We were pelted with hail as soon as we stepped out of the cafe even though it was sunny and warm out, so naturally, we decided to go for a drive in it. L and I work well because he likes long drives, I like long rides, and the Pacific Coast Highway provides the perfect setting. The windows are down, the music is up, and his arm is out undulating with the wind. California’s confused weather creates rainbows everywhere we go. Life is good. :]

The Dead Weather – Treat Me Like Your Mother

I stomp through life much like Jack White and Alison Mosshart in this video most of the time, dripping in acid and venom, but I’m pretty sure my angry walk just looks ridiculous. Maybe I need a rifle.

If you are up at 3am and not talking to me because the sign says you’re busy, I will ignore it if THERE IS A CAT THAT SOUNDS LIKE A FRIGGEN’ POSSESSED WOMAN MEOWING OUTSIDE OF MY WINDOW. HOLY FRICK IT SCARED ME TO DEATH. The loud meowing seriously was soul-chilling. Like I’m terrified to turn out the lights, because this cat was definitely not meowing at something Earthly. Or was it? I hope it was just in a fight with a raccoon or something. Either way, now I feel like a colossal idiot for immediately thinking that it was my mom being possessed. Christ, if I had been asleep and that thing woke me up? I probably would have started crying out of sheer terror. It was SO scary sounding!!

I swear, when I move out, I’m going to get a huge monster of a dog that would just eat the cat.

Knowing Luis, it would be a bike from the Goodwill that he did Micky-Mouse repairs to and it would fall apart as soon as I got on. :D But he’ll have attached a basket to the front and put little tassels on the handlebars so I wouldn’t feel too bad.

So I’m at Payless today looking for a pair of black close-toed kitten heels for my interview tomorrow and the hot salesman and I are deciding between a pair of shiny pointy-toed heels and a round-toed heel. The shiny one was obviously hotter and I was just about to buy then when I say loudly “Oooooh crap, I can’t buy these! What the frick was I thinking?!”

Poor hot salesguy. He is soooo confused.

“Huh? Why not?”

So I explain to him about Plantain Feet — the way her foot looked like little bananas smooshed into her heels, the fact that she would always hum some undefinable tune while she pissed, and how I couldn’t stop staring at her feet whenever she would walk by. “I can’t buy these! I have plantain feet in them!” Hot Salesguy looked at me as if I were crazy.

“So um . . yeah. I’m going to go ahead and buy these slightly-less shiny shoes now . . . .”

It’s kind of like that.

Does this make any sense? Vampire Diaries needs new episodes :/

*Note: You are not my friend if you said “False”

Don’t get me wrong, I like Coldplay. Well, sorta. Kinda. Maybe not.They stay in that middle ground of where I’ll listen to them if they’re on the radio only if all the other stations are playing Nickleback. They’re just a band that I don’t really hate, but don’t really like either. I think the lyrics are emotional, but they don’t translate well when preformed. It’s like. . . all the components of a great song being there, but everything sounds so dead when Chris Martin whines it out. Dead emotion? At least, that’s how I see Coldplay.

Violet Hill is the only song from Coldplay that I really like. It might be because it sounds nothing like their regular stuff. Pendulum does a kick ass job at covering that song. I wouldn’t say that it is better than the original, but it provides a good alternative. When the original isn’t angry enough, I’ll listen to Pendulum’s version of it, and vice versa for when I’m sad.

It’s like . . . two different versions of the song for two very different moods. The original, for when you feel like indulging in your misery, and the other for when you’re just bitter, upset, and confused. Maybe one leads into the other :B

So if you loved me, won’t you let me know?

If I am online, I am likely to be doing this.

So I was asked to provide 2 personal references from people who have known me for 5 years or longer and was not a relative. Guess what? Nobody really knows me from 5 years ago. All the people I talk to currently are those I’ve only known for around three years or less.

If you knew me back in 2005, we are probably not talking to each other now and you probably wouldn’t recognize me.

Is that sad? I don’t know. I have to finish my application later while I go harass the 3years&younger folks to help me lie B:

Mom: Why doesn’t she sleep at night?
God Reincarnation: It’s because she drags that computer around all the time!

She’s right, in a sense. I don’t sleep at night because I’m reading tons of crap on my Google Reader/Tumblr all the time and talking to friends who also don’t sleep at night. But I do get the recommended eight hours of rest between 4 am and noon.

She also says to quit being so hot-tempered. Can everyone sense that I’ve got a foul temper? :/ It isn’t that obvious, is it?

Outlook for the rest of the year: mediocre.

Thanks, God. I’ll take mediocre over terrible any day. Starting off on my mediocre year, I didn’t get hired. :B I was nowhere as close to being hired as I was on Monday as I am here on Thursday (I guess, Friday now) so it’s all good.

Speaking of higher beings, Legion was a terrible movie. The guy’s name was Jeep. You know I laughed through it and had a fantastic time nonetheless :B

Nooo, actually, the blisters on my feet came from my stomping around in North Hollywood trying to get to an interview. But I’m walking around like I’m in preparation for a one-person zombie walkathon. Haha, and here I was actually thinking that my calves are already for another beating from the 30 day shred. Nope. I can barely stand.

The interview didn’t go too badly, but I think one of the interviewers was afraid because I lived so far away. . . . Hopefully, the fact that I showed a half hour early said something about my being punctual. I don’t mind the long commute. I will be there on time. Trains don’t get stuck in traffic jams. The trip to John’s house is even longer. I don’t think the rest of the interview went too poorly though. One of the interviewers was really nice and talked a lot, while the other couldn’t really grasp the distance from my house to the studio (IT ISN’T THAT BAD). I just wanted to shake him and say, “trust me. I know what I’m doing.” I’m here treating blisters on my feet. I don’t mind doing this if you let me have the job.

I really want this job :x Cross your fingers for me, ks?