Antisocial #1

Bah, humbug

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 16:03:18 GMT

This holiday season is kicking my ass. Since I have 10 days off from the University for winter break, I decided to fly home and stay an extra few days so I can celebrate a "real" Christmas with my family. All told, I'll be back in New York for 13 full days, which I'm very excited about, but also very worried about. Money has always been a concern of mine since coming down here (rather it always has been, just in general), and these past few months made me realize how much of it I'll be spending between now and the middle of next year. Granted I'm not dirt poor. I can pay my bills, put a decent roof over my head and food in my belly, but my monetary safety net isn't as big as I would like. (I've saved over $1,000 in an untouchable savings account since I've started working, and my checking account never goes below $3,500. This to me, however, is crap) Aside from paying for my flight home-which is reasonably priced this time, thank goodness-there are more Christmas and birthday gifts to be bought, especially for my family; not one but TWO more plane tickets I'll be buying to attend two weddings next year; a maid of honor dress to wear at one of them (my best friend's); a coworker's wedding gift collection I feel like I have to chip in to; AND I just spent nearly $85 on this month's phone bill since I went over my minutes by over an hour. This doesn't include the money I spent on much needed groceries this past weekend, as well as my rent at the start of the month. But as much as I may bitch, I refuse any help from anybody, as not only does charity make me feel like crap but I'm a big girl now, therefore I should be able to do this on my own. Feeling like I never have enough money and already being as cheap as possible without becoming a complete miser sucks, however.

There has to be something out there that I can do to make more money. Aside from taking my clothes off, of course. Suggestions?

We're not evicting you. We're just taking our house back and asking you to leave

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 21:08:30 GMT

So since Johnny is purchasing his own house and moving out, our landlords want theirs back and for Scott and I to move out. Due to the fact they've had trouble renting the fourth room they figured they would take it all. Needless to say that this comes as a bit of a surprise; one that Scott and I are none too happy about.

We've been given 30 days from the time Johnny becomes the official owner of his place until we have to leave, which gives us maybe another two or three months. I've been on the verge of tears all day not only because it's a shock (I only heard rumors from Johnny about this late last week), but because I'm quite hurt at the casual attitude Erica has taken about this. The rest of the time I've been searching out places on Craigslist. I just can't believe it took me three months of searching to find work after getting the house and now I have to start searching for a place three months after getting the job. I was hoping my calls for "anyone need a roomie?" would be of a different nature, lemme tell ya.

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 17:41:26 GMT

Apparently if there was a deathmatch between my housemates and I, people would put money on me to come out victorious.

One would think that Sundays are the days to wind down from the weekend. Not so in our house apparently. I'm surprised Scott hasn't been choked out by Johnny yet...

Why do I always seem to be the one in the middle of their drama? Oi...

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 23:33:19 GMT

So I'm thinking of changing my cell phone carrier and am getting opinions on what people I know use (I've been looking at BoostMobile as they have that $50 per month plan that comes with everything: texting, calls, etc. but I'm also curious about what else is out there). I used to use T-Mobile but when I went to MCLA the phone didn't work there, so I had no choice but to switch to Verizon. I switched to the least expensive plan with them when I came down here, but I'm still paying over $50 a month for the minimum 450 minutes a month without texting. Does anyone use anything aside from Verizon and if so, can you give me any info? I'd rather not have to change my number, especially considering I've changed it once after my phone died a few years ago and I can live without texting (though I'm still debating whehter or not I want to reinstate it). I know that Sprint is absolutely awful, so I'd rather not switch to them, but I'm open to suggestions.

Holy freaking crap

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 05:14:25 GMT

There is seriously only one copy of a single Rammstein CD in the entire New Orleans public library system? Granted yes, the libraries here are still trying to get back on their feet post Katrina. But seriously? Moffat bloody Library could get more copies of Rammstein CDs via ILL and they had/have a staff of about 10 people. Where the fuck am I living again?

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 22:30:12 GMT

Deposit and first month's rent cheques have been put in the mail today. Flight is booked for early morning February 2nd. Have cut back on my Verizon texting plan, have transferred money from my savings account to my checking account, and have stocked up on somewhat needed supplies to bring with me.

