waco. creation. lease. grays. sick. cut. golden.

Just for the record, I think Waco was a failure. I never got a confirmation that they rejected me, but it's been almost a month since I interviewed. I have to move on.

In the meantime I am trying to create a life that satisfies me. It's like a game. Maintain all areas of my life. Make new opportunities happen. I am joining a yoga studio this week if all goes to plan. It's been about a year since I've done it. I am also planning to start volunteering with the ARC of Central Texas. ARC=Association for Retarded Citizens. I have a background working with people with disabilities so it seems somewhat logical. It's something that I used to enjoy, though I haven't really done much volunteering since I went to college.

Right now I am swept up trying to find a new place to live. My lease here is over September 1, rather, someone else is moving in because I agreed only to live here for a month. I am trying to decide if it's better to live alone or with roommates. I would much rather live alone, but it seems too expensive and rare to find something. Location is sometimes a problem because my job is far away, plus I realized that I don't want to live outside the very inner core of Austin. I am pretty sure I'm going to have to live with multiple roommates. I just hope I can tolerate them.

The stress is getting to me, but in a lesser way than in past eras. My grays are shining away as always. At work sometimes I sit around and pluck them out one-by-one and throw them into the recycling bin. This week is slow because my boss is gone and I have two things to work on. They are not good at keeping my attention. I was so distracted today. I actually almost called in sick this morning because I was sweating profusely and felt dizzy. I couldn't put on my makeup; I had to lay in bed for 10 minutes to calm down. I felt better after I was at work for a couple of hours and then realized I looked like shit. Sometimes it's just like that.

Tomorrow (today?) I cut my hairs. Nothing drastic, but I can't wait to get all the straw off the bottoms of my locks. My hair is so rotten from all the time I spent in the sun and in the water. My hair is curly brown straw with some confused gray spikes in it.

Oh yeah, and Michael Phelps is a great swimmer. Golden boy.