http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto Thu, 12 Nov 2009 00:45 EST Thu, 12 Nov 2009 00:45 EST Zorpia.com http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1927672 <p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mike-burns/1338942624/"><img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/1338942624_5c6ddb16aa.jpg"></a> </p> <p>In my last post I forgot to mention how I realized that work is a lot like school.&nbsp; This doesn’t seem like much of an analogy, but when I was in school I wanted to spend my time daydreaming, writing, anything else that <em>I </em>wanted to do.&nbsp; I never could get into the mindset of just doing what I was supposed to be doing, just because someone said I should.&nbsp; Granted, I’ve grown up now and I understand to be thankful for my employment and keep myself enjoying where I am.&nbsp; But wanting to shut out the situation and delve in my little dream world of writing and books and stories and my journal (now my blog;&nbsp; hence the Twittering from my phone during the day), that’s still something I consider.&nbsp; So, it occurred to me, on Friday, that it was just how I felt in school.&nbsp; I didn’t want to learn math, I didn’t want to talk to people there, I just wanted to be in my own little dream world.&nbsp; I’m glad I have come out of that shell in many ways, but still, the world of what’s important to me is the best place.&nbsp; At least there’s stuff going on there rather than just the sounds of a Xerox machine going and an occasional phone ringing in the distance.&nbsp; Yeah, it’s <em>that</em> quiet in there.&nbsp; Thank God for iTunes.</p> <p>Sitting here with my coffee on Wednesday, listening to church on television.&nbsp; This always helps me get motivated for the morning.&nbsp; The whole message is about not complaining about your situation because you’re lucky to have what you have.&nbsp; I understand.&nbsp; I want to complain about worrying about how boring work could be if I don’t have anymore work to do today.&nbsp; Sitting there for 8 and 1/2 hours without anything to do is torture.&nbsp; Yes, there are podcasts, but trying to keep a positive attitude that I have work is the only way to get through it.&nbsp; It’s funny;&nbsp; I went through so much stress as a teacher, now I have no stress at all.&nbsp; No stress must make me nuts;&nbsp; that’s no kind of way to be.</p> <p>I really am wondering if working is just not for me.&nbsp; I mean, to be out of the house so much.&nbsp; I just like being at home.&nbsp; I can busy myself with so many things around.&nbsp; I understand the need for money but, yeah, I’d rather do what I want to do.&nbsp; That was always the case with me.&nbsp; Too bad I gave up on being a full time writer.&nbsp; I could stay home for that and have a job I liked.&nbsp; Anyway, no complaining.&nbsp; I’ll think up stories while I’m at work today.</p> <p>It’s Sunday but I have tomorrow off as well.&nbsp; It took me all of Saturday to get rested.&nbsp; I was in no mental state for blog writing.&nbsp; There was no interest in anything; shopping, video games, television, library classes, blogging…none of it.&nbsp; Now the morning is quite quiet and I’m finishing up my coconut coffee;&nbsp; have to go back to Target and get more of this stuff.&nbsp; </p> <p>I’m disappointed in my weight loss project.&nbsp; Since I started working I’ve not exercised as much as usual.&nbsp; After I talk to my mister in the evenings, it’s already after 7PM.&nbsp; A lot of times there have been neighborhood muscle men in the gym, hogging up the whole place with their routines.&nbsp; If I wait a little longer, I can get in there to do what I want, but it’s a creepy feeling to be alone in an apartment lobby after dark.&nbsp; So since I’ve not been as active as I was when I wasn’t working and had the day to get myself exercised and eat very little meals all day, I’ve not lost an ounce.&nbsp; I’ve followed my Weight Watchers plan as usual but still, I’ve not budged.&nbsp; Very annoying and extremely disappointing.&nbsp; At least the work is only temporary so if there’s any positives about being unemployed, it’s that I can get control of my weight easier.&nbsp; </p> <p>Work picked up this week too though, which I was grateful for.&nbsp; On Friday I was running the show for a bit, then had to help someone with something all day.&nbsp; As long as I have things to do, keep myself busy and the day goes by at a quick pace, I’m fine.&nbsp; But without having some kind of work to be done, I feel like I’ll go mad with boredom.&nbsp; I thought about, the other day, how it was all in my attitude;&nbsp; I was stressed to the max as a teacher and now I have no stress.&nbsp; I need to be grateful for that and just get on with it.&nbsp; It’s just when forced to sit and do nothing comes along, when I can’t read or write or sleep or play online, that’s when I go crazy.&nbsp; It’s a panicky feeling I get when I walk into work, knowing I’ll be bored all day.&nbsp; Again, it was the same feeling I had as a high school girl.&nbsp; Hated just having to sit there, not doing the things I wanted to do.&nbsp; That’s why I always wanted to go to the library so I’d have privacy to read and write and be left alone.&nbsp; I don’t mind being out of the house and having a schedule.&nbsp; I just want to spend my days doing what I want to do with my life.&nbsp; Sure, that sounds immature maybe, but I’ve just not found the job that I love.&nbsp; I really like the job I have now, I honestly do.&nbsp; But on the days when there’s nothing to do, I want to run from the building screaming.&nbsp; I even fantasize about driving away, just because I can.&nbsp; </p> <p>I have an update on my lovely new, used Blackberry Curve as well.&nbsp; So I bought new housing for it, again, so now it’s a nice, pearly pink.&nbsp; However, the keyboard that came with it had the keys in the wrong place, so like V and W were switched, A and Q as well.&nbsp; Plus, the backing to the silly thing wasn’t even functional.&nbsp; Nothing to connect to the battery to make it connect to the phone’s motherboard.&nbsp; What a dodgy thing!&nbsp; So I complained to the seller, and, luckily, had parts to replace the bad parts with.&nbsp; Now it seems to be fine, so hopefully I won’t be fighting with it anymore.&nbsp; I want an iPhone though.&nbsp; I’ve started dreaming about one and all its apps.&nbsp; While I’m working, I need to get one, that’s all there is to it.</p> <p>I also have to start laptop shopping.&nbsp; I’ll need one by December.</p> <p>But with all of that said, I’ve finally ordered my <a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/iphone-3gs/">iPhone 3GS</a> so I’m happy.&nbsp; I got it straight from the Apple store.&nbsp; Nothing dodgy from Ebay.&nbsp; It will take a few days to get here and then I’m ready to play.&nbsp; I’m <em>so</em> excited.&nbsp; I’ll have to sell old, new Curve though.&nbsp; Meh, at least with all the extra housing I have for it, it should get some of what I paid for it.&nbsp; </p> <p>Is it right to love gadgets this much?</p> <p>Now it’s late on Saturday night and it’s time to post this entry.&nbsp; I’ve not gone to the gym, though I though I would tonight.&nbsp; A nap ended up being more desirable.&nbsp; Oh well, there’s always the whole rest of the week to go down there for 40 minutes and gain a few extra food points for the week.&nbsp; Weight Watchers really is a handy plan.&nbsp; Oh and, duh.&nbsp; I <em>did</em> lose a pound this week.&nbsp; Hooray!</p> <p>The money’s been taken out for my iPhone, so it will be here this week.&nbsp; The housing that was all messed up from my Curve was offered to be returned for a refund.&nbsp; I’ll take the seller up on that.&nbsp; Then I can sell the actual phone out, after I get my iPhone.&nbsp; I’ve had nothing but problems with that Curve (not the actual functioning of it;&nbsp; just my tinkering with it never worked out) so I’ll be glad to take some money for it and send it elsewhere.</p> <p>I’m glad to have another day to hang about the place and relax.&nbsp; Tomorrow I’ll go to Wal-Mart with Mom, then come home, go to the gym, then check my library classes for what assignments I need to do.&nbsp; I had planned on trying to get my teacher classes done, but I’m going to drop those too.&nbsp; The library classes are just way too much, now that I see the syllabi and the weekly assignments.&nbsp; Plus, there’s no sense in taking them now when I know I’m not going to live in Florida for more than a year;&nbsp; no point in getting a teaching certificate for a place you won’t be staying in, right?&nbsp; So that will be some money back in my account.&nbsp; I’ll only have an income for a few more weeks anyway.</p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:69219a53-a4fb-4f2f-a6de-2534168cfc99" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent">Technorati Tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tags/blog" rel="tag">blog</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/grad+school" rel="tag">grad school</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/books" rel="tag">books</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/employment" rel="tag">employment</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/personal" rel="tag">personal</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/journal" rel="tag">journal</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/diary" rel="tag">diary</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/technology" rel="tag">technology</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/shopping" rel="tag">shopping</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/family" rel="tag">family</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/travel" rel="tag">travel</a></div> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><a href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=117">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=117</a></p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1927672 Sun, 06 Sep 2009 23:06 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1926159 <p>&nbsp;<img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/1475635476_a4e3bc42a6.jpg" /> </p> <p>There’s something to having a blog that doesn’t have your name directly linked.&nbsp; It’s not that I talk about anything I wouldn’t talk to with someone I saw directly, I just like having the freedom.&nbsp; There’s a nice, easy feel to knowing I have a blog that’s just for me, just to write down what I think and feel, without someone coming into work saying, “Hey, I read your post last night.”&nbsp; Not that it really matters, but still.&nbsp; Privacy is always the better option.&nbsp; Plus, I need to write all the time so not having a blog where I write openly is not an option.&nbsp; Hence, I keep my veiled existence over here for just me and my mister to know the truth about.&nbsp; </p> <p>It’s weird how I can make myself do what I need to do in the morning.&nbsp; I guess I have been getting into bed at a good time.&nbsp; It’s better than dreading the day and wishing I could be home to take a nap.&nbsp; I guess my attitude is always the main thing to keep in check.&nbsp; If I think it’s awful, it will be.&nbsp; If I don’t, it won’t.&nbsp; </p> <p>Tuesday means not Monday.&nbsp; I keep getting ready earlier than I need to be, which is good.&nbsp; Less rushing around, trying to get on the road by 7:00PM.&nbsp; So I have a little over a month of work, so that’s some money coming.&nbsp; Then I got word that my Student Loans will deposit some extra cash in my account.&nbsp; I’ve decided to take this as a sign to pay off these piddley credit cards.&nbsp; Now, the consolidation loan, I just can’t pay.&nbsp; I’d have to save and save and then pay off in, oh, who knows.&nbsp; But I can make a plan and a budget and get on the right track.&nbsp; One of the girls at work suggest I read Dave Ramsey’s book, so I ordered that.&nbsp; I started listening to him on the radio on the way home as well.&nbsp; At least I know that there’s hope, I’m not the only one with this problem <em>and</em> there are people in worse shape than I am.&nbsp; </p> <p>And now it’s Saturday, which brings me to the end of my blog updating.&nbsp; I didn’t write much during the week, unfortunately.&nbsp; I’m still playing with this used <a href="http://reviews.cnet.com/smartphones/rim-blackberry-curve-8310/4505-6452_7-32693541.html">Blackberry Curve 8310</a>.&nbsp; I changed out the housing because the back button, to the right of the trackball, was chipped.&nbsp; Plus the screen was dusty inside.&nbsp; It just needed a bit of an overhaul.&nbsp; I’m not 100% pleased with my housing and handy work right now, as the trackball doesn’t like to go left as easily as it should.&nbsp; I’ve also discovered that the screws are old, presumably, and the head of them got stripped out when I tried to get them out.&nbsp; Now I’ve ordered new screws, pink housing and a silicone case to match.&nbsp; Here’s hoping I get it sorted and am happy with it in the end.&nbsp; At least it works well and I have plenty of things I can do with it.&nbsp; I mean, the Yahoo mail and Facebook applications are enough to make me content.&nbsp; It was mainly the ease of texting.&nbsp; The <a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/blackberry_pearl_8100-1701.php">Pearl 8100</a> I have was just driving me crazy.&nbsp; At least now I have a full keyboard, can see my pictures with the larger screen <em>and</em> make videos (whenever I get a chance to try that option out, I can post that too.) </p> <p>Aside from that, work has been okay.