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EvilDollEyes
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Name: Rebecca
Gender: Female
Interests: Art, good music, books, tarot cards, gargoyles, mythology, my cats, nature, cooking, intelligent conversation, not-so intelligent conversation...
Expertise: Everything or nothing, most likely the latter.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Yahoo:  fallingmoon78
Member Since:
6/6/2005
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| So, it looks like I will be spending the holiday weekend back in Rockford with my parents. They're stopping to pick me up tomorrow on the way back from picking up my sister in the city. I would really prefer to stay home and drive back there with C. for the big family get together on Saturday, but his only day off this weekend in Sunday. I don't like leaving here for that long, it almost makes me almost physically ill when we're apart for more than a night or two, but I really shouldn't miss the party. I have a cousin coming up from Florida and I rarely get to see her. This is especially important since she told my mom that she was willing to fly all the way up here for my wedding. The least I could do is inconvenience myself by going to see her while she's in the area. There will be the usual collection of cousins and aunts and uncles I don't get to see all that often anymore as well. Needless to say, my mom is totally thrilled that she's having both of her daughters at home this year.She sounded like she was going to burst from excitement when I spoke to her in the phone earlier today.
It feels weird going back there though. The house seems so much smaller than it did when I lived there. The whole place is very familiar, yet foreign at the same time. I still always feel welcome there though, almost to the point where mom drives me as crazy as she did when I was growing up...
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| I started off today with one of those mornings when you want to do anything but get out of bed. However, I managed to drag myself out in time to see my fiance(using that word still seems weird to me) off to work. He told me how my cat attempted to swallow the wrist strap of one of our Wii controllers earlier. Luckily, he caught him and took it away before he could choke, but now I have to make sure the controllers are kept out of his reach. This cat makes me feel like I'm raising a toddler sometimes.
After C. left, I went on another job searching spree and fired off 4 resumes before breakfast. After eating, I curled up on the couch staring into space while feeling sorry for myself and thinking about what else I should do today when my phone rang. Someone calling for yet another interview for Wednesday. I've been averaging one of those per week lately, but none have led to any job offers so far. This makes me paranoid wondering what I'm doing wrong, if in fact I am doing anything wrong. It could just be bad luck and the poor job market. But,as my mom once told me, all I can be is just Me, and if I'm not what they want, I probably wouldn't like the job anyway
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| Stinky Babies We had a couple of little visitors stop by to wander up and down the walkway outside of our apartment this afternoon.
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| A Celebration of UnattractivenessI was just reading a thread with the above title. Readers were asked to list everything that makes them unattractive to the opposite sex. It was an entertaining look into people's hang-ups and insecurities. I felt compelled to join in on the discussion and make my very own list. It was actually funner than I thought it would be and I decided to post it here also.
-I have a college degree, yet I'm unemployed.
-I can't make my student loan payments and will probably carry
this debt for the rest of my life
-I'm fat and my body is shaped oddly enough that even clothes
that are my size rarely fit properly
-I wear glasses that are too big and always slide down my
nose
-I have crooked teeth, but you wouldn't know because I rarely smile anyway
-I'm too quiet
-I tend to stare
-I don't drive
-I rarely wear make-up or dress nicely
-I obsess over dorky stuff like video games and anything associated with Joss Whedon -I lived with my parents until I was 25
I still consider the fact that I found someone who doesn't care about this stuff a miracle...
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| Old SchoolI was inspired by pikapril25's entry about reading through her old Xangas. Although I understand Xanga's desire to compete with other sites, I also miss the older, simpler version without the themes and fancy features. I like simplicity and that's part of what drew me back here.
Earlier, I typed in the address of my original Xanga and was a little surprised to see it still exists considering nothing has been posted there in over 3 years. I read through some of the last entries and noticed how frequently I used to update it. There was a new post almost every day.
Of course, my life was simpler back in those days. I was living with my parents and didn't really have "grown-up" things to worry about. I was lonely and saw blogging as more of a window through which I could escape my boredom and my mom's nosiness. Staying up until 3 am journaling, instant messaging my friends and some random strangers, and purely mind numbing surfing was what I did for fun.
I wouldn't trade my current situation for that one, but I would like to get back to posting more. I even stole most of my old layout for inspiration. I find the look a little more pleasing to the eye, at least for the moment...
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