Eight days. That's a crock Figments, I'm telling you. Where did my summer go? I have thoroughly piddled it away.

So much to blog about, so little drive in which to do it.

I applied for a second job last night, well a few of them, but there is only one that I really want. It would be working with an afterschool program at a private grade school. It would be perfect, because it would be part time, and would be from 3 - 6, which would not only fit into my horrible evil no-good schedule, but would mean that I wouldn't have to work 'nights' (see: lady of the night) anymore and would have time to make it to my night class.

Keep things crossed for me, Figs. Eyes and legs in particular.

Hidden anger, childishness, fighting and resigning to the loss of friendships has dominated the last couple of weeks. Most of it not my own - merely listening to the aftermath of others having to go through it, but some of it has been aimed at me. It makes me sad, but I understand sometimes other people just haven't grown up.

I must not be as forgiving as I was years ago. I just don't feel like letting it go and being around when it's convenient to be their friend again. I've done it far too many times in the past to people who behaved badly towards me, and I don't want to do it anymore. I'll be polite, but I don't think I'm going to extend myself beyond that. I left high school behind over a decade ago and don't have time to play those games. Does this make me a bad person? I haven't decided yet. Probably.

My friend Cosmo surprised me with a book of haikus the other day on our way to an ExBo meeting for the ASC. It's so awesome, thank you Cos! The ones in the book are much, much much better written then any of mine. That's ok though, because mine are special. My mommy said so.

Then, much to my surprise, I found out (weeks later, shame on me) that I was a winner in Scrine's Fortune Cookie contest. I was floored, mainly because there are so many good writers on Scrine and I'm like shoe scum in comparison. I won a mug. Go me!

My winning fortune?

Your mother knows what is in your sock drawer.

It won, in the category "Fortune most disturbing, but only when you think about it." which I am highly certain was made up on the fly.

It's fantastic though, I'm touched. In awkward and inappropriate places. Thank you Scrine.


Sneaking out at night,
Replaced by college frat boys,
Vanishing neighbors.

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