Name: Delores Defacto
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Okay. Since it's been long since I decided that I should update my blog with, yet another, random list of things, I will do so today. Again, there's not a whole lot going on and this is the easiest way to make an entry. Here goes:
-- I'm still pondering going out tonight for the Barbs Reunion.
-- It sucks that it costs, at last visit to the gas station, $37 to fill up my tank.
-- I have a couple of writing contests that I want to enter but, alas, that costs money as well. Didn't someone say at one time, to not bother paying for such thing anyway?
-- I'm still working my way through the wonderful world of Coetzee by keeping Diary of a Bad Year instead of returning it the the library. I've had it since March I think.
-- I finished Out Stealing Horses this week though. It was one of those that, after reading the last line, I shut the book and muttered, "F&*$, that's good." My professor was adamant on this one and I didn't want to be so easily swayed by opinion but, alas, he was right.
-- I got caught up with Fran on The Tudors. Good Lord, those guys were some evil bastards. I had nightmares about the last episode we saw that showed the torture and beheading spree.
-- I am prepared to tape all three hours of Lost this Thursday. We have extra footage, plus the two hour season finale to discuss later on. Right now I'm betting that the last episode will be about Claire. We also discussed that maybe the island brought Christian Shephard back to life and that the freighter will blow up because Sun and Aaron are the only ones of the Oceanic Six who aren't in the room with the explosives. Now, as to who the other two people are supposedly survived the crash but later died, had better be freaking explaining because that's driving me up a wall (as is everything else on this show.)
-- I am not getting my tax refund bonus money until this month because apparently since I had the processing fees with TurboTax taken out before my refund was deposited. I don't get why this extra cash can't be sent electronically as well but, eh, at least they're sending me something (although, I think I count as the poorest of the poor and will only get the minimum amount.)
-- I need, and do not currently have money for: Frontline for the cat, my allergy pills, money for my insurance and going out cash. Seems though the insurance money will obviously have to come first and everything else will just have to wait.
-- I found my Ophelia painting from my old office and I tacked it up in my bedroom, since my walls are so bare. But then I got all antsy about staring at the damn thing at night and worrying about if it was even (since I have no frame to put it in right now) so I got on a chair and tacked it up in the hallway instead. That poster has been through a hundred attempts at staying up on a wall. It has rips and folds and holes punched in it on all corners. I remember when one of my seniors first saw that hanging in my office he said, "Wow, Miss. That painting is...uh...pretty intense." After I explained who she was, I think he was a little more at ease with my artistic tastes in office decor.
-- I took this picture of my desk after I got done with my cleaning spree. I have a lamp that actually puts out some light (for only $5) and a small stack of papers and items listed to be dealt with in the near future. By the way, the little notepaper reads, "To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." Ralph Waldo Emerson. I found that when I was cleaning the desk up. Now I'm using it for my current work theme. I love Emerson.
-- I was ready to throw said lamp out the window last week when IE 7 kept crashing. Sure, crash recovery is fine, but crashing all the time for no apparent reason is not. I did some Windows updates, ran a couple of free virus and spyware detectors, plus removed the Share This button on my toolbar. I didn't have this problem before I added the button and my spyware mentioned a problem with my toolbar so...
And that's about it. Nothing else going on really. I have my little routine around here that keeps my mind occupied as I keep trying to find work, write my stories, get some cash, get some new books, get back to getting back I guess you could say.
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I finally got accepted for publication!
After going through the voting process for the school's lit journal, I received a preliminary list of those submissions that were voted on; mine was not. However, the editor in chief said that we could suggest two more that weren't on the list and, of course, I voted for myself again. (I'm starting to feel like a band geek who wants to be prom queen.) What got me the most was not only did no one, out of the eight on the editors panel, aside from myself even cared about the five stories that I wrote, but they chose the hackneyed potty humor or the overly sympathetic memoirs over my work that I've always tried to have as actual literature. (I never even wanted to go the chick lit route.)
