A collage of thoughts from the past few days...

[missroserose]

Some of you might be wondering why it is I haven't updated in a while. The truth is, there hasn't been much in my life worth talking about recently. I'm still volunteering at the library, and am fairly happy doing so, though I hear rumors that they might have the funding to hire me soon. I can only hope...

Jon is in Greece with his family, which means that I've been somewhat bored lately. One of the many annoying things about living here in Barrow is that there are really rather few intelligent people around to talk to. So my social life has been at something of a standstill. Been reading a fair amount, though I've temporarily run out of books at the moment. Fortunately, working at the library gives you the opportunity to run across all sorts of interesting-looking books, so perhaps I'll check a couple of them out soon.

I did manage to entertain myself tonight by using the computer geek's last-resort weapon in the ongoing battle with spyware - the wipe/reinstall button. (Something was causing my winlogon.exe process to use almost 100% of the CPU power and a good chunk of memory, which basically meant that my computer was running about as fast as a lame horse over a Barrow road.) Suffice it to say, the reinstall worked well, and I now have a factory-fresh, virginal computer. (Well, I *did* move my files back onto her hard drive, but I haven't installed anything, so she's still a virgin...just a virgin wearing slutty clothes.) (Scratch that. I did install the drivers for the wireless card, so she's been somewhat violated...but it's hardly a life-changing program, so I'd call it the equivalent of a quick snog. Slightly experienced but still virginal computer. Mmmm.)

A couple of things I've learned over the past few days:
--While the Swiffer Wet-Jet is an awesome invention for places like Barrow where all the roads are dirt and/or mud, the replacement pads look and feel just like menstrual pads (which isn't necessarily bad, just kind of amusing)
--Half the fun of having a huge jar of maraschino cherries in the fridge is ladling out the sugar-juice and drinking it, thus creating a sugar high that lasts for several hours
--A group of files that would take over an hour to transfer between computers through a wireless network takes less than ten minutes to transfer through a LAN cable
--Roommates who dump huge jars of maraschino cherries and six-packs of Red Bull in the fridge and announce it all up for grabs are cool

Another possible source of income has come up recently. My mother and her roommate Mella are planning on providing foster care for a five/six year old girl named Clara. I have no problem with this, in theory - while I'm not particularly fond of small children, I don't mind living with them if they're well-behaved, which according to Mella (who's cared for her before) she is. But my mother's offered to pay me a pretty decent amount to care for Clara in the mornings before I head to the library. I have mixed feelings about this, to tell the truth - on the one hand, I can use the money, especially if I don't end up getting hired, but small children have a tendency to make me extremely uncomfortable. Admittedly, she's just one kid, and I could handle her okay, but this would also mean that I'd have to take responsibility for myself as well - getting up early, making sure there's healthy food available, etc., etc. To tell the truth, I like being a single twentysomething for just that reason - if I don't have to work, I don't have to get up, and if I don't want to cook, I can have toast and maraschino cherries for breakfast. (My empty stomach will regret it later in the day, but that's life.) I don't want a kid, I don't particularly want to have to care for myself in order to care for a kid...but hey, money is money. And to tell the truth, it'd probably help Clara a lot to have some structure in her life, even if it was just me taking care of her every morning - she's been shunted around from foster home to foster home a lot, and that can't be fun when you're at the age where you associate routine with safety. Hell, some people never grow out of that association.

Nabbed this icon a few days ago, but haven't had the chance to use it. The fullsize picture is a stock image from deviantart.com, entitled "Sinners;" it's also up on my desktop, or was, before the rewipe. Going to have to change that. This computer has the fugliest default wallpaper I've ever seen...

Damn, I wish I had an intelligent, sweet, pretty, bisexual woman around...

Comments

[errant-variable.livejournal.com]

hmm... not much to comment, cause my brain is hitting shutdown mode, and ive the need to be at work in eight hours, but it sounds like your starting to give in to your maternal instincts. Look at it as reinforcement, without the pain of labor, and an opt-out potential.

On the other hand, you miss the wild sex beforehand.

And I hear you on that woman thing...