It's a very, very mad world.
The wind is blowing outside. It is late and I should be in bed, but I can't bring myself to sleep. I received two job rejection letters yesterday. I was at first kind of angry. Was wishing I could put something in my future cover letters something like: "I'll be the best you've ever had at any job you give me, and you'd be a fool not to give me at least an interview." I know I can't, though. *is sad*
In other news, I called tech support for my computer the other night, because it kept giving me a blue screen when I tried to shut it down and then would automatically restart. Plus, any screen would be really jerky when I scrolled or a scene in a video panned up/down or left/right, oh and DivX player wasn't working and WinAmp was being a butt. I was on the phone for close to two hours (or at least that is what it felt like) before we figured out that my drivers needed to be uninstalled, reinstalled and then updated. But now everything but WinAmp is working just fine. I think WinAmp sucks, though I know Nailz would disagree with me there. Yeah...the skins are cool, but Windows Media Player is much more reliable and easier to work with anyway....
I was reading my favorite cookbook tonight. Nailz had already gone to bed and I was just fucking around reading the section on techniques, equipment, etc. It suggested microwaving kitchen sponges once a week to kill germs. So, thinking it was something I could do, I made sure our dishwashing sponge was good and damp, and put in the microwave for four minutes (since the cookbook said to heat it to the point where it was too hot to touch). Ended up setting it on fire and destroying Nailz's microwave in the process. It was horrible. I had to dump a shit load of water into the microwave to put out the blazing sponge and it smelled (and still does) horrible. The smoke was burning our eyes (yes, Nailz woke up, as I yelled to wake her up in case we had to bolt) and has made my lungs feel like pure shit. I chucked the microwave as it was stinking up the kitchen just sitting there, and the garbage bag with the now soaking wet burnt sponge went out too. I cleaned the fridge out, too, so I could fill up the garbage to be taken out with the smelly bad food too. (Hey, I already screwed up once, might as well get something good out of it...) So, tomorrow's mission is to go to Target and get a new microwave for Nailz. This makes me crabby. Not only can I not really afford it because of my prolonged unemployment, but it's all because I was a dumbass in the first place. Eh. If you want more giggles (in a sicker sort of way) check out these
gross out things.
I've had an interesting weekend. I'll let Nailz blog about the bachelorette party...I can't really talk or write about it without getting pissed off at not only one of our friends but at some cruel bitch who sent one of our other friends to the emergency room. Aiya.
Other than that, we didn't really do much. We didn't go to Troy as planned, and probably won't see it together, as I will be gone this weekend for a wedding in another state and the weekend after that I probably am going to go to some graduations out of state also.
Dave called me completely out of the blue this weekend. It was wacky. He even talked for quite a while. I guess he was feeling chatty. I was so surprised, I yelled, "Holy shit!" into the phone when I realized who it was. *snorts* He talked with Nailz a bit too, and it was rather...shocking.
So. Some sad and odd news also. For the first time ever, I heard the song "Mad World" by Gary Jules and someone else. It is a very melancholy and depressing song, if you haven't heard it yet. The next day I found out that my sister's friend's dad passed away at just about the same time I heard the song on the radio. It is a very suitable passing away song. I am sad and numb when I listen to the song.
I think that's about it for now. I'll try to blog a dream a day this week, as I don't think there will be much else to report. Check out the comment I left on Nailz's blog this weekend for an interesting dream. See yas.