&nbsp; It was hard for me on Friday to get through the day because it was the end of my first full week back.&nbsp; I had sleepy eyes from the start, especially since I had stayed up a bit later playing with this silly phone.&nbsp; If I get to sleep too early, I’m tired the next day.&nbsp; If I sleep too little, I get that hazy, dream-like feeling.&nbsp; Only with seven hours sleep can I function well.&nbsp; It’s easier to fight off the halogen lights overhead, the lack of windows, the lack of noise in the place, and the constant staring at a bunch of numbers on a computer screen.&nbsp; I started listening to podcasts on my iPod instead, just so I can have something feeding and entertaining my brains while I sit there.&nbsp; I try to not count down the hours that I’ve worked or still have to work.&nbsp; The clock never moves fast enough if I do.&nbsp; I try to just keep my mind of the work and what I’m listening to and let time take care of itself.&nbsp; Some days it’s hard though.</p> <p>So that’s about all that I have for the physical, daily side of my life.&nbsp; I’m still on my diet, still trying to get rid of the weight I gained over the past year or so.&nbsp; I was eating my salad tonight and thinking about the correlation between happiness and weight.&nbsp; You’re miserable and loathe yourself when you’re too big.&nbsp; Then when you lose weight and get smaller and smaller, it’s like another misery.&nbsp; Never being small <em>enough</em> and having to keep working until you’re satisfied.&nbsp; Now, when you’re content and happy, a nice, medium, healthy size is what we, or at least I, end up being.&nbsp; So it’s not too big, but it’s not as small as I could be.&nbsp; And when I’m okay with that and am working at it little by little, still keeping strong in the ways of eating right, then I’ve won any battle that has to do with food.&nbsp; I understand how hard it is, when there are things that taste so good and you just can’t have it anymore.&nbsp; Before, I ate Burger King and pizza and didn’t care.&nbsp; Now I can’t do that anymore and I’m smaller.&nbsp; My clothes fit better.&nbsp; I’m happier to dress up when I go to work because I have a better, all around appearance.&nbsp; </p> <p>I still think I should write my book on lessons I’ve learned for myself.&nbsp; Granted, the blog serves as this outlet for discussing such things, but a book would work if it had that distinct focus.&nbsp; Hhmm…</p> <p>Anyway, I’m trying to think of what else to talk about in here.&nbsp; I’ve not gone to the gym as much because of work.&nbsp; That concerns me a bit because it also means I’m not reading as much either.&nbsp; (At least I have the podcasts though.)&nbsp; I won’t spend this weekend doing much.&nbsp; I’m still trying to download applications for the phone and finding something good on TV (there’s never anything good on, I have to admit).&nbsp; I’ve been in the mood for Fall now that it’s around the corner.&nbsp; I keep thinking about the times when the air was cool and crisp, and I was out getting pies from Honey Baked Ham.&nbsp; I like those memories, but I like that I’ll have new ones in the future.&nbsp; I was thinking that in the bath tonight too, about how, miraculously, when we get older and wiser we stop caring about such stupid things.&nbsp; The past doesn’t matter as much, our insecurities, or worries, none of them are really as big of a deal when we get more mature.&nbsp; I’m glad of that.</p> <div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; FLOAT: none; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:80a33862-2dd0-4a9f-a13d-73e780543d7d" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent">Technorati Tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tags/blog" rel="tag">blog</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/personal" rel="tag">personal</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/work" rel="tag">work</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/technology" rel="tag">technology</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/blackberry" rel="tag">blackberry</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/facebook" rel="tag">facebook</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/employment" rel="tag">employment</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/writing" rel="tag">writing</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/journal" rel="tag">journal</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/diary" rel="tag">diary</a></div> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p><a href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=115">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=115</a></p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1926159 Sat, 29 Aug 2009 19:41 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1924757 <img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/cubicle2.jpg" /> <p>I’m going to start this blog post now and post it whenever I get ready to do so.&nbsp; Maybe tonight, maybe Friday, maybe not until the weekend.&nbsp; I’ve had a bit of a rejuvenation in my post interests, which is usually how it goes.&nbsp; Post a few, stay a way for a while, post once, wait…&nbsp; But I’ve been having the feeling of being in high school, or even elementary school again.&nbsp; Like when the time at school always seemed fun just because I had other things of interest that I could think about while I sat at a desk around my friends.&nbsp; </p> <p>I got my call back to work last Friday and I started back yesterday (Wednesday.)&nbsp; It was a complete surprise since the whole space program is going topsy-tervy very soon.&nbsp; People are getting laid off and our company is going from one thing into two, uncertain companies next year.&nbsp; So just being able to hang out for a little over a month is nice.&nbsp; Get some money, hang out and be around everyone again.&nbsp; Have some motivation from day to day.&nbsp; Yeah, it’s like going to school.&nbsp; Like the first week of school when it’s familiar but new all at the same time and you feel excited for that second chance at something you’re use to.</p> <p>It’s Friday now and I’ve had a good first few days back to work.&nbsp; I couldn’t start on Monday this week so I only have three days in so far.&nbsp; But the rest of the weeks, I’ll have all of my 40 hours in, but no overtime.&nbsp; Since, again, the company is going into a new phase next year, I’m not sure what will happen now that the first set of people will be leaving around the same time I will.&nbsp; </p> <p>Now on Saturday, I will post this entry.&nbsp; It’s nothing much, but it’s better than letting the blog sit here for months at a time without any action.&nbsp; I got the Blackberry Curve in the mail from Ebay, so I have to set it up with the Twitter mobile options and such.&nbsp; (No, I don’t have the Blackberry account set up;&nbsp; just the basics.)&nbsp; Once I get it figured all out, I can use it to Twitter some more from work or something.&nbsp; And everyone loves Twitter.&nbsp; Ha ha.&nbsp; I looked into getting my <a href="http://deloresdefacto.tumblr.com/">Tumblr</a> account updated with everything else.&nbsp; I found it was way too hard to keep messing with all the mirror sites and cross posting.&nbsp; Just the basic ones are going to have to be okay for me.&nbsp; The whole purpose is to keep things less cluttered, more manageable.</p> <p>Anyway, i think if I do write something each morning, I can do all right with keeping things updated.&nbsp; Granted, there’s not much to say about work.&nbsp; I sit at my desk, sort papers, enter things in databases.&nbsp; Nothing really is going on since the Space Program is dwindling down.&nbsp; Well, I mean it’s starting up in a new direction, but it’s not with our company, so once the shuttle goes, a lot of people will go.&nbsp; People are already going, my Dad included, so it’s already beginning;&nbsp; that whole change over into a new, uncertain chapter in Space Exploration.</p> <p>The only other mention I have is with friends again.&nbsp; One of my friends from high school is someone I still talk to once in a while in email and texts.&nbsp; And I just can’t let that go any further.&nbsp; I can’t go visit, I can’t really participate in keeping a lot of communication up.&nbsp; It’s just the same things with her and I cut off ties with that a long time ago when I realized how it was hindering me rather than anything.&nbsp; This is the same with my recent break off of friendships.&nbsp; I had to just let that go even though I knew it would probably upset her.&nbsp; But when it came right down to it, I had nothing to connect with her on anymore.&nbsp; She wanted me to do things for her constantly despite what I had going on in my own life.&nbsp; And I’m not the type to confront anyone if they’ve hurt me, so I just let the whole thing go.&nbsp; I’ve thought about it a lot lately, but once I got back to work, I realized I was only thinking about it because I was just out of productivity mode.&nbsp; Once I started using my time wisely, the revelation came that I’m doing the best thing for me and I shouldn’t feel guilty.&nbsp; None of my separation from any former friends is to be cruel, it’s just that I’m a different person and the connection of common ground isn’t there anymore.&nbsp; I don’t want to be yelled at, cursed at, used as a doormat or an outlet for negative babble.&nbsp; I’m a happy person and I want to be surrounded by happy people.&nbsp; What I had before was far from happy and I have no intention of going back.&nbsp; I have clear goals in mind.&nbsp; No one in my past was supportive or caring to begin with, I was just the one who didn’t put up a fuss.&nbsp; Now I just don’t want to say anything to them anymore.&nbsp; Past things don’t have much impact on me anymore.</p> <p>Well, aside from the dream I had about my Grandma last night.&nbsp; I called her on the phone, I was going to visit her in Ohio.&nbsp; I remember in the dream, I was trying to make it be her voice I heard on the line, but it’s funny how voices get removed from our memory.&nbsp; We have to hear them again to remember.&nbsp; I think my Great Uncle had the last video of her before she died, and I remember seeing it long ago.&nbsp; Who knows where that stuff is.&nbsp; It could still be in that house;&nbsp; the house that my Great Grandparents raised their family in.&nbsp; I miss Ohio a bit for things like that.&nbsp; I won’t mind when my parents move back after Dad leaves work and I can get out of Florida in my own direction.&nbsp; </p> <div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; FLOAT: none; PADDING-TOP: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:d5c2dd64-a2a5-4b9c-8bf2-d7ee38570695" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent">Technorati Tags: <a href="http://technorati.com/tags/blog" rel="tag">blog</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/work" rel="tag">work</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/employment" rel="tag">employment</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/space" rel="tag">space</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/ohio" rel="tag">ohio</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/personal" rel="tag">personal</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/writing" rel="tag">writing</a>,<a href="http://technorati.com/tags/friends" rel="tag">friends</a></div> <p><a href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=112">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=112</a></p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1924757 Sat, 22 Aug 2009 22:51 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1892408 <img hspace="0" border="0" align="top" vspace="0" title="library" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/327651705_25b6801f56.jpg" /> <p> I don't even feel like writing in this blog, but I will. <br /> I started writing this post a long time ago and never got around to publishing it. I've written a few things in Word at work but never got around to publishing anything either. So...here's me going into a blog entry. I've not updated the version of Wordpress I have, nor have I updated any links, pictures, plugins, etc. As shocking as this may sound; I have other things to do! (Finally!) <br /> So here I am, normal, typical Saturday afternoon. 