Happy Hanukkah!

srsly.

I’m celebrating in a possibly blasphemous, completely contrived way. I’d like to say I’m enjoying it, but I’m super stressed from waiting to hear about this job. I think the interview went well enough, but … it might just come down to me not having any experience in this area. I hope not because I totally want this job and I know I can rock it.

At the same time, my current job is stressing me out as well. There are a lot of new people, a lot of under-staffing and it’s hard. Plus my coworkers are irritating me, which probably says more about me than them.

I’m having the stressed out dreams. Something about a brand new rotting bicycle and a shop reminiscent of Yemen. Something else about work. Something else about church. It’s probably good I don’t remember them any better than I do.

I’m also thinking about headcovering off and on. It seems to be just something I do now, which is fine by me, but I think when I move, I will stop the full time covering, and I will probably miss it. I’ve gone through phases with the headcovering. The most recent of which was a Jewish style, around the head and around the bun in the back of my head. It’s becoming uncomfortable though. I find myself wanting to wear full hijab or nothing. Not really sure why. I end up wearing hijab at my house and something else outside of it. Because I don’t want the Islamic associations.  I’ve done hijab before and then moved on. Like I said, phases. Guess I’ll just take it as it comes.

Anyway, prayers for obtaining this job, housing, transportation, and workable class schedule, plus not freaking out & what not are appreciated.

Victory is so close

Okay, so I previously mentioned the Soap/Shampoo/Conditioner saga. In a sentence summary: I vowed not to buy more of any of any one category until all in my house was used up. That vow was made mid-December 2007. In April 2009, a mere 16 months later, I declared victory over the shampoo. I finished the last of it, and bought new. Today, August 8, 2009 I declare victory over the conditioner. (That horse conditioner doesn’t count, and may be going into the trash soon)  Tomorrow, to try out the new conditioner I bought. The only one left is soap. I have at least another bar and a bottle left. Tremble soap, you’re going down!

*sigh*

contemplating tryin’ my hand at normal cause ‘crazy’ aint all it’s cracked up to be…

what do you say to this?

HAPPY LITURGICAL NEW YEAR!

What a wonderful hope we have!

I know that it’s Advent and moving closer to Winter, but are you aware that IT IS SNOWING?!?! Holy Jesus Snack Cup, people. It’s SNOWING! I’m not cool with this.

On the way out of work, I wrapped a RIDICULOUSLY BLUE scarf around my work headcovering, and one of the girls told me I looked like an old lady. The bright blue, I think predisposes her thoughts to “old” but it is TOO CUTE.

and I realize that this is, once again becoming a conglomeration of random thoughts. I will blame it on the lack of sleep and ridiculously cold weather.

In other RIDICULOUS! news, RED BOX PLEAT SKIRT! sewn by me.

random things that i’ve been thinking about

*i can’t get the dog in or keep the cat out.

*it would behoove me to remember “every person lost and broken wears the body of our Lord”

*i <3 Mass of Creation

*I took Top 40 back.

*The person who said “If we are of the same Spirit, we should all agree” is so not Anglican.

*Why would doing things for Entertainment alone necessarily be bad?

*”Why you wanna show off all your scars?” (because they’re MINE)

*Sometimes I think I do things because they go against my ‘you should avoid the appearance of evil’ upbringing.

*Apparently I’ve been mishearing this lyric since I first heard this song, and my interpretation with my mishearing was, IMO much better than the original.

or we could go to all the places where the money’s spent
and buy whatever new distractions that the suits invent
they know the demographic that we represent
because they heard all of our secrets through the internet

honestly, the “heard” is a little weird, should be “read” right? but never the less, a rather powerful statement about our generation and openness with information via the internet. I just found out the lyrics are actually

or we could go to all the places where the money’s spent
and buy whatever new distractions that the suits invent
they know the demographic that we represent
because they heard all of our secrets through the heating vent
~When the Party Ends — Saturday Looks Good To Me

Heating vent? really? internet is feasible and has a punch. heating vent is just lame.