good luck/ bad luck.

i was supposed to interview last wednesday and NOT thursday. so i guess that was the bit of bad luck from the chain letter. but...the good luck is that i interviewed today for the position and not five minutes after the interview ended i got the job. yay! i will be working part-time at joann's fabrics and full-time at american bank of commerce. it'll be nice having the extra cash. :smile: i'm gonna buy BIG hooker boots!!!!!!!!!!!!!! then perhaps a head full of white hair. seriously, that's what i want (pertains to both). i've always wanted to have pure white hair. lovely ain't it?

the only downside is: no free time. i think i'll be more open to eating out, but i'm kinda set in my ways about sewing in solitude. it'll be nice when kris and i have our sewing room cuz we can sew together. and the cat will have more to attack :smile:

wish

hello all my friends,

please send me wishes throughout tomorrow (thursday). i am interviewing for a job at a fabric store. i need all the prayers i can get! i read a stupid chain mail letter that told me i'd have the worst luck tomorrow...and i didn't pass it on. thank you wonderful people!

:smile:
wavie

goodbye to elizabeth

cutting off a name is just as important as getting one. hmm...i was going to get my name changed this morning. i have one more step and it's done: attend an uncontested docket. the judge looks your order over and decides if your reason is legit.

but for me, i want it to be more than that. a little more than a dusty old room in a courthouse. i'm gonna wait til my birthday. (next week friday) it will be a little more special. since i'm not working that day i'll wear my long red skirt and look pretty. go home and do the mountains of paperwork that go with the task...but know that i have given myself a new name on my 24th birthday. sometimes it's good to be patient. it's the cause of good times.

ps. it will be officially Waverly Tinsley

the sacred zonk

i started a cult.

:laugh: kind of...not really. i just thought it was fun that i got people to worship a deity named zonk and wear blue cushion hats as identification. there was a man with a blue sacred heart as a hat. it was cute and fun.

so i went out dancing last night at bodychoir. that's a community in itself. they are soo sweet and invited me to their potluck afterwards. just warm and crazy. my kind of people.

i have a crush though...tell you more if anything develops.

muah!!!

ps. rachel you should come out to bodychoir. or maybe you do? last night was my first time.

a book

hey.

it's interesting how a single book can change your perspective on things. kinda embarrassing, though. my mind is fickle. might be a good thing. open to new ideas and such...but i never really let christianity take root in my head. i saw it as a pretty story that brought people together to love and have a community based on a shared context. i miss it...but hopefully i'll find another place i can feel safe in and be with the sacred.

i haven't left mosaic (the church) completely. i enjoy organizing books so i'll make their little library manageable. it's fun for me. my mother's a librarian and i grew up helping her do this. i'm glad they welcome me to their service...but i don't know how i feel going to a church service when i don't believe in the reason everyone's there...to find God.

thank God i know how to take off bumper stickers. comes in handy.

the wishing machine

okay. do you remember seeing the second 'neverending story'? i was little when i saw it. what i do recall is a beautiful sorceress with her gumball machine of wishes. it would dispense/grant wishes; however, there is a cost. one memory.

the machine was beautiful. all the memories glowing in the shape of marbles. the boy of 'the neverending story' was so happy to be granted any wish, but he didn't realize what was happening to him nor did he see this machine (as far as i can remember).

what's sad is that i've become aware of the memories that i've forgotten. life is so much of what we remember. you can break up with someone based on incorrect memories or only remembering painful incidents. it brings me joy that i've kept so many memories through diaries. otherwise i wouldn't know how neat i was when i was 14. before i reread the diary i thought i was without a personality and a general yes-sayer. wrong.

what brings 'the neverending story' anecdote about is that i don't really rely on religion. at least until this year. i make wishes. a lot of them. seriously, like two a day. if you're curious on how to make wishes, oh lordy i can give you a list. what i was scared of in a fantastical way was that i was losing my memories as i make wishes. i know there's some logical explanation, but the 'neverending story' is a prettier story. glowing marbles and such. :laugh:

write in your journal, bitch!

pretty things

last night i did many artsy things. hmm...lemme think.

i...got my face plastered with something that makes a cast of my face. held a smile for 10 minutes. it was a lot easier than i thought. this is where the weirdo part comes in: since i couldn't see anything around me and i could only breath through my nose...it kiiiiinda felt like i was dead. i started thinking of all my precious memories of the last several years. no childhood memories, more recent ones. dancing in a fountain with sarah, singing "elephant love medley" (moulin rouge) with sarah in venice on one of the bridges...that one-night stand i had in london with a beautiful lady, playing chess naked in the bath, th's half birthday, it was pure happiness to remember. so that's how i smiled for ten minutes. :smile:

when i got home it was late...but my purse was still not finished. i have been working on a purse for three days now. i've been bragging about it to people at work...yes, i am show and tell with anything artsy i make...sometimes i feel sorry for others...but not always.

well, i made a very me purse. it's fuchsia and pink with flowers embroidered into the fabric. has neat little pockets, too. it's my second purse...so i'll get better...maybe put in lining next time.

la dee da. that's all the artsy things i did yesterday. i'll keep you posted.

my grandma is 29

i visited my granny last night. i had to debate it in my head before i went because i was also invited to a wedding. the two events were basically at the same time. my grandmother's 92 birthday and a sweet friend's wedding. the reason i hesitated about my granny was that last time i saw her she belittled me about how i didn't have any money. i wasted my mother and father's money for college by not persuing my degree. :sigh:

but i saw her. and she was so happy to see me there. granny CAN be nice. when we had the cake out we switched the candles to 29 as a joke. she's happy for me and proud of me. that's more than i thought possible. i'm thankful that i went.