82 degrees outside, warm, humid air blowing into the living room via the patio. The cat is happy. He sits just so his body is inside with the air conditioner, but his head pokes outside to get some fresh air. He's a smart cat; too bad he's just full of misbehavior. But anyway... <br /> I'm doing my same old routine as I use to when I first started getting heavy into my blog. Sitting here without anything else to do but get into my head and pile it out on paper. I also had to look for a job. I'm doing both again today. The job I have now has, as all jobs do, their goos points and bad points. First of all, I'm only on temporary contract via the temp agency, so I'm supposed to be ending my position at the end of next month. But there's still talk by my coworkers as to why they (the managerial directors who are only referred to by name and never seen) wouldn't just &quot;keep me&quot; until the whole space shuttle thing is over. (Even though now Congress has said, yes, we can extend the space shuttle for a while, there's no word if the White House will keep its trend of saying &quot;no&quot; to that or not.) While the job is good, just having the job is excellent, and I really like the girls I work with, I am okay with moving into something else if I have to. There's so much time allotted to monkey work that I feel tortured by sitting in my desk, ready to fall asleep. I work in a very quiet, very big building with few windows and lots of smart, quietly efficient engineers. They aren't full of chitter-chatter; they're full of keeping to themselves and doing work. If they do talk, it's about work. All of this is good. However, when I'm being trained and I know a slim amount of what the job entails, I am not able to do all the things the other girls do with the engineers. All the acronyms and space talk gets put over my head really quick. But I <em>am</em> catching on somewhat, and I'm encouraged to keep the job in that respect. But, if it's not meant to be that I stay there, then I won't fret about it too much. <br /> Which brings me to my entry pic up there. I've begun graduate classes online for a Master's of Library and Information Science degree. It occurredto me last year that being a librarian would be up my alley, so I went ahead of applied to a school that does distance learning. Now, being that we're in recession, I haven't been able to get any school loans, so I'm lucky to have a job where I can pay for one class at a time on payments. Still, this is going to be a crawling effect if I can't do this at a quicker pace by next (Summer) term, so hopefully something will come about that I'll have money and loans. But again, however that will work out is not up to me. <br /> Anyway, a lot of what I wrote at work that was in the best interest of the blog, was about librarian school. I'm super excited about it and have looked at jobs already that may hire me on before I have the degree; just to have me in there doing what I want to be doing. So, as I knew beforehand, my life will change dramatically again one day soon. I'll be working in a different field and I'll be able to go somewhere other than Florida to make my way in this world. That is enough to get up every morning and sit in a little cubicle for; just knowing that while I wait, things are opening up in my future. <br /> And on that note, I could get into a lot of personal stuff about how happy I am and how thankful I am that I changed myself and how my life has changed for the better. But I realized somewhere during the past year that talking about things, just to talk about them to just anyone (whether it be friend or blog) is only creating disturbance in mylife. Granted, when I wasn't working I had zero outside interests for a long while. From like Summer of 2007 until 2008. But then things changed in me. I don't want to go out and waste my time. I don't want to complain and bitch and moan about anything that's caused a concern in my life (like about work or school or whatever) because it doesn't do anything but cause someone to have a window of opportunity to judge. Now I'm pulling myself further and further away from idle talk about any problems or random comments on things that spurn negativism. It's not about trying to be bitchy or being cruel or uncaring to anyone I consider friends. I just don't have that element in my life where I live in mental chaos and want everyone to know about it. (Thank God.) <br /> People <em>can</em> change, and I'm living proof. Something just got inside of me and pulled out all of that past crap way of living. Now I don't need to call someone and complain all the time. I don't need to sit here and whine about anything to my invisible blog readership. It's just not how I want to operate anymore. It's a hard thing to get someone to understand, maybe, especially if they've known me as I had always been before. Depressed, angry, scared...all the things I <em>thought</em> I was supposed to be to be a writer, to be intelligent, to have purpose in this life. But I'm not anymore and if that means I'll have a nice, happy contented life, then so be it. I'm not searching for anything to make me complete anymore. I have what I need and the rest of my life is just going to go in the direction that my happiness takes me. <br /> So with that said, I'm back to making my lunch (I'm trying to diet again but I'm having a hard time <em>wanting</em> to be obsessed with how much food I eat every day.) I've not had the time to go to the gym as much anymore either (when you don't work and have nothing else to do, it's way easier to be obsessed with yourself, your diet and your exercise routine.) So next week I'm going to start going to the gym for a bit at lunch with one of the girls at work. It will be good for me to do, even if for a while, just to break up the day, see some sunlight and get some exercise. <br /> This means I'm going to have to head down to the gym in my building today or tomorrow, just to have some productive time to myself. I guess the blog entry counts as productivity too, huh? <br /> <a target="_top" title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=100" href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=100">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=100</a></p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1892408 Sat, 28 Mar 2009 13:58 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1854516 <img title="bills in storage" height="375" hspace="0" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/IMG_0577.jpg" width="500" align="top" border="0" /> <p>This morning I was flipping through channels and I saw a Q&amp;A topic up on the screen from the (stupid) <a title="The Morning show with Mike and Juliet" href="http://www.mandjshow.com/" target="_top">Mike and Juliet</a> show. It was for a guest (whose name is still unavailable online or in the show's information) finance adviser. These people amaze me. I mean, aside from the obvious &quot;you don't understand my situation&quot; aspect of &quot;you have a job, and a nice paying job that requires you to be on television and I have none&quot;, they don't really have any <em>good</em> advice.<br />The question today was, &quot;I am $10,000 in debt with credit cards and I've lost my job, what do I do?&quot; Well, that was me. That was me for over a year. The financial adviser said, &quot;Call the creditors and tell them your situation. They'll understand. They want you to be able to pay them off. They don't want you to go into debt. They'll give you a temporary grace period to help you through this.&quot;<br />{snicker} Yeah, right!<br />When I lost my job, even before I stopped getting paychecks, I called every creditor I had and told them I was unemployed. They all told me, &quot;You still have to pay.&quot; At least Discover offered that insurance bit for if you lose your job, and I tried to enroll in that but they said it was extra money added to my monthly bill and, yeah, I still had to pay because I had to have the insurance for so long of a time before it could go into effect. On top of that they said I'd have to get a written note from my employer about being fired, like an adult version of &quot;please excuse my daughter from gym class&quot; note. Ridiculous.<br />Even the Juliet chick on the show said, &quot;But then why are they so mean to us (the creditors) when we call them.&quot; The &quot;financial adviser&quot; said, &quot;Because you didn't tell them you were unemployed.&quot; {snort} I still have creditors calling me saying, &quot;this is a desperate situation and you need to redeem this immediately!&quot; to which I reply with, &quot;I have told your company numerous times for the past year that I am unemployed. I have no money. When I have money, I will pay you.&quot; This, apparently, does not matter. I even have &quot;official&quot; sounding calls like, &quot;we're from a law office&quot; (I looked up their number by the way on Google, and they're a creditor, same as the others, and it's no law office.)<br />I've commented before on the stupidity of some of these financial advisers. The one that killed me was some dark haired girl on a news show, telling this guy who was a full time public school teacher to &quot;get a second job.&quot; As if this girl had any idea how much of your life is sucked out through just teaching. The poor guy was single, had bought a house and just wanted to know if he should use his retirement to pay off his credit card debt. No, he shouldn't, which I could have told him, because he'll need that and the credit crunch is temporary. But to just say, &quot;get a second job&quot; like it was nothing was ridiculous in itself because, <em>Hello</em> there aren't jobs to be had out there!<br />Where do they find these people anyway?<br />The moral of my entry today is to do what you think is right and don't listen to anyone's advice (this goes for finances as well as anything in your life.) No one knows more about your life and your circumstances that you. I hadn't worked for over a year, and I had 10 or more calls a day about my credit cards and they aren't even <em>that</em> large in comparison to what other people have to deal with. Even when I investigated debt consolidation, is said that paying what I could would still keep my debt as &quot;bad&quot; and not clear anything up. I've had no new credit cards, no new purchases, nothing except paying for food, gas, bills, rent, insurance, etc. I cannot imagine what families for four are doing with a mortgage and expenses for kids to go along with that. Sheesh.<br />So I wonder now that the whole world knows none of us can pay for anything anymore. Not the credit cards we used to buy furniture and moving expenses, not our school loans, not our car loans, nothing. I wonder if we're going to all get some bail out option. That is, dear creditors, when we have the ability to take up these options and pay. There is no sense in being adamant about offering us write off payments when, <em>Hello, we have no money!</em> <br />I don't know what that lady was thinking this morning when she said, &quot;Oh just tell them you lost your job and they'll help you through it. If that's true, I want that lady to call my credit card companies and my loan companies and tell them that this is what they should do.&quot; Maybe that will stop them from calling me all day and hanging up or &quot;insisting&quot; that I &quot;call immediately&quot; because my &quot;situation is very important.&quot; If it's that important, then why didn't they offer me to work as a debt collector at their office to pay it off. Sheesh.<br /><br /><a title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=98" href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=98" target="_top">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=98</a></p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1854516 Wed, 12 Nov 2008 11:59 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1854225 <img title="cape canaveral seashore" height="333" hspace="0" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/298802040_43fb3eeca6.jpg" width="500" align="top" border="0" /> <p>11/6/2008 <br />07:16 <br /><br />So typing in a journal. I forgot I had that capability. I've just not written much of anything lately for and about myself. I kept thinking to, kept thinking I should start a new blog, get onto a new project but, alas, I have too many reasons to not. Old things tie you. You become so attached for so many reasons that it's easier to go along with what was then ditch it all for something new. Maybe I can have duel diaries; one for random, &quot;this is what's going on&quot; as D.D. is, and one for &quot;this is really what's going on.&quot; I'd like that. I'd like it to be without hype and without promotion too. Just sitting there, waiting to be read by the random passer by. <br /><br />But anyway, so what's going on? Okay, I'll write it down. I'll list it even since that's making things easier for me these days. I have to first mention that I'm quite down today too. I have this nagging feeling about the election; what the world wants generally isn't a good thing, as most people can agree. So it's scaring me to death at what's to come (though I know I shouldn't be.) And since I'm so in the minority on this, I won't say anything else about it. I just hope it really <em>is</em> the right thing. <br /><br />So back to the list: <br /><br />Librarian School still hasn't given me a thumbs up or down and I'd really like to know if I'm in because otherwise I need to send transcripts to other schools (not that I have the money for that anyway. It seems like my stakes have to be set in this school I'm awaiting a word on anyway.) <br />I have been offered a temporary full time job at the Cape. This means I have to give up teaching in the afternoons and try to manage just teaching at night at least until Christmas. Today I have to meet with the professor who is taking over for me then meet with the class and get them ready for the exam next week. Plus, I have papers to grade and turn back so I have to make sure everything is accounted for before I turn them over to someone else. I like the students there, I do, but teaching in the afternoons has been a bit of a pain. I leave in heavy 5 o'clock Orlando traffic and I'm starving and ready to go home, just to have the empty apartment waiting for me. But I digress... <br />So, the new job requires security. I've gone through all the security clearance hoopla (even having to report the statistics of my ex and not B.B. which I found odd) and about my traffic violations (I can't remember that stuff!) and the drug test (they tricked me and gave me a breathilizer too; good thing I didn't have a beer the night before!) That should be cleared, if they get ahold of everyone who I listed as friends, neighbors and co-workers, and they don't find any discrepancies in my file, in six to ten days. Next week, I'm hoping, will begin regular work. <br /><br />11/10/2008 <br />10:35 <br /><br />It's not even 11 in the morning and I'm already hungry and making pasta for lunch. Oh well.