My thoughts exactly.
Two job interviews down, two to go. One in St. Louis on Wednesday, one in on Chicago Friday. All that = too much I-70 for me.
I forgot my parents' anniversary. I am a horrible child. But I bet I'm not the only one who forgot. And besides, I didn't even know what number of the month it was all week. Vacation does things like that to you.
Tired. Must translate focus group tape. Tired > need to translate. But that means I'd have to do it tomorrow night and we all know I don't want to do that...
I am always hungry.
It's been a dizzying past few days.
I got home in Iowa at 2:20 Friday afternoon. By 2:30, I had three job/internship interviews in the works. Now I'm up to four and it's like I'm living in an alternate universe. So I'm going to Kansas City on Wednesday for two interviews on Thursday, I have a Chicago interview over the phone tomorrow (which will turn into an in-person in a few days if they like me) and one in St. Louis next week (meaning I will have to miss Fritz's class). IN-sane.
Of course, I wasn't expecting any of this. I was calling off the job search for a week, so I didn't even bring home my portfolio. Luckily, my dashing boyfriend Fed-Exed it to me. I brought no nice clothes, so my parents and I made the most harrowing shopping excursion in the world yesterday (but I do look damn good). I got my hair cut and highlighted on Saturday. It's like my own personal Makeover Story.
I also conducted a focus group today, which went pretty smoothly. I lifted weights, took a big nap, went on a walk with my mom and P and taught my mom how to play The Sims. It's been a big day. After my phone interview tomorrow, we're going to the yarn store. Yessssssss. I'm going to make an awesome sweater and need to get some mohair yarn. And some wool for those stupid slippers. I will work on those in the car to KC.
And I'm ready for bed.
My cold is gone, the violently-ill spell is over and I watched "Blue Crush" yesterday afternoon. So here's some unsolicited advice to the masses:
* If he makes you unhappy, break up with him.
* Be with people who make you happy, not those who you
wish would make you happy.
* Maria White, if you don't update your blog I'm gonna call the neighbors on you.
* To all the media-types: Don't go around thinking this war is going to make you look good. It's going to kill a lot of innocent Iraqis (especially children) and you look like a dumb-ass for touting it. Not to mention that nobody really cares what you do.
* Clean up your own damn dishes.
* A Cadbury Egg, even uneaten, will cure what ails ya.
* If you're a mom and you're scared, the kid will take care of you.
* If your name is Penny Lane and you even
think about eating your big sister's socks, you've got another thing coming.
* When trying to felt a knitting project, make sure you used wool. Or else you will start screaming and throwing your stat textbook haphazardly around the room in anger.
That last one is for me. Hindsight is blinding.
Tomorrow I'm heading back to the place where they'll give you their shirt and their back to go with it if your crop should happen to fall. You oughta give Iowa a try.
It's Friday night and what am I doing? Homework. Why? My only friend/other half is slaving away in the Home section at JC Penney's. But no matter how much I do the homework will never end. I will be stuck in a mountain of paper and numbers for the rest of my life. And I think I'm getting sick. At least I get to go home in a week and be woken up by a big brown nose on the face of a wriggly gold dog. She doesn't understand naps.
Remember when everything was "scarring," Abby? And we would have group hazing and shove people off the side of the stage (especially Nanie)? Well,
these girls definitely need to be hazed and are more scarring than anyone else I have ever met. I may or may not be related to the one who said some inappropriate about balls.
If I had the ability to be embarrassed by my parents, I probably would be. But it's impossible to embarrass me when I am the soul proprieter of the "Kristin Buel All-Request Hour."
Amy says it's 11 days until spring break. She might choke on a graham cracker and then we would have to get Justin "Heimlich" Marciniak over here to not save her life.
So if you read
Justin's blog you would know that he quite un-valiently tried to save someone's life. I'm sorry, but sometimes I just have to choke. It's a good thing I can take care of myself. I gave him a shot at heroism and what happens? I very nearly die. But he irons really well, so the relationship has once more been saved.
I didn't tell you. I went to a dog show (DOG SHOW!) on Saturday. Justin came too. It was so much fun, even when I accidentally kicked a little dog. The thing was seriously smaller than my foot. I never liked little dogs anyway. And I met a man who sells quillows (blankets that fold up into pillows) for $64. I made my dad one for less than $10. All the signs point that my crafts should be making me rich when, in fact, I...am not. But I highly recommend dog shows. I especially liked the grooming.
Today was a Domestic Goddess sort of day. I grocery shopped, baked eight mini loaves of french bread, made italian sausage meatballs and a really yummy salad with cucumbers, and cleaned the kitchen approximately 16 times. I also did a buttload of primary research, whose primary job, coincidentially, is to make my eyes cross. It worked. But the research is done (until more surveys come in tomorrow) and my hands are dry and all my Sims have switched houses and are making love connections. We even had a little girl-on-girl action today (I just wanted to see what would happen. It wasn't too exciting.).
The best (well, one of the best) thing about being best friends with Abby is that when you both have the same kind of drink (very small margarita) you both end up the same way (kind of drunk) and just look at each other and laugh. She bought a waffle maker for $8 last night. I don't know where she is right now. Adhar went to Mexico for the week under some not-so-good circumstances and Abby has 80 million jobs and I talk to my fish when I'm alone, which is most of the time. I found two mice I liked - one is blond and the other is black and I would call them Peanut and Pepper. And then I would have Peanut and Pepper and Penny. And when Penny met Peanut and Pepper, should would try to eat them. Or else she would be really scared and cry a lot.
Things Penny is scared of:
Her own reflection
Her own bark
The wind
Stretch limos
Things she ate this week:
Dog food
A headband-style ear warmer
Things she threw up this week:
A headband-style ear warmer
Pieces of sock
Where the sock came from:
Not quite sure
Abby's home! Her first words? "Girl Scout cookies!!"
I am in the worst mood I've been in in a long time (and some of you know that's REALLY bad). I called my mom to vent and I probably will again in a few minutes, but here's the gist.
1. There are so many people who can't afford healthcare and the government is jacking them around and not all doctors are terrible and some of them want to help but nobody is listening, so people with diabetes and heart conditions can't get their medication because those aren't considered "disabilities" until a stroke or amputation occurs.
2. Nobody in Columbia has the size knitting needles I need. Nobody. The people that MIGHT are going to charge me $13 per set.
3. The Women's Center told me the wrong date for crocheting. It's tomorrow, not tonight. They're lucky it's not a new episode of the West Wing.
4. The job hung could not be going any worse. Seriously.
I still don't feel any better. And I've decided I shouldn't get a mouse because I'd be a bad mother and wouldn't have enough time to play with it. I hate this week.
I am in over my head. I promised to make 4 quilts for 4 foster kids in New Florence and I'm way behind (like, a month behind) and I need help. They're really easy - blocks sewn together - and they're all cut. If someone could help me iron and tag-team sew or something, that would be great. I also have to crochet a blanket for the 5th kid, but I don't want to start that until I get these done. I think I need to get a full-length ironing board instead of the crappy little one on the back of our laundry room door because that thing shakes and the laundry room is like a sauna. My pores are clean.
So if you want to help, you + me = best friends for life.
If anyone wants to learn how to crochet, come to the Women's Center tomorrow night at 7 p.m. for the first "Stitch 'n Bitch." I'll be teaching. I figured out that if I charged people for lessons, I would have quite a bit of money. But I don't, so I don't.
Last night, Abby and I learned that plungers have many uses, including unclogging a sink full of potato peels.
All of my pants are too short. My legs are too long. If I re-hem them, will I cause irreversible damange? Well, at this point, I don't really care because I look like a goober.
