dancing robots

I worked around 20 hours in two days and didn't get paid a dime for it.

I have two job interviews this week. The prospect of doing some form of work and getting compensation is glorious. Never before I have I been so grateful for my horrible high school job. I never knew how good I had it until now. Not only was I bringing in over $200 a week (and I know, it's not a lot, but it's more than nothing!) and I was making tips. Lots of tips. I was damn good at that job.

I have such a boring life. I've been called out on how much television I watch, and I know. It's excessive. But man, that Roseanne! What a riot! And seriously, what she did for television is incredible. It's true: you can have a loud-mouthed, big woman on television and people will watch. It's a genre of television. Just like the whole "fat man, skinny wife" genre. This is what I learned on spring break in Evanston.

I think I'm going to the Austin City Limits festival. As soon as those first two paychecks come in, I'm purchasing my ticket. I can't believe that I won't be able to take my camera, though. I mean, I'll bring it, but I can't take it inside the festival. Ridiculous.

My mother told me to stop over-analyzing everything in life. I tend to do that a lot, and I wish I could stop, but hey. That's me. I like the look over every minuscule thing that goes on and ruin moments and just...complicate things.

My posts never have any solid ideas. My thought process is jumbled up, and I bounce around from one idea to another.

However, a continuous theme would be unemployment. And Felicity-esque drama/situations. I think if my life were a television show, it'd be somewhat interesting. Except for the hours when I loaf around at home, waiting for my friends to either get off work or get out of class. My life during the week basically revolves around their schedule and me riding my bike to places I can apply for jobs.

I like bicycling.