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Doing cosplay stuff for A-KON in May. Was looking into the best ways to hide insulin pumps on costumes. So, I put insulin pump cosplay in Google and then click around. And found a bunch of idiots. And nothing to do with cosplay. :(

An LJ entry from someone just diagnosed. Their blood sugar at the hospital: around 500. They go immediately to the ER, and by the time they get there, they're at 600. Bullshit, girly. And the doctors then told them that if they'd waited a few more days she would've died. Please.

And some Yahoo group for people with electronic medical devices. Fat people with electronic medical devices. And their complaints that they feel like Borg. The founder crying about how she's 5'6 and 300 pounds and can't keep any weight off. I think I'll call bullshit on that, too. I mean, really? I don't care if you're diabetic, you have no reason to weigh 300 pounds.

Oh, internet. How you ruin my faith in humanity.

And I still need to figure out the best place to hide my insulin pump. :(

So. First day of class. Woo. I've only got one, and its at 6:30pm, so today is a day of sitting at the gym going, oh, God, make them go away, I don't want to do my job! During the summer I could actually go to the bathroom without worrying about the desk. Now, I can't even go into the laundry room without someone coming up looking for something or other. Have to explain to the freshman where the towel drop is. Not that it isn't labeled or anything. No, that's the trashcan. NO. RIGHT OF THE DOOR. NOT THE TRASHCAN, THAT IS TO THE LEFT. And they've changed our duties again. No we have to 'rover'. Like, walk around and creep people out. Because at 6 am, the 3 people in the gym want you to be staring over their shoulder. Now, I have no problem with doing a round about every once and awhile, make sure nothing has exploded. But continuously. That's just silly. I'm just glad I got subs for this afternoon, 'cause the dogs don't walk themselves, and I'm pretty sure just not doing them would make me lose my job. And then I have to run home and get stuff and then go back to my housesit and do things. Cannot wait for this housesit to be over. I want my own bed, dammit. Just gotta keep going...'course, after this housesit, I've got tons of regular ol' petsits to do. And those will keep me busy as all death. At a certain point in the semester, my brain wil explode, and I'll have to tell heather I can't do all of these that I'm signed up for. I mean, I'm not Chuck, this is not my full time job. I cannot do it. She needs to get more people. We'll see how it works out.

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So. Interviews.

I think companies get together and try and make it difficult. I sent some resumes out to 3 different places. All of them want me to come in. Yay! At the same time. Boo. So, squishy and apologetic and rearranging and omg. Looks like 2, possibly 3 interviws this Friday. One for a pet sitting company, one for some sort of data entry, and one for what I think is more data entry. Friday. My mind...will be blown. OMG.

Just gotta figure out what to wear to these things. I mean, I can see sort of business casual to the data entry places. But what does one wear to a pet sitting interview? Not jeans. Maybe khakis? I'll figure it out. I are smart. Of course, judging by how well my last little foray into employment went...yeah...not really hoping too much. No need to stress, I got time.

This apartment thing however...I visted the 2 places we're looking at. They've fairly nice, not in the ghetto. One has a gate, which is an annoyance for me, but I'm sure is all safe and stuff. But...these applications. Suckage. So, we're 3 college kids. We have jobs. We make enough to pay rent and groceries and what have you. But we have to prove it. In fact, we have to prove that between the 3 of us, we make 3 times what we pay for rent. Now. That's irritatating. Because I don't make that much, thanks. And roommate one is paid under the table. Cash, tax free, what have you. Difficult to prove that. Roommate number 3 doesn't really exist yet. So, no idea there. And identification, and previous apartment rental proof and what have you. How are you supposed to get an apartment to get proof that you'll pay if you need proof to get one in the first place? Its like a job. Difficult. Foo.

Of course, there are apartment all OVER the place. But most of them aren't as nice and cheap and these. Also, don't have 3 beedroom units. Dammit. Have to figure something out. Soon. Blargh.

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Well, no 'cushy' assistant job for me! I am 'too nice' for Mr. Lawyer/Producer/whatever it is he does man. Because I don't bitch at the people who answer the phone for whatever company. And don't demand managers after speaking for 3 minutes. I mean, yes, its irritating. But its not their fault they have a script. And it takes just as long to go back through a manager and re-explain what the deal is. I would've hated it, anyway. Had a raging headache by the end of the day. Back into the classifieds. :( Wonder if I could do proper retail? Gotta find something before summer. 'Cause the gym job just ain't gonna cut it for rent and groceries and prescriptions and living. Considered posting in customers_suck about Mr Lawyer guy, but its not really detailed enough or even vaguely unique. Oh, well.

And I swear, people are so nasty on the internet. Ripping people apart. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, but some people just...like disbelieving people? Or something, I don't know. I even have the excuse of blood sugar and PMS, you don't see me acting like that! At least, not at the moment. >.>

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OMG SO EXCITED WHEEEEEEEEEE!

I HAVE ME A JOB INTERVIEW OMG SO EXCITED AHHHHHHH.

:DDDDDDD

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So, yoinked it, because I was curious, and it means I didn't have to do any actual research. But I promised I;d vote for Obama already, so...I don't think the 1% changes much. Heh. Also, rawr on the answers! Curse my strange political viewpoints...

84% Hillary Clinton
83% Barack Obama
82% John Edwards
82% Chris Dodd
78% Bill Richardson
74% Joe Biden
61% Rudy Giuliani
61% Mike Gravel
59% Dennis Kucinich
46% John McCain
44% Mitt Romney
44% Tom Tancredo
34% Mike Huckabee
29% Fred Thompson
18% Ron Paul

2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz

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The ice tray thinks I ought to die. It slashed my wrist while I was emptying it. Little bastard. D&D tomorrow. Instead of today. Also, liquor stores are not open on Sundays and close at 9. This saddens the lot of us.

I need an appropriately Potter layout. While this one is lovely, I am becoming a rabid Potterdammerung crazy person. Oi. Packing for the move. Counting down the days. Only 3 more weeks. Whoah.

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Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Yep. Big 2-0. Awesome. Might be getting a job. That'd be lovely. Get to go see Spamalot this evening! SQUEE!

Maybe going to Galveston this weekend? Since last weekend we had to cancel. :(

Still have to call the housing dept and yell at them for hanging up on me. And tell them that we aren't going to pay twice for changing the lock on my room. So there.

And...that's the story of my life. :D