I went to the first day of my professional sucking thing.

I can make a lot more than I thought I could.

I'll get $2000 a month as long as I meet showing minimum.

I'll be working for a boss that actually gives two shits about this trainees.

He said he'd find ways to get me places even without a driver's license.

They cycle people around so I'll get ridiculous amounts of job experience.

The Kirby vacuum is the most badass motherfucking vacuum you will ever see in your life.

It's absolutely disgusting what lives in your mattress.

It turns out I don't work Sunday's after all, so I get my game back.

To top it all off, my dad just texted me to say how proud he is that I finally got a job.

...

This is slightly balanced out by the fact that they may not ask me back if they thought I wasn't good enough today or something like that because they can't admit everyone who applied, but it's not enough to outweigh the fact that I'm so fucking happy right now I could cry.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a dozen phone calls to make.

I think things have been going really well the last couple of weeks.

Which is... Kind of weird. I mean, check this out:

• All my financial aid stuff is in and I'm just waiting for them to process it.
• Assuming it isn't a crazy internet hoax, I'll be making $80 a day pretty soon.
• I've got two paying website projects set up behind that, huzzah for freelance.
• My friends have rented an amazing house and I'll eventually move in with them.
• I've been cranking out pieces for this art series that I'm actually proud of.
• I seem to have crawled out of my RP slump with new inspiration for my characters.

And to top it off, the weather is fabulous today.

I... Don't want to jinx it, but holy moly, it's so strange to not be stressing about something.

I was away from the internet for two days, and now I feel like I've fallen behind on a ton of stuff. School things, job offers... Like, four different art projects... All those stray RP tags... Although the blame is partly on me, as I spent all of today just vegetating and recovering from two crazy days with very little sleep in between.

( Rambling about Giovanna, my Exalted Character )

So yesterday I spent eighteen hours with Sean and Kiley driving all around Washington. Fifteen of those hours were spent crammed in his little clown car, but I got the fuzzy blanket... Which made it livable. Plus I could lay down on the massive pile of clothes, towels, and sandwiches and rest my eyes when keeping them open kind of started to hurt. I was tired, yo. We all were, and we were all listening to music and drinking soda and distracting each other to keep awake. I even gulped down a bit of root beer when we got to the first destination (I hate carbonation, you see) to get a bit more energy.

The lesson here is that I need to sleep more before I go on these trips... But at least now we know that we can definitely survive with each other on future road trips. We discussed this, actually. We work well together. There are other friends we like to hang out with, of course, but they'd probably be driven insane by Kiley and Sean by the end of the trip--or vice-versa. I'm really patient with... Everyone, so they said I'd probably survive the best out of all of them. It makes me really want to learn how to drive before our June trip, so that I can take over the wheel a bit when things get crazy.

( More about our road trip around Washington! )

( Future plans with friends... )

I feel like I should have a closing paragraph or something because this practically turned into an essay, but I've always sucked at conclusions. ):

I spent the first three hours of the new year roleplaying as an angry drunk and I have no regrets. Perfectly awesome way to start things off. Followed by nine hours of sleep~

My New Year's resolution is to be better at managing my time and getting things done, instead of being sucked into the internet for 8+ hours a day and failing to go anywhere with my life. Last year really sucked in that regard, so this year I swear I'm gonna get over my stupid hesitation and that "oh gawd no one will ever hire/accept me I'm too full of fail" thing. And I'm going to stop stuttering when I tell people what an fabulous person I am and why they should give me what I want. And I will seriously actually ask for help when I need it instead of going, "...eh I'll figure it out later."

I AM AWESOME. I CAN DO THIS.

And I want you all to hold me to this, f-list! ♥

I hope that everyone has a really good year. Nine is a good number, since it represents completion and achievement. A lot like three, except three times better. It's about dedication and determination. The world is changing, and it's up to us to decide whether it changes for better or for worse. I dunno about you guys, but 'better' sounds like a pretty ace idea. :)

This has been a message from your resident Disney Princess.

• Sushi in the fridge I've been ordered to eat.
• Change in the White House I'm willing to believe in.
• I think I got my inspiration for daily drawing back.
• More places in my area are starting to hire again.
• I have two baskets full of clean laundry.

I think it'll be a good day. ♥

On the bright side, I have the financial aid papers I need now, my house is stocked with my favorite kind of healthy cereal, it's not a millions degrees out today, I found my "Requiem for a Dream" music track, and Avatar will be on tonight again like it has all week. My icon-making mojo also seems to be back. I think this is cause for celebration.

On the 'eeeeeh?' side, I was having whacked-up dreams last night (but when have my dreams ever been normal, really?) and I can remember then happening in, like, chapters. pained_life was there, and I think you were telling me something that you would have told me in real-life, though I can't remember what it was. But my brain made you very in-character, I'm rather proud of myself. I think there were vampires involved too, but that's a given. The entire thing seemed to point to the fact that I shouldn't read Johnny the Homicidal Maniac comics right before bed. Like the moon, Nny. Like the moon. Gawd, what a depressing ending.

( Cut for those of you who don't want to read about blood everywhere: )