<br />I'm also forcing myself to grade papers and get things in order. I really should tally grades up too but, alas, I just want to be done with the class I'm dropping and go back to fiddling around with fun work for the class I'm keeping. I met with the new teacher last week, the one who is taking over for me in for the afternoon class. I am so grateful for him to take this class over and I'm glad the students are optimistic about him teaching them. I can't help but think how teachers are so stuck in their own ways and I'm wondering how this transition will go on Thursday. I keep thinking too, how the new teacher sort of gave me 20 questions about how and what I did things, even giving me the typical, &quot;Well did you try this with them?&quot; What was most &quot;interesting&quot; about the new teacher's suggestions is that I've taught for a longer time and {cough cough} have more experience under my belt. But, we all know how people love to be; oh, let me give you my advice and my input on something you never asked me to give you advice or imput about. <br /><br />Anyway, I'm done with that after today too. (Unless said new teacher continues to ask me questions about it. I'll go as far as to mention that I'm a tender hearted gal and this is an older man so it's safe to say we both have vastly different approaches to teaching.) <br /><br />So back to this pasta I'm cooking. I'm back on my diet after going to every fast food place in town. I've thankfully not gotten too big but, alas, I have to really watch my intake again. I'm hoping with the full time job and the regular schedule it will cut my food down to size once again. I will no longer be sitting around being bored at night and munching as a form of entertainment. (I have even resorted to food shopping as an activity of exercise and mental occupation in the wee hours of evening.) <br /><br />I'm starting a different exercise routine as the treadmill in my local gym has been broken for, oh, 3 months now (at least). I started jogging a bit on Friday and while I could be doing the same today, I have these papers around me and the starvation making me ill at the moment, so instead I'm typing and waiting for my whole wheat rotini to boil for 15 minutes. <br /><br />11/11/2008 <br />10:50 <br />I'll tell you what I'm sick of. I'm sick of stupid Firefox. I don't understand why its add-ons break the browser. I don't understand why some add-on toolbars show up whenever they feel like it. I don't understand why websites simply won't work in it sometimes. I don't understand why it lost its appeal so quickly just by being crummy. I don't understand how I can need, yet another browser, such as Chrome to combat Firefox's lack of performance. And I thought IE was bad. Sheesh. <br /><br />Anyway, I'll put together this blog post today. It's been a while so I really should get cracking on it. I worked at school late last night so some work is done, but, alas, some work still needs to be completed. And no calls for my new job yet, no calls from Librarian School. Only random hang up calls from Unknown callers as usual. <br /><br />Man, I'll be glad when I can work and get the credit monsters off my back, at least for a while. <br /><br />12:31 <br />No sooner did I write that when I was called for my new job. I start on Monday. Of course, thanks to my parents, I started getting that second guessing feeling of, &quot;You know it's only temp work. You only get temp work, you never get regular work like everyone else...&quot; Stupid thoughts. At least I can fight them off a lot easier now though. <br /><br /><br />Photo credit: <a title="LivingWilderness" href="http://flickr.com/photos/livingwilderness/" target="_top">LivingWilderness</a> <br /><br /><a title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=96" href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=96" target="_top">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=96</a></p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1854225 Tue, 11 Nov 2008 14:52 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1834298 <img src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/44227093_603fd21aab.jpg" align="top" title="beware of the book" width="500" height="375" border="0" hspace="0" vspace="0"> <p> When I first started this blog, years ago in an after party of my own, late one night at my parents' house, setting up my <a href="http://deloresdefacto.livejournal.com/profile" title="deloresdefacto - profile" target="_blank">LiveJournal account</a>, I entitled my new world of internet wonder: "<a href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/s/smashing-pumpkins/the-beginning-is-the-end-is-the-beginning/" title="The Beginning is the End is the Beginning" target="_blank">The Beginning is the End is the Beginning</a>" (or was it <a href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/s/smashing-pumpkins/the-end-is-the-beginning-is-the-end/" title="The End is the Beginning is the End" target="_blank">the other way around</a>? I forget.) Anyway, in all dramatic Billy Corgan fashion, I had started on a little endeavor that was without a real direction or purpose. Here, today, with the rain and sleepy gray feeling out town, I have past across an actual finish line. <br><br> I finished the work for my degree (insert fanfare here) and officially applied for graduation at my school. Seems the degree part won't be awarded until October 19th or something, but nonetheless, the workload is completed. After finishing those three, final, English literature classes back to back, one month at a time, I set my mind to finishing my thesis work (I had some piddly things that I had put off for months and I wrote each day in some sort of list or notebook; finish this, would ya?) I'm such a dumdum for not doing that stuff sooner but, alas, procrastination gets the better of me every time. It's the way I've always been and I honestly don't see any recourse from it only that it makes me feel guilty. Since guilt isn't something good and feeling condemned by something that you create in your head (or, as in my case, as people have told me to feel condemned about since I was old enough to sit in a school desk - something I tried to wiggle out of as much as possible) I don't see much need for concern. If it's not something that really matters <em>when</em> it gets done, then, sheesh, who cares? <br><br> Anyway, so now that all of it has been turned in and I'm awaiting my final grades to be put in, I've already been on some interviews for teaching jobs. Now, I've not worked for over a year now and I'm still awaiting financial aid to send me a scrap of cash (something they can't discuss until all the bills are paid - bills that include a $100 graduation fee. Oh no, I didn't make that up.) If this job I applied for yesterday works out, then I'll be able to start working next month, now that I have my degree. If I can't work then, more than likely after Christmas I'll have something. <br><br> However, now that my deadlines of school has finished, I feel out of sorts. Nothing to stress about that is in the means of productivity. Nothing to mark in my little day planner as an important date. Just me and the cat and the sound of the air conditioner running. (That broke during the last hurricane, by the way, and it took three attempts before the maintenance guys finally got the "small" leak repaired. Nice.) But while this stagnant feeling has taken over me, I see that it is an end to my last hurdle. When I started my work in the writing program it was because I was sitting at a desk in a public school, hating my job and stressing about it so badly that my body was eating at itself to create illness. I realized then, that teaching was something that tore me from my real love of writing and I wanted something for myself to work towards. Otherwise, each day was devoted to trying to stay in cohorts with the evil administrators and Lord knows that's just not part of the plan for anyone. So...online and upwards in education I went. <br><br> The funny thing is, now that I have the degree to get away from the horrible teaching days, I'm getting lulled back into it. Granted it makes sense that someone with an English degree and a <em>Creative Writing</em> degree would only be able to sit at her own desk and type away at a little machine, or go into a classroom and teach her wide range of knowledge just to keep herself in a home. But as I realized yesterday, being shown the new hopeful classroom (it has windows!) and given books (free books) and materials, and being introduced to people at the school, I got the distinct feeling that I <em>was</em> going to be able to head out for another change in my life. And yes, it freaks me out, but no, I'm not going to shy away from it. For starters, I need the money; that's obvious. For seconds, I need some new deadlines, goals, objectives and, hell, people to talk to in the physical form who are not close relatives. I couldn't stand most of the teachers I worked with and at the interviews I went to these past few months, I saw that negative, ready to strike, overly critical look in some of their eyes. But I also met some very nice ladies, like the one yesterday, who would be lovely to work for. Nice, friendly, chatty, helpful and polite. You can tell when things are right for you or when they are not. Some interviews I went to, I thought, "Oh hell, no, I'm not going through the kind of pain they're looking to dunk me into." But others I felt at ease sitting with them. <br><br> I have also realized that teaching is a bit too much of a social task for me. Granted, I don't know if I'll feel like this once I get into the college arena. I may love that. I know I loved college after I left the horrible high school years. I know I loved the university after I went through all the bull in my early years at the community college too. Without the regime of the state standards and the women who preserve it, I may have a much better time at the private school or at the community colleges. I'm not dismissing that possibility at all. However, I don't think I'm going to stay with that career move for long. For one thing, when I was at an interview last month, I was told that more than half of a college's staff is part-time and it's "extremely hard" to get full-time work over being an adjunct. My interviewer's advice, "Go back to teaching high school." Um...okay, no. Not unless I had a certificate and experience and full metal armor, would I go back into that arena. No, I wouldn't even go back even if they couldn't find some way to gossip about my faults; it's not worth it. You waste your whole life and never get to fulfill yourself. Not that helping people is bad and not that I didn't love working with the kids. I'll love working with the "kids", fresh outta high school hipsters who join my classes. But public school in Florida. Nope. Never again. <br><br> So my option for moving out of the education realm came across my mind earlier this year; to be a librarian. Now I don't recall exactly how I came up with this idea. I think I was looking around at education websites or career websites or something and I saw jobs for librarians. I started musing about the idea but never really mentioned it to anyone because, well, I'm tired of mentioning it to people who make some negative comment about what I say, just to give "advice", so I kept this and a lot of other things to myself. But anyway, so I started investigating what it takes to become a librarian saw that you only need a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master_of_Library_and_Information_Science" title="Master of Library and Information Science" target="_blank">Master's Degree in Librarian and Information Science</a>, so I started looking up potential online programs. Some of them were asking for high <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graduate_Record_Examination" title="GRE" target="_blank">GRE</a> scores which I never could get after attempting that test three times. (Even though, at the time, I still had that chip on my shoulder that has since dissolved) and some were just way too expensive. So I found a <a href="http://www.gradschools.com/ListingFunctions/SearchResults.aspx?SubjectId=217&Country=&State=&Keyword=&ProgramType=1" title="Online Library and Information Science programs" target="_blank">handful of schools</a> that were reasonably priced and that had admission requirements that I could manage. I applied to some, got some professors to write me some letters of recommendation (I'm still waiting on three and the deadline is in two weeks - yay!), a letter stating why I'd be such a good librarian, and the money to pay for the application and transcript request fees. It's that money bit that gets me every time. <br><br> And that's all I can say right now about the outline of my life's events. These are the things that I chalk up to "professional" or "work" sense even though I'm really thinking about posting an actual website for my "real" me stuff (you know, use my real name, talk about my personal life, talk about my writing, lift the veil of half anonymity) and I will soon enough. There's more I need to write in a real sense instead of in an escapism sense. Still, escapism is the purpose for writing anyway so this here little bloggy will have to stick too. <br> <br><br> Photo credit: <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/florian_b/" title="florian.b" target="_blank">florian.b</a> <br><br> <a href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=93" title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=93" target="_blank">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=93</a> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1834298 Fri, 05 Sep 2008 16:16 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1825845 <img title="I &lt;3 Books" hspace="0" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/IMG_0522_edited-2.jpg" align="top" border="0" /> <p>I'm writing this month long awaited blog post here at almost 3AM. I care not to really get into any linkage or media savvy discussion because, as my picture indicates, I'm more apt to writing about, well, writing. So let's get to it, shall we?