Holy shit. I'm really going.

new hopes for a new year

Sun, 11 Jan 2009 16:13:46 GMT

Well things seem to be finally turning around for the better. For those that may not already know, I took a reconnaissance trip down South earlier this past week to scope out the job situation, the apartments I've found, etc. I think the universe is finally happy with my decision as things went so amazingly well it was uncanny. I accomplished just about all I wanted to in the few days I was there, met some really cool people and hopefully very soon will be sharing an apartment with a very nice shamanic healer/herbal medicinist/hypnotherapist. If I'm lucky that is, though I have a couple of other options.

I also received two emails upon my return to New York; one from Tulane University and another from a group called teachNOLA. The position I applied for at Tulane was for library associate which as anyone who really knows me knows, I can do with my eyes closed. This position includes benefits and a decent salary and according to the email I have met the minimum requirements. Hopefully someone will contact me soon about it as working in a university will certainly have other perks.

The teachNOLA email informed me that I have been chosen to be a teaching fellow at a New Orleans high need elementary school. I'm kind of curious as to what that would be like, as not only did these people take the "we want YOU!" motto very seriously, teaching would be something worthwhile and different. I must contact them for an interview, therefore I'm in a slight pickle as to whether or not I should just pack up and go or make another recon trip. Must wait to see what happens with the herbalist first though.

It is also starting to become apparent that I will never make anyone good housewife. Officially I've only been at home for two days since quitting Pearson (visited Ed on New Year's Eve Wednesday until last Saturday, flew to NOLA this past Monday and returned Wednesday night), but as Ed has said I'm getting cabin fever to the extreme. Bat shit bonkers does not look good on me, and with the shitty New York weather AND MoLo road issues I haven't been out of here for more than a few hours. Add the fact that I seem to have contracted a mystery plague from my sister and you have quite a nutty, sickly Emma. Really not a good combination. Let's hope my plans continue to come through as quickly as they have been doing so I can once and for all get the hell off this trash heap.

i do not like it when i step outside for a walk during lunch and my ear canals start aching

Thu, 11 Dec 2008 20:07:57 GMT

Have I mentioned recently how much I don't like wintry conditions? Days of skipping the gym but taking a few laps around Pearson during my lunch break are dwindling. Bah.

On a somewhat okay note, I'm not freaking entirely this time though I am analyzing the piss out of everything. Not necessarily the current situation but myself in trying to figure out ME in the current situation. Make sense? Iono...

I hate being confused.

can someone help a chick out?

Thu, 04 Dec 2008 21:13:38 GMT

My gym's hot water has been off for nearly a week. I've been taking ice dips there since then because I refuse to shower in MoLo grossness (Kari can sympathize, I'm sure). I've been complaining about the crappy temperature since they had "maintenance" well over a month ago, though the water only started to hit below zero degrees this past weekend. The cheapskate owners still haven't replied to emails from the staff nor myself so are there any locals who use a gym that doesn't suck in Orange County, preferably in the Washingtonville/Blooming Grove/Monroe area? If all goes well I won't be using it for more than a month, but I'm just so sick of feeling grubby especially after a workout.

Thanks!

ahhhhh, Orange County

Mon, 27 Oct 2008 17:45:10 GMT

For former locals who didn't hear about this as well as my out of state friends, the below article made headlines in yesterday's local rag. I only found out about it through the radio on my way in to work this morning. Naturally it's the talk of the county.

While the situation is quite hilarious, I feel somewhat sorry for the guy. If you think you're having a bad day...

http://www.recordonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20081025/NEWS/81025007

and here comes the sober blathering

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 00:46:21 GMT

I. Can't. Stop. Talking. About. This. Man. AGAIN.

Why do I feel like those sixteen year old girls who are gushing about their crushes on their livejournals?

Am I "in like" again? Even after pushing away and finally calming down from the anxiety this evening?

::heaving sigh::

adventures in crackheadland (or semi monthly update)

Thu, 08 May 2008 01:19:53 GMT

My car got ::slightly:: vandalized by the inbreds at the end of the street last night. Guess the little children didn't like it when I walked after them when they started screaming obscenities at me last month, but whatever. I called the police and even though I already knew they couldn't do anything without proof, the complaint was logged, and not half an hour after they left two more cop cars came by and went down the street. Apparently these people are known among Blooming Grove police, which makes it pretty stupid of them to start causing trouble with new people. But they'll get theirs. And I will laugh my way all the way down the street when they do.

