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18 January 2006 @ 09:31 pm
This bedsheet is an inch and a half short of destiny.  
I can't tell you how much better I feel with a regular job, even if the position is nothing to brag about. I really hope they hire me permanently when the three months are up (looks to be about 90 to 95% sure). My sleep problems are definitely going away, although sometimes I'm so hyped up it takes me awhile to doze off.

See, even though I'm not making a ton of money, I'm making more (or will be?) than I ever have before. And I think it'll be enough to cover the basics if I can find a suitably cheap apartment, and live frugally. I get so excited thinking about having space and maybe a dishwasher or a closet, and being able to paint things purple, or putting up stripes somehow somewhere. I get all these (mundane?) thrills when I imagine having my happy dishes in kitchen cabinets, having a window or two that I can see out of even if it doesn't look upon much, being able to put stuff away in drawers instead of cardboard boxes, having room enough to invite people over, and room enough so that my mother doesn't have to sleep on the floor or a couch when she comes to visit.

Also in news, I recently started drawing again (after a break of over a year). As I was quite cold, I was attempting to draw "I froze my butt off," a self-portrait-minus-rear-end staring in shock at a butt in the lower background which is running around in circles going "Eee!" But I was unable to get the hands to look satisfactory. In frustration, I cropped the picture to just her shoulders and up, but to save the wonderfully stupid gluteus maximus, I scanned it and yanked it up to shoulder level. But without the context of the girl with a completely missing hiney, it just looks like she's hallucinating/staring at a dancing butt. ... while I think I may ditch this picture, you have no idea how tempted I am to color the butt and make it a doodleicon. I have no idea what emotions a "dancing butt" icon would represent, but it would be very amusing.

My hair has grown out again. It's at that weird middling length that always bugs me, that gray area where it's too short to pull back and yet too long to just leave. I want to get it cut really short, but I can't decide on a hairstyle that would work with my features (eyebrows of doom) and not require (much) styling. With the hairdos that I've thought of thus far, I worry that my face is too long/jaw too prominent to look quite right. If all else fails, I'll just go back to the Miyazawa length, I think.
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
Emily: Ryoko Blushetoileeyes on January 19th, 2006 03:37 pm (UTC)
Congrats on the Job hun!! I hope all goes well with your future plans and working and that this helps you feel more settled. Maybe you'll even get to come to a convention!! Wink wink! Lots of hugs!
...hiphorrific on January 19th, 2006 07:48 pm (UTC)
I think you have every right to be excited. Actually having an income to speak of does wonders for one's wellbeing. Even though the job may not be much (beleive me, I know how that goes), the possibilities the paychecks give you make up for it. Well, that's how it is for me anyway.
a w a k e s o o nawakesoon on January 20th, 2006 02:05 am (UTC)
Hey, it's Beverly. LJ screwed up when I did the rename, so add awakesoon? =D
a w a k e s o o nawakesoon on January 20th, 2006 02:18 am (UTC)
And tell Erika, too. *O.o*
One Who Wanders: Whee!abiona on January 20th, 2006 12:27 pm (UTC)
Added. Yarr, I'll let her know when next I speak to 'er.
Lokiateeq on January 20th, 2006 04:06 am (UTC)
Maslow's hierarchy of needs! :) Don't count your chickens before they hatch though. Humans are unreliable-- they may back out at the last moment.