Alright, status update! The childhood room renovations aren't completely done, but they're damn close. A week ago I went to the paint store with my father and picked up a few containers. Akane spent the weekend with me moving things, taping off fixtures, and painting up a storm. I spent two straight days in a paint induced haze before one wall ended up a delightful red and three more a charming light gray. Monday was carpet store time. Tuesday morning, the guy came and installed it. By Wednesday I had most of my things back into the room. Now, it's Friday again and my to do list only has a few paint touch ups, a new bedspread, and new blinds left. Well, those and perhaps new bookshelves. In classic 'dad' fashion, my father decided to make some 'repairs' to one of my cheap bookshelves and proceeded to break it in three new places. He's convinced he can repair it. So, I'm left with only one bookshelf until he gives up the repair quest and decides to replace it. Seriously, the two shelves together cost less than $100 several years ago. It isn't worth it! And, the paint and new carpet together came in under $500. There's budget left!
I finally got my resume together, but the reference page and the 500 word blurb I need to write for one application have been at the bottom of my to do list for the week since then. I don't know what the right answer is. What really turns off the HR people reading resumes for ESL education positions? I have no idea.
I also took the opportunity of moving everything out of and back into this room to clean out a few things. Mainly, my burned CD and DVD collection. Over the years my collection had grown to a modest 500 discs. Most were scratched, duplicates, or unneeded, so I managed to pitch well over 200 discs without much sacrifice to the collection. Even found a few fun things. (My music collection has gotten an 80 album boost in the past week for one.) I got a good laugh about some of it. The way the internet cloud computing works these days most of that media doesn't need a backup, anyway. I'd really like to switch to media backup on miniature hard drives primarily. That would require the funds one gets from employment, though...
Oh! Oh! Funny story: Kang messaged Alyssa last night thinking she was me. I must say I'm flattered. He had no idea for a full half hour that we were two different people. Then, after he figured it out, he Skype'd me and bitched the cutest little storm up about how despite him being a talented Korean/Japanese bilingual graduate, the only skill people seem to be looking for while hiring in Korea is English. "I need to speak English to work in Korea!" He also gave up alcohol for his health and said not being able to drink makes him want to kill himself. Poor Kang. Such an alcoholic! Said next time I'm in Busan to look him up and he'll show me around. Or get me a job. His sister teaches English. Heh. Now if only my Japanese skills didn't need the TLC. I'd have a job! In Korea!
Oh, hey! My diploma came in the mail today. Fun!
For some reason, I find myself drawn into weird fandom things as of late. Maybe it's the making of so many fantasy style dresses for a munchkin or the 40 David Bowie albums I recently acquired. Dunno, but I've been browsing the web for Labyrinth things. Anything.
Fic,
fan comics, and
fan art. I'm getting far too much enjoyment out of it. These little things I've found exemplify why I love fandom. Between the art and the stories I've gained a whole new level of appreciation for the little details in the original film.
It kinda makes me want to try contact juggling. Because... that's hot. Did you know Dr. Crusher from Star Trek: The Next Generation was the choreographer for The Labyrinth?
And, I realized something. The girl in the film? To a 'T' she is my cousin Shannon. Same age at the same time with the same hair and lean little frame and wardrobe full of fanciful clothes and room stuffed with fantasy figurines and books. Shannon had a thing for unicorns as a kid, and was the kind of girl in the 80's who I imagined wanted a horse. She went to art school and they became her favorite subjects after all. I'm laughing at this realization even now. You know, I think Shannon, and her scifi addict brother Lee, were the reasons I just assumed as a kid that whimsical fantasy obsessed state was normal for teenagedom. And, the reason I had a gender bias for fantasy/scifi for so long. Oh, well. That was ages ago. I know now I'm not really a fantasy fan and never will like magic more than space ships and that's ok. Such a silly, trivial thing to have angsted over as a kid!
I won't go into the other fandom things I've been browsing. I'm deeply ashamed. Let's just say when I found out my two favorite men on current American TV, Dean from Supernatural and Tony from NCIS, were on the same show in the past I... developed a shameful curiousity about the show. Yeah. Dark Angel. I'm watching Dark Angel. So ashamed.
I'm giving
Twitter a try. We'll see how that goes.
Watching the news today... I feel like I'm witnessing the end of the world. Ugh. Can I hide under a rock and try for a job next year instead?
Lastly, I'm jealous. I'm jealous of the rest of the country. For some reason this year Kansas City has become an oasis among cities and states blanketed with snow. There were two storms in this week along that missed us. One went 50 miles north, one 50 miles south. Us? hardly a dusting. Half the charm of winter is having pretty snow to look at. And, for my mother, snow days. She has been complaining with fervor for the entire past month about the lack of NKCSD snow days this year. I think she'll go nuts if she doesn't get one. Even a disaster-level snow storm would be acceptable at this point.
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