Men continue to make things complicated, especially one in particular. Next topic.

Work=awful. Busy with mindless tasks most of the time, and hardly have time to do ::real:: editorial stuff. The only silver lining is that last week a colleague said I was a godsend to Richard, and that he and others were discussing how surprised they were that I hadn't quit, as most people don't last as long as I have. I told him it's because quirks are my people, so I do well with them, and aside from when he occasionally aggravates the hell out of me, I like working under Richard. Hell, I worked in libraries for 10 years. We got all kinds there. I'm an expert on kook.

Sleeeeeeeeepy time...

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 01:24:59 GMT

Hmmm. That might be a problem...

the dragon lady has returned

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 20:38:03 GMT

I pity anyone who crosses my path and/or talks to me this afternoon. They will be rewarded with a severe verbal bitch slap; perhaps even a real life one. Actually no, I take that back. I don't pity them. If they are oblivious to the look on my face, well, they're morons and they deserve what they get.
I almost wish the pseudo ex would pop up today just so I can take my emotions out properly. Inanimate objects don't fight back and you can't do any ::real:: damage to them. Besides, he's turning into a crappy friend and I still don't trust him as far as I can throw him, so I wouldn't really feel too bad about it.
Pray for my family this evening...

New Year's, Schmew Year's

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 21:19:42 GMT

This office is like a ghost town today. Of course my first New Year's Eve here is the only time the higher ups decide not to close early, wouldn't you know it? Ah well, at least Mike down the row is here to chat with. He's a worse workaholic than I am. But then again I guess when you've worked in a place for 20 years like he has, you tend to become a bit of a worker bee...
Getting together with Ed and our friend Tina and her boyfriend's tonight for New Year's. We're trying the friends thing again and so far it's working out (he came by Christmas night and we still talk fairly regularly), but you never know. I might freak again. My hopes for 2008 consist of being able to have a semi normal relationship with a pseudo ex, especially with one who's probably one of the best people I've met in my life.
Speaking of pseudo exes, I took in a movie with another one Christmas weekend. It's terrible when hanging out for the first time in almost a year, I still trembled and got a rush. I'm surprised it wasn't more obvious. Least I hope it wasn't, even though some drunken Christmas Eve and this past Saturday night rambling text messages probably made it so. Ye gods. Me and my damn drunk thumbs...
Fuck, Mike is going home sick. I guess it's not so bad since it's nearly 4:30. 13 minutes to go, then see y'all next year.

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 03:45:46 GMT

Have I mentioned how much I love old school Nickelodeon? This iO crap is amazing. I'm watching "Legends of the Hidden Temple" and reminiscing about how I would have loved to go on one of those game shows when I was a kid.
Yes, these are my Friday nights now. I'm surprised I'm even still awake.

well shit...

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 01:36:36 GMT

I've gone and done it again. In more ways than one too. Talk about one's past catching up...
Fuck therapy, I'm staying away from men other than my father for the next year. Unless they're eunuchs. Or queens.

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 03:49:51 GMT

My dreams and intuition were correct once more. Long story short, girlfriend was cheating bitch, she's out of the picture and he "reached out and touched" me for help, advice and a potential something or other. I genuinely don't think hook up, but he's looking for something in me. He actually admitted what, but I'm not that much of an idiot. I've been as bitchy as I can be, but there are times, man...Especially when I have my moments of doubt and anxiety. I begin to wonder, remember and have a tendency to seek him out though not face to face, even though he's suggested it. I actually bumped into him last Saturday at the Newburgh Mall after another night of binge drinking, harassing him with drunken texts and (ye gods) a drunken phone call at about 2:30 in the morning (I was that drunk that all I remembered about it was that I called). He gave me a hug and was more concerned with my well being than being pissed off that I probably woke him up. I know I looked like shit. And it's really bad when I actually CARE that I did...
Finally bit the bullet and decided to get, as a former friend once said, "theraped." The woman's really cool, an intuitive psychotherapist and we get on well. Each week I feel like I'm getting closer to whatever it is that keeps me from being "normal" when it comes to being in a ::gag:: relationship and I've been going for five weeks. Guess we'll see how that turns out.
I'm going to root to see if there is any more alcohol in the house, aside from the wine I put aside for Ed for tomorrow.

