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Relax. Be.

(Why can't I remember?)

Doing a Castle trip this Saturday, if anyone from Gainesville, Tampa, Orlando, Melbourne, or parts between are interested in rendezvousing or carpooling. Comment or IM / message / email / text / call / write / smoke signal me.

(x-posted to Gainesville Goth)

Well, I'm packing up my things, and getting ready to leave Orlando for the foreseeable future. I'll be coming back next weekend to move my furniture and the rest of my stuff, but I'll be living in Gainesville starting this evening.

To all my Orlando friends: I will miss you, and I will come back as often as I can manage to visit, though since I'll be working full-time now, I'll only be able to make it back on the occasional weekend.

To all my Gainesville friends: You're gonna start seeing a lot more of me, and you'd better like it.

I was being retarded last night, screwing around with Brent and Sam, and I accidentally hit Sam's hip, apparently really hard. She's ok, but my hand is all fucked up now. It hurts, it's swollen, and I can barely move my index finger. There's a chance that my knuckle is broken.

This is the worst possible time for this to happen, since it interferes with my typing and means I might not be able to do temp work when they call me. Luckily, Kate's mom, who happens to be a nurse, said she would take a look at it tomorrow (yay, Kate's mom!) but that it sounds like the only thing a doctor would do anyway is buddy-splint my first two fingers together, and I can do that myself from the drug store. So I'll head up to Walgreen's in a bit and do that.

Stupid hand.

First day at my temp job, and I feel like George from Dead Like Me. Except, you know, for the whole being dead thing. It's totally a typical "office job." Meaningless paper-work, printing, filing, organizing... Blah.

I don't think their expectations for the project to which they've assigned me are quite realistic. Basically, I have to make three copies of this report that is going to consume something like 3 4-inch binders per copy. I spent today printing about 5 reams of paper, and I'm maybe 2/3 of the way done with one copy. They want the three copies by Tuesday. At this rate, I will have 2 of them done. They will have to be happy with that, because that printer just won't go any faster.

On the bright side, everyone there is really nice, and the two ladies I work with are both easy on the eyes, if you know what I mean. A group of four of the people who work there, including one of the ladies with whom I work, Maria, were going to lunch and invited me. They were going to Amura, which I absolutely love but totally could not afford right now. Unfortunately, Maria is cute so I said yes. I spent $10 on a bento, and only ate half of it. I shall have the other half for lunch tomorrow, so I guess it didn't end up being too expensive. But I really couldn't afford even $5 for lunch two days in a row. Suck. And I find out at lunch that Maria is married. C'est la vie, I guess.

Well, today's off to a good start. I had a bit of a fever all yesterday and spent the entire day laying around feeling crappy. I had full well intended to do quite a bit of cleaning yesterday, but didn't have the energy. And I was worried that I'd still feel sick today and that it would ruin the trip to Castle I've been planning for a couple of weeks now.

But, upon waking from my 12 hour slumber, I find myself feeling noticeably better. No fever, though my throat is still a bit scratchy and I'm a bit sniffley. But I feel I have the energy to clean and straighten before people arrive, and I think I will actually be able to enjoy my time at Castle.

I have an interview on Monday with the temp agency. Sounds like it's going to be a lot of typing and data entry, but at least it'll be money coming in. It only pays around $11 / hour, but that's better than my current income of ~ $-8 / hour. It should, hopefully, let me hold on until something permanent comes in. I just wish that would hurry up. It seems that I'm up against one other person for the secondary position at G-Trade, and they should hopefully be making a decision soon, possibly within the next week or so. I have no idea of this other person's qualifications, but I've got somebody on the inside recommending me, and my resume isn't that shabby for a recent grad. I guess we'll see.

I like warm days, days when it's hot outside and the best thing to do is take a nice cool dip in the pool or springs, or take a nice cold shower. Ice-cream days. Dog days.

I love cold days, days when you can bundle up in as many layers as necessary and enjoy the brisk air, or take a hot, steamy shower, or snuggle up under a few blankets, perhaps with someone for whom you care, and fall asleep in the comparative warmth. Hot cocoa days. Winter nights.

But, my absolute favorite of all days are the lukewarm days. Either the air outside is cool but the sun is warm and shining, or the sky is overcast but the temperature is nice and even. On these, the best of all days, you can enjoy the outdoors without being the slightest bit uncomfortable. Take a warm shower and then, right before you get out, turn the water cold. Take walks in the parks on these days, or go canoing down a river. Or, if you'd rather, just sit with friends or family on the porch or patio and enjoy the wonderful weather. There's no pressure on these days, no stress. Nothing to do that can't wait, and all the time in which to do it. Yes, definitely my favorite of days.

