3D dilemma

I’m taking a quick break from my house sitting job to hang out with my best friend. He works the most amazing shift ever: eleven at night to seven in the morning. This helps me with my insomnia, I finally have no reason to stay up. But it does make going out and having fun a little difficult. For two days we have been trying to go see a movie. The problem is, we sleep during the matinee time and the night movies, well they all seem to be in 3D.

I don’t like paying for 3D. If I have the option, I don’t watch the 3D version. Mainly, its because I can’t see the cool (so I’m told) effects. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this problem of mine, but I’m legally blind in one eye. And my other is perfect. This means, I lack depth perception, right side peripheral vision, and the ability to see 3D movies. But I still have to shell out thirteen bucks. No thank you. So, we haven’t been to the movies yet. Maybe tomorrow the movie theater industry will offer a night time 2D showing of this year’s Summer blockbuster. Or we could try waking up before four... doubt it.

Tan lines

I’ve spent the last couple of days house sitting for some friends. It’s a sweet gig: cable TV, stocked fridge, cuddle puppy. What I wasn’t expecting during this house sitting job, however, was the prospect of doing actual work. I didn’t know that my friends had built a home with the intent of building a jungle in Georgia. Every day I have to water a couple dozen houseplants. Then I get to water the entire back yard which has conveniently been transformed into a garden oasis. And next week, I get to mow the lawn... seriously? I guess I shouldn’t complain. I could be paying rent or living on someone’s couch. And in the pass three days I’ve gotten more sun than I have in years. Now I just need to find out how to word “can watch a dog and take care of plants good” in a way that will bulk up my resume.   

Still getting my sea legs

As I spend another weekend unemployed I’m reminded how much I miss a routine. My sleep schedule has been nearly opposite that of a “normal” person. My first step to routine rehabilitation is definitely getting myself to bed before two in the morning. I’m aiming at weaning myself off all night job hunting computer fests by going to bed earlier and earlier. And in order to make going to bed worth it, I’ll be needing to wake up before noon too... Sleeping is just so fun. But how can I have a legitimate job and get seventeen hours of sleep? Age old question really. At least I recognize my problem. I heard that’s the first step. Now, someone should rewarded me with a job.

Toughest thing

Being away from my dog is always the single hardest thing about not being at home. I knew leaving this time would be just as difficult, but I wasn't planning on the added difficulty of my roommate's dog. This dog is just so... not my dog. Besides the obvious fact that this tiny, tailless, short haired dog could never be as completely cuddlisious as my boarder collie lab mutt/ giant ball of energetic love fuzz, there's something about his mere presence. He reminds me that I don't have my dog. And not having my dog is sadder than not having a job.  Argh! Stupid apartment living, face-pace lifestyle that makes having an athletic dog non-practical. I guess this pain is what the country singers have been trying to warn me about for years.  

Hibernation

A wise person once told me that the month after graduation will cause even the most prepared ex-student to revert into an infantile state. Apparently, the post-grad needs about thirteen hours of sleep each day in order to function. Of course by function I mean sit around and lament the fact they have nothing to live for... or maybe that’s just me.

I hope that this ungracious period doesn’t last a whole month. But it will definitely take some time to get into a routine. I’m not used to living six hours away from my mother, to being jobless, or to lacking a daily purpose. I’ve already taken some steps to becoming an adult instead of an awkward, emotionally distraught bum. My resume is floating around the city and my blogging should become consistent again.

I know that, eventually, things will work themselves out. My body will recover from the shock of graduating; I’ll fully join society. But for now I play the “please give me a job” game, save my money, and call my mother... three times a day.   

Dead zone

Before I head out into the real world, I'm spending sometime at my mother's. Sadly, this means I'm in the terrible world of no Internet or cable tv. But, I'm not complaining. I'll get back into blogging once I settle into Atlanta and consistent Internet. Until then, assume I'm having a fantasic time sleeping, snuggling with my dog, and have repetitive conversations with my mother.

End game

I have a college degree. And I'm happy that I'm too busy spending time with my friends to blog. Maybe next week I'll be able to put into words how I feel. Now, I'm content spending time with my friends and listening to sappy songs.