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I went to Coronet last weekend. Very fun. I mean, a bunch of guys (and girls) hitting each other with large sticks, what's not to love? Other than the fact that it was pretty freezing cold outside.
Four-way chess is pretty f*cking awesome. And I'm not even good at chess.
I had this weird dream last night where I was in an art class doing some projects that involved ink. I was washing the brushes at the sink when Professor Snape walked in, said something snarky and scratched the back of my right hand. Then he walked through the door beside the sink and I went on with my art stuff.
Later, I was eating with a bunch of people when Snape came back. I think Caro was there thinking about plotbunnies, but I'm not sure. It could have just been part of my mind going, "hey, that's Professor Snape, and he's holding your hand. Yes, he's also calling you a Dark Creature and implying that he'd like to kill you, but he's also holding your hand." >.>
Yes, that's right. Snape was holding my hand. Apparently, his scratching the back of it revealed this red cross which looked somewhat like a burn. The cross meant that I was some kind of magical creature and not human. I then remembered that I could make birds appear by screaming in a certain way and proceeded to do so. (Because if Snape says you're not human and kind of wants to kill you, clearly the smart thing to do is prove him right.)
I'm not sure what happened next. I probably went on to dream about the bakery and taking the wrong buses.
Somebody come and make me write this email that will help me get a job. I just don't know how to phrase it, and I don't want to sound pretentious or stupid. Nor do I want to go for an interview - if that's what it comes to - any time before it warms up a bit. *sigh*
I hate job-searching. If I wasn't so concerned about getting a job I might actually like, I'd probably just go over to Tim Horton's where they'd hire me on the spot. The alethiocards said that a job would come without too much effort on my part, and I do think they're referring to the data entry one I have in mind. It's just...I hate doing something when I'm not sure of the proper way to proceed, and now that I'm an adult that means I'm doing exactly that more and more often. I hate being responsible. It'd be so much easier just to let somebody else do this for me.
Four-way chess is pretty f*cking awesome. And I'm not even good at chess.
I had this weird dream last night where I was in an art class doing some projects that involved ink. I was washing the brushes at the sink when Professor Snape walked in, said something snarky and scratched the back of my right hand. Then he walked through the door beside the sink and I went on with my art stuff.
Later, I was eating with a bunch of people when Snape came back. I think Caro was there thinking about plotbunnies, but I'm not sure. It could have just been part of my mind going, "hey, that's Professor Snape, and he's holding your hand. Yes, he's also calling you a Dark Creature and implying that he'd like to kill you, but he's also holding your hand." >.>
Yes, that's right. Snape was holding my hand. Apparently, his scratching the back of it revealed this red cross which looked somewhat like a burn. The cross meant that I was some kind of magical creature and not human. I then remembered that I could make birds appear by screaming in a certain way and proceeded to do so. (Because if Snape says you're not human and kind of wants to kill you, clearly the smart thing to do is prove him right.)
I'm not sure what happened next. I probably went on to dream about the bakery and taking the wrong buses.
Somebody come and make me write this email that will help me get a job. I just don't know how to phrase it, and I don't want to sound pretentious or stupid. Nor do I want to go for an interview - if that's what it comes to - any time before it warms up a bit. *sigh*
I hate job-searching. If I wasn't so concerned about getting a job I might actually like, I'd probably just go over to Tim Horton's where they'd hire me on the spot. The alethiocards said that a job would come without too much effort on my part, and I do think they're referring to the data entry one I have in mind. It's just...I hate doing something when I'm not sure of the proper way to proceed, and now that I'm an adult that means I'm doing exactly that more and more often. I hate being responsible. It'd be so much easier just to let somebody else do this for me.
