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Eh, I’m glad to see that this is at least marginally legible onscreen. This is a card I threw together last night at 10:30, haphazardly, using copy paper, a scrap of green construction paper, a highlighter, a blow pen, a glass pen, and a brown puff-ink pen. Bahaha. Innovation. (Zack’s Chamber Choir / AP Theory teacher, whom he’s known for four years, is getting married tomorrow. I haven’t been to a wedding in a long time, and this’ll be the first one that I’ve been to that I haven’t been in.) I still haven’t written the inside yet, though I’m sure it’ll include a Hallmark-y play-on-cover-graphics followed by as personal a message as can be written to a couple I only know in passing. Hah. I’ve seen the future Mrs. Calvar (she’s a cutie  ), at a student wedding shower in the school Black Box this spring, but I don’t think she even knows who I am, haha. I’ve hugged and shook hands with Mister a handful of times when he was with Zack, and it seemed like a gesture from “Zack’s girlfriend” was called for at the conclusion of the conversation. Haha. Still, I know my boyfriend admires him deeply (and got him a stellar wedding present, though I may not be at liberty to announce it, since word travels fast). I have this season’s Victoria’s Secret playlist on, and this is simultaneously enjoyable and agonizing, because I never actually get to hear this music while standing behind the pink counter or waltzing about in the dressing room. Maybe I do too much waltzing in the dressing rooms, and this is why I am in absentia from Lingerie Land. Still, I provided my presence at the (optional) store meeting last weekend, and I fully intend to do the assignment given at the meeting (test the new Very Sexy Goes Pink bras and report with written results to supervisor). I am positively saccharine while on the clock. Can I have some hours this week? Please? I don’t understand why you’d reject 2 out of 3 of my Time-Off Requests for the month (and I never ask for full days off, just a couple hours here and there, generally for volunteer work) ..if you’re not planning on working me at all this week. I seriously open my online schedule now to a blank calendar. 
Maggie Gyllenhaal in Stranger than Fiction. My favorite (stranger than) fictional working-girl. This is how I feel when I see my blank work schedule. Waffle House in Cornelius was supposed to call this morning, and I ended up calling them; my background check’s not back. I want to tell them how much I NEED this job right now. I’m offering them most of my sleeping hours and some of my waking ones. And I have to pay for insurance, books, dorm gear, and college clothes, not to mention the graduation present I was going to get Zack, and film, and so much else. I’m sick of this. I’m an able body who’s decently intelligent and willing to work all summer. AM I THIS UNDESIRABLE TO THE WORK WORLD? Pause, I need to go have the last cigarette of this pack. --Oh, and look at this, the mailman has brought me my roommate. Ironically, I had put “Roommate” in this post’s Tags already because I thought I found someone whom I wanted to room with. She appears to be on vacation, and it appears that I’ve had my mind made up for me before her return. I’m picturing whoever’s in charge of this reading over my preferences form and, unable to find anyone to coordinate with my eccentric-ass self, assigning me someone completely random. That’s not to say that I’m not excited to meet future roomie. It’s just that I’m already high-strung from the meds at this time of day, and so all kinds of horrid hypothetical scenarios are roaming my brain. But my higher mind is sure that things will be fine and Grace and I will be just chummy. (I hope.) I’m going to shoot her an e-mail later, see if we're going to get along. (I don’t see her on Facebook, but I have her e-mail address. Does this mean she's .. not aware of Facebook? Too anti-establishment for Facebook? The latter, I hope.) It’s hot out, like it is every day now, though there’s a nice breeze. I took the laptop out earlier for a first smoke, and even though I’d eaten a big brekkie, I was ridiculously off-balance, and almost fell a couple of times. And now I will mention that today is Day 5 (or 6? I’m not sure, but I skipped a day in the middle there) of being back on Vyvanse.  