i got a job!
*emily does the "i'm employed!" dance*

i'll be working at the health sciences library microlab. i don't know when i start, exactly, but i was offered the job and gleefully accepted. i'm just happy to be qualified and recognized for that and not having it be a big hassle at all. whee.

but today i tried to do more math homework, and then i realized: they assign a shit-ton of the stuff, when it's only worth 35 points out of 535 total points for the quarter. now, this does not mean i intend to skip the homework altogether, nosir. i intend to pass the class easily. i just need to not stress over doing every single fucking problem they assign, including every last excruciating detail of every part of each question when it is so repetitive and annoying. if i don't understand something, i will try harder to learn it, but if i get it and it takes me for-fucking-ever to crank through it, fuck it. that is of no value to me. this class is *review* for me. i don't *need* to pick through it with a fine-tooth comb. how relieving!

josie and i went up to the farmer's market this morning. i went to pay for my small bag of fresh basil (including a few purple sprigs, how pretty!) and purple bell pepper (i think our entire apartment is now obsessed with that color) and, reaching for what i thought was the $1 bill i had before visiting the atm, found it was actually $10. that made me happy. i bought too much pretty vegetable stuff, then i went to trader joe's again and bought too much yummy food stuff. well, i had to pitch in a bag of onions and a half gallon of 1% milk, but other than that, it was my yummy food. at least $5 of the bill was in balance or clif bars, though. they're my emergency candy, or for protein crashes. i haven't even had regular m&m's in so long. have i broken free of the vicious candy cycle?

the tj's candy aisle--or shelf of evil as i called it when my mom and i first saw it and drooled extensively--called to me softly today, but i resisted after a passing glance at the chocolate penises--err, raspberry sticks--and mint milk chocolate ufos. no, instead, i bought a bag of hazelnuts and a bag of raisins. YUM. really! i swear! and i don't drink soda anymore, either. uf. i try hard to eat more healthfully but i don't couple it with exercise, so i'll just age with my pounds of extra flesh. walking all over town just to buy food doesn't help me lose weight, it only succeeds in increasing my back problems. dude, i'm not even 20, and i'm already noticing signs of arthritis.

yeah. i'm totally obsessed with food. in a good way, i think. i get excited about the flavors and how to make it better for you in some vague way or more creative or storing it or buying it or saving money or whatever. if only i could get so worked up about sleep, maybe my body would appreciate it more and let me have more of it.

i hurt so bad today. i drink a lot of green tea and i hurt so bad. kk offered to drive up from olympia to give me a massage, but i said no. that's silly. he can give it to me when i see him next week instead. heh.

i listened to dj krush today, among other things. the last track of milight always gives me pause, just remembering a month ago, before the world "changed forever"...

so today i got a rejection letter from the asuw experimental college, re: the catalog designer position. the job for which an interview was rescheduled more times than i care to remember, in fact, even on the day--the MORNING--after i moved into my apartment and wore shoes that, for the first time ever, managed to give me evil fucking heel blisters that persist today, it was rescheduled for the afternoon. after i waited about 20 minutes. anyway, lame.

i'm not bitter or anything, but jeez, a snail-mail rejection letter for someone living a 10-minute walk from the place of employment? and it says, "the position has been filled." jesus christ. how lame. i would edit the entire letter's contents down to, "dear emily, haha, you lose. love, the winners." but "the position has been filled" reminds me of fucking mary poppins when the huge crazy wind comes down the street and blows away all the black-clad grouchy-looking potential nannies and marry poppins steps in, perky as all hell, and wins the job and the children's affections, like, immediately, and so the asshole banker daddy asks the maid to go tell the others that the position has been filled, so she goes and tells the only thing out there, this little black scottie dog, and it's so amusing in my memory because she has this mock-snooty look on her face as the dog scurries off, but now that it's being said to me, again, it somehow lacks the amusing quality of the disney movie i know and love.

so now i'm stuck on getting a job at the health sciences library computer microlab, which sounds like a pretty decent job, all told; i think i could even wirk. and wirking is what all the cool n00ners get to do. (well, ok, mike is cool and he's not allowed to wirk, but that's not his fault.) not that i want the job just so i can fucking irc from somewhere other than my own desktop pc, of course, it's just a small perk. it's work i could do that would be mildly interesting, i suppose. get to meet a lot of people and that sort of thing. all health sciences people on the far south end of campus, but still. that's just as reasonable a walking distance as the hub, or anywhere else for that matter, and it pays just as well, and i'd get to take the burke-gilman instead of nasty, crowded sidewalks. i have a bad habit of getting caught up in the idea of one job and never getting any of them, so i should stop. i should apply for more jobs. bleh.

