In which I do some whining

Turns out that by "we have a job opening" what the company I interviewed with REALLY meant was "we hire independent contractors."  An independent contractor is someone not actually working for a company - they get paid purely on the clients that they see, on a totally freelance basis.  Since I am a college graduate so green I'm pretty much grass, this is not helpful to me; no matter what the eloquent man at the presentation yesterday says, I am NOT looking for a way out of the job market and into the world of self-employment, I am looking for stability.  With a regular paycheck and health benefits, preferably.  So I'm glad I spent a $50 bus ticket to be able to go to that interview.

Wasn't a totally lost weekend, though, last night was pretty rockin'.  My boyfriend has been having Monday night boardgame fun, which I actually got to go to last night, and that was fun.  We ordered mass quantities of Chinese food and played Settlers: Cities and Knights edition, which seems to basically be Settlers on steroids.  I'm not a huge fan of Settlers to begin with (granted, I've only played a handful of times) but this wasn't so bad.  Mostly I just liked doing something social, as I have a tendency to be fairly hermetic if given the opportunity.

Today I get to ride a bus for seven hours in order to return to IC, pack up all my shit, and come home AGAIN Saturday morning.  I would very much like to see people before I depart; I intend to return at least twice this summer, perhaps more in the coming year, but I may as well get the hangouts in while I'm still local.  

I really hate moving...there's just something about heavy lifting and driving in that horrifying UHaul truck that's downright unpleasant.  Plus I have to see my entire life reduced to what will fit into a handfull of cardboard boxes, and see the room that I've occupied so happily for the last year reduced to an empty wood floor and a bizarre faux fireplace.  I'll have to say goodbye to the little cat who's adopted me, who will undoubtedly go on to find someone else's window to yell into.  I might not get to watch the baby robins fledge and fly for the first time, even though they're getting GINORMOUS and will probably do so in the next week.  I have a lo of good reasons to move now instead of August, but even so, it's going to be sad when I do.

Rocko is having a bad day

Watching Boondock Saints.  I'm not always sure that I know what's going on in this movie, but I'm pretty sure it's always awesome.

I have two DreamWidth codes of my very own now.  I am considering keeping one for my own to use as a writing journal, but then I realized that in light of paying for this shiny account I can just keep everything here.  So does anyone know someone who needs a code?

I have a long list of things to do before Saturday, so I'm dividing up duties by day.  Tomorrow, I am going to the bank, canceling my gym membership, and packing up my bookshelf.  Maybe my clothes?  I don't know.  I hate packing, as I have previously mentioned.

I'm pleased that I've started to get back into reading for pleasure; my blog suffered a bit last month because I honestly had nothing to put there.  For new people, I run a blog called Alternative Read wherein my goal is to review books that don't get a lot of exposure.  So far, what it really means is that I review stuff I think people should read and which I haven't heard many people/websites/newspapers/whatever talking about.  Sometimes I deviate, like when I did a comparison entry of Coraline the film and Coraline the movie, but hey, it's my blog.

Point being, I've done so much reading for school (see: work) that it's incredibly refreshing to be able to venture back into reading what I want to.  This afternoon I read the first thing of my choice that wasn't a comic (which I'm not maligning, as I love them, but the graphics do make them easier to process in my brain) or a young adult/children's book (I've re-read all of Garth Nix and Tamora Pierce's books because they take about two hours to finish), and it felt really good.  It was a collection of short fiction from John Connolly called Nocturnes, and I won't be reviewing it in depth on the blog since I'm pretty sure it was a New York Times best seller, but trust me: I know who's looking at this journal, and YOU ALL want to read this book.  They're horror, gritty fantasy, eerie, macabre stories that made me nervous just to look at the titles.  Some are not as good as others, but they're all fascinating, and some are riveting.

/self-promotion