Watching the Lost Boys

Not as interesting as I remembered, good as background noise though. Now that I've had a few days of working two jobs again, I am starting to remember what it felt like. Stretched out, or like watery soup. I am watery soup.

I figured out how much I'd need to make per hour at one job to equal what I'm currently getting at two. It's not a huge number.

Started reading the novel The Help, I'm almost halfway through. Hopefully today at work will be quiet enough that I can make some more headway. It's intriguing, problematic maybe on some levels. I think I'll look up some reviews or criticisms after I'm done reading it.

Bonne chance

On my iGoogle homepage I have a little French phrase-of-the-day widget. Bonne chance, meaning "good luck", was today's.

Yesterday I reorganized my bedroom and the bathroom a little bit. The day before I was looking for a different hairstyle. Today I was investigating possible future careers as a pharmacy tech, paralegal, IT person, and maybe even healthcare (if only I could get past my issues with blood).

Tomorrow I might even take action to make some sort of significant change to my life. It could happen. The room reorg is pretty big, for me. Opened up a little floor space. Getting rid of old stuff I don't use or need, to make space for New! Exciting! Things! I've been winnowing away the junk for a few years now.

I would like to think I've made some progress, and that I've slowed down the influx of new stuff. It doesn't look like that to the naked eye.

Oh dude.

I thought I had something to say, but what it was escapes me. Recently read books include Atonement and The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society (Or Something Like That). Both had those authentic feeling WWII experiences that just make you not want to trust Germans. There, I said it. I don't like the filthy Krauts. Don't trust 'em.

Whatever I was originally going to say, it probably wasn't as awesome as this. I sometimes think about starting up this ol' blog on the regular again. I have a lot to say that, in all honesty, nobody around me gives a shit about (nor should they). My, that last sentence was a masterpiece. So a blog seems like the thing. So whatever.

Both of these books were very good. Atonement is the more literary, while Guernsey was at its heart, cutesy as shit. All of the 'good guys' have a talent for adorable, pithy notes, for one thing.

If you happen to read this, let me know what you think about the new design. I'm not sure how I feel about the transparency behind the blog posts. Whoa. That could mean a lot of things. But you know what I mean.