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elsajeniSo, yesterday I made the most progress I have made so far in getting a job. I had a phone interview with TestMasters, who I think may want to hire me as a math tutor (I may be an English major, but I did get a 1600 and all, and apparently math is the one they have most trouble getting, probably because English majors are a dime a dozen. No, less than that. More like a dime a gross), and I had an in-person interview at a card shop, where the interviewer was so unbelievably positive that she swore she would call me within 48 hours and probably hire me.
And honestly, if neither of these pans out, I'm done. If I don't have a job at the end of this week, I'm going to stop looking, get the UH summer catalog, and see if there's anything good offered in the second session so that I can GET THE HELL OUT OF THE HOUSE. Because, my mother? Is making me crazy.
Have I mentioned that my entire house is on the South Beach diet? Well, except the cat, who remains blissfully fat and is, in fact, gloating. I don't know exactly why we're on the South Beach diet, but we are. Some of us (read: me and my mom) are even exercising on an almost-daily basis. After one week of this, I was infinitesimally skinnier in every dimension (although I weighed exactly the same, which I find annoying), which rather undermines my claim that it's not working can I please have a milkshake now. This week is the second week, and at the end of it, I'm going to have a milkshake to reward myself for being good. Because that's allowed ahahaha.
... Okay, fine, so I actually kind of like the diet. Shut up.
Today, still in sort of a bad mood from job-hunting, I went out to lunch, which put me in a good mood. So, needless to say, I decided that meant I should buy nail polish.
... No, I cannot explain that decision. Although it makes more sense than my next decision, which was to buy a scented candle and a dish to put it in. Anyway, the nail polish is all pink and pretty.
I think my point in this entry is: I have pretty nail polish. Yay.
I think I'll go paint my nails now.
And honestly, if neither of these pans out, I'm done. If I don't have a job at the end of this week, I'm going to stop looking, get the UH summer catalog, and see if there's anything good offered in the second session so that I can GET THE HELL OUT OF THE HOUSE. Because, my mother? Is making me crazy.
Have I mentioned that my entire house is on the South Beach diet? Well, except the cat, who remains blissfully fat and is, in fact, gloating. I don't know exactly why we're on the South Beach diet, but we are. Some of us (read: me and my mom) are even exercising on an almost-daily basis. After one week of this, I was infinitesimally skinnier in every dimension (although I weighed exactly the same, which I find annoying), which rather undermines my claim that it's not working can I please have a milkshake now. This week is the second week, and at the end of it, I'm going to have a milkshake to reward myself for being good. Because that's allowed ahahaha.
... Okay, fine, so I actually kind of like the diet. Shut up.
Today, still in sort of a bad mood from job-hunting, I went out to lunch, which put me in a good mood. So, needless to say, I decided that meant I should buy nail polish.
... No, I cannot explain that decision. Although it makes more sense than my next decision, which was to buy a scented candle and a dish to put it in. Anyway, the nail polish is all pink and pretty.
I think my point in this entry is: I have pretty nail polish. Yay.
I think I'll go paint my nails now.