My RL seems to have taken a dive toward crap’tastic. My uncle is back in the hospital and his liver seems to be getting worse not better at the moment and unfortunately this is his new liver so the doctors are hesitant to put him back on the in need of a donor list.
On Wednesday I found out I’m in need of a job or will be shortly so I’m back to job hunting. I hate job hunting but I did just finish my new résumé and might I say it looks fabulous. I’ve applied to be a Unit Secretary for hospital and for my local city officials. I’ve also decided to go back to school or more precisely a vocational school.
For those of you waiting for me to beta your lovely fics I apologize and should have them to you by tonight. *fingers crossed* Pol I’ve just gotten to the good stuff and *giggles* I think that sums it up. ;) Lisa…I was sneaky and read ahead. I couldn’t help myself. I have little to no will power but yours is well and truly beta’d I just have to email it to you once I get home.
The only saving grace was Project Revolution this Saturday in St. Petersburg. It was freakin’ phenomenal! I now have love for a little band called ‘Mindless Self-Indulgence’ even if I got heat exhaustion during their performance and had to be taken to the Med Tent. Though I did meet a cute EMT who put me on oxygen and then chitchatted with me for the ten minutes it took to get the color back in my cheeks. He asked for my phone # and I supplied it…and yes I did say he. I’m as surprised as all of you that a boy managed to catch my interest.
‘My Chemical Romance’ was absolutely prefect and they played ‘Teenager’ and I screamed myself hoarse. *bounces* There is nothing like standing in an auditorium with thousands of other fans who are just as excited as you, standing up out of their seats and screaming, singing, shouting along with a band. I got goosebumps more than once.
Linkin Park still manages to be my favorite band to see live even though I more than dislike their new album. They have such an energy live, that fills you up and it doesn’t matter that I’ve been standing since 11am and it’s now nearly 11pm. I’m tired, I’m exhausted and I’m thrilled to be there listening to them, singing with them. Good God do I love concerts. And this was my first concert not being on the floor (aka the pit) and I have to say it might have been cooler but I prefer the rowdy bunch that stands against that metal railing pushing, striving forward to see or possibly (if the Gods are smiling) touch those wonderful musicians that fill our lives up to the bursting point for those few precious 45 minutes.
I love my music.