Free Day

So remember back when Free Days were the best part of being in gym class? Ohhhh its a Free Day Mr. Gordon? Sweet, I will be hanging out on the side of the gym watching the idiots slam each other with red rubber balls, I might actually climb the ropes... nah... I will actually go outside and play four square. See ya.

Or when Free Day in Art class meant you didn't have to work on any set project, you could do whatever you wanted? Which for me usually meant making a peice of jewelry like a bracelet out of something. Even then... into the accessories.

Well I have decided that today... I am having a Free Day. It is barely 9 a.m. and I have to figure out what I am going to do with my Free Day. I have some thank you notes to write, two for interviews last week which were lame (and for agencies, which these will not do anything for me) and one yesterday (and I am not going to say anything because I don't want to jinx it). Two big interviews next Monday, either position actually would be great. That is all I can say.

I am though completely perplexed by what I want to do today. Tommorrow will be an inhome free day meaning that I will get my storage taken care of (meaning things to...), cleaning (meaning get my carpets cleaned and vents cleaned), and generally homebody stuff, but today? Oy. I just don't know. I will go and gas up the car, put the top down and let the day take me where it needs to. Wee. I don't know how I am going to deal with the freedom, but I am going to figure out something. I have to take advantage of it, since I didn't before I temped at mega corp for a couple weeks.

The freedom... sweet jebus... the freedom! I promise not to squander it. Time to pull out the red rubber ball and serve it into the day!

My metaphors suck.

Oh and a secret little public note to the lameass that pulled their blog... you know who you are... don't be such a baby. I know you read my blog too. We all have trackers, mine is right there on the sidebar for you to see... see... go look at it.... your isp is right there in the list....I am not hiding anything. I never have. Its not all that interesting our lives now is it? Have no fear I am not in any way shape or form some bloggerstalkerati, I googled you. That's all. Wanted to see how your life has turned out. And allright by all fronts. Its a good thing. Calm down. This is the internets. Nothing is unfindable anymore. Put your blog back up wussie, I won't read it anymore, you aren't any different really now than you were then and neither am I really, right? I have moved on and don't run and hide from my past, neither should you. Let people in dude. Let them in. It doesn't at all have to be me, in fact, I don't want it to, but really, pulling the blogger suicide business....very livejournal.