getting back in the groove

Back to my usual daily (nightly) post schedule. I had a productive day and applied to two more jobs, but unfortunately realized that in both my cover letters I said i was looking for "outpatient" instead of "inpatient" work.... eep. too late now. Hopefully it won't a)make me seem like a total idiot (it already has) b)make them think I was really looking for something outpatient and ignore my application all together. I should have just not attached a stupid cover letter anyway. Anyway, I did get two sent out and I have some more I can do tomorrow, including some research-oriented stuff.

I'm tired, not only from the trip north but because my cousins are staying here for a while to visit. They wore me out, but in a good way. I always like hanging out with them/playing videogames/looking at spiders/watching family guy and participating in all kinds of other youth-corrupting activity. I played pool, listened to stories, watched two consume 2/3 of a bag of double-stuff oreos in under five minutes, heard some awful piano, a bit of middle-school gossip, watched 'so you think you can dance' with one (guess after you've read the whole post), ran around, and all that good cousin stuff.

What I wish I didn't have to do but inevitably spend time doing: attempting to point out that it's not nice to call people you don't like gay/call people gay who are or seem gay, (as an insult)/using 'gay' in a generally insensitive manner. Let's not have a generation of KKK nuts intent on cleansing our sexuality. I wonder why these kids do it. I know in some of their cases it's because their parents are incredibly backwards idiots ::ahem, you don't know who you are, but everyone else does:: but I would have hoped that society would have broadened their horizons just a bit. Not to mention that one quite possibly gay cousin is surrounded by hardheaded bigots who are oblivious to his love of musical theater and 'harem' of 'girlfriends'.
I mean, he just bought a "Legally Blonde: the musical" cd from B&N. Wake up and smell the half-calf double latte with sugar sprinkles.
Anyway, in the interest of defending my future-likely-gay cousin/queer people everywhere, I am trying to step things up a bit in the "don't be a dumbass, kids" rhetoric category. I think it's confusing them more than anything at this point, which is OK. At least they get on some level that something isn't fitting quite right.

I also find myself correcting them about things like 'adults' do. Things like being messy while eating, too loud, etc... It makes me feel old fart-ish. But to my credit, not only am I older, but they are too, so I think a lot of my 'pointing things out' is kindof going along with me thinking they are too old to act a certain age. Although, now that I think of it, maybe I should be taking into account that phenomena where the collective IQ of a room of men drops each time another man enters... Three boys = roughly 1/3 the intelligence per each. I'll consider that next time I'm compelled to point something out.
Anyway, I went on about that longer than I meant to. I like my cousins and they are generally very nice when not acting uninformed regarding civility. We've had a good time. I am looking forward to hanging out with them again tomorrow.
see yas!