Anti-sleep-ism

I've been having problems sleeping lately, and it's becoming a habit. This morning, I woke up and was wide awake at 1:40, thinking it was around 6:30. To add insult to injury, I had The Look by Roxette stuck in my head. Then I started thinking. And once my brain starts going, I can't get it to stop. SHUT THE HELL UP BRAIN.

After spending a useless hour in bed, I got up to write a cover letter. Now I'm writing this post, and then I think I'll work on the quilt I want to make for my little brother's wedding gift. And if I still can't sleep, I'll claw my eyes out. Maybe I'll pass out from loss of blood.

Oh, and I'd like to apologize to Gil and Leanne for not calling when we came through Regina. I'm an ass. As I mentioned to Megan, my regrets some day will be that I didn't spend enough time with the people who matter, and I spent too much time sleeping in. The reason I have to sleep in is that I can't freaking sleep at night. The not spending time thing, though, will be entirely my fault.

I'm pretty sure this is for Gil and Colin

I don't know how to explain this. I just know I have to post it and hope y'all understand.

Snow snow go away

It's snowing again. AGAIN. I don't like this game, I'm not winning. I want spring, and the sun, and flowers. Is that too much to ask? Evidently.

And also a job. Please sir, I'd like a job. I'm too over-qualified, I doubt anyone will call me back. I'm going to have to scratch my eyes out and apply at Panago. I took a resume for a housekeeping job at one of the hotels here. That might pan out though, because Jay knows a manager there. And really, I'm cleaning our place for free right now, might as well do it for money.

I was all excited because Jay's office had a secretary's maternity leave coming up, but he already talked to them and they won't hire me due to possible conflict of interest. Which made me angry, but really I shouldn't be, since we all know how well that turned out last time. You'd think I'd learn from my stupidity.

Deja vu

I'm back from the farm again. Jay and I went there to pick up some furniture, and then went to his parents' place. We spent a day in Regina as well, as I had some errands to run. They were the good kind of errands, where I get money back.

Unfortunately, I won't get the money immediately, so the last couple days I've been applying for jobs. Actually applying, I mean, instead of just talking about it. I dropped off resumes at a couple banks, applied for real(ish) jobs at a couple oil/oil service companies, and tonight I took an application in to the Co-op grocery store. On the application form it asked what wages I made at my last two jobs, which were approximately $20 and $14 respectively. So I attached my resume too, which says I've worked at McDonalds and Panago. I hope they call me, because at the moment my chequing account is at 0, at least it will be as soon as rent comes out. It's a good thing I'm sleeping with my landlord. I still have a bit to fall back on, but not much, and I like to have far more than a bit available.

I am the anti-queen of segues

I'm back in Lloyd. I was out at my parents' farm for the past week, and also helping Gilly move. Well, not so much move as pack and clean. I'm glad they got all moved and have started to settle in. I am proof that moving sucks, since I haven't lived anywhere for longer than 14 months in a row since starting university. That number was only 8 months until a couple years ago. You'd think that moving every few months means you can't really accumulate all that much, but that's a gargantuan misconception. However, as I pointed out to my mom, I think I can finally throw out those notes from high school now. Although I'm sure biology was riveting, I can probably live without it.

I also got to see the new nephew. He's not terribly exciting. But I finished the baby quilt I was working on for him. It went over a lot better with his parents than I had hoped. And it's purty. I've been told I should make them and sell them. Really, I'd rather just make them and keep them, to hug. Quilts are so soft.

I have to take my car for an out-of-province inspection tomorrow morning so that I can get it registered in Alberta. I hope it doesn't end up costing me an arm and a leg to fix things. If it does, I'll be getting a job on Tuesday, even if it's at McDonalds. And the gods know that I would only do that if my eyes needed scratching out.

Today has been filled with going through stuff I brought back, reorganizing the house to fit it all in with everything that's already here, and playing silly games. Silly games will one day be my downfall. But I love them so. I need to look for a job, but I don't really want to do it. I hate writing cover letters. I always feel like I'm lying my face off, even if I'm not. It feels like bragging, which I'm not comfortable with at all.

We went over to Jay's buddies' place to play Wii last night. It turns out I'm good at sports, just like in real life. Well, back in real life before I had no knees and got fat. It was a good time. I even got to play with Bob, their little old dog, who now worships me. Due mostly to the fact that I slipped him miniscule bits of chips once in a while. Amy, friend of little dogs everywhere!