Coffee in the Summer

I did a tally last night. I have over 5 pounds of pure caffinated coffee in my freezer. I drink 2 pounds a month (not including coffee I get when I am out).

Do I have a problem?

If you worked with me at my night job you would say I have a problem (whenever I say night job like this it makes me think of being a "lady of the night," but really it is just filming night classes for distance learning people through my university).

I can drink a whole 12 cup pot in one sitting. I kid you not. I really love the way it tastes and most often refer to it as my liquid crack. There is nothing better than a comfy couch, a good book, and a cup of coffee.

So do you think now that it is reaching 100 degrees (and that is American degrees, my "German Tourist," not your fancy Euro degrees) is it wrong that I still like my hot cup O coffee?... or two or three or four a day?

Feels like a Year

It feels like a year since my last post. Life is sucking my energy dry. Three jobs, three summer classes, and the ongoing battle to try and find a job are not the most ideal combination. I can hardly find time to wash my clothes, so when I do wash my clothes it is normally at the expense of something else... namely my good friend sleep.

When I do sleep I have nightmares. I am about to graduate college and I am jobless. I never really thought it would work out this way. I keep thinking 'surly this isn't happening.' But then I wake up and it is. I just cannot find a job.

I'm a good person, with a good heart, a strong worker, very creative, trained in PR, very loyal, easy-going, I adapt quickly (the whole hurricane semester going to a new school figuring out what it means to be a Texan), and I am very jobless. Not just a little jobless, VERY jobless.

My brothers got jobs right out of college. This whole situation is making me feel kind of like a loser (though deep down I know I am not, sometimes I just can't help feeling that way).

Sigh, I must work on some school work now at the library and then I need to go home and work on some more school work. It just never ends.

I must compliment myself on my job search notebook. I have each city I want to work in sectioned off and then within the city I have have different companies I want to work for and those are sectioned off and then there is a color coding 'notes' post-it telling me if I have recieved word from them.

My Sassy Mouth

I liked the feeling of the words as they rolled around in my mouth and then hit a boy like a ton a bricks. The boys on my soccer team can be... um... what's that word I am looking for... a little too self certain about their skills on the field. Soccer boys. I am back playing on the co-ed team (thank goodness I am tired of all that catty female stuff) and yesterday was our first game.

I told one guy that he needed to score when he was in... only half kidding... but then a girl scored when he went on. I was on the field with him at the time and yelled over to him, "Are you taking notes? That's how it's done." (seriously joking!)

The captain laughed and then said something like, "Oh Josie, talking back on the field. I remember when she would play the whole game without making a noise. She was so quiet." He looked liked a proud father.

Whatever, I was just scared of them when I first started playing.


Random thought of the day: Driving home at midnight through the flood zones is pretty scarey and really creepy. At least there are street lights now. Decaying houses look and smell just... well, there aren't any words for it.