This time of year, it does NOT take a lot of time to make me happy. If it's sunny outside, it's already a good day. Vegetables in spring make me happy, because they always taste so fresh. Spring also makes you want to eat healthier. Everything I ate today was green. (Except the bread, thank god. I even had my root beer in a green cup).
I have been in serious denial about how much I am affected by the weather. It's funny, because it's not something I explicitly notice. It's not like the overwhelming presence of clouds makes me want to kill myself, but it does contribute to how my day's going, and how I cope with it. When the sun's shining, however, I am positively giddy. Life is fucking awesome when the sun's out, and it makes me love the world. And when I'm happy, it's just like, take the fucking happiness and run. Don't ask where it came from. Maybe say thank you on your way out the door.
I was thinking earlier today about how I should really move somewhere where there's sun all year round. But it makes me wonder if I love spring so much because it's a novelty. Where I live, actual, honest to goodness spring lasts a week, two tops. There can be snow when you leave for a two week trip, and when you come back, it'll all be gone. Which, in my opinion, sucks. This is one of my favourite seasons of the year (the other being autumn, which is also shortlived), and it doesn't last long enough. there should be more than a month gap between parkas and shorts.
But this brings me back to my point: If I lived somewhere that was more spring/fall as opposed to winter/summer, would snow become a novelty, and therefore awesome, because I'd only get it one week a year? Okay, that was unnecessary. Of course it would. That's what it's like for people in... god, i don't know, south of here.
Sun still makes me happy. And whatever my mother insists, i refuse to tan in winter. No matter how long you stay in the UV coffin, the weather outside will still suck.

I really should use this damn thing more. I have so many random thoughts and I tend to just dump them on the semi-intelligible person who comes online.
People who are at the Arcade fire concert right now freaking suck. I'm sorry, but ticket buying is elitest. I know, I know. Since when did that band become popular anyway? I stopped caring after I bought the cd eight months ago. I don't watch much music, so I don't know if they're on it (however, I'm ironically watching it right now). I have to listen to pop music at work, I don't need to see the video.
Okay, I KNEW they were coming, but I had no job, and $100 in the bank. And no idea how long that had to last me. The VERY DAY i got hired, i went down to ticketmaster, and they were SOLD OUT. Two weeks after tickets went on sale. And now I'm sitting at home, NOT at the concert. It'll be a year or two before they come back. I need to move to a larger city.
Echo and the bunnymen are on TV. I didn't know they were still making music. I thought Ian McCulloch joined the doors or something. At least that's classier than Rockstar:INXS. "Our singer committed suicide, so we're auditioning for a new one on a reality TV show!" Real sensitive.
This entire entry has been about music. Wow. the scope of my life in a half hour.

I made a badass cheese sauce tonight. Badass in that it tasted awesome, and I'm going to react to it really soon. Damn lactose intolerance. I <3 cooking.
Other than cooking, though, I didn't really do anything productive today. My eyes fucking hurt. I went to the optometrist on monday, because of that, and that I've been getting headaches, and getting dizzy. Apparently my eyes have gotten better, and my perscription's gone down like .5 or something. So I get new lenses in about a week from now, and I CANNOT WAIT. I've been avoiding wearing my glasses, and it makes me not want to leave the house, because that means I have to look at things far away.

However!!!
I HAVE A JOB!!
I'm the part-timer at Mailboxes Etc. Which is an AWESOME awesome job. My boss and the graphic desigher are both really cool, and it's really interesting, convenient, and the hours are great. And it all came together in like, a week. I dropped of my resume on monday, got a call on tuesday, interview on wednesday, and a call to say I got the job on wednesday, and started on thursday. Happyhappyjoyjoy.
It's like the complete opposite of the ex and viewpoints. No creepy, loud, chauvinist, or spitty coworkers; no leaky booths and hours of boredom, no scripts, no carnies(even though they were sort of cool), no 1 hour commute + half hour walk along the highway!

My god, I'm awful at being consistant.

