawn being ridiculously chipmunky. Seriously, I’ve never seen a wild chipmunk. They’re one of those animals that I know exist, but can’t visualize. Like armadillos or chameleons. Now I can put chipmunks in perspective. My goal this month (minus finding a lucrative career) is to take a picture of my little woodland friend. Or maybe a video. Yeah, that would be perfect. Then I can always remind myself of how great the mysterious chipmunk is even after I move into the chipmunk free city.   

Preventive strike

I’m about to start a month long house sitting job, so I’m gathering my supplies. I really want to have some DVDs to entertain me when there is nothing to watch on TV. I could watch a television show, fall in love with characters, become completely addicted, and then spiral into a depression once I have to leave the cable TV zone. Sounds unrealistic? You obviously don’t know me.

I was a high school student when I fell in love with my first regularly scheduled scripted television show: Angel. Then, the show was cancelled. Not a big deal to sane individuals. But for me, I couldn’t stand it. I stopped watching all my scheduled TV shows. I refused to let myself become attached again just to have a show ripped away. To this day, I prefer reality shows because they lack plat lines that can turn into cliff hangers which can cause years of irreversible anxiety. So, tonight, I’m watching hockey and scouring my roommates DVD collection. After all, I doubt anyone would want me to revert to my post-Angel state... let’s just stay it isn’t healthy for one person to have that much hate within them.