hyenahell

hello folks.

i wrote a big-ass update earlier this morning, then pressed the wrong key, and deleted it. so here's take two.

I. Fuckin' Job Hunt: Part Three

i applied at the bead shop i mentioned in yesterday's entry. they had these written responses on their application, which i very much prefer over the usual "fill in the blanks, list your employment history and references, etc." format. i think most of my better qualities are more fittingly expressed in writing rather than in the jobs i've had. so that was a pleasant suprise.

i must have done something right, because later that day they called me in for an interview. i'm to show up at 1:30 today. i have no idea what to wear. i haven't had to dress like a "real person", as my parents would say, um... ever. so i'm doing a shit-load of laundry right now.

i was thinking i'd wear nice (read: not stained, torn, patched-up, or frayed) black pants and a black button-up shirt. but then i thought that it might be too much black. what if black does not equal sophisticated, as i've always thought? what if it makes me look too... i don't know. depressing? goth? pretentious? like one of those disgruntled kids in highschool that doesn't own a white t-shirt and listens to Marilyn Manson? like i've worked in the service industry so long that i don't own anything nice that isn't black? (alright, so i'm all of these things. except the goth part. and i do have a couple white shirts. they're just all badly stained. but my employers don't need to know that, right?)

so i'm at a loss.

II. Other Stuff

have i mentioned lately how badly i wish that the summer was over? because man, do i ever. i hate the fucking perma-sweat that covers your body during the summer. i hate not being able to walk three blocks without my makeup dripping down my face. i hate not being able to wear anything besides jeans and t-shirts, and having to change clothes half-way through the day because the original clothing is so drenched with sweat that it starts chafing me. i hate not being able to take long walks in the park without being miserable. i hate not wanting to go outside. i hate it that drinking coffee makes me sweat, even if i'm sitting in front of the fan.

i want it to be hoodie weather. now.

it's not specifically hoodies that i long for. it's that day when you finally can wear long sleeves or jackets for the first time since March. it's a very exciting day. when you wake up and the air just feels different. things smell different. i could write a book about the wonder of this day. last year i documented it:

Oct. 15th, 2004


fucking summer. i hate August. at least football starts soon.


III. Bad News

SG member Hypercrew was hit by a roadside bomb on Monday in Iraq.

please keep our boy in your thoughts and prayers, and here's hoping he makes a speedy recovery.

*update*

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that is all for now. wish me luck at the interview. hell, wish me luck getting dressed for the interview.

love.
-Hyena.

p.s.: i am so lame. here's proof:

i shouldn't be allowed to have a digital camera. i take way too many silly self portraits.

p.p.s.: it tooke me 9 Fugazi songs to write this entry. to clarify/specify, i was listening to End Hits. that is all. honest, this time.