Reality is my stalker

So now that the birthday excitement is calming down (I get a weekend of party, and then I get another weekend of eating delicious food and playing board games all day -- how fabulous is that?) the cold hard facts of my summer are slowly sinking in.

I need to make money so that I can buy my plane ticket to Japan. I don't currently have any way of making said money. Uh-oh...

I did apply for two jobs today -- both as prep cooks in semi-upscale restaurants. It'd be a fun job, I think (I like chopping things, and I'd like to see how exactly you make a pot roast for forty people every night), but I have no relevant experience and can only hope that they call me in for an interview, thereby allowing me to charm them with my aura of fun hardworking-ness.

Luckily, I do have lots of things to distract me from worrying too much about getting a job -- Biku's coming over tonight, I have Japanese to study, there's lots of good books to read, and of course, the World Cup to watch. So really (as I often realize when I complain about my life via blog) things aren't that bad. Yes, I need money, but there's still time to get it, and in the meantime I might as well enjoy all the good things around me.

(P.S. -- I may have mentioned this before, but I love getting my presents all spread out and in different ways. I got some for graduation, some on my actual birthday, some this weekend, and today Brier sent me a lovely necklace in the mail! And I still have Zen's present to look out for! So instead of one day which is over far too fast, instead I've had what seems like weeks of celebration and exciting moments of unwrapping. Hurrah!)