Happy New Year!

So. It's 2011 now. Living in the future, I experience three whole hours of 2011 before Emily did.

Emily has come up with an idea. The "Photo-A-Day" thing.

This is my shout out to Emily that we should do it here. Also-let's update the look of the blog. I'm not allowed (as she set it up). So, that being said.
Here it is, the first photo.

I'm teetering on the edge of being ill. It's not okay.

Working 9 to 5

While I'm not actually working 9 to 5, I am now working.

I am doing my ACT prep at a school here in Michigan. I want to keep it vague, until after the position is over. This whole thing is guaranteed to end March 5th.

It's somewhat rewarding sometimes, when a student understand something on the test or figures out something they were having trouble with.
On the other hand, I was called "nice but boring" the other day, which bothered me more than it should. I was trying to go over geometry-not always the most fascinating of subjects.

But whatever happens, this whole experience will be good for me, and it's definitely better than not working. Or even working at the coffee shop. I have different responsibilities and a different set of "woes", if you will.

I'm just happy that however it happens, my life is moving forward. It's reassuring that this year will be better than last.

Moving Forward and Why It Scares Me Shitless

As we have learned, I quit my job at the coffee shop last year. I put in my two weeks notice and my last day was over a week ago.

In the meantime, I was hired and then given no information on a new job. But that isn't the point of this entry.

I have now become "unemployed". I have joined Michigan's vast amount of unemployed people. And I am simultaneously terrified and unafraid. I know I can't go back to the coffee shop. The atmosphere is toxic to both me and the people around me. I become someone I don't want to be around, and I know how unhappy it makes me. In turn, I make most people around me miserable.

This is my declaration. There has to be a point where someone stands up and says "Enough." My life this year will be better for this and I know it.

I'm closing my eyes and jumping. I am saying "enough" and moving forward in the most scary and wonderful way.
I am unafraid. And I am scared shitless.

Promise to go on this ride as a group. It'll be fun. I swear.

So there's that

Christmas and New Years and whatever. It happened, it's past.

I'm now currently expressing a serious pet peeve.

I hate it beyond words themselves when people come over to my house to do nothing but sit under blankets. Nay not sit. DIVE UNDER THEM. As if they've never seen a blanket or been warm or produced their own body heat in their entire life. GROW A PAIR MAN. Or wear a sweatshirt or something.

Just get out from under the blanket. You'll live-I promise.

It annoys me immensely. If you want to nap, go fucking sleep at your own house and don't bother me.

You may now return to things that bother me less.

2008 > 2007...2009 > 2008?

"It's the new year here in the Eastern Time Zone, a.k.a. the real time zone." —Alexa

I love that I was called and "had to be here" for her midnight countdown: "Only Dick Clark gets to do the countdown! Ten...five...two...two...happy new year!"


And now I hope my friend arrives quickly so my cough medicine doesn't knock me out before my midnight (and our frozen pizza feast).

Mid-December announcement

2008 totally pwned 2007.

I'll have more to say on that in a week or two or three.