further evidence that i think God likes to laugh at me

k, so i've got an interview at Starbucks tomorrow and wanted to make a good impression, so i went n bought some hair dye so that I don't look like a crackhead that's been in the sun too long anymore.

On the way home, we see water gushing from the yard of some people a couple houses down. no big deal, sprinkler probably broke, right? ...wrong.

I get home, water the flowers to make sure it's not a water main busted or anything- cuz that would be just ridiculous.

proceed inside to begin the hair coloring process- it has to be dry to dye it, so i figured i'd just take my shower when i rinsed it out.

wrong again.

after the appropriate 25 minutes elapsed, i get nekkid and turn on the shower... to discover we have NO WATER. none. at all. a lonely drip plummetted the shower head, as i said "...you've GOT to be kidding me."

i try all the showers and sinks in the house. zilch.

i go outside to the water hose that, an hour ago, had been working perfectly. nuh uh.

there are bright worklights up the street- apparently, they've completely shut the water off on our street and possibly the whole neighborhood so they could fix the problem. thanks for the notification, city of houston!

i go inside- laughing quite hard, cuz there really isn't anything else to do at this point. my dear mother doesn't see why i'm laughing so hard- if i leave it on for much longer my hair will shrivel and die and i'll end up looking like a chemo baby- (shoutout to matt and lucky! :D) so what does she do? she, being the resourceful woman she is, thinks of the only place we've got a good amount of water stored- THE TOILET.

long story short... i used toilet water to rinse my hair out in order to keep it from falling out.

toilet water. on my hair. all over my head, neck... and face. mmmmmm mmm mm.

(we used the tank water- not from the germy bowl- makes it a liiiiittle less disgusting)

i'm beginning to think someone up there has it out for me, with all the ridiculous crap i've dealt with thus far. 

I'm going to go find some leave-in conditioner... let's hope the water gets turned back on so i can shower before my interview tomorrow. ....this is just ridic. 

F. M. L.

javajavajavajavajavaaaa

so starbucks called me back this morning, and i got an interview with them on sunday at 2. woo! it'll be like, 1/3 of the pay that fajita willie's would... but i'll go home smelling like coffee instead of fajitas and booze, and that's a big plus.

on another note, this whole situation? fucking ridiculous. i want out. :)

employment.

i got a job! wooo! 

at Fajita Willie's. yes, it's not exactly my first choice- but no one else would even give me an interview. and maybe after 6 months there i can go work at a nice restaurant and start bankin. 

as it is, the manager (Rick?) said that $300/wk for 5 shifts is doable- but only if i work my ass off. he used "hustle" a lot. he talked to me like my dad, which kindof got on my nerves... but hey, the man wants to hire me. so i guess i'll take it.

meanwhile, i'm thinking- what if i go to CUNY Hunter after a year or so here? tuition is triple what im paying at community college, but maybe we'll have more money by then. or maybe i can get some scholarships, or maybe the FAFSA gods will have mercy on me for having a disabled mother and unemployed father, and not look at his previous 5 years of paychecks... ugh. we seriously got screwed for money. 

**note to self- always, always, always keep a savings going. this poor shit isn't nearly as much fun as starving artists make it look- especialy when you're trying to set up a house. and maybe mom will have married herself off by then and moved to california. here's hopin'.

don't ya just hate it when you can't tell if someone thats into you a litle and you're into them is sincere? i'm dealing with that. right now. 2 people, actually- but mainly this guy that was working front desk at a hotel we stayed- he's supafine. 26. but... i just can't take him seriously? i dunno. i guess i need to go out with him and see what happens.

ima go play farkle, i'm up too late.

i need a job.

Ugh.

i have a headache. haven't gotten anything accomplished all day- literally. rolled out of bed at 5 to make food and get a shower, and now i'm back in bed.

I wanna do something other than this i'm feeling very... dissatisfied.

what if i could go to school in hawaii? or california? or new york?

i need to remind myself that i just need to sit still for a little while. all those people who say "you can do anything you want" obviously were never this flat broke. well... most of em. they certainly didnt say it WHEN they were broke anyway.

i wish someone would call me back about a job!

i need to sleep i guess. ...again.

tomorrow's another day- maybe we'll actually get something accomplished.

"To whom much is given, much is expected."

Rev. Kenny Mills said that to me last night- and i don't really know specifically what he was referring to- i guess it applies to a lot in my life, but... i dunno.

He coud be talking about the whole situation with my mom and taking care of her... but what if he's picking up on some like, spiritual thing that i haven't really picked up on- or maybe i've picked up on it and have just been ignoring it for the past few years?

what i mean is... am i suposed to be a worship pastor?

i've had a few people tell me they think i am. people that don't know me, but are all spiritually in tune n stuff. it's just, i've been lax the past few years, to say the least, with my relationship with God... and i would feel like a hypocrite- specifically because there are a few things that i don't agree with when it gets down to church politics- not the main stuff like God n Jesus, but the less important things- i just hate to see churches divided because of disagreements over interpretations of a book. The Bible was the law of the land- at the time. too many people in high positions of power take it out of context and use it to their advantage. like aubrey said, the bible is meant to uplift people, not hurt them- give them a model of a perfect person, Jesus christ, so that we could have something to strive to be like- and ultimately and certainly fall short.

i dunno where i'm going with this. i need to be a better person. i need to tune in to my spiritual side, see if i'm meant for something more than i thought. or different. or... i dunno. i just hate it when God gets under my skin! he doesn't let you ignore him, unfortunately. maybe i'll start looking for church job openings- if it's meant to be, it'll happen.

OMG MT WTF BBQ

MT majors, listen up.

quit being a douchebag. 

refrain from keeping your headshot posted as your profile picture for way too long after they're "new". 3 weeks max. then, please alternate with normal pictures.

do not look down your nose at me because i'm not part of your "club" for not majoring in MT. I am just as, if not more qualified to be in the position you are in- but i've chosen to do otherwise with my major, for my own reasons- so don't assume i can't hack it.

please, for the love of GOD, do not sing Jason Robert Brown unless you can tear that shit up. same goes for anything Belt-y. or just.... just don't sing unless you don't suck- by other people's standards, not your own. if you are mediocre, you will be a waiter forever. so quit now. 

do not wear your character shoes in public, by "accident" because they were the "closest thing to the door" or something. bullshit. you have other shoes. wear them.

before auditions, please don't try to make yourself look superior by "quietly" practicing in the corner loud enough to where other people can hear your 16 bars of "Stars and the Moon" over and over. No one wants to hear that shit.

quit time-stepping while having conversations with people. we get it. you're in tap. now stoppit.

no, i do not want to hear a line from one of your monologues thrown in to regular conversation. nor do i want to hear too many references to songs- specifically, if i hear "let's start at the very beginning- i hear it's a very good place to start" one more time, i will choke you.

learn more songs on the piano than those 4 that you know. please.

most of all though, please just take yourself off of your pedestal and realize that just because you get to pursue your passion does not mean that people want to hear about it, or should bow to you because of it. you are not secretly superior because you have some sort of talent. so quit acting like it.

i guess i could just wait til after you're all out of college to let you realize these things yourself. but i wanted to vent. mainly because i saw on my facebook news feed, practically the entire page was filled with names that had headshots next to them. albeit, very attractive ones, it just made me die a little. 

...maybe i just need to get my own headshots. alas, poverty strikes again.

**side note- kate, if you read this- i fully support you being an mt major. because you're actually legit talented. but.. you know the people i'm talking about. gotta love ocu. *headdesk*