Hercules!

I can say with about 96% certainty that my first favorite live-action show was Hercules: The Legendary Journeys. What can I say? It was epic when I was a kid.

So, what is it that still makes me love the show? I'm not sure. Perhaps it's the mythical Greek setting (though, admittedly, it's not very accurate) or the witty banter. Or maybe, it's the lovable cast of characters throughout the series, including Hercules himself. Maybe, there are just some shows I will never stop loving.

More on this topic another time, probably, though it could be quite some time in the future. Right now, I'm a little busy getting reacquainted with an old love: HERCULES! (Okay, technically, I was in love with Iolaus, but I love the show itself, too...)

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This is the story of a time long ago – a time of myth and legend. When the ancient gods were petty and cruel, and they plagued mankind with suffering. Only one man dared to challenge their power: Hercules. Hercules possessed a strength the world had never seen – a strength surpassed only by the power of his heart. He journeyed the Earth, battling the minions of his wicked stepmother, Hera, the all-powerful queen of the gods. But wherever there was evil, wherever an innocent would suffer, there would be Hercules.

Prospect on the Horizon

Finally! Good news has arrived!

In the form of a job, not in my career. *Technically*, I don't have it, yet. I still have to go for an interview and pass the background check (which I will). But the person in charge said she would hire me if I pass it, so, I am tentatively optimistic about the situation. Granted, it's not an x-ray position, which I would like much, much more, but it's a start. It will pay my bills.

Speaking of pay and bills and career plans...

I've been considering the Air Force. Not for the first time and not just these last couple of weeks. Long ago, I idly pondered the possibility of joining the armed forces and I've always thought that if I did, it would be the Air Force.

At present I am looking up all manner of information so as to properly make my decision. There are a few things that I have to get pulled together - medical records and such, mostly - just to make sure that I am even qualified. I had asthma as a child, which happens to be one of the top disqualifiers. *frown* So, we shall see...

Speaking of medical records... Ulgh. I have to find the contact info from my physician in Ohio and my dermatologist. Then, I need to find a primary care physician around here, as well as a dentist and get all that stuff taken care of before I am removed from my parents' insurance in February. Did I mention that I have the first payment of my second and my car insurance due in January?

*headdesk* When it rains...

Anyhow, that's it for this time. Back to x-ray career hunting and Air Force research.

<3

The Hunt is On...

The hunt for a job, that is.

I would have hoped that an Associates degree would be a better aid for job-finding that it has thus far proven. Granted, it certainly doesn't help that a lot of places want their x-ray techs already experienced or able to work in multiple imaging modalities. Oh, and there's the state certification thing. Yep. AND my BLS/CPR expired last month. The irony of the situation? I can't do anything about either until I have money. I won't have money until I have a job, and... See a pattern?

Anyhow, I am currently residing on the rainy side of Washington state. It's nice here. A bit cold, though, it is the end of November, already. It rains. Trust me. When they say it rains all the time here, they aren't exaggerating. It rains all the time here. Not that I mind. I rather like the rain.

I am presently the own of an adorable little pale gold tabby (pics included). She's delightful - very chatty little thing - even if she does use her claws and teeth a bit liberally in play. Her name is Kyo. Does she actually answer to Kyo? ... only when she thinks she's going to get something out of it. Other names include Angel, Sweetheart, Schizo, Psycho, and when she's in trouble, Little Sh... yeah, and others.

Anyhow, that's it for this update. No promises on any frequency, though I did figure it was time to let everyone know I was alive.

Later.

I am Daniel!

Behold what happens when you give a bored person internet access...

So, I keep posting after midnight. Last night, I changed the date and time, but tonight I am just too lazy.

I am romantically frustrated just now. Apparently, Hugh Grant has a greater impact on me than I thought. I got to thinking about how beautiful and charming Hugh seemed and from there I began to think of all the beautiful and charming men NOT in my life, making me acutely aware of my chronic singleness.

Sometimes, guys totally suck.

It's probably something to do with me, suppose. Something I'm not doing or something I am doing, I'm not sure, but 'twould seem I do poorly at attracting the opposite sex. Granted, there aren't many of the opposite sex around TO attract, so that makes me feel a bit better about my poor, lonely, and chronically single state.

Part of me realizes, of course, that being with someone doesn't mean I'll be fulfilled. It could very well be that the guy will annoy the heck out of me. Another part of me, though, just wants to be cherished. To feel special. To be treated like a lady, like a woman...

Alas, there is no one, thus back to the faux man-hating.

Sometimes, guys totally suck.

I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before, but my favorite author is Jim Butcher. (Ask who and I'll smack ya.)

Come on, people! THE Jim Butcher! Author of the Dresden Files series? Or maybe you're more into high fantasy, in which case the Codex Alera?

...

Man, I am sorely disappointed in you guys.

Jim Butcher is, in my humble opinion, one of the most brilliant and witty writers today. His characters are distinct, yet realistic, and his writing carries a charm all its own. April 15, I was able to attend a book-signing of his. I was thrilled. I got his autograph. (I even bought his newest book in hardcover so that it will last forever and forever... or, um, at least the rest of my life, providing said book is properly cared for.) He was just as charming and funny in person as he is through his writing.

Oh, that I may be able to write as well as he does someday!! I even told him that I hoped I would write as well as him. His response? "You should set your sights higher." ^^

Wonderful guy, awesome author - but don't just take my word for it. Check out his website: www.jim-butcher.com

Post-Grad Update

Considering the number of times I have tried to keep this thing up, one would think I'd have given up by now. But no. Here I am, once again, giving it yet another go. Likely, this will be the only post for another several months, but I suppose that's okay. It's my blog, after all. I'm writing for me.