<br />I am <em>almost</em> done with my M.F.A. program. I'm happy and, at the same time, sort of meh...unfulfilled. I know that I took on this program for my own personal desire to work towards my heart's desire. I wanted to have deadlines and discussion and work done on my writing. When I took this program on last April, I was in the midst of my crappy workplace. So having something to glue me back to my sanity was necessary. And the program was taken on. Yay for me.<br />However, now I am wondering where I want to go from here. I'm at the much awaited cross roads in my life. (Huh, I wasn't intending on getting to this in my post this evening. But I guess it all <em>is</em> related.) The way I see it; I can write anywhere, by any means about anything. I can carry my legal pad or my spiral bound notebook out to the porch with my tea and write away. I could be anywhere and I could write a story or a journal entry or a poem (my new found, lovely thing to do right now -- even if I am drastically untalented in the art since I am no Dickinson or Whitman or W.C. Williams) and my life's purpose would be complete. I am still fervently convinced that my life has to be lead first and foremost and <em>then</em> my writing can echo it in a way to describe the pathways. It may be silly to say this but, yes, I want to &quot;teach&quot; the future readership of my little section of shelf at Borders one day that this is how things were for me and this is what I learned from it all.<br />But teaching, even after an interview at the community college, I'm not sure I can or will or want to still do it. (Although nothing tickles me the same way seeing a book about grammar sitting in my lap as someone leans over and discusses &quot;curriculum&quot; with me does. Aahh...) I still am thinking of going a different route in my educational realm since this English bit isn't really panning out. I even had a lady at another, separate interview, query to me, &quot;Not to be disrespectful, but exactly why did you chose an English degree anyway?&quot; I had to admit, &quot;Because I love it.&quot; I mean, what other explanation can I give? I love books and I love writing. I never expected to be a millionaire, I always expected to sit at a desk and pour over facets of print media and write things in a little notebook, just as I did since as long as I can remember.<br />Anyway, so tonight I got <em>some</em> of what I was supposed to do tonight but I still have to work tomorrow. It is now 3:04AM and I was going to make an early morning tomorrow and head to the pool. Apparently not. I still have reading to do before I go to bed and I still have things to write; just for me. I can work anywhere, live anywhere and this is what will always be readily available. But as always I'm still behind in real progress. I will, however, it just takes me a while to get there. I am not so much envious anymore of all that people do because I know I have the potential and the ability in me to do all the things I want to do. Now I sort of just appreciate seeing what kinds of things <em>are</em> possible.<br /><br />My other thing I wanted to mention was that my poor fishy has died. I noticed him looking a little sluggish and I kept trying to feed him and chat to him and encourage him to be okay but I guess two years for a fish is pretty good. He was the one that my friend at school last year gave me when her mother bought one each for our classrooms. The kids loved them but they did try to overfeed them or shake them to &quot;see if they were dead.&quot; Very nice. I still remember when we had the hurricane that school year and I had to bring his big plant filled beta bowl in the car with me, to the apartment complex and up the stairs; very carefully. By the time we got back to school, once the hurricane passed, I figured there was no reason to subject him to further torture at the hands of middle school children, so I kept him in a little one gallon tank on the kitchen counter. And there he stayed until his toilet bowl funeral yesterday afternoon. Poor fishy. <br />So even though I'm working through all sorts of my past habits and lying them aside (ignoring the impulses and killing off all the bad thoughts, etc.) I still justified my impulse to get another fish. It was a nice, hot Sunday afternoon and I hadn't even left the house yesterday since my books kept me on the couch, at the computer, and on the porch for some fresh air -- still not <em>out</em> of the apartment. I reasoned that I needed some sunshine and fresh air, a ride, some music, a visit to my parents (Mom made chili; like I'm going to pass that up. Plus I got my letter from school about my financial aid; I have an email saying that my classes are paid for, yet a letter that says I still have an outstanding bill. Um...okay?) I then took a ride to get $10 worth of gas. Then went to <a title="Dollar General" href="http://www.dollargeneral.com/Pages/index.aspx" target="_blank">Dollar General</a> for $15 of: Cascade with Bleach, Purex laundry softener (cheap but it works), a stationary set ($2 and purple!), bottles of water and sugar free <a title="Bubble Yum" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubble_Yum" target="_blank">Bubble Yum</a> (that is no where to be found anywhere except the Dollar Store it seems; that is my driving gum brand of choice because it is the only one that hold the capability of bubble blowing.) <br />Then I went to <a title="Petco" href="http://www.petco.com/Content/HomePage.aspx?PC=home&amp;Nav=1&amp;=" target="_blank">Petco</a>. Now what I intended on getting was, say a couple of goldfish or angelfish or something that wouldn't have to be all by itself in my little tank. I know that Bruce dying was sad and it definitely ended a part of my past life for me and made me think about my classroom once again (also made me really think that I need to get on the ball and email my friend again and see how she is doing at school, however that may entail a social situation and I'll have to get to that later too.) I looked and looked at the store in the freshwater fish department. The lady working there assisted a middle aged lady and her daughter, then a mother with five or six (well behaved, mind you) children who were all getting fish for their aquarium. It was cute to hear them discuss with one another what their fish's names would be. However, it was not cute that I was never asked to be helped. I mean I mingled, I looked, I browsed, I even had a couple of aquarium supplies in my hand but nope, even as I looked around for the lady working there to come back, she never did. No one wanted to help the girl in the Halloween t-shirt. (It rules; it's orange with a big, black splashy painted raven on it.) Anyway, so since it was evident that no one was going to help me get a fish, I started realizing how much easier it would be to get a beta fish. I mean I had all the stuff for one and they are very, very easy to take care of. Plus, if I even <em>did</em> go anywhere (I still hold out hope!) putting a little feeder in there would be easy as pie, or even taking the little one gallon tank to have someone else feed him a couple times of day works fine. So I looked at the beta fish, already sad in their little plastic homes and I thought, &quot;I should just rescue one of these guys and let them live in a nice, happy, aquarium in my kitchen.&quot; I love hearing the sound of the aquarium and I didn't want to put the silly tank away and not let it keep life in it as it should so, I found a fish! I was looking at a big, pretty medium blue fish but both Scott (my first beta who died quite a while ago) and Bruce were blue. I couldn't help but notice the little red guy who was sitting on the shelf staring straight at me. I kept thinking about the <a title="The Velveteen Rabbit" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Velvetine_rabbit" target="_blank">Velveteen Rabbit</a> and how the toys on the shelf were sad when no one wanted to take them home. (They really shouldn't traumatize children with such ideas, especially those with overactive imaginations and a sensitive nature. I <em>always</em> think of things like that and feel bad for all of them. I always understood why Charlie Brown chose that little Christmas tree that needed a home the most. That's why I always choose the ones that are short and fat that no one else would really want. Sigh...) Anyway, so I picked up my new red fish and have named him Borges after the writer that I'm writing about for my class right now. (If my professor ever comes across this blog, I hope he feels quite proud that I chose this name.) I figured that <a title="Borges" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borges" target="_blank">Borges</a> was Spanish speaking, the idea of red and bull-fighting came to mind and seemed like a suitable name; although I did research and discover that this is not a practice, apparently, in his homeland of <a title="Argentina" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argentina" target="_blank">Argentina</a>. Sigh...oh well. The same is there so it shall stay. How else can I be expected to be a writer if I don't name my pets after literary figures or characters. (I still say the cat is named after <a title="Jacob Marley" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob_Marley" target="_blank">Jacob Marley</a>.)<br />I'm also very, very tired of my current situation. I never talk to anyone and I never want to go and do the same old things I use to do a while back. The club is just dead to me and I have no desire to go anymore. And when I did go out a while back I felt depressed for days afterwards. I've been getting like that lately when I'm out with people and feel like I just don't have any connection to any of it anymore. This has slowly been taking effect on my for a while and now I really see how I'm just over it where I am now. I am <em>so</em> ready for a change in this solitary little life.<br />And that's about it for this evening. It's now 4AM and I really should go grab my books and head to bed so I can get up at a hopeful decent hour and get back to work. Before I go for now (I'm sure my writing/education/unemployment topics will surface again soon; supposedly I'm getting that extension on unemployment like everyone else in the country!) I will leave you with one revelation that I made while working this evening. Sometimes typos are a good thing.<br />Love and Live are only one letter apart. You have to remove the &quot;I&quot;, as in the selfish side of yourself, perhaps, to allow that center, that empty place in yourself to be filled. &quot;I&quot; can live, but &quot;O&quot; is the center, the core of love. <br /><br />Photo credit: <a title="deloresdefacto @ flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deloresdefacto/" target="_blank">deloresdefacto</a> <br /><br /><a title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=89" href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=89" target="_blank">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=89</a></p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1825845 Mon, 04 Aug 2008 13:21 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1817948 <img title="into a swan" hspace="0" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/942514739_d3d4eb2f39.jpg" align="top" border="0" /> <p>I wrote this in my notebook as I was on my porch, smoking these old Camel lights that have been in one of my kitchen drawers for, oh a year now. I am like those stupid <a title="http://www.becomeanex.org/" href="http://www.becomeanex.org/" target="_blank">Become and EX</a> commercials that talks about re-learning how to do certain things without cigarettes. For me, unfortunately, it's writing. I've tried to write an entry for a while about the internal stuff that's going on with me. There are some past actions and reaction, aside from writing without smoking, that I'm trying to unlearn.<br /><br />Some months ago, I was lying in bed, wondering if I was going to be the girl who was always alone. Every past action indicated to that assumption. But I realized, that night, that it was me that was causing the empty bed and the lack of a friend-based relationship. I was alone because I had trained myself to believe that I was &quot;supposed&quot; to be alone. (What does that Interpol song say? &quot;I'm sick of spending these lonely night, training myself not to care&quot;?)<br />Now Lord knows that after having one guy say and do the worst, manipulative and dishonest things to me at a young age, when I thought that was all I could get, even thought I knew it was wrong, I was still hurt and discouraged. The idea of what &quot;love&quot; was to a man because a separate definition to what I defined the word to mean. Love meant calling me up, after tons of unanswered messages, telling me of his past conquests and hatred for my crying, even though &quot;you know I still love you.