Well, shit. That's all I have to say. Not really, that would make a terrible blog entry. 

Hah!

I didn't qualify for unemployment benefits. And that really sucks. It would have made my life a lot easier. Oh well. I am trying to not be too bummed about it. If only my boyfriend/roommate had a job. If only. 

So, of course I spent the day FRANTICLY applying for jobs. 

I'm trying my best to keep a positive attitude about it all, but I am not sure I will be able to go back to school without any money. Darn and darn. 

Oh well. What's next? 

I'm boring. That's all there is to it. I don't deserve to have a blog, or readers. I like to think that I would be more exciting if I had a job and money and all that, but let's face it: I've always been boring. Well, maybe not always, but since I no longer consume nearly toxic amounts of drugs and alcohol, since those days I've been boring. Gosh, doesn't that seem like forever ago? I guess it's been nearly 10 years now. 

I also wanted the world to know. I am super proud to be a non-smoker. It's been, oh I don't know, a few years now. Isn't it funny how I can't remember? It was such a big deal when I quit. I was pretty sure I was going to die. Or possibly kill someone. I didn't talk to anyone for two weeks, including my boss, co-workers, and my boyfriend who I live with. I was afraid of what I would say. When I was in high school, I was this silly tragic goth girl. This was before it was cool. Before Twilight and whatever. Anyway, I was supposed to be all dark and twisty inside. And I was, to an extent, but if I had known what it was like to quit smoking, then I could have really pulled it off. I have never been as evil as I was for those one or two weeks of pure withdrawal hell. Anyhow, I was thinking about the fact that non-smokers don't really ever consider themselves non-smokers. They are just, you know, regular, natural, the way it should be. While smokers, on the other hand, are faced with interpersonal decisions on a daily basis, based on the fact that they smoke. Well, I am a non-smoker, and I am proud to be one. It's kind of like: "I used to jab needles into my eyeballs on a daily basis, and it was expensive, too! But, I no longer do this." Oh, and also, I don't smell like ass anymore. That's how I feel about not smoking. 

I find it somewhat disturbing that after 25 years on the planet, my body decided that I needed more teeth. I can't figure this out. I have gotten this far with the set that I have got. And it's not like they are replacements or upgrades. They are just new teeth. So, around the age of 25, my bottom two wisdom teeth started coming in. They came in for years, slowly. They came in so slowly that every month or so, they would break through my gums, and then the gums would heal overtop of the teeth again, then pokiing through, healing over. So freaking painful. Last year, sometime durring the summer, they were in. No more pain, no more bloody sensitive gums. Done. Right? WRONG! I have a stupid wisdom tooth (HARHAR) coming in on the top now. Just one. Why? I don't need any more teeth! Seriously! This one hurts like the dickens, but it seems to be coming in really fast. My mouth has hurt for 3 years. When will it end? I am hoping I only have the three, but what are the chances of that? I can't figure out what kind of biological advantage wisdom teeth could hold? Does anyone know the evolutionary significance of ridiculous late growing teeth?

I went to the Department of Labor today. What a pain. I figured that since I have been unemployed for almost a year (11 months and 22 days), that I should probably apply for unemployment benefits. I hate that I had to do this. Aside from the pain in the bum of driving 45 minutes away, standing in various unending lines, filling out mountains of paperwork and forms on the computer, more lines, more paper, more driving. Aside from that, I don't really believe in collecting unemployment. It's not a shame or pride thing. It's just that I don't really think of myself as "unemployed". I'm just kind of not working right now, and I can't find anyone to hire me. Yeah, I know it's the same thing, shutup. Anyway, I don't like it. I didn't want to do it, and I did my best to put it off as long as humanly possible. 

One of the reasons I applied for unemployment is so that I can go back to school. I decided a little while ago to finish my nursing degree, which I started so very very long ago, but never finished. It should take me about a year to finish, maybe three quarters, depending on if I can test out of a few classes (and I should hope that I can). I'm super excited about it. I may even be starting as soon as October, if I can get everything in order. If not, then in January. I shall have to see what I can work out with unemployment, Hope Grants, etc.,etc. 

I made these crochet snowflake ornaments a while back, but never posted pictures of them. I <3 glitter.