I'm planning to go to the Castle in Ybor on Friday, the 16th (ie, the Friday after next). I think that is the same weekend as MegaCon so I understand if not many people are interested / available, but I wanted to put it out there.

My friend Brent and I will be heading there from Orlando, hopefully early enough to get in on the free cover action. If anyone is interested in meeting us down there, let me know.

Yesterday was my friend Brent's friend Fran's birthday. ( This is the story of my evening in celebration. )

I got my car! It shall forthwith be called the Grand Prixie. It's a crazy sweet ride, though bigger than I'd have normally liked. Still, I pretty much love it.

The dash glows an evil red, and the car is possibly more intelligent than I am. The radio turns itself up as I accelerate, the lights turn themselves on when it's dark, I can start it from inside my house, it tells me the date and when I need to change the oil, and I've managed to get a 99.9 Inst. MPG rating for a brief time (while coasting, of course).

Now all I have to do is get a job, in order to afford the ~350/mo car payment. On that note, I managed to send out my resume to at least one place today: Gothic Software, in Gainesville. They're looking for a VB programmer, and they're a smaller company, so I don't know if they'll pay well enough to let me turn down any jobs in Orlando. I also spoke with my connection in the stock execution business, and they are interviewing more potentials over the next week or two; it may be that I'll hear something from them one way or the other soonish. I also tried calling Beer to see if he ever passed my resume along to EA but, as usual, he didn't answer or return my call.

Now that I'm no longer stranded, I should really head back to Orlando. But there are so many birthdays here in Gainesville, and a lot of really great people. I'm torn. But, if nothing else, I need to get back to pay some bills and get my interview clothes. I'll probably head back this weekend some time.

Well, I just spent the day in Starke, going to car dealerships, to no avail. Lo, it is the time of year when all the dealerships send their used car inventory to auction to be equitably redistributed to other dealerships.

So, now I'm back to looking at the 2006 Pontiac Grand Prix that I have had my eye on now since Monday. I'm going to go down to the dealership tomorrow, hopefully, and give it a whirl. Then my mother's going to look in to financing it for me, seeing as how I have no job at the moment and banks are loathe to lend to layabouts like me.

I also have the option of buying one of several cars that friends have to sell, but my mother is willing to front the money (at least until I get myself settled and can refinance it on my own) for a pimpin new car and that's an offer I can't refuse.

I went out to a new-ish club night last night, at AKA Lounge. Matt, or as Brent calls him, the Lurker, spun some decent synthpop, EBM, and a little electro-industrial. The crowd was light, though, and Brent and I ended up wandering over to I-Bar towards the end of the night, since it was free cover and cheaper drinks. But I still enjoyed the AKA experience.

I met some new people. A girl named Morgan who, while she won't be attending the AKA night any more, I think, said she'll probably be up at I-Bar's Wednesday night pretty often. Another girl named Crystal who wouldn't dance, and was just there with her friends (which I'm pretty sure is girl-speak for something, but I'll be damned if I understand girl-speak). And some Tom Petty-looking guy who was pretty good at dancing with glowsticks on strings.

I even managed to collect some paraphernalia: Matt gave me the very flashy, rubbery, spiky ball thing off his neck, and some hot goth chick calling herself Brat gave me one of her glow bracelets. Matt apparently orders these ball things wholesale directly from China and has an entire case of them. And Brat apparently gets the glow bracelets in large quantities from Michael's, of all places.

I've been getting compliments on my dancing lately, though I still feel pretty jerky and clumsy. Maybe that feeling never leaves. Brent disparages his own dancing all the time, but he's decent as long as he lets go and actually gets in to it.

I fear that my weeknight club-going will be curtailed soon once I start working. I will miss my Wednesday night goth night, more so since they apparently canceled the Friday night at Screamers.

I keep signing up for these things, knowing I'll never write much. I talk so little, and write not much more. They tell me I should be more communicative (or is it communicable?) but the eloquence always escapes me, and I never know what to say. Well, anyway, I'm here now, so I guess I should try to make the best of it and put forth a concerted effort to "spill my guts," as the metaphor goes. But not right now; now, I need sleep.