Castle Clouds in the Sky

I can't decide if I'm cold or freezing. I also can't unravel as to why my face won't stop sneezing. Is it allergies or am I coming down with some silly case of the sick? One minute I feel peachy and pretty content with being blanketed by my skin. The next minute, I'm considering if my quilted epidermis has developed some holes that I wasn't aware of, letting in a frigid breeze. I'd be glad to patch up any mishaps, but I just can't seem to locate them. I'm uncomfortable to say the least. Thinking of June 4, I expect to be clad in thin cotton shorts and an airy tee as I prepare for sleep, not my sagging winter pants and a rounded long sleeve shirt. Who am I kidding? It's about to be summer...I need to get over this sniffly goop and get back into my June frame of mind.

Last Monday, I became a productive part of my own personal society. I applied for jobs. Only two in real life and half of one over the interwebs. I took my time gazing through the mall in search of places I felt would best suit my needs. Out of probably about 50 stores, I only felt two would suffice. I don't care what you or anyone else has to say, but I can't find it in me to throw down with the old folks who shop at Boscovs. And I definitely can't wear a fake referee shirt and fit people's feet all day for the right size shoe at one of the Foot Lockers. Hell noooo...a girl's gotta have standards, right? Prior to my application process, however, I browsed in some of the stores in hopes to find some new attire that would provide adequate relief in the blistering summer months. (apparently I don't need anything summery at this moment in time...dumb goosebumps and head clog!) The browsing helped ease the tension of the scary job hunting. I'm a newcomer in a lot of ways, especially when it comes to making the money. I'm pretty damn good at saving my cash $ so it wasn't too much of an issue before. I never felt it was necessary to have a job. I didn't really need the things other kids had (i.e. a car or a life). Now that I'm a big time college student, with big time loans, it's probably best to be making some sort of dough. Plus, I never really intended to make a life long career out of standing on the street corner. It was more of an after school hobby.

So applications went through to Bath & Body Works and Barnes & Noble. *Note to self: Don't limit yourself to only jobs with an "&" symbol in their name* I got halfway done with FYE, which had an online application, but then I stopped temporarily until I decide who my professional references can be. Hey, do you wanna be a professional reference for me?! So basically, out of the jobs I've applied to/sort of applied to, I've got some pretty sweet ass times ahead of me if I'm hired to one of the three. I could either be a scented chick who tries to sell you loads of lotions, the crazy chick with the knowledge and good looks (bahahahaha! I meant good books!) or I could be the sassy ass chick who can provide directions to the newest release in heavy metal music. I hope I get a job. It kind of sucks that I have no prior work experience though. Not only did it make for a pretty thin application but people might think I'm lazy cause I haven't ever had a job. I'm not, though. Maybe a little. And I've already heard from some friends and zee Mudder that it shouldn't matter if I don't have prior work experience cause my charming ways and personality should win the employers over. Hmmm...true. But it wasn't that easy to dish out full frontal Kim and make a bitchin' first impression when close to the only words spoken were "What is the process for applying at fill-in-the-blank store?" and "Thank you". It'll be better if I get an interview. Keep yo' fingers crossed!

When I was done applying/becoming sucked into a world that works for money instead of pleasure, I took a stroll to a patch of grass outside of the book store. It was sandwiched in between a parking lot and a busy road. I just sat there. At one point, I layed down. Why not, right? A year ago, if I had been in the same position on that same spot, I highly doubt I would have found comfort in the prickly grass and yellow dandelions. But I honestly felt no shame in maneuvering in between passing cars to plop myself down and just look up. Maybe people were looking at me. Maybe they were too concentrated on rushing home to grab a bite before it was time to return to the routine of working for money as well. Either way, I felt good.

Additions to my room (post 1930's kitchen desk):
- A beautiful sunburst pattern batik cloth that is nailed to the frame where my closet door used to be. The "door" almost has a tie dye feel to it. There are amazing greens, blues and yellows in it but the main color is the exact purple that contradicts the yellow of my walls perfectly.
- An assigned painting on primed, ripped kraft paper of a chair that I did first semester. Now when I say a chair, I really mean a close up of a bundle of winter trees with their boney limbs. The painting holds a great deal of significance because my professor had asked us to paint a chair on paper about six feet tall. I was the only one to not paint a portrait of my desk chair or a bar stool. Instead I chose to portray a tree, which as you know, does indeed act as a chair and for this I received a thorough pat on the back. Birds and squirrels choose to sit on a tree's branches. During a game of hide and seek, young children might climb 15 feet off the ground and sit on a dense branch hoping the seeker won't look up. Hell, you could cut down the wooden subject of my black and white painting and mold it into a normal chair that is fit to go under the cut out of a desk. It is different and it has a good message behind it. Think outside of the box.
- Insignificant drawings of pancakes, mountain ranges, parakeets from Detroit and a free vacuum courtesy of Oprah once she dies.

Sufjan Stevens. Paradise and Ypsilanti.