Return of the Random

OR Oh My GAWD, I am SO BORED!

I have grown tired of this whole "being unemployed" thing. I'm bored, and I have no money.

I awakened this morning (okay, it was almost afternoon) to the sound of non-English-speaking men tramping about my house and removing storm windows (so they could paint the entirety of all the windows). Somehow, I managed to take a shower and slink back to my bedroom in a towel without flashing any of the painters (that I know of). This reminds me of a funny post I saw on "The Best of Craigslist." You just can't make up shit like that.

Due in part to my recent state of extreme, mind-numbing boredom, I've been surfing Craigslist: job listings, housing, and yes, even the personals. Needless to say, nothing has come of it... though I have sent out my résumé for a few copy editing jobs. No word yet on any of them, but it hasn't been very long, so I still have hope.

I'd managed to stay away from ebay until SOMEONE posted about it on her blog, and I couldn't resist any longer. So I bid on another pair of sneakers, which, if I win, I will have to pay for with the magic plastic, because I have ABSOLUTELY NO SELF-CONTROL.

I finally digitized all my CDs, after I downloaded the most recent iTunes update and it stopped being a stubborn whore. My 20-gig (which actually means it stores 18 gigs of music... what a rip!) iPod is now full. I have 11+ DAYS worth of music on it, so I should be set for my impending family trip to Indiana. We're leaving Friday (at the ASS CRACK of dawn, seriously, like 5am) and coming back Sunday (I think). It's Grandma and Grampa's 60th anniversary, so all (or most of) the aunts and uncles and cousins are gathering just outside of Indianapolis for the weekend. The iPod will also be accompanying me (and my sister) for the 8-ish-hour drive to upstate New York to visit Granny and Uncle R (Mom's mother and brother). This iPod accompaniment will necessitate driving my sister's car, as my car does not have a tape player, and I only have a tape adapter for the iPod, because I tried to do the whole handy-dandy FM transmitter thing, but the reception was uber-shitty, so I returned that 30-dollar fucker to Target.

Speaking of Target, I spent most of the last of my cash there today on a big-ass bag of patriotic red, white and blue M&Ms and a huge whiffle ball bat. Athena and I are pretty much each other's only social outlets at this point, and we're growing tired of watching TV, so we've regressed to the activities of our childhood (like whiffle ball and ping-pong).

Meanwhile, I have this weird quasi-Flock-of-Seagulls thing going on with my hair, 'cause it dried funny. And I got ANOTHER wedding invitation in the mail the other day. That would be the fourth invitation to the wedding of a friend MY AGE that I have received in the last two months. This is really starting to freak me out. Here I am, unemployed, living at home with my parents, and surfing lame personals on Craigslist posted predominantly by morons who are "looking 4 a hott sexxxy feminine grrrl who is a gr8 dancer and likes to party," while half my friend-base is tying the knot, buying their first house, and either starting grad school or settling down into a career. If we were playing The Game of Life, I'd be a lone pink peg stuck in my little plastic station wagon, parked in the "hurry up and pick a career, dammit!" space, waiting for the perfect plastic peg to come along and hop in the passenger-side hole of my little plastic car, but actually only succeeding in repelling the other plastic pegs, both blue and pink, sending them running (or rolling, or however those pegs move without being wedged in a hole in a plastic Volvo) far, far away. I think I took that metaphor a little too far. The half-pound of candy-coated chocolate deliciousness I just ate is making me kinda jumpy.