Right thurr

Another day of cabin fever and sending out endless resumes with no responses in sight. I have been on craigslist all day sorting through the listings, trying to find a job opening that suits my needs and qualifications, carpal tunnel worries on my mind. Sitting in front of the computer so this long is no easy task, especially for someone who has certifiable ADD (it's been four hours thus far and I'm going a little crazy, recalling memories of my college days--oh so long ago-- staring into the screen cranking out term papers), and particularly unnerving when the pursuit has been so fruitless. What does it take for a girl to get a job around here???

So I'm taking a little break. My resume looks great, I have cover letters down to a science, I'm ready to do a little youtubing and a little blogging. I might even leave my room soon and attempt to do some "Exercise TV," courtesy of Comcast On Demand. I'll probably try it out for a few minutes to humor myself before I give up and watch reality television, one of my vices and favorite thing to do when I don't feel like thinking about anything. Watching a good film is pure escapism, when you don't want to think about your own problems and instead direct your attention to cinematography or whatever, but reality television is the best thing when you don't want to have to use your brain at all. I do enough reading and intellectual stuff to give me a pass for this lazy behavior, so don't judge me.

On a completely different note, I'm listening to a mixtape I got my first year at Temple, from this bootleg table I used to love but got banned from the campus because of its illegal operation. Too bad, because they always had the newest ish. Anyway, on this particular mixtape, There's The Money Part 2, there are so many bangers, including Cam'ron's fabulous "Get em girl," some crazy Ghostface tune, and this lovely little remix of Chingy's "Right Thurr" featuring my girl, Trina. Check it out.

What the old timers used to call cabin-fever

Man, I hate winter. It's so cold outside that I'm almost afraid to leave the house. This causes a predicament because I hate being cooped up almost as much as I hate freezing.

In the summer it's a different story: if you've been in the house too long you can go out and get some fresh air, take a little walk to nowhere in particular and it doesn't matter. So long as you keep yourself equipped with a beverage, the summertime world is your oyster.

Well, at least it's my oyster. Other people might complain about being out and about for no real purpose, but I just scoff. Doing nothing out-of-doors can be really enjoyable, so long as the sun is out.

However, I know exactly how those people feel once January rolls around. I dread leaving the house because I feel extra sensitivity to cold weather, it just goes right through me, no matter how well I'm bundled up. I'm miserable when the weather is really cold-- you don't want to be around me.

But then again, you probably don't want to be around me when I'm in the middle of a cabin-fever breakdown. I get so nuts, especially if I've gone through most of the day alone. When I finally do see someone after hours of eerie stillness I explode a little to the point of annoyance in some cases. I get so excited to see another human being that verbal diarrhea spews incoherently, my arms flail about, and it's extremely hard for me to sit still.

Playing music really loud during the day helps if I'm by myself cooped up at home, but it's no substitute for real human contact. And that human contact is hard to come by since most of my friends have jobs or go to school and are therefore "too busy" to help me live a normal, unmolelike existence during the colder months. Ah well, at least my cabin-fever doesn't result in hallucinations of creepy twin girls.

Like Frank White...

I'm back from the dead.
I realize I haven't made a post on this shiz in over a year, but please forgive me. I can't really tell you all I've done since my last post, but in a nutshell: I came back to the states, graduated from Temple with a decent GPA and now I am trying desperately to find a job challenging and meaningful enough to hold my interest. I'm new to this whole working thing. My last job was at Temple University's Paley Library, working in inter-library loans processing books from other schools for Owl students, a thankless and tedious student position with shitty pay. I stopped going to work towards the end of my last semester in order to give more attention to my capstone paper (hip-hop and the minstrelsy tradition, which we can talk about later if you wish), and also because my boss, with whom I worked in close proximity (his desk was about three feet away from mine), was crazy about the Irish Republican Army and that's all he ever talked about when he wasn't making slightly racist comments. At least I got some library experience. Enough to decide that the librarian's life is not for me. Who wants to spend their days filing little dusty slips of paper in alphabetical order for undeserving little snots of college kids? Not meeeeee.
My parents have been on my ass since graduation. First of all, I decided that I didn't want to go the grad ceremony because I thought it was a waste of time, plus a waste of money for the dumb cap and gown rental. Boo. I did well in school, but honestly I didn't try all that hard so I don't really think much of my "achievements." I'm just glad it's over, but my mom and dad I guess really wanted to watch me walk down that ol' aisle, their first child to gradumacate from kollege. But seriously, I did the work, I got the degree, so what's the big deal? And they already got a picture of me wearing the mortarboard which is prominently displayed in our dining room. Whatever, I'm being a brat.
The second thing is they keep pestering me to get a job. Well, I have been trying. No, I still haven't written a cover letter, but I think anxiety is keeping me from doing that. Getting a real job scares me a bit, I've never done it before and I have to do it all myself. I've written a resume, sent them out to a bunch of different companies that posted on craigslist looking for editors and administrative assistants and such, but no luck thus far. I'm not too stressed about it, but I really hate being broke. I don't have a dime to my name at the moment and it's a problem. Hopefully something will come up soon but I'll just have to stay patient and keep it going.
Signing off for now, I'm going to pick up my diploma from some office at Temple.