The position was offered and I accepted. Gladly. Mostly, I am excited about living like a real adult. Having an apartment, a salary, furniture, self-sufficiency. Thursday and Friday, I spent all day looking at apartments that ran the gamut of unforgettablility - as in ugly to immaculate. None were the one, unfortunately, but two were acceptable. I am so so eager to move. The wait is heavy and long but I can see the end. I have two more hopefully places to view on Monday Morning so I will have a place to live for sure by Monday Evening.

In the same April theme, "Moving", I move into my cubicle on Monday, April 2nd and begin my career in fashion. This is really the perfect place for right now; it is out of Kzoo but close enough to not have to totally redo my life (find new doctors, new friends, new state tax systems...). My mouth is almost complete but there is still work to be done and I would like to have that out of the way before I move out of Michigan.

Note: Do not eat a bag of movie theater popcorn, a box of dots, a Mr. Pibb soda, a slice of Martini's Pizza and mozzarella tomato antipasto within a two hour span. ever. (This is nearly as awful as vinegar and chocolate together.)

March Hair

My static state has yet to change (as that IS it's inherent nature). I am still waiting to hear back about the position I am interested it. The prospect of living outside of my parents home excites me with every baby step taken toward new employment.

In other news, after longing for it desperately, I am permmed. To all you neigh-sayers - I love it. I love curly hair. alot. and as a result, my spirits are instantly lifted the second I finger through the bouncy coils springing from my own head. Thank you, Mother.

In other other news, Duncan has cancer. It's not terribly serious, fortunately - we just have to be diligent about having future incidences removed promptly. He is confused about why he can't wear his collar (which he loves) but we can't possible explain to him that it's because he has twenty surgical staples embedded in his neck.

I had something about the weather typed here but I just can't talk about it anymore. It seems like all I ever talk about is the weather... I think it results from my eagerness to escape from my currently monotonous days into some new duties and environments. I am packing up everything, including my conversational topics, in the hopes for the change to come faster. I also think I am having a harder time inviting people to be more personal with me. I am building walls against my better judgement. Let's hang out soon and I can practice being a better friend to you.

The E-Collar

Elizabethan, that is.
Duncan was groggily terrified after his surgery. They performed several more operations than even I expected. He is in rough shape but looking up (well, looking straight mostly, with the e-collar on his head).

The interview went well, I was not yet offered a position but the deal sweetened and my appetite whetted in return. I hope to hear something this week. I am considering the prospect of living on my own (sans roomies...) for the first time. If you know me, you might be aware that I am terrifed of the dark and of sleeping alone in a house. I intend to conquer that fear, post haste, and dominate the whole of my own apartment. If any of you know of a good place to live in GR, enlighten me.

A hint of spring is on the wind this morning and duly welcomed. It has been a low, dark winter.

Please hold for sustainability...

So my laptop had a minor issue last August. I took it to be repaired. Seven months have drifted by... not that slowly, really. Not having a computer makes one feel quite out of the modern age. So anyway, - my laptop is still broken- the minor problem is now an unappoachably expensive problem and I am tired of waiting around for it to be fixed so I can return to my pre-computer-depraved normalcy. Time for a new blog.

I received my tax return and bought myself a dressfrom! YAY! I have wanted a dress form badly for a long time but they are incredibly expensive. Erin pointed me to a company, Studio Rox, who sells them for reasonable prices (along with lots of other exciting equipment and mannequins). Also, with my tax return, I am fixing my car (it has a bad noise emanating from the front right tire... scary) and flying to Los Angeles.

Aside from the dressform arrival, Thursday will be extraordinarily busy. Duncan is going in for surgery in an attempt to save his hearing, neck and leg from tumors. He has been pretty sick lately. He developed lots of small black spots and is loosing his hair. I hope he comes out alright and that he does not become a monster of basic need from anesthesia as I did. I have an for-real-this-is-serious-life-happening interview (the outcome of which I will post later).

Test post

This is a test. T E S T I N G!
The end.