Locked entry to: Caleb.
May. 28th, 2005 12:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amityville_sweetheartHome again, home again, jiggety jig.
Oh, it's so nice to just sit down on the couch, open a pint of Ben and Jerry's in my PJs, and totally veg out. Cinemax is being my favorite channel in the cosmos right now and showing me Kama Sutra: A love story.
I know, I know. In reality, this movie is nothing more than all the tragedy one could cram in between soft-core pornography. The camera work, architecture, and wardrobe is absolutely wonderful, however. There's also the fact that this movie makes me cry like the romantic sap I am everytime I watch it. Every girl needs a favorite love story, right?
I know as soon as it's over I'm going to feel awful, though. Watching romantic movies alone is not the most desirable thing in the world. We'll not even mention the fact that it's a tragic love story, and that makes it even worse to watch alone.
And in case anyone's wondering? He's still a total idiot, and so am I. Known the guy a month, but the mysterious green eyes get every girl, don't they? Pause a moment while I sigh in my girlish crush.
All right, I'm all done now.
Yes, I was originally talking about getting back to normal things, one of which was searching around for a job after I slept like the dead for a while.
All the good karma I had reserved after running around with the JSA must have decided to cash itself in early. The job hunt today was a bust, but I returned home to find a message on my machine from the Grieg Institute (a creative and performing arts school for girls. Gotta love the extra-curricular educational options of Metropolis).
Last week I did something totally random and out of my nature, and decided to try for something I was actually skilled in. I put my resume in at Isa's, as they were looking for a classical dance instructor for their ages 8-10 class.
I didn't expect a response from them. I've never taught, I only took three years of dance in college, and two independent courses for about a year during college. Dancing has always been more of an interest than a profession, and I'm two years out of shape for it.
Despite all these reasons, I put in my resume and a two-year-old video portfolio, along with all the recommendations I could scrounge up. Turns out they'd like to see me for an audition later this week. The offer includes many goodies, among them being an actual member of the faculty, which gives me benefits, summer pay, the whole nine yards.
This is me, feeling completely overwhelmed and terrified. I have this habit recently of getting myself in way too deep.
Like, for example, fighting demons with the Justice Society of America. Merciful Kittens, do you know how many years I probably took off my life with all that? But, I like to torture myself with prospects too high to reach, so I believe I will be saying yes to both the job and the JSA.
I feel like the Coyote strapping himself into a huge trebuchet. I know the joke's on me when the road-runner zooms by yelling, "Meep meep!" and I go face-first in the dirt.
Still, I can't help but give it a chance.
Oh, it's so nice to just sit down on the couch, open a pint of Ben and Jerry's in my PJs, and totally veg out. Cinemax is being my favorite channel in the cosmos right now and showing me Kama Sutra: A love story.
I know, I know. In reality, this movie is nothing more than all the tragedy one could cram in between soft-core pornography. The camera work, architecture, and wardrobe is absolutely wonderful, however. There's also the fact that this movie makes me cry like the romantic sap I am everytime I watch it. Every girl needs a favorite love story, right?
I know as soon as it's over I'm going to feel awful, though. Watching romantic movies alone is not the most desirable thing in the world. We'll not even mention the fact that it's a tragic love story, and that makes it even worse to watch alone.
And in case anyone's wondering? He's still a total idiot, and so am I. Known the guy a month, but the mysterious green eyes get every girl, don't they? Pause a moment while I sigh in my girlish crush.
All right, I'm all done now.
Yes, I was originally talking about getting back to normal things, one of which was searching around for a job after I slept like the dead for a while.
All the good karma I had reserved after running around with the JSA must have decided to cash itself in early. The job hunt today was a bust, but I returned home to find a message on my machine from the Grieg Institute (a creative and performing arts school for girls. Gotta love the extra-curricular educational options of Metropolis).
Last week I did something totally random and out of my nature, and decided to try for something I was actually skilled in. I put my resume in at Isa's, as they were looking for a classical dance instructor for their ages 8-10 class.
I didn't expect a response from them. I've never taught, I only took three years of dance in college, and two independent courses for about a year during college. Dancing has always been more of an interest than a profession, and I'm two years out of shape for it.
Despite all these reasons, I put in my resume and a two-year-old video portfolio, along with all the recommendations I could scrounge up. Turns out they'd like to see me for an audition later this week. The offer includes many goodies, among them being an actual member of the faculty, which gives me benefits, summer pay, the whole nine yards.
This is me, feeling completely overwhelmed and terrified. I have this habit recently of getting myself in way too deep.
Like, for example, fighting demons with the Justice Society of America. Merciful Kittens, do you know how many years I probably took off my life with all that? But, I like to torture myself with prospects too high to reach, so I believe I will be saying yes to both the job and the JSA.
I feel like the Coyote strapping himself into a huge trebuchet. I know the joke's on me when the road-runner zooms by yelling, "Meep meep!" and I go face-first in the dirt.
Still, I can't help but give it a chance.
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So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 06:32 am (UTC)Chill. You'll be fine, as long as you don't keep reminding yourself to be fine.
Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 06:43 am (UTC)And I didn't necessarily 'handle' that other situation, either. There was a lot of standing around panicing, and mental repetitions of Our Lord's Prayer.
Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 07:16 am (UTC)Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 07:27 am (UTC)Besides, if you continue being pig-headed as far as Caleb's actions go, I may have to set you in your place...
...like, say, how would your parents react if they knew you were running around Metropolis in spandex on a $3,000 rice burner...?
Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 07:30 am (UTC)Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 07:33 am (UTC)Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 07:36 am (UTC)I'm sorry, that must've been your Halloween costume, then. *sweet smile* I won't tell. Promise.
Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 07:44 am (UTC)And second of all, even if I *was* running around in spandex as you put it, the worst I might have theoretically faced was a jackass calling himself Captain Clean, who was theoretically going around attacking people he thought were criminals with a pressure sprayer full of dish soap.
Not Prince Demons.
Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 07:51 am (UTC)Yeah right.Aha. How silly of me to presume.Very true about the Prince Demons, though.
Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 07:55 am (UTC)Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 07:56 am (UTC)Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 08:06 am (UTC)Re: So let me get this straight
Date: 2005-05-28 08:23 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2005-05-29 03:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-29 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-29 07:37 am (UTC)And thanks for your part yesterday, too. Didn't mean to scare you or anything. If it helps, I almost never bet peoples' souls on a crazy vengence spree and then brutally pound someone to death. I just... kind of lost it. It was a very bad day.
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Date: 2005-05-29 07:54 am (UTC)And you didn't... Okay, to be frank? It was a demon. The less the better, right? From the sounds of it, you had reason to go berserk. And that jerk had it coming.
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Date: 2005-05-29 08:05 am (UTC)Anyway. See you around, hopefully out of costume next time.