No Wheels No Face

As self-centered as it sounds, I think that the universal forces are trying really hard to tell me to stop procrastinating. My potential money-making scheme for spring break was to apply at OMSI for a dishwashing position, which disappeared a day or two after I saw it. Then I bookmarked two poster contests, which I went back to today and they were gone (this is all via craigslist, btdubs). It's not as if I was waiting weeks or something, it was only a couple of days. Sheesh. I obviously have to start jumping on these things. I also emailed some woman about face painting at the zoo over the break, and she (I think it was a she) never even got back to me. Pretty much no one that I've emailed about job things has gotten back, which is awfully discouraging. My next plan is to inquire at Anthropologie, which is hiring part time people. I hope they might be willing to hire me despite my limited time here (less than two months, ya'll); since they're corporate maybe I can transfer stores when I come back to Atlanta. I just really don't feel comfortable lying about my availability; I'd really rather have a good relationship with any employer at least so that I can use them as a reference later. You know your prospects are bad when your career advisor advises you to, er, bend the truth. I just really don't want to take any more of my parent's money, which is what's going to happen. Has already happened. I'll be able to pay them back eventually, I'd just really rather be able to do this on my own.

Yesterday Elliot and I bussed ourselves out to North Portland to go to Scrap, this pretty damn sweet crafty-thrifty store/initiative thing. The bus ride was surreal. I still hadn't realized what a thoroughly weird looking place Portland is; there's a huge variety in buildings/landscapes/people. There were almost no trees out there were we got off of the bus, and lots of dilapidated cool houses and near total silence. Scrap was full of amazing cool useless/useful things like fabric scraps, jewelry findings, ceramic tiles, plastic doodads, old photo slide, film reels, records, paper, etc. I LOVED it and I think Atlanta needs the same thing; they have a lot of workshops there as well. Elliot bought this big, weird sheet of metal to paint on. It was neet.

Today was actually quite excellent outside, so I took the extra long roundabout way to the Post Office. I think it actually hit 60 degrees, and was sunny. There were people out the wazoo; it was kind of fun to see the incredible variety of Portlandians. I did have a weird moment where I was waiting to cross the street, and realized that a car had stopped to wait, so I waved and started over. I realized that they had only stopped because some old dude was in the crosswalk, and when I walked by him he said something along the lines of "it wasn't for you," which was weird. Umm... so sorry to steal your fire, old guy. After the P.O., I walked back across town to stop in Coffee Time for a Mexican Mocha, which is delicious but kind of too sweet. I ended up chugging it so I could go inside Trader Joes and buy... Pesto. Tana learned me this delicious way of making grilled cheese with pesto. I'm excited to try it. I also treated myself to a big wedge of Cotswald cheese, which went very nicely with the fruit salad that I made for a snack earlier. I feel so gourmet.

I started out the day feeling super depressed and lonely with the prospect of a week alone, but once I actually got into it, it ain't so bad. I did call my mom before I lightened up, which was probably a bad idea because now she's probably worried that I'm going fuckin' crazy. Or just annoyed that I keep calling to whine. Poor mom. I call again later this week when I'm feeling normal.

Being outside today was marvelous. I hope there's more tolerable weather soon. I think that's the thing that I'm most annoyed about, is that I'm missing out on Georgia spring. Which I like rather a lot. That's okay, I'm doing something new, I suppose. I'm so glad that my cold is almost gone, I'm pretty tired of blowing my nose.

Okay, I'm almost done spilling my shallow soul out into the internet. I'm really excited about summer, I really want to do lots of projects and trips. I think it'll be good.