Life post-graduation, thus far, isn't much different than it was before graduation. This, no doubt, is largely due to the fact that I have one more class that I'm taking before they will give me my diploma. At least it's the entire (radiologic technology) class. If it wasn't, I'd surely be finished already.

I've a number of things I have to accomplish. Firstly, I really need to finish getting my room in order. My roommate moved across the hall to that newly vacated space. She wanted to sleep, of all things - can you imagine? That means, however, that I don't have to feel guilty about staying up to all crazy hours of the night because I won't be keeping anyone but myself awake. I'm very near to having everything settled into their new, spread out locations, but not quite. My 'everything' drawer - in which I stuffed anything that was scarcely important enough to glance at and that important enough not to toss - was overflowing, and thus I decided that it would be organized and placed in my little black file box. Unfortunately, that entails removing everything from said drawer and separating it into appropriate folders. *sigh* I just can't win. Just can't.

Guilt-issues over the penpal are making the occasional appearance as of late. I'm a mother friggin' hen, y'see. When it comes to my friends, I'd do just about everything in my power to help them obtain contentment. Even if it means speaking harshly sometimes, or bending over backwards, if that'd do any good. I just can't do that very well from a distance - especially since I'm a bit forgetful, and a regular subscriber to "Out of Sight, Out of Mind." I tried to explain that to him, but haven't gotten a response to the email. Kid needs to find himself, then find friends. Much as I wish I could, I can't be there for him from a distance simply because I'm me. Not like he needs or deserves. Worrying about it will only leave me emotionally drained, though, so I won't do so. I do hope he's able to find his happiness, though. Honest, I do. He's my friend, after all.

Ebbs seems to be doing well these days. Knowing that she is finally facing some of her inner demons makes me so proud of her. Once she's able to put all of it behind her, she'll be so much happier and free - she'll be stronger, too. I wish that I could keep her by my side and protect her, I wish I could rip apart all who would dare hurt her, but more than that... My wish for her is to be able to stand on her own two feet, to protect herself, and to be able to forgive - for her own sake. I wish to rescue her from the shadows that would pull her down in darkness, but all I can do is support her as she struggles to find her own light.

I miss her.

All else aside, I'm still single, still writing, and STILL procrastinating. That's it for this post - drop in again... I'm sure there'll be another one eventually.

Death By Portable

Portable

weight: ~ 1000 lbs, give or take


-VS-


Mel
weight: ...considerably less

Girl meets Portable

Death by Portable

I BE... Ron?!

I took a Harry Potter character quiz with the following results. I was... surprised. Me, Ron? Didn't see that coming. >.- I'm rather bossy, actually, so I would have thought Hermione, maybe, but never Ron. Hmm... Strange. Very strange.

You Scored as Ron Weasley You often feel like second best and as a result don't have an awful lot of self confidence, but a truer more capable friend would be hard to find. Ron Weasley 70% Severus Snape 70% Draco Malfoy 65% Albus Dumbledore 65% Remus Lupin 60% Ginny Weasley 55% Hermione Granger 55% Sirius Black 50% Harry Potter 50% Lord Voldemort 25%

Guys

I can't seem to make heads or tails of them. Or rather, one in particular, at the moment. Let's call him 'WN' for his school and occupation. WN works as a nursing assistant on the fifth floor of the hospital at which I am still enslaved serving patient food trays. He is also studying nursing at one of the local universities.

At first, he was just another face in the blur of time which passes between arriving at work and leaving work on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I can only say for certain that I had noted his presence on the floor two, maybe three times in the past.

Then, three weeks ago, he initiated a conversation with me. It was brief and of little import, but for the first time, I actually LOOKed at him, I saw him. He's attractive, with gentle brown eyes and dark hair, and enough facial hair to give him a slightly, I guess you can say, rugged look. His voice is warm and when he smiles... My GOD, he has the most beautiful smile I've seen on a guy. And then I was always looking for him every Tues and Thurs, and thrilled when I talked to him again on the Thurs following our first contact.

Thoughts of telling him I'd like to get to know him better flooded my mind. He was gone last week, must to my disappointment, but finally, on Tues, he returned. And on Tues I told him those words I had rehearsed so many times.

I almost chickened out, and then I almost couldn't utter the words--my vocal cords almost failed me for the first time in... forever. "WN, if I may be so bold, I'd really like the opportunity to get to know you better. ... Even when I work on this floor, there's no saying that you'll work, too. It seems a rather slow way to make friends."

He didn't reject me. In fact, he even asked if I had Facebook. And so I gave him the following information: my name (for Facebook), cell #, and e-mail. He said he'd "add you tonight" on facebook and call me sometime. That was Tues.

Today is Thurs.

He still hasn't added me on Facebook.

I was peeved. So I determined not to speak to him first. If he wanted to talk to me, he'd have to speak first. I even went so far as to not even look at him even though he was clearly in my peripheral vision.

He did.

He even walked with me to the diet office, chatting along the way. He was wearing red tonight. I distinctly recall his hand on my arm or shoulder a few times throughout the night during our brief interactions and even when I had to move around him in a room to position a patient's tray.

Aiyo! I'm so confused--is he interested in me or not?!?? And if he's just being friendly, why must he...

I feel so stupid and childish. I don't want to have a crush on him. I don't believe for a minute that anything of worth could ever happen between us, but still there's a part of me that hopes. And that part of me is asking for a friggin' beating.

I'm not this pathetic, love-struck girl.

I'm single and independent. Furthermore, I like being single and independent. If only I had just my mind to contend with--it's logical--but my heart? it will see no reason.