settling

I'm now 2 1/2 weeks into my new job and all is well. The only complaint I have right now is money. I'm doing a job that is beneath my qualifications and quite boring for me and I took a paycut, but I'm finally doing something in my field and I believe there is strong opportunity for growth - the last two people hired before me have already been promoted. We'll see.

Items of interest: got my brakes fixed Friday (over $300!), went shopping in Wilkes-Barre Saturday, Carrie is home for awhile, the bf and I are doing well, got my glasses last week, tried cooking . . . with real meat. Okay, boring week. It's apparently been a time of settling in to my new atmosphere. . . and stressing about my career. Carrie keeps telling me not to stress, but as I told her, I need something to worry about because everything else in my life is just. . . fine.

Sweet. . . just remembered "The O.C" Season 2 DVD came out today. I'll probably wait a few weeks before buying it seeing as how I had to blow so much mula on brakes and then shopping. Hey, a girl needs fall clothes, dammit! In fact, I need some more. I don't think buying four tanks and a skirt really counts toward the fall clothes count.

You would think with all my pop culture awareness and whatnot, I'd have better taste in television, movies and music. Sometimes I ask myself why my entertainment center is cluttered with such classics as Here on Earth, A Walk to Remember, First Daughter, A Cinderella Story, Sleepover, Drive Me Crazy, and The Prince & Me and DVD sets of "Dawson's Creek," "The O.C." and "Laguna Beach?" Why is my car filled with the musical stylings of Lindsay Lohan, Hilary Duff, *Nsynch, Mandy Moore, Ashlee Simpson, and Britney Spears? Is Wes (and all of my friends) right? Do I really have the same tastes as a 12-year-old? I wonder if I'll still be listening/watching teenybopper stuff well into my 30s. . . .