The last two weeks in a nutshell:
Worked at The Ex. Started liking it. Dealt with annoying people. My booth leaked twice. Finished. Made $280. Decided that being a traveling carnie would be a fun thing to do someday.
Got sick the night after the ex left. Broke into a fever that lasted three hours. Utter pain. Read for half an hour, it stopped. I slept, and was slightly freaked out by my body doing strange things.(Was also on the rag, which makes it even worse. Cramps + Fever = UGHH.)
Got better. Recieved reimbursement cheque for Canuudle. (FINALLY!) Went to folk fest. Ate BAD COOKIES which made me REALLY REALLY OUT OF IT. Walked to the beach, felt like I was in a dream, fell asleep in the sun and burnt back and soles of feet. Back is just now starting to peel. Flakes of skin coming off everywhere.
Felt heat-sick on saturday, so went home for a few hours. Showered, slept, went back out, and felt a lot better. Wandered around saturday night, got drunk off of tequila and cheap wine, saw awesome performance art band, got hit on by some random thirty year old guy for about twenty minutes. Wandered around more, talked to people, fell asleep in tent as sun was coming up.
Saw more bands the next day. Left at 6, because friends weren't into seeing mainstage. Ice was forgotten, so opened the cooler to find a smelly mass of spilt soy milk, hummus, and water, and the smell of rotten fresh produce. Felt like puking. Ew.

Came home.

I'm going to start using pronouns now.

So for the past few days, I have been lazy in that I haven't really left the house, but very productive. I'm on a manic creative spurt. I swear that I will finish IT before I leave for youth council. Because I've been making IT for two months, and I just want IT to be done. I swear, if someone ever asks me to make something like IT for them, I'm charging 200 bucks. It's that strenuous.

Screenprinting gives me a wonderful natural high. Maybe it's just hte feeling of creating something beautiful at midnight, because I always do it late at night. But it's just thing amazing feeling that I can't get anywhere else. Except painting in general. It's like I work myself into a frenzy and go someplace else.

I managed to watch CSI four times today already, and there's two more episodes on before I go to bed. (OBSESSED DORK)

For those of you who don't know this, I hate the Ex because I'm working there. It's really fun to go to for a day or two. Just not fun to work.

So when I went for my interview/hiring on Thursday (Which, was ridiculous in itself, but another story), I was told to take my nose ring out. (Yes, I know. It's the Ex. They're carnies. They're supposed to look weird. I'm still doing it because I'm desperate for money.) It was a month old, and taking it out on a daily basis was probably not good for it at all, so I went to Soul Survivors to get a retainer. They didn't have nostril retainers, so I got one that was meant for an eyebrow. It generally just looked like a little bump.
I woke up on Thursday morning around six a.m. (you know that state where you normally wake up, look at the clock, realize it's too damn early, and go back to sleep?) I touched my nose, and there was nothing in it but snot and an empty hole. I put my CBR in, and went back to sleep.
I went to Soul Survivors again to buy another retainer. They still didn't have nostril retainers, so I bought one for a labret instead, forgetting that labrets are pierced at 14g instead of 16g. In short, it was too big, and I didn't realize this until I had taken out my CBR. Put it BACK in, and on my way to bed, found my old retainer on the floor beside my bed. Went back to the bathroom, took out the CBR, which, by this point, was looking rather oblong, and put the retainer in.

I haven't even officially started this job, and it's already cost me $27. $10 each for two retainers, one which I can't even use (Jordan, I'm going to give you the labret one in case you ever need it.), and $7 for cab fare because I didn't feel like walking half an hour along the highway to get back to the city.

The Ex, aka A Quick and Easy Way to Make Five Hundred Bucks, has become The Ex, aka A PAIN IN THE NECK. Any job, in my opinion, that requires you to walk half an hour along the highway and through grass to get there just because you don't own a car, isn't worth it. "Oh, I see the ferris wheel right up ahead! Crap, there's a SWAMP in the way."

Unless, of course, you don't have any money.

Let's put it this way. If I find another job, I'm putting myself down as 'completely free' and quitting the Ex. It's an hour long commute, and the employers aren't very nice.

Surgery has made my brother bitchy. It's been a week, and he's been out of the house twice. We've offered to take him for walks, go outside with him, play board games with him, but noooo. All he wants to do is lie around in the DARK basement, watch TV, and yell at me to bring him cokes. Yes, I know your knee hurts, but that doesn't mean that moving will kill you. SUNSHINE IS YOUR FRIEND.

Lately, my pillows have been falling through the little crack between my headboard and mattress. Several times a night. I'm too lazy to move the headboard down.
Last night, I had a dream about buying a new headboard.

I have the jingle from the firestone commercial stuck in my head, and I want the Kirstie Alley commercials to shutthefuckup. This means I'm watching too much TV.

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Anything but that.