Gah, I need to consider normal bedtimes again...

Today is the Tubilustrum, which was a ceremony used to make the army fit for war. They sacrificed an ewe and the priests would dance in the streets. The tubae, sacred trumpets, were used in the ceremony.

It's also the Feriae Volcano, which were rites in honor of Vulcan and Maia.

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I had plans to meet KTMack and another friend from high school, who I will call Primaevus ("youthful," he can be a bit immature at times, but he's okay as long as I tell him when he needs to shut up) at 11:30 at the 99 for lunch. This was all well and good, but I woke up at 11:45. I got a querying phone call as I hurried about, trying to NOT resemble a she-beast of the planet Kromulon, but I made it only about forty minutes late so I figured it was okay... sorta...

Oh well. They waited, and it was cool, we got to catch up. I was actually concerned that it might be weird with KTMack, since I haven't really talked to him much except for the occasional wall note on Facebook since we broke up. But you know, it really wasn't. I think the fact that we were always better at being friends than significant others made the transition back a little smoother. I mean, us dating was like three months of frustrated awkwardness, and yet, he's an awesome friend and not the sort of person I'd want to lose touch with. He didn't even bat an eye when I talked about Ryter (I didn't bring it up, Primaevus did). Things are cool. Which is very, very cool.

After catching up for a bit I swung by TJ Maxx to figure out what my manager's name was, stopped in at Curves, which is in the same mall, to ask about summer membership, and then went home to shower and get dressed in my huntin' clothes.

Job hunting clothes, that is. As in, stuff that makes me look mildly responsible and adult. Skirt and a blouse sort of thing.

So I've officially applied at Shaw's and I got applications from Partyrama (it's like iParty only smaller), Hannaford's, and McDonald's, though I've had three or four people tell me that fast food is shitty, low-paying and dangerous, and I honestly don't feel like loitering around grease all day anyway, so I don't think I'll apply there. It seems like lots of places are hiring, at least. I intend to fill out an application to Home Depot tomorrow. I was going to go in today, and then I realized it was a hardware store and I was wearing a skirt, which was probably NOT the proper impression.

I hate this. I hate being petrified of not getting summer employment. I really don't want to spend another summer at home doing nothing but working out and watching TV, bored out of my skull. I need to interact with people. I can't spend too much time alone, I get depressed.

Bon anniversaire!

It's KT Mack's birthday today. He's nineteen. I think. He's also possibly NOT nineteen, and I'm loosing my mind, but I think he's nineteen, which means that a birthday is one step closer to the drinking age but not much else.

I have decided that I should start honoring people when it's their birthday. I missed it with Mistake, but I gave Mistake balloons. I'd give Mack balloons but I won't see him. So I'm giving him hypothetical balloons. Here's a picture of Mack's hypothetical birthday balloons:



Now I get to tell you all about Mack, and how funny and awesome he is, and tell you to go read his blog, which I'm too lazy to link to but it's in the sidebar. Now. I command you. Mind you, he never updates the silly thing, since he, unlike myself, has a life. That's okay though. Lives are important. I'm thinking about putting a down payment on one. Mack's FINALLY going to college next semester, at the same school as my sister. This is cool.

He likes capybaras. Unusually so. Little weird actually. So for his birthday, I present capybaras. I also present sea cucumbers and giant slugs, all of which he is rather fond of. Mack once decided that if he ever became rich he'd have a gold driveway and a capybara enclosure in the front yard. He was planning on raising sea slugs in his closet in high school, but we suspected his mother might object. Mothers are odd like that.

Seriously, though, Mack's a great guy and he's very special to me. So everyone should go over and leave him happy-birthday comments on his last post, even though it's totally from exactly one month ago. I told you, he has a life. This means you don't have to feel bad if you post a day late or something, because honestly, I bet it's another month before he thinks, "Hmm, I had a blog, didn't I?"

"I wish we could do what they do in Katroo.
They sure know how to say 'Happy Birthday to You!'

In Katroo, every year, on the day you were born
They start the day right in the bright early morn
When the Birthday Honk-Honker hikes high up Mt. Zorn
And lets loose a big blast on the big Birthday Horn.
And the voice of the horn calls our loud as it plays:
'Wake Up! For Today is your Day of All Days!'

Then, the moment the Horn's happy honk-honk is heard,
Comes a fluttering flap-flap! And then comes THE BIRD!

The Great Birthday Bird!
And, so far as I know,
Katroo is the only place Birthday Birds grow.
This bird has a brain. He's most beautifully brained
With the brainiest bird-brain that's ever been trained.
He was trained by the most splendid club in this nation,
The Katroo Happy Birthday Asso-see-eye-ation.
And, whether your name is Pete, Polly, or Paul,
When your birthday comes round, he's in charge of it all."
~Dr. Seuss