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08 February 2010 @ 01:56 pm
Not exactly in a happy bubbly mood today. I just got back from Pier One where I was supposed to have an interview but the woman in charge told me it wasn't needed because the position had been filled. Bitch much? I mean, I went out of my way to get all nice and spiffy-looking, which requires not only an extra half-hour of hair straightening but also nail polish, lip gloss, and carefully applied eye make-up as not to overdo the liner so I come of looking wide-eyed and pretty, and not like I'm meeting some people at the arcade to play DDR (I'm very bad at DDR, by the way, my friend Celia has been trying to approve my dance skills for years to no avail at how horribly uncoordinated I am).
Anyway, could she not have had the deceny to call me and not make me feel like a total moron for walking in there? Or better yet, why not interview all the people applying before making a biased decision? I know that most people my age are unreliable and would rather spend their time texting than working, but I'm not your average 19-year-old. I hate texting. I always run out of space when I have something important to say, and I hate the way people abbreviate words. Seriously, I've seen how fast you can type on your phone. Would it kill you to type the extra four letters in "How are you?" rather than "how r u?" for example. No, it would not. Especially for the large majority of you who have Blackberries and iPhones and Sidekicks which have full-out keyboards. Anyway, I like working. It comes from my inability to sit still. And more than that, I'm good at it. I'm quick, I'm smart, and I'm more dependable than most people twice my age. I don't do things halfway.
So yeah, I'm a little insulted to say the least.
On with my life, the weekend went well. Friday was long and draining, but by the time I got to the beach to meet Smirky boy, basically all my anticipation had faded away to temporary exhaustion. I was just too tired to worry about it anymore, or mentally plan ways the conversation could go. So he showed up, a few minutes late, but he brought me a hot chocolate from Dunky's. He even made a crack about how sorry he was not to have a Charlie Brown movie to go with it. And I just had to smile, because it's really a wonder he still remembers these things.
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bitchy05 February 2010 @ 12:44 pm
So today I have my meeting with Smirky boy at the pond...which is utterly confusing and terrifying and exciting and I could use so many adjectives I should stop now. And tomorrow John and I have our kinda-maybe date at the Brazilian Grill. So, I have a fun-packed weekend. I also have to figure out what I'm wearing to the Brazilian Grill, because I wore my best black skinny jeans today with this red sweater I got at Old Navy right before Christmas. And it's too cold to wear my jean pencil-skirt, even if it is with my black tights with the ribbing. Hmmm...
Time to review this week's TV Shows.
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aggravated04 February 2010 @ 05:36 pm
In a slight turn of events that makes me feel better about being screwed over yesterday, Pier One called me and I've got a job interview on Monday! *jumps around happily* And that's about it... I just need money to get my laptop fan fixed. Oh god, my whole entire life is on there, literally. I write everyday for at least and hour and the Vaio has all of it. Not to mention like 4,000 dollars worth of music, all my Glee episodes, all my pictures, and my icons and banners. And my writing, did I mention that?
Thus, I will buy external hard drive along with the new fan. I am not having all my writing and all my music disappear if anything happens to my pretty little red baby like it did to my desktop last time.
excited03 February 2010 @ 02:09 pm
You know when your life is going so unbelievably well that you get to the point where you're practically waiting for something bad happens? *raises hand* I expected, you know, for my alternator in my car to die or my dog to end up in dire need of a trip to the vet I couldn't afford. Or to break something I would need immediately, and therefore have no money to fix it.
No, last night I came home from the gym to take the dog out and shower before going to the movies with a friend. And who ends up sitting on my porch? Well, to be fair, I'll call him Smirky, because it's his right to privacy and blah, blah, blah. He's just sitting there, holding his iPhone and staring at me. Of course, I haven't seen this boy in five years. And when I did, he was...ugh, he's impossible to explain. He's the kind of person that one moment is acting like you're utterly beneath him, narcissitic, womanizing, frustrating, arguementative, but even at that level you're inexplicably drawn to him.
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