I also refinished the cabinets a while back. I hated them at first. Now I really like them. I seem to have this problem with any creative project I undertake. I always hate the way it turns out, I stuff it away in a closet or basement for a month or so, and when I take it out again, tah-dah! It was a lot more work that I thought it was going to be. Sanding took forever. Then I painted two coats of light green. Four coats of dark green stain. Taping and stenciling. And finally varnishing. Woah. Way too much work. Here are the before and after pics. 

BEFORE:

AFTER!

This is the stencil I made for the front. You can't really tell what it looks like in the above pics.

I thought that I would really love refinishing furniture. I love the idea of taking something old and ugly and making it pretty again. I have always really loved this idea. When I was 6 (until the age of about 17), I was sure that I wanted to be a plastic surgeon. I remember being little and thinking, "Wouldn't it suck if ugly people had to stay ugly forever?" This may seem like a horrible and shallow thing for a 6 year old to say, but my heart was in the right place, honestly. I just want to help. And also, I thought old wrinkly people were creepy, and who wants to be old and wrinkly? Heather will fix it. Some how I am trying to draw a parallel between refinishing furniture and my childhood dreams of becoming a plastic surgeon. Anyway, it turns out that both medical school and the entire, long, manual labor of refinishing furniture are both too much for me to really commit to. Sorry, uglies.

Oh also, Aaron and I went on a date. We have only been on like 4 official dates in 4 years. Anyway, we went on a date. It was great! We stumbled upon this weird ghetto carnival in a parking lot in Alpharetta. Hanging out with Aaron, I've met a lot of carnies. They don't really freak me out anymore. Mostly, you have to be a pretty interesting person to be a carnie. Anyway, while we were walking around, of course Aaron had to talk to all the carnies. They are his people. These were the freakiest, most ghetto/redneck carnies ever! OMG. Not a single one of them had teeth, just rotting black pits. They were loud and talked like they were reading lines from Dr. Seuss. Maybe I just wasn't in the mood for it, but we only stayed about 15 minutes. Creepy. 

A few weeks ago we visited my grandparent's house. It was awesome fun. I also got to see my Aunt Thelma and Uncle Kev who I haven't seen in something like 4 years. 

I helped my brother move. Some of you may be laughing right now. But, no it's true. I actually did help. Luckily, he didn't have too much stuff. The assembly of the new Ikea bed was the biggest deal! It took at least a thousand years. Here is Josh passed out on it after the ordeal.

We spend the fourth of July at Mom's house. Aaron put on a show for the neighborhood. And for a grand finally he threw some fire works in a bucket of fuel! Yay!

So, I took a nap from like 8pm to 11pm. I have been up ever since. It's so insane when you just can't sleep. Ever. When we moved from Hawaii, Aaron and I bought a mattress on Craigslist. It was a really nice mattress, and the guy we got it from was really nice, etc., etc. The only  thing that I initially had a problem with was that he listed it as a queen, and it was really a full. Well, how many men do you think really know the difference? I really don't know; certainly most of the men that I know would not know the difference. Anyway, we bought it. After having slept in hammocks, on floors, on mattresses with springs sticking out, on a 2 inch piece of foam, in chairs, on cement, on the beach, and an air mattress over the last 10 months you would think that I would be a pretty well seasoned any-where-sleeper. Well, dammit. I am not. The mattress seemed sooooo comfortable at first, if not a little small, and possibly a little firm. I think it was mostly just the idea that real people sleep on mattresses, and I was sleeping on one finally! After about a week, we both started developing neck and back issues. This mattress is like a brick! Omg, I can't imagine that anyone designed this thing to be this hard. I feel bruised when I wake up. It is as if little men live inside the mattress and push on you all night (I totally just freaked myself out. Next time I lie down, that is all I will be able to think of... creepy!). Aaron actually prefers to sleep on the floor next to the bed on occasion. Now, that is possibly because I turn into somewhat of a demon when I am trying to sleep and cannot. Any movement is strictly prohibited and punishable by decapitation. This of course makes him fidget uncontrollably. What a rebel. 

