just spent the last hour chatting with car-guy.
he’s pretty damn cool; he actually works in a shop, doing engine work and what have you.
goddamn but I’m excited about this.
Tag: sam flails at things
[ squeaks ]
eeeeeee
tonight is a good night
I mean. aside from the part where I discovered my eyes have doubled their prescription. Found some nice frames, but didn’t buy just yet because mom wants me to shop around. NOT THE POINT.
point is a car nut messaged me on another site~ and he hits just about, oh everything that I find attractive.
My vanity knows no bounds.
But this is awesome.
😀
oh me oh my
Well. Its a good thing today has been slow. I’d hate to think how far behind on invoicing i’d be otherwise, what with the computers going down and weird errors no one has ever seen before popping up.
I knew today would be a good day by the way I woke up an hour before my alarm.
(aka the time I had to get up when I worked at the bookstore)
SO APPARENTLY the lady who I had an interview with today is friends with one of my neighbours?? and she is the sister-in-law of one of my former bosses ex-coworkers??
WHAT IS THIS
SERIOUSLY
WHY ARE ALL THESE COINCIDENCES HAPPENING
ok I’m going to bed now because she is supposed to be calling back in the morning to tell me if I got the job or not
GODDAMMIT
I hate it when I miss call backs for jobs. And it’s 9:30pm on a Friday night 🙁
I’ll call back tomorrow, but I have no idea if anyone is going to be there tomorrow to take the call.
Broke my glasses yesterday. Well one of the arms fell off but we have screws at home so I won’t worry about it.
Going home today. Back to the land of chinooks and rainstorms and mountains and NOT SHITTY WIFI. I’ve lost the hotel’s signal three times while typing this. That’s kinda pathetic hotel.
i need to find our how much I owe Amanda for the room, and then I need to go and sob in the corner over my empty pockets…
The job search begins anew tomorrow. I took a couple weeks off in the interests of finishing my costumes for otakon. I’ll post pictures when I find them. There are a ridonkulous number for zero considering I only wore it for about threw hours.
gah. I wanna be home noooooow. I just thought up a post for Claire :/ I’ll write it down so i don’t forget it. It’s really hard to respond to things on this stupid iPod app. And auto correct is pissing me off now so imma end here.
Next post will (hopefully) be from my computer not the iPod 😀
a personal opinion
ooookay. wow. seriously, what the fuck?
Apparently while I was sleeping tumblr went to hell? Because things were very much “everyone is awesome, love all around” and then they became “bitch bitch bitch re:popularity & re:people bitching about popularity” or some shit like that? (and as I wrote this, they’ve gotten to the apology stage? wtf tumblr. I don’t want to waste all the time I took to write this so have the post anyways.)
Usually I just try to ignore this stuff. No skin off my back, I’m one of those unknown corners and no one cares what I do. S’why my blog is filled with reblogs. But there have been some comments that have really gotten my back up.
Everything I could say in regards to the kids getting upset over popularity has already been said, so I’m not going to reiterate. It’s actually the folks who are talking about ‘how to get popular/make friends on tumblr’ that are pissing me off.
That whole reaching out and contacting other folks to make friends thing? It only works when the person you’re trying to reach out and talk to is willing to keep the dialogue going. I leave comments and messages (and I used to even try the witty remarks on a reblog) all over the place, just trying to make new friends.
Usually I don’t get any response. It’s all just dead air and the feeling of “…well shit. I guess they don’t want to talk to me.” If I’m lucky I’ll get a response, and do you have any idea how happy that makes me? I am ecstatic when someone responds, because all of a sudden it’s “Yay! New friend! I need to respond!” and I try to turn it into a conversation.
Key word there, did you see it? It’s TRY.
Unless it is Wazy or Chelsea or Matt (all three of which I’ve known in real life for years), I don’t get a second response. And doesn’t that make me feel happy. It’s like… I’ve reached out. I’ve tried to make friends, but apparently I am too much of a creeper to continue contact with.
So yeah. I keep seeing these comments and rants about reaching out to make friends and all it does is make me want to cry.
Especially when it comes with the message “just talk to me! I’ll always respond back!” from someone who has ignored my messages.
…
I’m just making my depression worse. I’m gonna shut up now.
this has been a sam turns emo blog 2011 post
I should not be finding these help wanted ads from Deans Auto so amusing.
And yet I do.
…okay seriously brain? I don’t need the soundtrack to Jesus Christ Superstar stuck in my head.
Guess that’s the sign that I should be off to bed.
It is a magical time to be me. Despite imploding costumes, three weeks of wtf season finales, the date that isn’t and the sudden realisation that anime doesn’t do it for me anymore…
Well there are cemetary adventures in store tomorrow. Illegally Dead tonight. The semi decision that we are going to a supernatural convention this year. and, of course, quitting my job. These are the good things.
Sam is a happy sam.