oh don't be such a dramanticore

I have read the book this is from exactly one million three times.

This is a picture of Loki, the trickster god.

He is contemplating his children and probably regretting his decision to have children with as many ponies and giants as he did.

So when I'm stressed these days I like regress to childhood/adolescence and consume all the same things I did when I was younger.  In this case, my shiny copy of D'Aulaire's Book of Norse Myths which has an introduction by Michael Chabon so I can pretend it's a super sophisticated thing to do.

(YES I'm supposed to be studying for a D and C test right now that is why blogging is so urgent.)

I was going to make a larger point about how I kind of like the Norse mythos more than the Greek one because the gods are in fact mortal, and they totally know how their lives are going to end--which is bloodily and terribly and mostly at the hands of each other, which you think would make things awkward but they all deal with it pretty well it seems.

And then I was going to relate it to myself and how I cannot even make decisions right now but then I realized THAT IS SO BORING THE MOST BORING.

Suffice to say--I'm almost afraid to write this because it might jinx it, but I heard back from that job I interviewed with today.  The HR person said I did really well in my interviews and she's forwarded my info to the official recruiters of the various cities to see if there's demand for me.

I should hear back within the next week.

Of course that is all contingent on me passing this freaking test and so graduating, so I'm gonna get back to studying/weeping with boredom.

Mostly weeping.

just another future song

Good idea?  Yeah?

(What if I just listened to “Shake it Out” nonstop. ILU Florence.)

I got this email from the company that I interviewed with today, asking what my availability date might be and the my top three cities I might like to live in.

(Which is probably pretty good news—I mean if they weren’t even considering me, they probably wouldn’t care what cities I might like to live in.  Unless it’s part of a really cruel rejection policy where they get postcards from all the cities I put and write SUCKS FOR YOU YOU CAN'T LIVE HERE on them all and then mail them to me, which does seem a little unreasonable if just from a cost perspective.)

But so instead of being happy, because I obviously enjoy suffering, I instead launched myself into this weird stomach-turning vertigo spiral (which emotion is pretty much on my proverbial speed-dial at this point). I have like not countenanced actually graduating, much less getting a job, etc.  Not to be all angsty but for various reasons it’s always been kind of hard for me to actually imagine, like, any sort of good future at all.  So I couldn't even choose and instead just called everyone for advice.  

(Sorry, people I called!  You were very sweet and patient and helpful.)

Spoiler: I pulled myself together enough to respond.

I decided on:

            

            1. New York

            2. San Francisco

            3. Seattle

            3b. Minneapolis

So I guess we’ll see in a few weeks.  Even if I don’t get the job, which, I mean, let’s keep our expectations realistic, it was good to kind of start thinking about that sort of thing.

Also.

Here are some entries from the “Classic Literature in One Interaction” Series that Madeline and I have going:

She's like....maybe not.

Phantom of the Opera:

PHANTOM: HEYCHRISTINEI’MYOURDAD.

CHRISTINE: Awesome!

PHANTOM: I mean…let’s have sex?

CHRISTINE: Uh…nah.

Chose this one for a reason.

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde:

JEKYLL: I’m nice and awesome!
HYDE: JK LOLZ.

JEKYLL: Dammit.

Or more.

Pride and Prejudice:

DARCY: I’m a huge jerk!

ELIZABETH: Yeah you are.

DARCY: (leaning in and whispering) but a sexy jerk.

ELIZABETH: LET’S HAVE FIVE THOUSAND BABIES.

This is before Voldemort lost all his hair.

Wuthering Heights:

HEATHCLIFF. Man I’m a troubled youth!

CATHERINE: LALALALA LOOKITME.

HEATHCLIFF: Ohmigod I love you.

CATHERINE: Nope byeeeeeeeeee

HEATHCLIFF: Sadface. ANGRYFACE.

CATHERINE: LALALALA LOOKITME I’M A GHOST.

HEATHCLIFF: Ohmigod I love you.

OK YOU WIN EVERYTHING IS THE WORST.

All Cormac McCarthy:

CORMAC: Everything is terrible forever but at least I have this thesaurus.