2006-03-11
Sicky sick sick.
What a waste of a day. I woke up this morning feeling so sick, so cold, so achy that I felt cheated -- I was the one that *didn't* drink last night!
So, I didn't get any work done on my essay today. And that is hugley problematic. It is due wenesday. And my other one is due friday. It's not in disaster mode yet, but it's getting frightening, and I know that every hour I spend... dancing... (don't ask), it makes it harder for me.
I have to go buy a nice top and possibly some pants today. I have to pay for them on my sucky Visa. I am going to a memorial service on Sunday (A friend's mother died. Which is just heartbreaking. Her Grandma died in Novemember; and she hasn't been home. Home is Asia for her, and this means her academic year is a toss-away.) and I have an interview sometime next week that I am hum-hawing over going to. It would be awesome if I could get this job. But I doubt that I COULD. I have almost no references and few relevent experiences. But, hey, I'm a charismatic student. And God provides, right? It's an hour interview, which is what really is turning me off. It's for a community organization that works with disabled people and kids in group homes. You can work in multiple positions -- from kitchens to planning to one on one to group activities etc. Or just cleaning. Maybe it'd be worth going just for the interview experience.
Sigh. Life got so grown up latley.
I think Boy recalled his, well, comitment because I think he was planning forever in like a year. And I'm not. He knows that. And this is so much better and so much more natural. But it hurt so much. I'm so prideful. Letting a boy make me cry? Pshaw. I'm bigger than that. But man, do I have it bad.
suzza at 2:53 p.m.