February 19, 2002 :: 11:07 p.m.
high velocity liquid carbonated beverage
New layout! Because you know I can't keep the same one for more than a week. Although I do like this one... it's all bright and Bj�rky and it actually looks all right on 800x600. So maybe this one will stay a while.
On to less diary-related news, then. My interview was... frightening. The woman was very nice and under normal circumstances I think I would have liked her. But considering that she was asking me questions that I did not know how to answer - while holding what amounts to the last 13 years of my life on paper in her hands - I can definitely say that she scared the piss out of me. I got all sweaty and clammy and fidgety. My throat was so dry that my voice sounded raspy when I talked. All in all, though, I guess it went well. I got there about half an hour early, so I sat in my car and listened to Rufus Wainwright (his debut album). I closed my eyes and let him serenade me (ooooh); it was calming. Sort of. As calming as it could be. Barcelona is a very soothing song.
After the interview I went to Adam's room and we hung around and cuddled for a while, then went to dinner. I shouldn't have eaten; I wasn't hungry. I did, though. That wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't gone out to eat with Amanda just a little while ago and had a stir-fry and half an apple pie sundae. *groans* I feel so ill. Anyway. It was really good to see Adam. He makes me happier than... well, than anyone. He's great.
Mmm. Now I'm feeling all sappy and romantic. Blast.
I'm taking my grandma to the grocery store tomorrow. I'm not really looking forward to it, because these excursions usually last about two hours and involve mass quantities of small talk and harried housewives rushing about the store. However, she'll probably take pity on my poverty and slip me ten bucks or something. Lord knows I need it. I just barely made it home from Annville today - I think my car was running on fumes a lot of the way. Argh.
Well, I must end this now because Mason is going to bed soon and we have a new "rule": I'll turn off the computer when he goes to bed, and then once he's asleep I can come in and use it again. I'm cool with it, really; I mean, when the computer was in my room I hated it when he used it when I was trying to sleep. So that's fine. I'll probably write more later, if I think of something amusing to say.
edited at 12:00 p.m. I forgot to put this up earlier, so I'm doing it now. I colored the picture of the chick in the striped tights - you can see it here. It's not so good, but it's something.
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