&quot; So once I figured out that everything I believed in his words were empty, I went on to try the same routine with two other guys directly after my divorce. Each one turned around one day to say, &quot;I don't understand what the big deal is&quot; when they did something just as cruel. Hence, I became cemented in jealousy, anxiety, depression, guilt and disillusion.<br /><br />And since those years long ago, I've sought after crushes who had the same kind of attitude towards me. They reeled me in, tossed me out, reeled me in, then berated me for having an emotional reactions to their inactions of care. Never once did I think I was choosing the wrong guys. Never once did it occur to me that I was setting myself up for failure <em>on purpose</em> because I didn't think I deserved anything else.<br /><br />By being a single woman in my modern world, I have had plenty of firsthand experience on the long, arduous process of relationship discussions. We have books and movies and television shows and music and friends who all talk about men. We have to be &quot;smart&quot; girls. We can't put up with any man's crap. We have to (as <a title="Dr. Phil @ Wiki" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Phil_(TV_series)" target="_blank">Dr. Phil</a> says) &quot;teach people how to treat us.&quot; Men will do anything it takes to screw a woman over and we have to be on guard at all times. Basically, I have been fashioned into a bitch.<br />And since I have always been the one to be hurt, I never thought anything was my fault past not being beautiful, not being thin enough, not being like other girl who had husbands. I wasn't bitchy enough I supposed and Lord knows I got plenty of resentment in myself when I was called &quot;bitter.&quot; <br />In the past month or so, something changed in me drastically. It was as if I finally <em>saw</em> myself on the inside and I found out that my past had been an excuse to carry a chip on my shoulder. I assumed all men were liars, cheaters, manipulators, skirt chasers and all-around jerks who delighted in nothing more than to push every button I had to make me crazy with anxiety and insecurity.<br />I started seeing that all this time, I was expecting people to say, &quot;Oh, she's had it bad before, so she has a right to be distrusting.&quot; I had it said to me by women for years. I was set apart because I had this crappy past that I kept on call to use as a tool to week out any possible errors in a man's character that would potentially make him &quot;just like the others.&quot;<br /><br />But now I realize it's been me this whole time that's choosing to be bent out of shape over things that should be boxed up and buried. I am the one who accuses and assumes that every man is never going to be genuine or trustworthy or kind. So I set up fights and wait for an opportunity to pounce and say, &quot;Ah ha! I knew it!&quot; I lash out and keep myself &quot;protected&quot; instead of tearing down my wall that I took years to put up. I use to think, &quot;I'll try with this (wrong) guy, but if it doesn't work (when I knew it wouldn't because he wasn't right for me), I'm putting another brick up and sealing myself off for good!&quot; I wasn't going to be anyone's fool.<br /><br />Nope, I've been my own fool all along. I saw mean and hurtful, unjust things. I get angry and jealous and worked up over nothing that is the actual truth -- I make up reasons to not try and let anyone in.<br /><br />So unlearning all of this is what I've been trying to do recently. I realized that all of the things I have gone through is my reason for writing. I always figured that I'd be able to tell my future audience the things I learned along the way. What I wanted to write about is how I figured out, at age 32, that shutting the door in any man's face before they even try to know is anything but smart. I learned that it isn't that someone is going to have to save me from being hurt; I have to save myself from being someone to does the hurting. I've learned not to repeat my patterns, but to grow out of them and evolve.<br />I apologize for any rocks I may have kicked up as I tried to set myself on my path. <br /><br />Photo credit: <a title="remotb" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/remotb/" target="_blank">remotd</a> <br /><br /><a title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=88" href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=88" target="_blank">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=88</a></p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1817948 Fri, 04 Jul 2008 00:16 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1814876 <img title="downtown Orlando" hspace="0" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/26orlando583.jpg" align="top" border="0" /> <p>I have to step up on my platform, and call all of my Orlando pals to hear my speech regarding our &quot;City Beautiful&quot;. <br />I found a random slide show on Youtube entitled <a title="Downtown Orlando" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlB9ZgImz2A&amp;feature=email" target="_blank">Downtown Orlando</a> that depicts the daytime colors and buildings that we're all accustomed to, have grown familiar with and connect with as our place of &quot;home.&quot; That's why when <a title="this wanker" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nesnman" target="_blank">this wanker</a> made the comment of, &quot;don't go downtown at night . It's a very dangerous place&quot; I had to take a stance. <br />While we have all discussed time and time again about how we miss our days at <a title="Cairo" href="http://orlando.nightguide.com/data/n102012.htm" target="_blank">Cairo</a> and our trips through <a title="Church Street" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_Street_Station_(Orlando)" target="_blank">Church Street</a>, we still are trying to keep our night life and our culture alive. And I'm not just talking as far as music culture, I mean the &quot;real&quot; substance and history of Orlando.<br />But this guy, who lives in <a title="Windermere" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Windermere%2C_Florida" target="_blank">Windermere</a> mind you, made comments about how only idiots go downtown and the only &quot;culture&quot; we have is tattoo parlors (incidentally, didn't they close that one down on Orange Avenue by the old Laser Tag place?)<br />So with this scare tactic mindset put in place, I had to retort by giving examples of what downtown is really about and how tourists are not going to be randomly shot while on Spring Break, trying to check out a club or a show on a Saturday night. I think what he's perceiving as downtown Orlando is the now defunct Church Street that we've all been moaning about for years now. That's something that hopefully will be renovated soon. Not that I have any interest in going down to any college pubs and watching naked women hand me a Jell-O shot, but, yes, we use to have a lot going on down there. But if you'll all recall, we also had the law passed that said the homeless were only allowed to stand on certain, marked areas of the sidewalk. The younger generation (as I was part of back then) was harassed by being pegged as a &quot;gutter punk&quot; who wanted nothing more than to loiter. After that happened we lost anything substantial on Wall Street Plaza and now we have the Cantina that targets, woo hoo, <em>tourists</em>.<br />By this man not living and being a real part of downtown Orlando for the past ten to fifteen years as I have, as everyone in town as been, the real essence of pride and home and culture and pride that we've been trying to support and promote time and time again, is being refuted by now putting fear into tourists minds that downtown is totally unsafe. Well, there's crime but there's crime in every city. That's common knowledge. Actually, the only time I had a problem with a break in of my car (and a handful of other people I knew who were targeted at the same time) was ten years ago when this <a title="nesnman" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nesnman" target="_blank">nesnman</a> guy is saying was safer. So much for what he knows.<br />I just wanted to send my opinions out to anyone in town who may read this and see what had gotten me so worked up about. All of us are trying to build up our town and to have someone say that only the theme park areas are &quot;safe&quot; just makes me irate. Unfortunately this is probably the opinion of many cash heavy snow birds who put money into big corporations and leave the smaller businesses to crumble. This is why we have lost so many clubs, restaurants, pubs and decent shows to the overly expensive Disney/Universal/MGM machine.<br />I've made a list of links and <a title="Orlando history" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orlando#History" target="_blank">historical</a> and <a title="Orlando culture" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orlando#Culture" target="_blank">cultural</a> items that make up the real Orlando that we're proud to have thriving to this day. As I stated in my YouTube comment, &quot;Walt would be appalled at what Disney has become these days.&quot;<br /><br /><em>Orlando is also home to the<a title="UCF" href="http://www.ucf.edu/" target="_blank"> University of Central Florida</a>, which is the second largest university in Florida in student enrollment and has the 6th largest enrollment in the nation.</em><br /><em>Orlando is home to the Orlando Magic, an NBA pro basketball franchise that plays at Amway Arena in downtown Orlando. Led by Shaquille O'Neal, the Magic made it to the NBA Finals in 1995. Orlando's Amway Arena, opened in 1989 is already one of the oldest arenas in the NBA. It will be replaced around 2010 by the $480-million Orlando Events Center.</em><br /><em>Orlando Public Library, the main downtown library of the Orange County Library System, which features 15 locations system wide. Situated on an entire city block in the heart of downtown Orlando, the library is an epicenter for arts and cultural events, educational and entertainment resources, and solitude.</em><br /><em>The Kerouac House, in the College Park neighborhood of Orlando, is where writer Jack Kerouac lived during the time his novel On the Road was published and released, making him a national sensation and Beat Generation icon. He lived in the house with his mother Gabrielle from July 1957 to the spring of 1958, and wrote his three-act play, The Beat Generation, a 51-chorus poem called Orlando Blues, and the novel The Dharma Bums during his time there. In 1997, the Kerouac Project of Orlando formed, and restored the Kerouac house. It is now a haven for aspiring writers who can live in the house as they create their own work.</em><br /><em><a title="Eatonville" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eatonville%2C_Florida" target="_blank">Eatonville</a> is a town in Orange County, Florida, six miles north of Orlando. It was one of the first all-black towns to be formed after the Emancipation Proclamation in 1863 and, on August 15, 1887, was the first such town to be incorporated. Zora Neale Hurston grew up there. Every winter, Eatonville stages its annual Zora Neale Hurston Festival of the Arts and Humanities and the Zora Neal Hurston Library.</em><br /><em><a title="Leu Gardens" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_P._Leu_Gardens" target="_blank">Harry P. Leu Gardens</a>, which is an inner city oasis covering 50 acres (20,000 m²) and features colorful annuals, palms, an orchid house, a floral clock and a butterfly garden.</em><br /><em>The Orlando Museum of Art is Orlando's largest modern art museum. Located in Loch Haven Park, the museum has ongoing exhibitions of American portraits and landscapes, American impressionist works, and art of the ancient Americas. In 2003, the museum hosted the world-renowned full exhibition of the famous glass sculptor, Dale Chihuly.</em><br /><em>The Orlando Metropolitan Area is also home to a substantial theatre population. Several professional and semi-professional houses and many community theaters dot the area including Orlando-UCF Shakespeare Festival, Orlando Repertory Theatre (Central Florida's only Professional Theatre for Young Audiences), Orlando Theatre Project, Starlight Dinner Theatre, Mad Cow Theatre, Theatre Downtown, The Osceola Center for the Arts, Winter Park Playhouse, Theatre Winter Haven, IceHouse Theatre, and Seaside Music Theatre. Orlando also hosts the Orlando International Fringe Theater Festival every summer.</em><br /><br /><em>Church Street Station, a multi-level shopping mall and entertainment center that once featured an abundance of specialty shops, restaurants, nightclubs, and bars. Purchased in the late 1990s by TransContinental Talent owner Lou Pearlman, it is now virtually defunct, as the area suffered in post-9/11 tourist-industry slump. The area is being redeveloped with residential condominiums. Now closed due to bankruptcy and is due to be bought over.</em><br /><em>Based on the Morgan Quitno Press &quot;Safest and Most Dangerous Cities of 2007&quot; rankings, Orlando ranks #11 nationaly. It's to be noted that the American Society of Criminology (ASC) and the FBI object to such rankings and use of data stating &quot;These rankings represent an irresponsible misuse of the data and do groundless harm to many communities&quot; and don't take into account &quot;factors that influence crime in a particular study area such as population density and the degree of urbanization&quot;.