Life and Times of AlieMalie

Got the job. While it makes me happy in a way, I know that at the moment, it’s just a means to an end. I’m still going to and fro regarding my life at the moment.

Not a whole lot to write about at the moment, my mind is elsewhere. Terribly sorry. Anyway, instead of reading about a whole lot of nothing, I highly suggest you check out this link. I want to learn how to do that next, god only knows I have enough freaking photos to work with. Isn’t it cool? And no, I’m not going to tell you what it is, you’ll have to go see for yourself.

I’m depressed and I’m fully aware of it. I don’t want to be here, but I am. I miss my boing tremendously. Oh, and if you don’t know what my boing is, it’s my inner energy and self confidence and blah blah blah, it’s my drive, I suppose you could say. It’s what makes me happy from the inside out. It’s also an inside joke that has just sort of evolved. Anyway, my boing has been MIA in the past couple of days, just up and walked off. I had it Friday morning and into the early afternoon and then, BAM, it was gone. Replaced by some alcohol in the true I’m-in-my-early-20’s fashion, but it never reappeared on Saturday. In fact, Saturday was the hamburger shredding contemplation. For everyone. You could’ve brought me roses and chocolates or given me an all expense paid trip to Europe and I would have snarled at you most likely. Or told you that you looked like a moron because your shoes were brown while your belt was black. Or something. Well, I might not have snarled if you came bearing a trip to Europe, so I take that back, but that’s about the only thing you could’ve placated me with. Really. I have no idea what happened. Sunday was pretty much the same. And then I was with a friend when she got some bad news so we were totally pissy together. Not good. Two pissy girls on a small road trip? In the middle of the hill country? It’s a surprise one of us didn’t kill the other and dump them in the creek.

Did I just say that?

Anyway, today was the same. Aside from the submitting of my application, today sucked. The sun has up and left for some cooler climes. I think the sun is a winter Texan ’cause he was here all winter and then as soon as it starts heating up, he heads towards the Great White North. Or so I hear. And to think, he could solve this problem by not making Texas so hot. Or he could send a death ray to some politician who thinks that Global Warming isn’t real and the data saying it IS real should be manipulated. But I didn’t say that either. And you didn’t read it. wink wink.

But, I suppose things did start looking up. When my power went out, I decided to trek up to my nearest coffee house – which shall go unnamed because I think I might be badgered about it – but it was nice to sit and read my book. I would’ve stayed home but the weather was mirroring my mood and it was nearly dark outside even though it was only about 4 in the afternoon or so. When I got home this evening, I felt like bonding with my camera again. I haven’t really used Benedict since I came home and I felt like I should. Plus, the light outside was starting to have that post major storm glow to it as the sun was setting. I love how everything seems so clean after a thunderstorm and when the light makes everything glow, wow, that’s just fantastic. So I was walking around my yard and up and down my street when I happened to notice this little large butterfly drying out his wings in my garden. I thought he might be dead at first because he was stone still but after a while, it was obvious that he was just hanging out. I took the opportunity to chill out with him for a bit and he was kind enough to pose. Some of the shots turned out to be wonderful, if I do say so myself, so without further ado, here’s MB.

I submitted my application to be a substitute teacher this morning. When I arrived home from Europe and realised I’d only be in town for a couple of months before leaving again, I tried to think of a job where the schedule would be flexible and they wouldn’t mind if I took off for three or four weeks. Then it hit me: I’m pretty good with kids, I’ve nannied and tutored for years and I’m still pondering the possibility of moving to teach in France. What better way to find out if I’m cut out for that kind of work – which would have a minimum stay of at least a year – than to dip my toes in at home and see if it’s my cup of tea? And it pays and it’s super flexible. So not only does this meet my stipulations of flexibility and, well, of course, payment – and it’s actually better than I was expecting – it has the added bonus of giving me a taste of what might be in store. According to the woman I spoke with this morning, I’ll probably start getting calls by the end of this week.

That is, of course, if my criminal background check comes back clean. haha. Do speeding tickets count? ‘Cause if they do, I’m screwed.

Should be an interesting experience.

I don’t know if it’s the post trip blahs, the post too-much-fun-this-weekend funk or some out of whack hormones, but as of late, nearly anything and anyone in my way has been pretty much shredded to hamburger. I simply can’t find my AM groove.

Though being called a walking encyclopaedia did make my head swell a little bit. What a compliment. That was kinda nice.