Fri, 21 Sep 2007 00:47:03 GMT

I swear I think I'm psychic sometimes.
Not like I've discounted it before, but next time a certain someone from the past is in my thoughts constantly for a day or two, I'll know it's not nostalgia or PMS.

Communication? Yeah. All day. Practically begging for help. I'm being as cold as I can be, but I'll be damned if I'm not weakening just a little.

What is going on here?

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 01:55:08 GMT

I landed something.

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 01:08:48 GMT

My mother has discovered all the 24/7 muzak channels on IO digital cable, complete with useless musical tidbits. Least we have both a metal and a rock television station. And we get electronica and bluegrass.
I think I hear "Smoke on the Water." Time to go spark a joint or something.

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 02:06:58 GMT

There's been contact. And this time not because of me. Man, this whole saga gets more and more interesting as time elapses.
Still "interning," but next week I will actually be getting paid, as both Jim and Anne are going out of town for a week on a book tour. Still waiting to hear back from previous interviews and yes, I've been doing follow up on each. I tell you, I'm surprised that anyone manages to get ANYTHING done in this business. Everything is always delayed. In any event, there's one job in particular that I'm keeping my fingers and toes crossed for, as the woman was ridiculously cool and I would absolutely LOVE to help her work on her books (humor, sex books, and other interesting non-fiction). So I hope, I hope, I hope.
Made a new friend through my friend Tina. He's her first love and now best friend and he's pretty nice. Name's Ed and it's funny because he reminds me of Ron in a lot of ways. What's even funnier about me now knowing him is that both he AND Tina graduated a few years before Angel did at NFA and he knows him. Don't know if personally, but he does. We ended up going to Plumb Point yesterday evening, since he was up from Long Island for Tina's birthday party and I got eaten alive by all sorts of mosquitoes. They always seem to go for my ankles for some reason and I have at least six bites that itch like mad...
Ugh, I need some water. I hate the summer heat.

Tue, 29 May 2007 21:33:43 GMT

Tomorrow I navigate the NYC subway system. Alone. And completely unsure as to what's considered up or downtown.
Seriously, why can't the subway maps just make it obvious and say "okay, this is where you want to be. This is the train to take you there" as opposed to all this color, number, letter crap? Just make a little column with street names and their trains or something.
I'm more nervous about getting to my interviews than the interviews themselves.

Sun, 27 May 2007 05:03:07 GMT

So my internship is nearly over. It kind of makes me sad, being as I'm leaving Tom and "the Bob," but at the same time, Bob has given me over 20 contact people in the biz and I've contacted all of his former assistants. They've all gotten back to me, and I have three meetings between next week and mid June (plus I've had my resume passed along and I've already gotten a call from someone in Palgrave-MacMillan, thanks to one of his contacts). I just pray that something comes up, for I'm tired of job hunting and I'm loving what I'm doing, even as an intern. Plus I have to say, I'm actually loving being in the city. It's not quite the same as living "upstate."
I've also got back in touch with many people from school. Meghann and I have been talking again and she says she and her new boyfriend are heading up to Queens at some point. Also been talking to Alison from Moffat, who still lives in NYC. Blast from the past, "hey"?
"Love life" is in the shitter, as per usual. Angel's still in my head like mad, despite the fact we don't talk and I don't look anymore. Far as I know he's still with the girl ::shrug:: We'll see what happens with all that.
Other than that, life is not too bad. I think I've realized that working is the reason is why I'm alive, and so far, that's going pretty well. So in that sense, life is wonderful.

oh yeah

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 17:23:26 GMT

Did I mention that the fates finally smiled on me? Starting tomorrow I will be a lowly intern at Norton Publishing on 5th Avenue in Manhattan. Essentially slave labor, but it's a start and I couldn't be more thrilled/petrified.
Hopefully things are finally looking up ::crosses fingers::