30 March 1999

I was informed yesterday that it was time to update, a week having gone by. I don't feel particularly inspired -- in fact, I feel particularly sleepy. Time for a blood sugar spike. Heh... reminds my of those Jobe's Plant Spikes you feed your houseplants. It's this hard spike o'fertilizer that you shove into the soil and it dissolves at the nutrients are absorbed by your plant. I guess in this context they'd be known as Milky Way bars. The vending machine guy came today, so maybe there will be Reese's Peanut Butter cups. Hope so; they make a dull day just that much more bearable.

Well... that was annoying. The Coke machine ate my dollar, and there weren't any Peanut Butter Cups. I had to plug $0.70 into the Coke machine and settle for a Kit Kat. Pale substitute it is, too.

I was also asked, by the same person, how I do everything I do. My answer? I don't sleep. That's gotta stop. I feel yukky, the things I really need to do are suffering, and it makes me cranky. You don't realize that that's what's doing it to you until you've already stuck your foot in it up to your waist, however.

The job search proceeds apace, or it would if the people who called me would return my calls. I keep trying, though.

Well, hey! Ask and ye shall receive! I just spoke the woman who called my house yesterday and I have an interview tomorrow! (can you tell I'm excited?) Now I just have to find something to wear... Sometimes it's just no fun being a girl. A guy can wear a suit and tie every blessed day of his life. The suits may change, but only slightly. A suit has been a suit for the last umpty-ump years. Change the tie, change the shirt, and you have a new look. Very rarely do the basics change.

Women, on the other hand, can't wear the same thing twice in one week, possibly not in any two weeks. It's aggravating and expensive. And whose bright idea were high heels, anyway? Dang it, the altitude gives me a nosebleed.

I could go on and on about how women's fashions are designed by men to subjugate women, but I won't. Besides, a lot of fashion atrocities are being committed by women these days. I won't even get started on the lack of affordable elegance in women's clothing; I'll end up sounding like my mother.

Not to mention, there are no fun clothes for 30-something women. Either you end up looking like your mother (which while I'm sure she's a wonderful person (mine is), you don't want to look like her when you're only 30) or you end up looking like you're trying to be 17. I didn't like being 17. I didn't do it well then, and I don't want to relive it now.

I want simple shirts and jeans that fit without being skin-tight or so baggy I can fit extra people in. I want sweaters that don't pull when you look at them. I want normal shoes and skirts that don't require me to shave my legs all the way up (thank God for opaque tights!). I want classy sportswear that doesn't have Mickey Mouse or cheesy flowers all over it. I want shorts that don't emphasize my ugly knees. I want sports bras that support and regular ones that do, too. I want karate friendly panties (I hate picking wedgies in front of the guys).

In short, I want to be comfy and look good.

Never thought that would be so much to ask.