A taste of culture for you.

I'm reading Jane Eyre yet again--GREAT BOOK--and, like the good little college graduate that I am, I chose to actually read the introduction rather than skip it. (I know. I've come so far in the world.) I loved this quote from one of Charlotte Bronte's journal entries, written while she was a teacher in 1836:

"Am I to spend all the best part of my life in this wretched bondage, forcibly suppressing my rage at the idleness, the apathy, and the hyperbolical and most asinine stupidity of these fat-headed oafs, and on compulsion assuming an air of kindness, patience and assiduity?"


I have a feeling Charlotte and I would have gotten along fairly well together....

On a side note, I think I'm going to use "fat-headed oaf" as an insult for everyone from here on out.

That's all for this week's Author Spotlight. :-)

Anyone who has been around me for the past month or so (which isn't a lot of people, seeing as how I've somehow been even more of a social recluse than usual) has no doubt noticed that I have been going through a "quarter-life crisis". My room-mate Taren even went out and bought a book with that title! Perfect. Maybe I should read it. :-)

Anyway, my apologies for being a whiney person who is constantly freaking out and yelling, "I'M ACCOMPLISHING NOTHING WITH MY LIFE!" while breathing frantically into a paper bag. Don't let it scare you away. I will figure things out soon. *Twitch*

Well, I shall leave you with my theme song, Jamie Cullum's "Twentysomething". I love it.

WORK

Thoughts about my break from the music-related work force:

Last year, after I got my BS in Music, (and, yes, it is possible to get a Bachelor's of Science in music, thanks) I decided to take a hiatus from music jobs. My whole life had been music for the past few years, and I was ready to get a job that didn't involve a lot of "creative" people. I didn't want to deal with "those" types anymore. I also wanted to have a normal, full-time job that I could go to for eight hours and leave.

Well, here I am working customer service, and I can't wait to go back to music. Ha ha ha. I miss it so much!! I don't see how people can handle doing this type of work (customer service) as a career! It's so monotonous!!! Every day, I spend 8 hours answering the same questions over and over again. There's no progress or sign that this job will ever end. I NEED THAT. I need to have something to look forward to...like a summer. I need to feel like my job is worth something, not just a stupid voice over the phone to answer the same idiotic questions over and over until I have an aneurysm.

Uh oh. Does this mean I'm going to be a teacher after all? Hmmmmmm....

Cruel world!!!

Today is free ice cream cone day at Ben and Jerry's, and I am lamenting the fact that there is no longer a Ben and Jerry's close-by. *Sniff, sniff*

OH THE HUMANITY!!!!

It's times like this that make me ponder deep questions:

1) Is it worth driving a couple of hours for a free ice cream cone?

2) Will they give me something that will satisfy my chocolate lust, without putting me into a sugary coma?

So many dilemmas in my life...

Moses, Moses, Moses

I saw a movie gem on Saturday night. All of you Val Kilmer fans should be prepared to feast your eyes upon:



HA HA HA HA HA.

Oh my goodness. This was terribly hilarious! One of my friends found it in the $4 movie bin and just couldn't resist.

That's all I'm going to say. I'll leave it up to you to imagine how horrible a stage musical staring Val Kilmer can possibly be.

Oh, and by the way, don't be fooled by the "family approved" seal on the cover. The whole choreographed Children of Israel orgy ain't so family friendly. That's all I'm saying.

One more thing: Val Kilmer IS Moses.

*Sigh*

Update on Spring: She's getting a little better. Thanks for all of your support! If you want to send any "Get Well Soon" gifts to Spring, just send them to me and I'll make sure she gets them. *Shifty eyes*

I watched Australia with my mom last night. I know a lot of people didn't like this movie, but I don't care! I love it. I love that it's deliberately over the top. I love the "old Hollywood" feel. I love that Hugh Jackman is a beautiful, beautiful man.

Yeah, I said it. You all know that's why you watched the movie, friends. (Yes, even you men can't deny that Hugh is a hunk.)

Hats off to you, Australia.




