I'm Handy

So, I accomplished a goal today. When I moved into my apartment I knew I was going to be here for a while and so I've been making some permanent changes. Stuff like painting the wall and placing shelves and rearranging furniture. I thought I had everything the way I wanted it until I decided to put my TV in the Living Room, thus covering up the mirror that hung about the entertainment center. So the mission?

Get this mirror from this wall:

To this wall:

It's harder than you may think and I had to put it on hold because as you may or may not know, you cannot hammer nails into a cement wall. So once I got my hands on a drill, we were in business. Gonna give a shout out to my aunt, Celeste, who has been so helpful with so much stuff including but not limited to letting me use her house so I can babysit a couple kids to earn some extra cash, letting me do my laundry--blankets and all--and lastly, for letting me use her drill and giving me the other tools I needed for this project.


In order to hang a mirror on a cement wall you will need the following tools:

A hand drill, drill bits, plastic fillers, and screws of choice.


These tools will also help:

They came out of my super cute tool box which is actually a bag.

And now we begin.


Figure out where you want to put the mirror on the wall and mark where the screws need to go. This mirror needed 2 screws so I had to use the level in this part of the process. Once you have the marks, drill a hole in the wall.

Make sure the hole you drill is deep enough for the plastic filler to fit in and hammer it in.

Should look like this:

Next grab your screws and drill them into the filler. I picked the ones I did, A.) Because they're pretty, and B.) Because they were the right length.

And once it looks like this you will be ready to hang the mirror up:

Mount the mirror and check yourself out. I sure did. I look so bad-a with power tools.

And there you have it folks, mission accomplished. I fell in love with my apartment all over again today. 

What I'm Listening To: 

For You (I Will) - Teddy Geiger
Show Me What I'm Looking For - Carolina Liar
Misery (Acoustic) - Maroon 5
Fix You - Coldplay
Lost - Michael Buble
Uprising - Muse
Undisclosed Desires - Muse
Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons
Last Christmas - Florence + The Machine
The Story - Brandi Carlile

Job Hunting...still

So here's a thought. I hate filling out job applications. I hate that I have to fill out the same exact stuff every single time and that it takes so long and that I know someone more qualified than me is applying for the same job. It is such a hit to my self-esteem. I read this article in this months Cosmo (yes Mom, I read Cosmo) about how those of our--well, my--generation are more susceptible to feelings of inadequacy when life doesn't go according to plan. I would just like to say that if your life can ever be a described almost exactly in a Cosmo article, it's probably time for a lifestyle change. Which is the state I'm currently living in.

If there is anything I have learned in my now 20 years of moving and financial struggles, family feuds and personal failures, it's that life is anything but perfect. Life just happens and you can't predict or control it. So why we (those of the Millennial Generation) see it fit to take it personally when things don't go how they were supposed to is beyond me. I say that because I do it too. Every semester I don't attend college, I take it personally and I blame myself in some way for not making it work out. Every time I lose a job I see all the mistakes I made and I think of how I screwed up. Every time I break up with someone... oh wait, that's never happened. But I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that I'm too hard on myself. Yeah, I make mistakes and the choices I make do have repercussions like not going to school, not having a job, not having a boyfriend, not fitting the model stereotype, not whatever, but that doesn't lessen who I am as a person and I can't let those things define me.

I have a lot to offer and I realize that more and more everyday. I am talented and funny and smart and fantastic. Eventually someone is going to see that and give me a freaking awesome job. Because I deserve it. And I need it. I just have to endure a few more job applications.

"...peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment; And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes."
--D&C 121:7-8

On a brighter note, I got "The Song That Never Ends" stuck in my aunt and cousin's heads.

The end.

Hampsters

About a month ago my roommate and I had a bonding experience where I didn't have a job or money and so she bought me dinner and afterwards went to a pet store to look at puppies. We didn't see any puppies but we left with two hampsters. The lady who sold them to us said they were too young to tell what gender they were but Brittany and I are very confident that we have a boy and a girl--Luke and Lorelei. This belief comes from some very in depth research on Brittany's part and was pretty much confirmed when we caught them doing the dirty in their 'Timber Tent.' And that's why we have the honor code. If Lorelei is not pregnant than she has really let herself go. She has recently taken a fond liking to jumping off the 'Timber Tent' in the hopes that she will escape her cage. After a week and a half of not even touching the top you'd think she would give up hope. But no, she keeps on trying. She gets props for her dedication.

Also, I'm pretty sure Luke is scared of her because he just hides in the 'Timber Tent' all day. Sometimes when they misbehave, Brittany and I threaten to take it away. We're such good parents. Brittany wears the pants in our relationship. She's our breadwinner since I no longer have a job. I had been working at this tiny little call center for like a month but I couldn't stand it so I quit.

I was a telemarketer, which I didn't like, and I was one of very few LDS people who worked there so it just wasn't a good environment. Plus the pay was not enough to justify working a job I hated. So now I am looking for a new job. I'll take just about anything that isn't a call center. But I need to find something quick because I don't want my parents paying my rent again or my roommate buying me anymore food. That makes me feel pathetic. If I were smart I would woo boys into taking me on dates and feeding me. But A. I'm not that heartless and B. Provo boys only date skinny girls. I think next time my bishop or--more likely--my dad asks why I'm not married I'm going to tell them I'm a lesbian.

The moral of the story is, don't buy hampsters unless you know what gender they are.

THE END.



What I'm listening to:
Not Over You - Gavin DeGraw
Turpentine - Brandi Carlile
Girls Just Want to Have Fun - Greg Laswell
Ghosts - Laura Marling
Home - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon