sit down son

Dad: Welcome to the world of dinosaurs, Megan.

So I've filled out applications for two bookstores and a library now. [SOMEONE HIRE ME, PLS!!] The library was the only one with like, an actual physical application. Which bothers me.

I mean, seriously. Whatever happened to the days when how you looked and acted when you walked in to apply for a job mattered? It's all so disgustingly automated. People are just too lazy to have Human Resources and skim through applications, I guess. And since they don't have to even look at you while you type away at your home computer and answer a million survey questions which anyone could fib on...

Dad said this makes me a dinosaur. Because I still believe things should be based on HUMAN INTERACTIONS.

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But hey, if I get hired, who cares.

*crosses fingers for LIBRARY!*

So I think someone finally caved and changed the radio station here at work. Because I've listened to oldies here for probably the last six months to a year and I DEFINITELY heard that annoying Delilah song earlier. You know, the massively overplayed one? I thought maybe the station was just having a weird day on Saturday because I had definitely heard James Taylor on Friday and no one else had been in the shop, but they played Jimmy Eat World's The Middle and Mambo #5.

But yeah. Hey There Delilah or wtfever wouldn't even fall on a late-90's or whatever day. So SOMEONE has changed the station. Which I guess is refreshing. XD;

I got my notification that Trinity has RECEIVED MY APPLICATION~ So that's really and truly taken care of. *crosses fingers*

Spoilers for One Piece 491 are circulating. There's a full script out there but no full raw to play with. Those usually show up around this time tomorrow. *waits impatiently* *and even more impatiently for a properly scanlated chapter* It's interesting stuff! I'm curious. :D Which means I kinda want NEXT week already. Whoops. I should stop wanting time to speed along.

My extra-userpics expired yesterday, apparently, as my icon list got MUCH smaller. But seeing what I have left is pretty funny. All One Piece except for 1 Bleach and 1 Gundam Seed Destiny. Huh. I guess that illustrates which icons I use most frequently! Still, want the rest of them back because I have about 30 more OP icons, I do believe. 66 of my usual 113 are OP. >.>

Fandom To-Do List:
-Write something for a belated Sanji Birthday
-Write that cracked out Gan Fall/Gol D. Roger thing [probably need to reacquaint myself with Skypeia first though. Bah.]
-Write what I'm calling a multimedia fic. THOUGHTS: Would anyone read a fic that is MEANT to be read while listening to a specific, provided song? My main question is whether or not it would be possible to get the timing right so most people can keep up with the pacing. It's...not exactly a slow song. Gonna be tricky.
-Stop missing posts on grandlineonline, damnit.

Edit: So I couldn't last another five minutes without my icons. Impulse buying, much?

I am trying seriously hard to not update every five seconds. wtf. XD

So yesterday I pulled a Stupid at work. I was supposed to be here at 2. I thought it was 9. So I was here massively early and cleaned and undecorated the shop until it was the time I would NORMALLY be sitting here chillin' on the laptop. Yeeaaah. I PAID ATTENTION today though and got to sleep in. \o/ And I have tomorrow off. \o/

One Piece Update: 314 chapters down, 170ish to go. Still loving it.

And on that note, ( ot3! totally canon. )

Enjoy. ;)

Edit: 11 OP icons added since last night. Oh my god.

So I walked into the shop about half an hour ago now, took one look around, and was randomly struck with the inspiration to rearrange half the shop.

So I did. I think I'm covered in some sort of dust now from dragging huge racks around, and I have one more I think I'm going to move in a bit when I get up the energy to drag it that far [this one is at the BACK of the shop and I want it at the front, while the others I was basically moving just around the front square of the place. The shop itself....is actually pretty big. haha]

I love having the unwritten permission to do this though because John only asks me to brainstorm things like this every other WEEK. And I rarely come up with anything. So it's a standing offer: Get bored, rearrange. Good times. At least this time I wasn't trying to get the damn mannequin redressed without detaching every single limb on her body. >.< Anything that looked like molestation was DEFINITELY not intentional and only happened because I am a lot smaller than the damn mannequin and it...hates me. Or something.

OTHERWISE. My schedule next semester looks excellent to the point where I'll actually be able to keep up and focus. Which is, well, novel. To say the least. XD There's a musical theatre class I'm auditioning to get into on Tuesday. *____* Predictions are that I'm going to hate half my classmates, or at least want to knock their brains out with large blunt objects, but I shall refrain. Actually Bailey bullied me into asking for the audition because she didn't want to be in there alone with them. Amusing. We should manage to have WEEKS AND WEEKS worth of front porch jabber off that and the other theatre class I'm taking, as like, EVERYONE I HANG OUT WITH it seems is in that class. Gary won't know what hit him. Or rather, he will. But I predict much beard-shaking humor for that one [I swear to god he looks like santa. LOVE HIM. Great prof.]

