hollybrooke | well, well, well!

I stumbled onto the LJ of an old acquaintance of mine who promptly eliminated her LJ a while back with a very...how do I put this...pissy/pie-in-the-sky attitude. I guess she ended up getting a new LJ. I guess she also never got a job, or much of a life. Oh well. I could have left a very nasty note on there, but I don't really care. She's beneath me, and if she wanted to be that way about things, fine then. She means nothing to me anymore.

I probably should be in bed. I'm glad I have a night off from Rocky Horror this week. I have to be at work at noon tomorrow to cover for Danielle, since she up and quit. I've been perusing monster.com and hotjobs.com all night looking for a new job (hopefully full-time), and I've been updating my resumé as well. And I should really comb through those classifieds tomorrow. I'm going to get a Chicago Trib while I'm at it, since they have a bigger job selection.

So, after much thought last night, I have come down to some major decisions for this year. And yeah, I've been beating about the bush about it, but film school is definitely a major aspiration for me. The trouble is, for one thing, earning money to go. And do I go to an actual college/university for four years, or go to one of those schools that can give you the accredited training within a year? I'm really going to have to look into these options. And the big one...I know that Mom and Dad will not be cool with this venture, and I know they will not support me on it one bit. This is something I'm going to have to go about all by myself.

Also, on the major man-hunt. Sick of being single and having nobody to love. Sick of wasting my time and energy on certain wishy-washy individuals who just don't care and want to take advantage of me, and sick of "timing being a motherfucker." Sick of excuses. Just sick of it all, I guess.

Bought myself a hutch/shelf for my desk. Would have put it together tonight, but I farted around online all night and talked to E on the phone. 'Twas about it. I really need to take a bath. Hair is dirty, and I haven't shaved my legs in a week. (It doesn't matter so much in winter, I guess, since I always wear jeans, but still...)

*heh* It's funny. E says that if one more guy gives me a lame excuse like "timing's a motherfucker" or some stupid crap like that, I need to punch 'em right in the face, take a Polaroid of it, and send it out to him. I should just move out to Pittsburg and hook up with him. ;)

Let's face it. It's going to be a year of Patented Holly Attitude©.