Oh, why not show another picture? *Jules gets all giggly inside*



Mwah.

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I apologize for not having a picture of this, but I'll just let you lovely readers imagine this.

I woke up this morning to find 8 blasted inches of snow on the ground. This did not help me with my "I-don't-want-to-go-to-work-today" attitude, especially since the snow had knocked over a tree in my yard--right over the walkway. Great. So, that meant I had to jump over it and trudge through the deepest parts of the snow. Hurdle #1 complete. Next I had to battle with another snow-laden tree that was covering the gate. Hurdle #2 complete. We'll just count my car as a big Hurdle #3, what with prying open the frozen-shut door, then scraping off the foot of snow.

Twenty minutes later I made it out of my driveway. What a lovely way to start the day.

It's $#@*#!@^&%$#%^@#$ April the 16th! *Jules mutters some more not-so-nice words under her breath.*

Moral of the story: Winter never ends. Sometimes Old Man Winter lets Delicate Spring come out for a while, but only so he can bludgeon her mercilessly, laughing all the while.

Homework: I want all of you to hold a candlelight vigil for Spring. She's currently in critical condition, and we all need to pray that she'll recover from the terrible beating she received this morning.



Hold on, Spring. Hold on.

On another note....

Oh. By the way, I turned 23 last week. *Confetti!*



Being 23 feels about the same as being 22, just in case you were wondering.

I'm am still accepting lavish birthday praises and gifts, just in case you were wondering. (Shameless self-promotion.)

That is all.

Sincerely,

Jules

Bananas

Mwhahahaha. I can now blog at work.... Excellent. :-)

Deep thought for the day:

I've decided that buying food for one person can be a very stressful endeavor. There's too much pressure! I can't get through the perishable foods fast enough!

*Jules puts her head in her hands and begins crying hysterically.*

Excuse me for one moment....

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

Alright, I'm better now. Seriously, though, something must be done about the banana situation.

Bananas have a very small window of opportunity. I only like them when they're still yellow-green in color, just barely ripe. Like this:



Good bananas! The problem is that they only stay that way for about two days, and then they start getting those indecent brown spots. BLECH. I just can't bring myself to eat them once they get all mushy, so I have to wait for them to turn completely black and squishy beyond all reason. Then I make banana bread! Then I eat the whole loaf of banana bread by myself. This makes my love handles grow, thus ensuring that I will continue to be an old maid....

And I will still have to deal with the pressure of buying food for one person.

IS THERE NO JUSTICE IN THE WORLD?! There must be a better banana-buying system.

Moral of the story: Bananas perpetuate the hermit cycle. Think about it.

Homework for all of you: Make the world a better place by developing a better banana system. The Hermit Association (HA) will appreciate your comments. (Though, the association will probably crush your ideas because HA is in favor of creating a world full of hermits....)

My own personal purgatory....

I just want all of you to imagine this scene with me.

Jules sits alone on the floor of a dark and damp cave. There is a heavy silence in the air, broken only by an ominous dripping noise, most likely coming from a drooling and vicious monster lurking in one of the dark corners. (But I digress.)

Suddenly, the heavy silence is broken by a loud ringing noise. Jules jumps from her spot on the frigid stone floor. She frantically searches for the source of the ringing, desperate to make it stop. Soon she realizes that the sound is coming from a telephone near her feet. Slightly hesitant, she picks up the phone.

"H-Hello?" she croaks.

The person on the other end is an elderly woman who speaks very slowly. "Hi. I...need...to...ask...you...a...question...about...scrap-booking."

The awful truth dawns on Jules: She is stuck in her own personal hell, doomed to answer telephone calls from crazy scrap-booking ladies forever.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" she screams.

Satan appears from one of the dark corners, holding a clipboard and shaking his head. "Tsk, tsk. That is not going to reflect well on your call evaluation."


Maybe I need to get another job....

Killjoy!

Dear Spring,

Stop playing with my emotions. I want this:



Not this:



Got it? Stop teasing me!

Yours Truly,

Jules