But the editor in chief, today, said that one of my stories that I had suggested, was on the borderline (whatever that means) so she would put it in this coming edition. I had chosen two stories, on my last vote, that were the ones I was most satisfied and proud of myself after finishing. The one they picked was the one that was a "risk" (as my professor would say) so maybe he had a hand in that selection. Whatever the reason, I'm glad I got my work put to some public use, just as I always wanted it to.
It's a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. I'm not going to let the fact that it's a small college's literary journal that I "work" for, stamp out my enthusiasm from finally having what I want of my future, to come a little closer to my present.
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Good Lord, this has been forever since I've written an update. Oh well, as I said last time, there's nothing that poignant or relatively memorable to mention lately.
I finished up my submissions and editing and judging on submissions duties for my school's lit magazine. I have a handful of stories I sent in (yes, I voted for myself) and a couple of book reviews. Even if one story gets added to this Spring/Summer edition, that will be one small step for my writing kind. At least I got everything done for the magazine that I said I would. There's, of course, the matter of my actual classes though and I haven't quite put everything together yet. But at least financial aid finally came through with my tuition money so I'm not longer getting late payment notices in the mail.
Still no work but I keep sending out the silly resumes. I read on Orlando Jobs that a lot of people are doing the same thing I'm doing and posting their resumes to every online job site they come across and it's not working. While it's not good news to know that all this pointless effort has been exerted for months now, it is nice to know that I'm not the only one out here who is getting sick and tired of getting scam replies, or no replies at all.
But with this time on my hands I've been reading and working and trying my hardest to just get caught up on all the things I want to do with my time. Cleaning has been one of my main objectives as well. It's sad that, honestly, not having to have your life wasted day by day, working for someone else, worrying about someone else's meaningless rules and guidelines, and having your life for yourself isn't as easy as it really should be. Hopefully once I have my degree in, I can work for some online colleges as well as adjunct for the local community colleges and then I'll at least be working in my desired field. While the idea of having a job that lacks a lot of responsibility, like a secretary, does sound awfully nice, I probably would, as most people say they do, get bored with it really quick. But, again, all of this time of running around, having complete freedom to do what I want; I can see why people opt for being poor and true to themselves, or, hell, marrying for money, just so they can stay home and only worry about themselves from 9-5. Too bad we have to rely on someone else to hand us over some cash every two weeks, otherwise we'd all be a hell of a lot happier.
Anyway, the brush fires, and the wind, and the high pollen count and the fact that it's now sping time, are all making my allergies kick into high gear. I've had that gross, sicky head and stomach feeling all day because of all of this stuff in the air.
My parents are on their way back from Ohio so I'm sure coming through the state will be oodles of fun since the traffic was, last time I watched the news, at a parking lot stand-still in some places. Very nice. I can't wait for my parents to get back. I am totally ready for an excuse to buy a belated Mother's Day cake. Those two mini cupcakes I had earlier just didn't cut it (but I'm sure they helped my stomach, huh?)
And while I'm at it, I'll mention that Lost has been really good and I'm liking the two theories that either Jacob is related to everyone on the island, or is just the manifestation of whoever goes into the cabin (meaning "Jacob" tells them what they already know or want to hear.) I'm going to cry this week, I've already decided. After seeing the trailer where the plane door opens to see people waiting for them at home; you know they're going to have all that dramatic music and will make it as emotional as possible. I love that show! Now that Charlie is dead or whatever (I'm still waiting for him to come swimming to shore one of these days), I've thrown all of my love and devotion to Locke as my favorite character (for many different reasons, of course.) But, nonetheless, I still can't get that image of Jack without a scar, running around in a towel with his matador physic. Television just doesn't get any better than that.
Speaking of which, I have to mention the two new discoveries for the Brit Guy collection: Jonas Armstrong, (good name, by the way), who is the new Robin Hood (where has he been these past two years; I've just now seen the ads, and the show, on BBC America) and Ben Barnes (another good name), who is Prince Caspian (I didn't think he was that great looking at first and was actually kinda disappointed that they chose him, but after seeing him on an interview, I totally changed my mind.)
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