copper_cakes got me.

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do them.

1. I can not stand still and brush my teeth. I always brush and wander.
2. I have never used a PC outside of my first year college composition class, and I get a little D: at anyone's insistence that Mac users are only following a trend.
3. I have, on more than one occasion, been mistaken for Yeah Yeah Yeahs singer Karen O. I'm still unsure of how to respond.
4. I'm not a big American Idol fan. In fact, I've never watched an entire episode, but I have picked out a song that I'd sing if I were ever to try out. "Life on Mars" by David Bowie.
5. Whenever I go to a Sanrio store, I always look for the strange Hello Kitty stuff. My favorite find is my Hello Kitty pillbox.
6. I would love to open my own cafe some day.
7. One of my favorite TV characters is Liz Lemon, mostly because we share a passion for eating and get angry when people take our food.

Since I'm pretty sure my whole f-list has gotten bombed by this, anyone who feels left out is free for a try since I'm too lazy to check for myself.

On another note, I am quitting my 30_kisses challenge. To be more accurate, I'm giving it up for an AU fic for the same pairing. The one I've talked up a few times, but never can really get out. I figure it's one or the other. Though I do have about 5 prompts that are partially realized. I will probably still post them when I get to them. It just won't be a regular thing.

So this week's been a wee bit crazy with working two jobs and one of them needing serious attention due to a whole assortment of computer problems. I've also been having a problem with teeth grinding/clenching, which I'm guessing is a side effect to the stress mixed with some winter blues, so I've just been feeling all kinds of gross this week. When you combine this with my tendency to forget things when they're not expressly written down (it was never officially switched in the schedule like it usually is), this leads to be forgetting that I was filling in for someone at work last night. I am picking up a shift all day today, and I just dread going in. I know I'm seriously going to hear about it, and I hope, since I haven't worked there for 90 days yet, that a no call no show isn't the end of me. I really need a support job, and they aren't easy to come by these days.

EDIT: No one said a thing to me today. Every manager that worked came up to me and greeted me as usual. I think the fact that it wasn't officially put on the schedule may have saved my ass. But it's not like they put me in next week's schedule anyway. I don't work there again until the 8th.

I did just send my resume for a position as a photography assistant, but I always have to wonder if they even want to consider me for a position when my commute to work is quite long and I live "out of state." Never mind that the city of Chicago directly boarders my state in some areas. But I would be very willing to get a position as a photography assistant for a culinary photographer (I did briefly entertain doing the food stylist thing), even for little pay and a long commute. It's leagues better than slaving away at a retail job where your co-workers give you strange looks because you're working there, yet you have a college degree.

Amusing comedy quote (complements of the awesome Maria Bamford) meant as an obvious metaphor.

Ever find yourself being a total jackass for no apparent reason? I find that I like to "bring it" in retail situations. Like I just get all hopped up on Diet Coke and Jolly Ranchers, go to Target, be like, "You know what? If you can't help me, I need to speak with someone who can, because this is a $3 pair of flip flops. Oh, I'll wait. Yeah, I'm returning a pair of rubber shoes on a Friday night, I got time!"

I wish I could mad about something that actually, you know, kinda mattered. Go in Target, be like, "You know what? If you can't help me, then I need to speak with someone who can, because this is a $3 pair of flip flops made by a 5 year old Guatemalan girl, and I'm not leaving until she gets benefits and an education under the NAFTA Fair Trade Agreement. Yeah, you better go get a manager. This could take awhile."

So, to make things obvious, I don't respond to things I don't care about. I'm not going to sit around and defend something like the pairing I like of two fictional characters in a comic book made for Japanese boys. I just I don't care that much.

Speaking of something I do like...



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