after one long season of waiting

After yesterday, I'm surprised that there aren't more Potter spoilers on my friendslist. It's a shame, since most everyone has already run away... there might as well be like, macros or something. (It's not that I don't care about spoilers, but I'm pretty sure I know the big things that are going to happen... for me it's more a matter of how they're written.)

But, I suppose today pretty much begins my internet hiatus for the weekend, not because of spoilers but because of honest-to-(thank)goodness-busy. I'm out all day today at an interview and then the Decemberists concert (basically I'm just gonna waste time downtown in between, because I haven't done that in a while). And tomorrow I leave for The Wedding. I might peek in a bit here and there, but it's unlikely. So... I shall see you all on Sunday night, or Monday. If you're bored, you're welcome to call.

So, the interview went kind of badly, and I kind of spent most of the rest of the evening moping... so I'm trying not to do any more of that right now. I'll just say that the guy interviewing me was a bit awkward, and spent a good part of the interview expressing his disinterest in me. So yeah. Not fun. And I officially hate my job search. I'm probably not the only academic type ever to have trouble adjusting to the working world, nor will I be the last, but eesh. There's got to be a haven of people who haven't been completely corrupted, who'd be willing to take the poor wanderers in.

In other news, tonight I had to finally figure out how to use the gas stove without dying (I've been around electric ones forever, and gas ones scare me on a very basic level because of my fear of leaving it on and blowing up). I got it lit... it went out... I got it lit again... I couldn't turn it down... the knob came off, it went out, I got it lit again... and finally convinced it that it did indeed have something like a low setting. Fun for everyone. But now I have my rice with surprise bits of fish in it and (provided the surprise about the fish isn't that it's undercooked) will be able to survive another day.

I also have a rather formidable pile of books that I brought back from the library. Mark Z. Danielewski's new(ish) book (Only Revolutions), books by David Mitchell (Ghostwritten) and Michael Chabon (Wonder Boys) because I've been meaning to read more by them since last spring quarter, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, because someone recommended it to me a while ago, and a random Battlestar Galactica novel I ran across on the new books shelf just below Only Revolutions... I figured it was fate, and obviously I'm meant to poke my nose back into officially sanctioned spin-off fiction (even if the title is "Sagittarius is Bleeding" and that seems to me like an awful title).

So, I am about halfway through my packing. All I have left is stuff I use on a regular basis, and since I'm not moving out until Sunday... that pretty much can't be packed. It's a very weird feeling. I've returned people's movies, and random sandals, and cutlery. It was so weird/sad to dismantle my half of our epic action figure display... especially just after having sorted through my prints from my photo class. All in all, though, I've managed to avoid the attack of nostalgia I usually face while packing. Probably because I've been using the time I usually use to re-read my notebooks to figure out which box to put them in. Aaand I think the nostalgia will hit me once I realize I'm moving out of here for good, and my lovely, lovely Dewey House of this year is gone, blown apart by the cruel winds of fate (it'd kind of break the metaphor if I'd left "windows" there like I'd originally typed). But at least a good part of the house is going to be around for the summer. So whenever there's a lull in my slow torture and death in the working world, I'll be able to visit or something.

I actually have four whole leads on sublets. But I'm going to have to wait until Saturday to even see two of them. One of them is up by Loyola, which is out of the way in the complete opposite direction from Hyde Park, but it's new to me, so... I'm giving it a fair amount of thought. Though it's up mid-August, which would leave me in a tight position for moving again. We'll see, we'll see. Since I'm hopeful, I'm actually going to restaurant-hop downtown this afternoon and see if I can find a waitressing job.

My breakfast today was bell peppers. I'm probably going to regret that, but my fridge is mostly bare and I'm certainly not going to try to restock it.