What also kind of sucks about not sleeping is that there is someone in the room with me who IS sleeping. This is fine and dandy for him, but it means that I have to be quiet. Whenever I am trying to be quiet I, naturally, trip over things, close doors loudly, bang, pop, whistle and sneeze. Something about trying to be quiet makes me so very very loud. What a rebel! I really am trying though. The worst part is that I cannot have a light on, so I can't even do anything productive like read, crochet, or play the flute. Oh wait. That's too loud. 

When I am trying to sleep, and can't I like to play games. It's really boring to just lay there. Sometimes I like to whisper things as softly as I can, like riddles or nonsense, and see if he remembers it the next day. Also, sometimes he is snoring, and even though I am wide awake, I pretend like he is keeping me awake and dutifully announce that he is snoring. Does this seem mean? Also, sometimes i lightly touch his nose. Just lightly. 

You see, I used to have a cat. We would torture each other in this manner constantly. If I am completely honest, I think he taught me these tricks. Except  his were worse. He would sometimes stick his paw in my mouth if I left it open while sleeping. Also, sometimes as punishment (I don't know what for) he would randomly pounce on my face or stomach, but he would wait until I reached a very deep sleep first. That naughty cat, or possibly he was just bored. 

Also, I know that Aaron does not read this blog. It gives me a bit of a thrill to talk about these things, knowing that I would be in trouble if he read it, but also knowing that there is no way he would ever take the time. If confronted about these things, I would totally stop, because I know they are a little mean. Lesson #47: Boys, read your girlfriend's blog, even if it's boring. 

So I am off to the g'rents house this weekend for some time away from the man. I think he is working the whole weekend, though so he probably won't appreciate me when I get back. Darn and darn. I will hopefully be doing some swimming, and possibly some drinking, and probably a whole lot of knitting. I also am really looking forward to kayaking while there. Huzzah! 

Alrights, the sun is up enough for me to do things now without disturbing the man beast. No flute for a few hours though... maybe. 

I did not get the job at APN. I guess that if you you follow this blog at all, you probably could have guessed that! I got a letter earlier this week telling me so. It kind of hurt my feelings to not get a job that I really wanted! It's kind of like dating. I got rejected and my pride is a little sore. Oh, well. Moving on. I had an interview today at a vet clinic in Decatur. It's right by the cemetery, and close to a lot of neat stuff. I want to get a place close so I can ride my bike everywhere. Of course I will have to get a bike... But, that's completely secondary! Getting the actual job comes first, and I am going in for a working interview on Monday!  Okay! 

A few days ago, Aaron and I drove out to Stone Mountain to pick up an elliptical machine. We got there, Aaron jumped out and tossed it in the back of the truck, and we left. After we got home, and inspected it, we noticed that it is a complete hunk of junk! It wobbles like crazy, and there is no way to use it with out a 82% chance of braking a bone. It's a dud. I feel like I should try to sell it back to the guy who sold it to me. Luckily, it was cheap, but still! Grr! Aaron and I had a lot of fun hanging out, though, so I suppose it worked out alright. What am I going to do with this dud elliptical though? I cannot in good conscious sell it to anyone. Maybe I will post it on freecycle. Though, I doubt anyone wants it, even for free. 

The flute playing it going quite well. I can now play Mary had a Little Lamb, Hot Cross Buns, Ode to Joy, and Jingle Bells! I hope you like children's songs and Christmas music! Harharhar. I am pretty sure that I am going to torture everyone with my Christmas flute playing this year. I am totally looking forward to it! I should possibly consider getting everyone a pair of earplugs, as well.

Oh, really sorry about this post. My brain is completely fried! There was no air in the truck, and I sat in quite a bit of traffic on the way home from the interview. I think I cooked a little. It was so hot! I read recently that you need to sweat 24 oz a day to rid your body of toxins. I was thinking that this seemed like a lot, and I wasn't sure if I was fulfilling my 24 oz quota. However, today I totally excelled in the sweat department. Score! I think Momo felt sorry for me, and turned on the air conditioner in the house. Oh sweet, sweet conditioned air. I love you so! 

Hm, what else?

Nothing really, I suppose. I am super anxious to start working. I also really want to go kayaking this weekend, but I don't know if I can talk Aaron into it. Also, I am addicted to couch shopping on craigslist! People are so funny about their couches! 

Aaron is expecting dinner, but I think this may be a Make-It-Yourself-Friday. I think I may adopt this as a regular thing! Poor guy.