THINGS THAT WERE DISCUSSED DURING ANIME MOVIE DAY NOT NECESSARILY IN THIS ORDER JUST AS I REMEMBER IT BECAUSE IT WAS KIND OF A FREE FLOWING CONVERSATIONAL THREAD AND BY THAT I MEAN UTTERLY, DELICIOUSLY RANDOM
- The hypersexualization of Halloween costumes for girls and women
- Viking Burials and how awesome they are and how much we all (yes, me included) want one when we die
- The importance of having a friend who will not only outlive you but be able to shoot a flaming arrow into a boat from 100 metres away and thereby complete the aforementioned Viking Burial.
- How awesome it is that I HAVE JUST SUCH A FRIEND. (Hi Jessi!)
- How annoying Cassie was in The Secret Circle in relation to how awesome Fay was, because yes Fay was "evil" but at least smart and capable of going after what she wanted, whereas Cassie deserved to get kidnapped / beaten up / hexed into oblivion once a week because her stupidity basically brought it upon herself.
- Glasses and glasses chains and how sartorially essential they are
- Careers in dubbing anime movies and how one might set oneself upon that path
- Alien invasions
Needless to say, Anime Movie day was a success. They came, they ate cookies, they watched back to back anime for hours on end, for the most part speaking the lines out loud, and in one AMAZING moment during a waltz scene, partnered up with with each other with many elaborate bows and danced around the Teen Centre.
And when we asked them if they had fun? They said LET'S DO IT AGAIN IN TWO WEEKS.
Like I said. Success.
They said they wanted cookies, so cookies they got. On offer were the classic Chocolate Chip made by one of the LL's that remain a Teen Centre standby and overwhelming favourite, and to that I added Sugar Cookies upon which, perhaps more for my own amusement than anyone else's, I decided to draw emoticons in various frosting colours. Armed with printouts of symbol-faces that ranged from ecstatic to morose to apoplectic to delirious and everywhere in between, I grabbed my food colouring, my icing tips, my steadiest hands, and went to work.
When I originally posted some of these photos on FB, I believe I may have used the term "giggle frosted."
I don't really know any other way to describe what I was doing.
DO YOU GUYS HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH FUN THIS IS? BECAUSE IT'S A LOT OF FUN.
I spent a while doing it by myself before Mum came in saying "Are you watching TV? Are you amusing yourself this much? Have you finally gone round the twist?" To which I responded LOOK WHAT I'M DOING THIS IS SO AWESOME. To which she responded "What's that one supposed to be? A cat?" To which I responded GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
Actually, going through these photos, I realised that many of them demonstrate the daily emotional swings that come with waiting for approximately 50 schools to come back from spring break, waiting for someone to make a decision one way or another in terms of your future employment, waiting for either the culmination or the spectacular failure of a two year career change, and trying not to imagine the fallout if the latter becomes the case.
Actually, I'm amazed that therapists don't employ emoticon cookie frosting faces more often. They are a perfect and non-invasive way to sum up how you feel, plus you get to eat a cookie at the end of it. Just saying. Cookie-based-feeling-therapy could TOTALLY be a new thing.
Come with me, dear reader, on a frosting emo-share journey:
This is how I feel when I get an email that says "sometime in the next few weeks."
It is also how my face looks when I put my bite guard in.
These demonstrate my daily emotional range. Check email. Nope. Check email. Nope. Check email. Nope.
Reading from bottom to top, this is how my day progresses.
1. Wake up positive and optimistic and all "today I'm going to be productive and write a million cover letters and won't care if I don't hear anything because I CAN DO THIS."
2. Why haven't I gotten any emails yet. What is going on. Is my internet connection working? Why is there nothing on television apart from Asia Business Report?
3. Passed out on the floor, stretching, unable to do anything but work on my splits and watch repeats of Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares.
3a. This is normally how Mum finds me when she gets home. With my foot behind my head and feeling smug at at least I know that dairy, protein, and leftovers have to be kept on separate refrigerator shelves. Some people have a safe room. I have the rug between the Pinecone armchair and the Greek and Roman history bookshelf, and an excitable yet well-meaning Englishman yelling at some sleazeball from New Jersey about the cleanliness of his walk in freezer.
The red smiley is the small glimmer I get every time I receive a "Thanks for your cover letter" email. Because, you know, SOMEONE IS OUT THERE.
The green weird-o one above that (that sort of worked? it looked better on paper?) is how I look when I get a rejection email. (And yes, dear reader, I've gotten three so far.) Sad that it didn't work out, but also relieved on some level that I can cross it off in my colour-coded / colour-tabbed "Beetle Gets a Job" notebook and reduce the number of possible future life outcomes from 30,000 to 29,999.
This is how I look when my brain goes into overdrive and I stare straight off into space without moving for several hours.
The black one on the side is the zenned out look I get when I wake up from the above "blank face" and either go running for a really long time, or go stairmastering for a really long time.
Things make so much more sense when I can't breathe and my legs want to fall off. And on the upside, if I'm panting that hard, I can't clench my jaw. Bonus.
BUT DEAR READER. BECAUSE I AM AN OPTIMIST.
THESE are how I am going to look when this is over, and I have gotten a full time teaching position, and the last two years of my life has been validated. First the blue when I do a Happy Dance (possibly set to the Spice Girls) and the pink when I relax for the first time since February 2011, fall into a bliss coma, and sleep for five days.
IT'S GONNA HAPPEN. I HAVE FAITH.
And in the meantime. I have cookies.
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