It’s a mixed bag, results-wise. Interruption for a recent treasure-uncovery : radioactiveAVERY (2:06:23 PM): Ooh, a Lenka cover of Gravity Rides Everything by Modest Mouse radioactiveAVERY (2:06:26 PM): I'm liking. End of digression. Days 1-3 of Vyvanse were.. manic. More manageably manic than in the past, though. I did a 2-hour makeover of the refrigerator, cleaned, organized, labeled everything. Applied to jobs, did campaign calls, registered for two volunteer events, handled all kinds of responsibilities. Worked out and made muffins and read. However, I did not sleep much over those three days, and not taking care to sleep adequately on my meds resulted in Day 4, which culminated around 4:30 PM in a violent panic attack, which my boyfriend and his dad helped me quell with some blush wine and Hydroxycine. I was slurring myself to sleep within minutes, and was unfortunately still a bit.. eh, rosy-cheeked during dinner (I made some amusing commentary and waved at the cats). I skipped my meds the next day, which ushered me into full recovery around 1 PM the next day. It was absolutely miserable. However, when I stop taking my ADHD medication, I end up hating myself for not sticking the first few “adjustment days” out, so yesterday (Day 5) I took it again. It was shaky, but not bad, and today is similar. Productive, a bit weak, high-strung and jumpy but doing alright. Just re-stocked my week-to-week pill cabinet*. *Current Pill Inventory: This is partially for my own organization, but hey, for those reading with an anthopologic lens, it might be interesting. I’m going to need to track what needs to be re-purchased and/or added for l’universitie. Vyvanse (ADHD) Iron (Anemia) Flaxseed Oil (Circulation) Ibuprofen (Chronic Headaches. Partially because I can’t drink coffee anymore with my Vyvanse. I need to stock up on decaf. Not that that’ll help headaches, but I miss waking up to brew.) Clarinex (Allergies) Singulair (Allergies) 5-HTP (OUT) (Anxiety) Hydroxine (Anxiety) Zantac (Acid Reflux. Lovely, I know.) Beta-Carotene (Skin, general antioxidant superpowers) Magnesium (Bones and Muscles) Er, I think that’s it. I need more 5-HTP, Some HairSkinNail pills. I have Folic Acid in my college box (no, I’m not pregnant. It’s good for everyone). And I’d like some supplements like Cinnamon, COQ-10, more green tea extract. Melatonin and/or Kava, which I take for sleep every few nights. And of course, Silk Milk, for, ah.. soy purposes. Haha. I swear, I actually conduct myself with relative n0rmalcy on a day-to-day basis. ON A RELATED NOTE : I’m becoming increasingly active with the OFA (Obama for America) Healthcare Action Center. I stick with this issue because it’s close to my heart, so to speak. I’d been planning to write the President a letter about healthcare, but when I got a mass e-mail from Biden about submitting your healthcare stories, I was quick to jot mine down. Here, have a read : http://stories.barackobama.com/healthcare/stories/189254 I’m making 5 phone calls a day in the campaign to “neighbors” (although I never end up calling my actual neighbors, more like my figurative neighbors all over the state. And in one case, a woman who put her cellphone on the call list—why would you do this?—and answered in Switzerland, where it was apparently 2 AM at time of dialing. This woman was on vacation, and assumedly had been sleeping, because she was PISSED like nothing I’d ever heard. I mean, I was extremely apologetic. How the hell was I supposed to know she wasn’t at home in Charlotte? I wouldn’t have been this angry in her situation, but she was like, “JUST-JUST-SHUT UP. STOP TALKING.” And she had a few choice words before she hung up in disgust. So I checked the box titled “Did not wish to speak with me at this time,” though maybe I should have checked “I am not comfortable talking with this neighbor,” followed by the text-box explanation, “This neighbor is a sour bitch.” However, this felt undemocractic, and for the sake of continuing my calling career, I followed procedure and finished up calls for the day). In these calls I explain the President’s three key points for the Public Option. Nervously, I might add. I’m not nervous with people at all, but something about the phone freaks me out. I’m not even collecting donations, but I feel like a telemarketer in this position, and I often feel like these people are angry from the moment I begin my scripted dialogue (and this is not always inaccurate, even when the recipient is not in Switzerland). Anyway, check out my story, scroll my profile to find out why a libertarian is working for a Democrat for free. Heh. 
This book is going marvelously. The premise of writing a hyper-intelligent book about the least intelligent topics possible appeals to me completely; if you've by chance seen my short essay "Salon Se Swa" or even just talked to me, you know that I relish this kind of thing. It's almost like defeating the stupidity in a "stupid" topic through deconstruction. And Klosterman is painfully funny about it. Comparing a scene in the Pam/Tommy Lee sex tape to the butchering of the cow at the end of Apocalypse Now had me doing a very unattractive, bowled-over laugh on the back porch last night. ("Salon Se Swa," averyalexandra.pbwiki.com) Today’s Objectives : Finish that card, now that the paint’s dry (I love DIY. So much more satisfying than store-bought). E-mail roomie. Do nails. Keep my friend entertained via text as she rides in the car to Rhode Island with nothing but her iPod for fun. Check on the essential oil I’m making. Maybe go to the gym. Hopefully just get out for a while. |
