dreaming on

Everything is beautiful and everything is horrible, at the same time. It's complicated. The World Ends With You has become my spirit animal once again. It is so beautiful it singlehandedly saved me from misery, and gave me inspiration.

The important thing is I have actual mojo for an original story idea and I'm going to attempt to write it.

But you can expect a Tales of Xillia liveblog from me tonight.

Caught up on all my taaaags oh yeah. Gonna do some writiiing. Planning to app Nekuuuuu. I even did my kids' CR charts: Allen, Flynn, and Roxas! ETA: Whoops, I have to add in Lavi and probably Lenalee on Allen's. I forgot about them cuz they're new. brb.

First, some writing. Then, Sentience tags.

We're going somewhere to dinner tomorrow night. Benihana, maybe? We'll see if the show will silence rainfall's bickering family for ninety minutes. I'm looking forward to going (obviously, because I keep finding reasons for her to go there, like that the show might silence her bickering family for ninety minutes).

For her actual birthday next week we're getting cupcakes. Have you ever seen such ridiculous things?! I'm so excited I can't wait to eat them. XDDD Three sweet creams and three cake batters. Mmm.

This weekend has been awesome, even if it was spent with my family. Now we are heading to Philadelphia with the security of knowing that a ridiculously good job is awaiting at least one of us! It's seriously, stupidly good.

Immediately after the job offer, instead of being happy for rainfall, my mother said to me, "Now you just need to get an offer that's just as good."

Recently this is what she's taken to doing. "I know you're impressed with your friend's job, but there are tons of people out there that would give you $60k full-time jobs with your level of experience and education!" I don't think she understands how insulting this is. I've tried to explain how wrong she is. How I spent four years unemployed, desperately looking not for a $60k full-time job in my field, but for any job in my field; part-time, substituting, minimum wage, I didn't care. Any foot in the door was better. I couldn't even get callbacks on those jobs. I eventually settled for anyone who would hire me, even though it wasn't really in my field, and involved being a temp for ten months.

But I guess if I'd been better at job searching, I would have found one of the many people who were begging for candidates with a Masters in Library Science but zero library experience. And I guess getting a job isn't satisfactory, I have to get one that makes web developer money in my notoriously-strapped-for-cash field.

Anyway, the long and the short of it is that I'm going to get a job at the circulation desk, or at a Trader Joe's or something I don't even care, and I'm going to tell my mom they hired me to be the King of Libraries. :D

So here are the things the last 36 hours have wrought:

I want to move across the country.
I want to get a new job.
I want to buy a house.

Yeah. And the worst part is that all of that is within my grasp if I really want it. Our lease is up at the end of March and Colorado has not been good to me, jobwise. I've missed the east coast and I have my dad's money to finance a house with if I want. A house would actually be a cheaper monthly payment than renting. And then how grown-up would I be?! A homeowner! A regular big kid.

My mom mostly talked me out of trying to buy a home from halfway across the country in a place I've never lived in and don't know if I'm going to like, but I'm still secretly browsing houses squeeing at them. I don't even know.

And I'm finding jobs and applying to them, and so has rainfall, and she's already gotten a request for an interview. So. Freaking out right now.

I want to move. I want to get a job. I want a house!!

Right now the options are looking like Baltimore, Maryland area, or Philadelphia, Pennsylvania area.

I literally can't think about anything else at the moment. I've been ignoring my tags and Plurk for days. Someone help me. Or maybe I should just give in and take a short hiatus.