I'm stressing a bit about my ability to find a good job. I've been scouring Monster tonight and it's all weird niche positions that are hiring. Yikes. I think I'll get my Java learn on hardcore for the rest of this week. Gotta do something.
While clicking around on Austin clubs tonight I discovered Erin. She's in/around Austin and has some crazy photoshop skills. The model is a guy. I know: whoa!
I realized today what a lousy and neglectful friend I am. All six of my major Austin friends and I haven't seen any of them in more than a month. I suck and I miss ya.
My mom wrote the below poem. I'm really excited that she's expressing herself creatively, and I thought I'd share it with all of you.
Poem written 8/7/01:
About a little bird that had been found
with an injured eye and unable to fly.
The eye was restored to sight, having
debris removed from the site.However,
after nurturing to return to nature she
was seized by a hawk. This is memory
of our little "grey" bird.
"Little Grey" (bird)
When I happened by; you had but
one eye, and
took you home; now you were
You were so sweet with your
little "tweets", and
Now you could see and belonged
so I thought.
It wasn't long before you grew
knew this happiness
could not last.
In my heart you will
I will "always" remember
You appeared and changed