It's Like a Scene From a Zombie Movie...

I cannot sleep. I lie in bed and just lie there. I don't sleep. It's driving me slightly bonkers. I have been up since eleven am Thursday and it is now nearly five am Friday. I was in bed for a few hours earlier and was lounging on the couch earlier as well but I gave up and decided to update my blog. I don't know if my insomnia is due to my new surroundings, new school, new room, new noises, new whatever or if it's just worse than usual but it is absolutely worse than usual. Before, when I'd have bouts of insomnia it would be for a few days at a time and then I could go back to a normal sleep schedule. I haven't been able to have a normal sleep schedule since I moved here. I try not to stay up too late, I try to unwind before bed by reading for a little bit, I try not to sleep in too much in the mornings but it doesn't seem to help. I'll lie in bed for hours before I am finally able to fall asleep but even then I sleep very light and wake up every half-hour to hour. So even if I manage to fall asleep by three in the morning and sleep until ten, my seven hours feels much more like five hours of sleep.

Though on the bright side, I still don't have a job so I don't have to worry about being a zombie at work... That's right, I've lived in Bakersfield for two days shy of a month and I still don't have a job. This is just an uplifting entry isn't it? I was really hoping to work at Color Me Mine which is basically right around the corner but I haven't gotten any reply from them despite my popping in to follow up. Then I can't seem to get any sort of answer as to who I need to follow up with or even if the location is still hiring at PetCo. I received a nice "thanks, but no thanks" letter from Target, that one nearly broke my heart. My favorite store rejected me. Not to keep sounding like Debbie Downer but even my one call from a potential employer ended up leading to a big fat goose egg so far. I applied at Go Wireless, a local Verizon wireless retailer, and received a call from the regional manager stating that he would like to meet me for an interview and that he's interested in possibly hiring me for one of their locations (about 4 miles away). Of course I say that I would love to and we set up an interview for Saturday morning at eleven. Saturday morning at about 9:30 the regional manager calls and cancels and we still need to set up a new interview time. So this one is basically in a holding pattern.

But I do have some excitement to look forward to: Mom's probably coming up/over this weekend to visit me! I've been all kinds of lonesome and I only have one of my two classes on Monday so I thought it would be a perfect excuse for her to stop by. Not that I need an excuse to think people could stop by but this was just the loverly cherry on top. We probably won't do much but I don't care. I'll have someone to hang out with. I still haven't made any friends at school so the majority of my real conversations are over the phone. Not that I don't love chatting on the phone but I love real chatting so much more. I keep telling Dad that I just need a cat so then I have someone to talk to but I think I have a long way to go to convince him to agree with me. For a couple weeks I did have JuJu McGumbo here with me, though he was only interested in my presence when he though it was dinner time, but sadly he died last weekend. Shortly after I cleaned his home and changed his water he got sick with Ick and was unable to recover. It was really hard watching him get sicker despite my best efforts to help him. For those of you that don't know, or remember, JuJu McGumbo was my beta fish who had so much spunk and personality that I had to use a Psych reference to name him. After he died I couldn't help but think about the episode of The Cosby Show where Rudy's goldfish dies and they have a funeral for him in the bathroom. I could understand how the death of a creature that has a memory of 3 seconds could be upsetting. When you talk to your fish you don't take into account they can't even remember the beginning of your sentence, you just care for them and are entertained by their silly suppertime dance. Let me tell you, JuJu McGumbo had a killer suppertime dance, and he attacked those beta pellets like a shark which prompted me to hum the Jaws theme whenever I fed him. RIP JuJu McGumbo: June 2008-September 2008.

I'm going to try to sleep again. Hopefully I'll get a bit of shut-eye otherwise Mom won't want to hang out with me too much. Sorry if this post was ridiculous but you were warned, I can't sleep so I really should not be held accountable for any ramblings. Sounds like my upstairs neighbor is awake. I'll write later about my apartment life and school schedule when my brain function is slightly higher.
Loves.