Give me love, give me liberty; disco...


Yeah, i have no real way to begin this post, let alone a real way to keep it going or end it. But i do have some good news. Tuesday I have an interview at Old Navy (4:30) and Thursday(my birthday) I have an interview at Motiv(12:30).

A job would be a great birthday present.


Uhh. Otherwise, nothing much has been happening. I've been wondering WHY I'm excersizing on a regular basis again (oh right. Health...stuff...)...but whatever. I'm irritable and tired...and just generally me. Hopefully soon to be employed me.
ummmm. yees.

Actually, JAke and i got the microphones working --you know, over the net -- but they spontantiously stopped, and that annoyed the CRAP out of me. Can't figure out why, either. So we'll try again tomorrow.
(wish me luck)

So, I got tired of staring at white.

The new layout, courtesy of blogger.

: )

Signed, sealed, delivered

Right. Today is wednesday. So. tomorrow is thursday (the third) then friday, the fourth. For those of you who don't know, my birthday is in...eight days. (yes, it did take me the space of the dot dot dot to do the simple math. Lack of brain excersize has left me about as sharp as a rusty thimble.) It's the big 19. Is it sad I'm not really looking forward to it? For the first time in a long time I just want the day to come and go, and I want nothing to do with it. I don't need anything (not true. I need an awful lot of things) but i don't really want them. Ahh well. At least it's only one day a year. Maybe if i pretend it doesn't exist, it won't.

Wound up at your door....
Just finished reading The Blind Assassin. Now, normally i can take Margaret Atwood or leave her -- I'm indifferent. But i really loved this book. It was tragic and complex and all came together in the most lovely way. I'm impressed, and it gets a definite thumbs up. And, seeing as i paid four dollars for it -- even better!

Second hand bookstores rule.

Did my speech thing at the church -- about my time in Africa. I always come back to being able to talk about two events. The rest of it...I'm internalizing. Not wanting to share. Not wanting to talk about. I don't really know why, other than maybe I'm scared that people won't get it. It was all fine and dandy for me to slip back into my old role for everyone else-- but everything was different. And whenever I tried to talk about it I got shut up. No, I'm not pointing fingers or even mildly upset. The idea of my iminent hermit-age doesn't bother me so much as it makes me tired. I've been so tired lately. And with 9 full hours of sleep a night that shouldn't be the case. I'm also hoping this is due to poor eating habits -- i rarely eat ONE square meal a day let alone three -- and stress.

...I can't think of any legitimate way to end this post.
So I'm just going to say...I still hate sunday nights, even when I don't have school or work or anything. Much the same way i hate wednesdays, because i somehow associate them with math.