</em><br /><br /><a title="Orlando for Adults - The New York Times" href="http://travel2.nytimes.com/2006/03/26/travel/26journeys.html" target="_blank">Orlando for Adults - The New York Times</a><br /><a title="Orlando Sentinel - Downtown Blog" href="http://blogs.orlandosentinel.com/community_downtown_blog/" target="_blank">Orlando Sentinel - Downtown Blog</a><br /><a title="Wikipedia - Downtown Orlando" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Downtown_Orlando" target="_blank">Wikipedia - Downtown Orlando</a><br /><a title="Review Orlando" href="http://www.revieworlando.com/" target="_blank">Review Orlando</a><br /><br />And, ironically or not in the news today:<br /><a title="Tourist Robbed At Hotel Near Disney" href="http://www.local6.com/news/16672835/detail.html?rss=orlpn&amp;psp=news" target="_blank">Tourist Robbed At Hotel Near Disney</a><br /><br />Photo credit: <a title="NY Times" href="http://travel2.nytimes.com/2006/03/26/travel/26journeys.html" target="_blank">NY Times</a><br /><br /><a title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=87" href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=87" target="_blank">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=87</a> </p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1814876 Sat, 21 Jun 2008 17:58 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1811170 <img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/2512401825_ce226f71a0.jpg" align="top" title="save ferris" border="0" hspace="0" vspace="0"> <p> Okay <a href="www.wbloggar.com" title="www.wbloggar.com" target="_blank">W.Bloggar</a>, let's update, shall we?<br> I was going to write a whole opinion based <a href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/There%27s_No_Place_Like_Home%2C_Parts_2_%26_3" title="Lost" target="_blank">Lost</a> entry but I soon grew too distracted for such things. It's an on going theorem based cult following that can't be summarized in the mere limitations of a blog post. Besides, I watched the silly thing twice now and I just want to know how the next season (which starts in flipping 2009) will be constructed. Everyone off the island then going back and showing what "bad things" happened after Jack left? And Claire, hello? What the hell happened to her? Does no one care about Claire? Will she be sending us secret messages through extra clips on the extended version Season 4 DVD or what? She looked like she'd been snatched by aliens last time they showed her though. <br> <br> Then I have the school situation to mention. My "manuscript" if that's what we're still calling it, has been reviewed by my professor. Neither of us had contacted one another for a while because he was on vacation or something and I was just over it (I still have a story or two to type up and I just don't feel compelled to do so. I even have a very crappy story that I wrote a month or so ago that sounds like something out of <em>Gossip Girl</em> so I'm going to pretend that 30 minutes of my life never happened. I was told that all in all my stories with scenes rather than dialogue win out and then I was referred to Hemingway (ah ha!) and was asked what I wanted to do with my work at this point. Well, I have to finish the little statement paper that I never bothered to finish plus the other couple of fake letters to the editor that I also didn't even bother writing. I'll have to get back with him on Monday with a "will finish other paperwork, what other options do I have?" type of response.<br> But the story that he said was most compelling was that one that will be in the literary journal that I am getting <em>three</em> copies of. I seriously hope the Editor in Chief fixed that baby up because after a second opinion, I was pointed to some clerical errors. My professor just asked me, "What's up with that?" Grr... But aren't writers and their teachers suppose to fight about this stuff? Maybe I'm just going through the motions of being something of a point of interest to the world in the future.<br> As long as I don't end up on Oprah, I'll be fine...<br> <br> To go along with my writing work that has been sorely neglected lately (just as this blog has been), I now have a new class to take: my first of three literature classes. I am taking an online literary criticism class that consists of Power Point presentations, one hour long online examinations of the presentations (no book or notes to print out or anything) plus discussion that we have to post about one of our reading assignments and then respond to three, not two like every other class has asked, but three every week. There are also papers involved as usual and the workload is obnoxious for someone who is A.) almost finished with this program and B.) already taken this class at the undergrad and grad level and has since stored it away as knowledge that I only need to use at certain times, like watching a movie that obviously needs a good feminist critic thrown at it. Sigh... <br> But I will do it, I will get it done and I'll be a better person for it, or something. If the reading assignments weren't boring and/or things I'd already read before, I wouldn't be so irritated with the whole thing. I mean, this would be like requiring someone with in a computer science program to take an Advanced Windows Applications class.<br> <br> Other than that, I've not really talked to anyone except for random visits, email or phone calls to any of my gals about town. I did watch <a href="www.controlthemovie.com" title="Control" target="_blank">Control</a> finally (ironically the premise for a welcomed catch up call that I received early last night) and I'm telling you, if <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deborah_Curtis" title="Debbie" target="_blank">Debbie</a> would have just kicked Annik's ass (I love that that girl doesn't have a <a href="http://www.wikipedia.com" title="Wikipedia" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a> page, by the way) then 85% of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ian_Curtis" title="Ian Curtis'" target="_blank">Ian Curtis'</a> problems could have possibly been solved. But that's just the Southern gal in me I guess. Hhmmm. The movie was shot very nice though and all the actors were brilliant. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Riley" title="Sam Riley" target="_blank">Sam Riley</a> is a good crier, he drew me in a few times with that, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samantha_Morton" title="Samantha Morton" target="_blank">Samantha Morton</a> was the only person who could have played that role.<br> <br> In job and finance news, nothing. Still nothing. The government told me that I would be getting that extra money last week, yet, it is no where to be found. It took one day for them to send the letter from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federal_Reserve_Bank_of_Atlanta" title="FRS of Atlanta" target="_blank">Atlanta</a>, telling me how much I was getting and when the check would be sent. Why is it taking two weeks to get the actual check?<br> So I keep up with my job applications (although I haven't had the deranged motivation to over submit resumes like I was before because obviously that's not helping; luck or fate or divine intervention is going to be the only way my future will be saved.), plus my loans (am I even getting any more of these things for this term) and the possibility of unemployment at the end of Summer which may or may not even be attainable again. My parents keep saying that I should "look back into teaching", making my blood pressure and anxiety rise at the subject. If they asked me if I would rather teach public school or work at Target at the unemployment office, I would go with stock girl in a heart beat. I don't want to lose anymore vital organs or grapples of sanity by handing myself over to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._Department_of_Education" title="DOE" target="_blank">DOE</a> again. I get nauseous just thinking about it.<br> <br> And on that cheery, closing note, I will also mention that while I've written this blog post, there has been a car alarm going off down the street for a full two hours. If someone doesn't take care of that thing soon, I'm going down there with a bat myself...(I'll borrow one from the neighbor kids in the parking lot.)<br> I didn't sleep well last night because I was all upset about not being able to take my poor ass to the movies, then using the cash I did have to eat pepperoni and sausage pizza from Domino's. I swear, having heavy food like that on my stomach at night just gives me nightmares. I woke up at five in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep. Then at six, the cartoon were playing on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_at_Nite" title="Nick at Nite" target="_blank">Nick at Nite</a> so I couldn't even watch cheesy 80s sitcoms. And now that I've slept and showered and have coffee in my hand, that car alarm is enough to make me take out all my aggression out on a random, unsuspecting vehicle.<br> However, as I was closing this entry up, my fire alarm started that now and again low battery beep (just like at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Shephard" title="Jack Shephard" target="_blank">Jack Shephard's</a> hospital! After all, <em>He is the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_facto" title="De facto" target="_blank">de facto</a> male lead and the primary protagonist of the series.</em> Weird.) and upon trying to change the nine-volt battery, I successfully broke the whole damn thing. Very nice. Maybe I need to disconnect that cars' battery with a stolen bat to make me feel better. Nah, I'll just eat some pizza instead. <br> Photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deloresdefacto/" title="deloresdefacto" target="_blank">deloresdefacto</a><br> <br> <a href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=86" title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=86" target="_blank">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=86</a> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1811170 Mon, 09 Jun 2008 09:24 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1807063 <img title="desk top" hspace="0" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/2512414317_e0cf099a51.jpg" align="top" border="0" /> <p>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: <br /><br />-- I'm still pondering going out tonight for the <a title="Barbs Reunion" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=9958300&amp;blogID=393472293" target="_blank">Barbs Reunion</a>.<br />-- It sucks that it costs, at last visit to the gas station, $37 to fill up my tank.<br />-- I have a couple of writing contests that I want to enter but, alas, that costs money as well. Didn't someone say at one time, to not bother paying for such thing anyway?<br />-- I'm still working my way through the wonderful world of <a title="Coetzee" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coetzee" target="_blank">Coetzee</a> by keeping <a title="Diary of a Bad Year" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diary_of_a_Bad_Year" target="_blank">Diary of a Bad Year</a> instead of returning it the the library. I've had it since March I think.<br />-- I finished <a title="Out Stealing Horses" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Out_Stealing_Horses" target="_blank">Out Stealing Horses</a> this week though. It was one of those that, after reading the last line, I shut the book and muttered, &quot;F&amp;*$, that's good.&quot; My professor was adamant on this one and I didn't want to be so easily swayed by opinion but, alas, he was right.<br />-- I got caught up with Fran on <a title="The Tudors" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_tudors" target="_blank">The Tudors</a>. Good Lord, those guys were some evil bastards. I had nightmares about the last episode we saw that showed the torture and beheading spree.<br />-- I am prepared to tape all three hours of <a title="Lost" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Main_Page" target="_blank">Lost</a> this Thursday. We have <a title="extra footage" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/There%27s_No_Place_Like_Home%2C_Part_1" target="_blank">extra footage</a>, plus the two hour <a title="season finale" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/There%27s_No_Place_Like_Home%2C_Parts_2_%26_3" target="_blank">season finale</a> to discuss later on. Right now I'm betting that the last episode will be about <a title="Claire" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Claire" target="_blank">Claire</a>. We also discussed that maybe the island brought <a title="Christian Shephard" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Christian_Shephard" target="_blank">Christian Shephard</a> back to life and that the freighter will blow up because <a title="Sun" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Sun-Hwa_Kwon" target="_blank">Sun</a> and <a title="Aaron" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Aaron_Littleton" target="_blank">Aaron</a> are the only ones of the <a title="Oceanic Six" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Oceanic_Six" target="_blank">Oceanic Six</a> 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.)<br />-- I am not getting my tax refund bonus money until this month because apparently since I had the processing fees with <a title="TurboTax" href="http://www.turbotax.com/" target="_blank">TurboTax</a> 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.)<br />-- I need, and do not currently have money for: <a title="Frontline" href="http://frontline.us.merial.com/home/" target="_blank">Frontline</a> for the cat, my allergy pills, money for my insurance <em>and</em> going out cash. Seems though the insurance money will obviously have to come first and everything else will just have to wait.