Post Storm

After such an angry post, I think it’s time to lighten up things a bit.. or at least let the dust settle. Here's what I've cooked up about a day or so ago:


Ha, I must seem like such a drama-bitch from that last post, and I guess at the time I was. Ah well, shit happens.
I’m up for a job interview tomorrow, so I’m gathering all me lucky charms. I don’t know why it’s so hard to find a quality job these days. I mean, all I want to do is get some decent employment above fast food. Is it really too much to ask not to work is a grease-dump? America apparently thinks so.
School’s going pretty well indeed, except for the part where I fail my Japanese midterm, but we’ll kindly ignore that. I’m actually quite enjoying my nonfiction workshop class… mostly. There are some wonderful writers in there that make me blush to turn in my own work, and then there’s other writers who I want to turn my work in with. I suppose it is too much to assume college students know that there is something grammatically retarded with this sentence: “When, I got home I decided to do my homework.” Obviously that decision was not favored for your years in grade school.
Sad really, but this kind of thing makes my work shine like some golden goose of riddles and alliteration. That is until someone tries to critique five pages of my masterpiece. You know people are hurting to find something to correct when their lecturing you on too many adverbs (of which there was about a total of three) or that “writin’” and “doin’” is less of voice and more of an inclination toward laziness. As if it took less effort to press the apostrophe key than to press a ‘g.’
My intermural basketball games are over and I’m as relieved as I am kinda let down. My team was a grand disaster, with three girls who could hold together a play and two boys determined to destroy anything even remotely similar to an organized strategy. The main problem I noticed was the fact that every other team we played not only had more than five players (enough to switch out and give a rest to others), but also seemed to have played together for long enough to ‘click.’ My team worked like five oxen pulling a wagon in each direction of the compass plus one. We’d never make it to Oregon.
Hopefully next quarter me and my good friend Danielle can rally up some peeps who once happened upon the word “teamwork.”
Anywho, I’d tell you lots more, but I’m too lazy and am in dire need of a showering.. and this post, I realize with regret, is quite boring. That’s that then.