having a cold sucks. after class, i walked to trader joe's with a sense of purpose--in fact, i did. i needed juice and dietary supplements containing zinc and vitamin c. and, of course, it being trader joe's, i found at least three things i didn't need but bought them anyway because they looked so yummy. like this sweet garlic sauce that is sooo good. starts out sweet and garlicky and builds up in spiciness over the course of the dish. mm. and tj's had good anti-cold stuff for me, namely, COMBAT juice--it sounds like a militant lesbian thing somehow; i feel weird not wearing my boots while drinking it--which mostly tastes of mango and papaya, and tangerine-flavored zinc lozenges with vitamin c and slippery elm. i haven't a clue what the slippery elm supposes to do, but it sounds funny and it apparently goes with the other ingredients, which are basically anti-cold. because colds suck.

COMBAT juice. hehehe. i suppose i could just type it in all lower-case as per my usual style, but damn, does it look much sillier in militan all-caps.

i love living here. i fit in here, i feel comfortable, i feel responsible and useful. well, i want MY bed here, but this'll do for now.

COMBAT juice is cool. i should spread more COMBAT juice propaganda around. i love trader joe's.

too bad it's not really WORKING yet! combat already, you bastard juice!

oh well. star trek: the next generation is having a marathon on tnn--which no longer shows fishing shows or monster truck rallies--with these little spots by mr. wesley crusher himself, wil wheaton, during commercial breaks. wil wheaton is a freak. he refers to himself as "Uncle Willie" on his website. fucking freak. yeah, i guess you could say i'm one of the trekkies who was vehemently anti-wesley because of how goddamned annoying he was. granted, i also really liked dr. crusher, though i now think she, too, is kind of annoying... they all mean so freaking well! sigh. star trek is fun.

i'm going to go lie down and watch star trek until mike or someone sends me a nice happy im and i will get up and talk then. woo.

this is about the 12th time i've logged into blogger today because i set up a new site, #153, to house quotes from our 6-girl apartment. right now it (the site, i mean) is populated mostly with some babble and a lot of old quotes that chris and i kept on our computers while we shared living space and highly entertaining quote fodder all last year. i show up a lot of chris' list while she shows up on mine; graylan, our former RA and friend to all in 153, dots both lists with reasonable frequency.

today was the first day of classes here at the univ of wash. i'm taking pretty straightforward, dull classes for the purpose of fulfilling prerequisites to my intended majors, psychology and english. that is, pre-calc (though i've already taken calculus; that makes this the most repetitive, boring class ever), english 210 (same teacher as 213, only instead of modern/postmodern lit, she's talking about ancient lit... totally different ballgame, in a lot of ways, but she's a good teacher), and perception and sensory processes (psych 333). adam is taking psych with me, and it's nice to have a friend in the class. i also signed up for a classics class that basically covers etymology of english words that came from greek and latin roots, but i think i'll drop it in favor of More Free Time. hey, i want a job, i think i need more free time, especially at night. i'm incredibly unproductive anyway, i don't need more workload. maybe i'll read the book in my spare time. *snort*

i'm also coming down with the cold that everyone else has been coming down with for the past few weeks. a sore throat this afternoon, followed by an evening full of stuffy, infected-feeling nose... ahh, it's enough to make me scorn my new allergy medications until the feeling passes. delicious.

all i want is the truth. just gimme some truth.
oh yeah, got the john lennon in my head. yummy.

how many goddamned blogs end with song lyrics? i can't sing today...

this is somewhat for winnie, since she mentioned it last night/her morning.

i told you i don't like remembering my dreams because i always feels weird in the morning...well, i remembered my dream last night, so i'm definitely going to feel weird today. see, i dreamed that my mom, brother, and sister were all aboard a plane bound for somewhere on the east coast, though i am not sure exactly why... my great mom and my talented siblings... and it got bombed or otherwise crashed. and i found out before my dad and had to tell him. and i considered moving back to portland for some reason, to live with my godmother. who offered me a bed in the spacious entryway of their flat.

i've dreamed that my mom died before, but somehow the plane thing seemed more relevant, and fresh... and the dream seemed so real. i guess the ones about death always do, though i don't have them often and they aren't violent.

in other news, my recent praising of the uw campus ethernet may have been somewhat premature. it seems that, by having file sharing enabled in the first place, just by connecting my computer to the network allowed me to contract the nimda virus. WOO! i've NEVER had a virus before, without using any virus protection or anything, because typically i don't do shit that would get me a fucking virus, such as using every stupid .exe file i'm sent or using outlook for email. but now apparently just using the network was enough. fuck that. no more file sharing.

(heh. i typed that "fire sharing" at first. BURN MOTHERFUCKER BURN!)

anyway, first day of class, i have an 8:30, this'll have a timestamp, so, you know, chop-chop. ttfn.