<br />-- I found my <a title="Ophelia painting" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ophelia_(painting)" target="_blank">Ophelia painting</a> 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, &quot;Wow, Miss. That painting is...uh...pretty <em>intense</em>.&quot; After I explained who she was, I think he was a little more at ease with my artistic tastes in office decor.<br />-- 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, <em>&quot;To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.&quot; <a title="Ralph Waldo Emerson" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Waldo_Emerson" target="_blank">Ralph Waldo Emerson</a></em>. I found that when I was cleaning the desk up. Now I'm using it for my current work theme. I love Emerson.<br />-- I was ready to throw said lamp out the window last week when <a title="IE 7" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IE_7" target="_blank">IE 7</a> 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 <a title="Share This" href="http://www.sharethis.com/" target="_blank">Share This</a> 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...<br /><br />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. <br /><br />Photo credit: <a title="deloresdefacto" href="http://flickr.com/photos/deloresdefacto/2512414317/" target="_blank">deloresdefacto</a> <br /><br /><a title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=85" href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=85" target="_blank">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=85</a> </p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1807063 Sun, 25 May 2008 12:38 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1803747 <img title="PUBLISHED!" height="332" hspace="0" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/516326731_a3a7b5f772.jpg" width="500" align="top" border="0" /> <p>I finally got accepted for publication!<br /><br />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 <em>again</em>. (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.)<br /><br />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 &quot;risk&quot; (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.<br /><br />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 &quot;work&quot; for, stamp out my enthusiasm from finally having what I want of my future, to come a little closer to my present. <br /><br />Photo credit: <a title="fsse-info" href="http://flickr.com/photos/fsse-info/" target="_blank">fsse-info</a> <br /><br /><a title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=84" href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=84" target="_blank">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=84</a></p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1803747 Wed, 14 May 2008 17:21 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1802830 <img title="book" hspace="0" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/2416319679_79c67272fe.jpg" align="top" border="0" /> <p>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.<br /><br />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 <em>yet</em>. But at least financial aid finally came through with my tuition money so I'm not longer getting late payment notices in the mail.<br /><br />Still no work but I keep sending out the silly resumes. I read on <a title="Orlando Jobs" href="http://orlandojobs.blogspot.com/2008/04/finding-job-in-recession-if-you-believe.html" target="_blank">Orlando Jobs</a> 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.<br /><br />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 <em>isn't</em> 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.<br /><br />Anyway, the <a title="brush fires" href="http://www.local6.com/news/16234725/detail.html" target="_blank">brush fires</a>, 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.<br /><br />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?)<br /><br />And while I'm at it, I'll mention that <a title="Lost" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Main_Page" target="_blank">Lost</a> 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 &quot;Jacob&quot; 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 <a title="Charlie" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Charlie" target="_blank">Charlie</a> 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 <a title="Locke" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Locke" target="_blank">Locke</a> as my favorite character (for many different reasons, of course.) But, nonetheless, I still can't get that image of <a title="Jack without a scar" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Image:Jack-no-scar.jpg" target="_blank">Jack without a scar</a>, running around in a towel with his matador physic. Television just doesn't get any better than that.<br /><br />Speaking of which, I have to mention the two new discoveries for the Brit Guy collection: <a title="Jonas Armstrong" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1765073/" target="_blank">Jonas Armstrong</a>, (good name, by the way), who is the new <a title="Robin Hood" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0787985/" target="_blank">Robin Hood</a> (where has he been these past two years; I've just now seen the ads, and the show, on <a title="BBC America" href="www.bbcamerica.com" target="_blank">BBC America</a>) and <a title="Ben Barnes" href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm1123063552/nm1602660" target="_blank">Ben Barnes</a> (another good name), who is <a title="Prince Caspian" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499448/" target="_blank">Prince Caspian</a> (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.) <br /><br />Photo credit: <a title="roman" href="http://flickr.com/photos/shexbeer/" target="_blank">roman</a> <br /><br /><a title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=83" href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=83" target="_blank">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=83</a></p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1802830 Mon, 12 May 2008 02:53 EST http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1799358 <img title="The Raconteurs 4/25/08" hspace="0" src="http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g180/deloresd/20486564-20486568-large.jpg" align="top" border="0" /> <p>Since I don't really have anything to report in a blog update, I snagged this picture and decided to make, yet another, random list of things to mention: <br /><br />-- After watching <a title="The Shape of Things to Come" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/The_Shape_of_Things_to_Come" target="_blank">The Shape of Things to Come</a> last week, I can see how they're making it seem as if Sawyer is going to die, along with Claire and, hence, the baby, Aaron will have to be taken with Hurley, Kate and Jack. For the first time, I actually felt a tad sorry for Ben and I loved how they're (seemingly?) tying up some loose ends as far as how things happened and what exactly the black smoke is. (Time travelling black hole that brings animals, people, etc. back and forth through time. If you get stuck in a black hole, you get eaten up into oblivion.) But Sawyer simply can't die and I'm sure he's going to hide from the &quot;bad guys&quot; and find Locke while everyone else leaves the island. <br />-- <a title="Something Nice Back Home" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Something_Nice_Back_Home" target="_blank">Something Nice Back Home</a>, tomorrow's episode, doesn't have any info online yet, but according to my cable box info: &quot;Juliet and Kate must work together to save Jack when his health is seriously compromised; something goes wrong as Sawyer, Claire, Miles and Aaron head back to the beach.&quot; Again, they're trying to hint at Sawyer having something happen to him so he may or may not die along with Claire. I wonder whose flashback / flashforward will be the focus for this episode. I'm guessing Claire since she's probably going to be killed off soon. <br />-- Speaking of what happened when and how everyone is connected, <a title="Dominic Monaghan on MadTV" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7go77Dn6sHQ" target="_blank">Dominic Monaghan was on MadTV</a> with a &quot;Domi-Lost&quot; skit. It's not as funny as SNL would do (because I never watch MadTV and don't care for anyone on the show as far as I've ever in the past) but I'm glad I happened to see that this was on. <a title="This other skit" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQhMWQ5ZMEE" target="_blank">This other skit</a> was wrong but funny as hell. <br />-- Aside from <a title="Lost" href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Main_Page" target="_blank">Lost</a> (which I was so glad to have back, by the way), we only have four more episodes of <a title="The Tudors" href="http://www.tvguide.com/tvshows/tudors/285400" target="_blank">The Tudors</a> left. I must say, I am very happy with the character change that Henry is taking on. I like that, despite his conscience telling him that killing <a title="More" href="http://www.tvguide.com/celebrities/jeremy-northam/156736" target="_blank">More</a> is wrong, he is so bloody arrogant and hot headed, that he has to go along with his original ideas, just so he won't admit that he was wrong. And I can totally see how he's going to see the opportunity to change his mind, without taking blame, after <a title="Katherine" href="http://www.tvguide.com/celebrities/maria-doyle-kennedy/164053" target="_blank">Katherine</a> dies and killing <a title="Anne" href="http://www.tvguide.com/celebrities/natalie-dormer/285425" target="_blank">Anne</a> off will give him a fresh start in the legitimate, male heir, please England, love me again, department. I also like how <a title="Jonathan Rhys Meyers" href="http://www.tvguide.com/celebrities/jonathan-rhys-meyers/158629" target="_blank">Jonathan Rhys Meyers</a> is getting a bit bigger and taking on the shape of a Greek statue. No complaints here. I just wish his eyes didn't make him look like he'd been snatched by aliens from time to time. <br /><br />-- In personal news, nothing, I repeat, <em>nothing</em> else has been going on. I got a call from a place I applied for as a secretary last week. The guy went over my information and said he'd call back but never did. {shrug} So all I can count on is the school loan money that will come supposedly by the end of summer (which isn't much of a relief since we haven't even <em>started</em> summer yet.) But I have stuff to do for my grad program's literature magazine so that will give me the much needed incentive to get the work that I've been putting off done in a couple of weeks. <br />-- Since things have been so boring lately, it's hard to <em>want</em> to be jazzed about what I'm reading and working on. I mean, I have fleeting moments of glee when I come up with some interesting plot twist or opinion on the author I've pick up from the shelf (the library has been sending me bills already because one of my shelves is full of three month overdue books.) But all in all, it's a very humdrum kind of routine I have around here. If there were anything exciting, I'd be more inclined to discuss something other than random acts of television watching. <br />-- I <em>did</em> clean up the sidebar on my <a title="Delor.es.Defacto" href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/" target="_blank">blog</a> so that the widgets wouldn't (presumably) slow the site down. I can't stand how the new <a title="Wordpress" href="http://www.wordpress.org/" target="_blank">Wordpress</a> widget editor is set up though. You're supposed to drag and drop them where you want them in the sidebar but, instead, they run off to the bottom or top of the screen once you unclick them in the spot you want them to be in. It's like trying to color within the lines with an optical mouse. They're only so much hand-eye coordination that I can handle at a time, especially when I'm doing a trial and error system to see what script codes will work in the widget text boxes. <br /><br />So anyway, that's all I have to put on the electronic blog table right now. I am sure I'll think of something interesting in the next couple of days but until then, I'm going back to the television, the bookshelf, the legal pad and the Word files. There's so much I still have to get done. <br />And this is nice. Now that <a title="Keith" href="http://reciprocity.be/ctc/#comments" target="_blank">Keith</a> told me that I &quot;should get rid of the UTW plugin, as it doesn't work in any version of WP past 2.3 anyway...&quot; in order for <a title="CTC" href="http://reciprocity.be/ctc/" target="_blank">CTC</a> to work, I lost all of my tags. Very nice. I just had to reload and activate <a title="UTW" href="http://www.metlin.org/2007/10/04/wordpress-23-other-upgrades/" target="_blank">UTW</a> again so my post tags would come back. Now they're in my post editor but they don't show up in the preview. Sigh...what's happening with this? <br /><br />Photo credit: <a title="Rolling Stone" href="http://www.rollingstone.com/photos/gallery/20486793/coachella_2008_in_photos?source=photos_rssfeed" target="_blank">Rolling Stone</a> <br /><br /><a title="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=82" href="http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=82" target="_blank">http://www.deloresdefacto.com/?p=82</a></p> Personal http://www.zorpia.com/deloresdefacto/journal/1799358 Wed, 30 Apr 2008 18:02 EST