Oh god I'm rambling hard core again. Don't shoot me. ;__;

WE CAN NOW SEE IN OUR KITCHEN! And it's clean. The two combined are like. A miracle. Basically the wiring to the overhead light completely Does Not Work so we've had a little desk light in there all semester. Yesterday Bailey got the brilliant idea to hang this...paper lantern thing in there. So we were scrambling on the tiny counter and putting hooks in the ceiling and basically doing a multitude of acts of Daring-Do in order to BRIGHT LIGHT TO THE KITCHEN. This is a big deal. Seriously.

On that note, I am beginning to suspect that my roommate is secretly a cannibal and is fattening me up to eat at some point. Not that I mind. The food's damn good.

Still addicted to Bones. Still in love with Zack. Why is his amazing nerdiness and inability to function like a normal person so adorable? Don't know, don't care. Love.

Joe came by last night. And is now on my flist! Yay for new friends. *\o/* We played GH [I won consistently. Obsession pays off] and watched Adult Swim.

Bleach was on. The ep that ends with Aizen up on the wall.

I do not watch dubs often. This is why:

Kira spoke. Hands fly to ears. "NO"

Byakuya spoke. Died. Almost three remote at screen. Had massive hissy fit.

Someone said "Abarai" I cannot even begin to tell you had badly they mispronounced it if you haven't seen it. Died. Shouted it correctly everytime they said it.

Said "BASTARD!" every time they showed Aizen. Confused Joe.

Heard Gin speak. Cried. WHAT IS THAT SHIT. ;___;

And yet. Still bounced all over the couch as the end of the episode drew nigh. I like it when shit hits the fan.

Overall it was painful but apparently hilarious. :|


POLL: What is this new y!m and should I download it?



I think I'm done. >.>

Few things of note recently...

Little kids do and say the darndest things. I know, it's an overused phrase, but SERIOUSLY.

So. Fantasic Four came out yesterday, right? I hear it's pretty craptastic according to reviews. It's free for me. I'll see it regardless.

Point is that we have buttons. Advertising and such, you know? (I almost typed 'yanno', crazy irish bloke is rubbig off on me, messing with my grammar. Damn him.) But, it's on the right side of my check. over my boob.

Little boy wants button.

Little boy grabs button.

Button is NOT IN GOOD PLACE TO BE GRABBED AT.

Little boy's mother makes very, very funny face and pulls him away.

I'm far too amused, sorry.

The other little kid story was a little girl asking me if I had kids. Well, that's backwards. Usually people think I AM a kid. Like, 14. I'm disturbed if she thought 14-year-olds should have kids. Still sucks that I'm 19 and look 14, but hey.

In other Fantastic Four ramblings- that is the most annoying thing to say rapidly and repeatedly. Stuttering City. Yikes. Had to change things up CONSTANTLY while tearing tickets. Got a lot of laughs this morning because I was halg asleep, dropping things, and unable to spit anything out.

I made a lot of popcorn today.

OTHER NEWS. My brain...has gone somewhere odd. I keep cracking sex jokes. What the hell?

Very raunchy and ahrd to follow unless you brain is very deeply in the gutter sex jokes.

Okay, who stole my brain? I'd like it back.

...I made sex jokes about BOOKS.

Something is wrong with me.

I'm abusing the enter key.

G'night.

Someone. Stole. My fucking. HUBCAPS.

Yes, my hubcaps. I was at work, it's one am, I'm walking out to my car with one of the managers (female walking through dark parking lot alone = not a good idea), I point out my car, get closer and state "...I HAD hubcaps..." Get up to it. "I had FOUR hubcaps. Earlier today even." Some idiot apparantly saw the need to steal the factory default hubcaps off of my car.

I mean, seriously! They have little 'VW's on them, so unless they HAVE a Volkswagon, what's the point? It would look pretty damn silly. I am so confused.

My manager called the police on duty and I filed the report. Both of the cops looked pretty baffled too. I mean, who the HELL steals hubcaps?!

This makes NO sense and truly is far too incredibly stupid to happen.

And so, of course, it happens to ME.

I have *finally* managed to get a job! One that isn't working for my dad. One that I went out, applied for, and ACTUALLY GOT. I am so excited.

I'm working in the Regal 20! AHHH! I have orientation tomorrow, no clue waht I'm doing yet. Updates then!

Life's going SWELL. No kidding. It rocks.