Boring Life Is Boring

Some Things, In No Particular Order

• Still job-hunting. I'm waiting for more information from the Jobs Initiative people on when the orientation/workshop is. Yesterday I applied for a job at Borders, waiting to hear from them. Looking for other stuff and refusing to be stressed about it. Although I may have to kill my entire family, who are masters of meddling and unsolicited advice and are driving me crazy.
• Did Father's Day dinner at my grandma and grandpa's on Sunday, which was pleasant. My uncle's wife is a really neat person, even though she's still adjusting to the States, and my baby cousin is the cutest toddler in the history of the universe. He's three so he spent the entire evening bouncing off the walls, but he's still cute.
• Apparently two of my great-great-uncles on my dad's side were presidents of El Salvador. Before they got assassinated. No, I don't know which ones, but still pretty neat.
• I'm halfway through the second season of Dexter, the third season of Teen Titans, and the fourth season of Supernatural. So, you know, I've been watching a fuckton of television, obviously.
• I know I've been badly spoiled by the SGA and SPN fandoms, which have a pretty high proportion of sheer brilliant crack and kinky fucks, respectively, but NCIS has a terrible fandom. I cannot believe how depressingly hard it is to find good, IC Gibbs/Tony. I've only read like ten fics I actually liked, and most of them were by Nix.
• My continued inability to do a non-rubbish four-strand braid or a french-braid of any sort is seriously annoying. How hard can it possibly be to braid hair, self?
• I got nailed by a goathead this afternoon. OWOWOW. For those of you who don't live in the desert, they are also known as puncturevine, they grow everywhere, they shed large, hard-as-rock spiny stickers that are capable of puncturing a bike tire, they FUCKING HURT.
• I am pretty much about to die of boredom. Whyyyyyyyy can't I find anything to do for more than five minutes?