November 16, 2001 :: 1:34 p.m.
death by pretzel
listening to... my fun Sal's hoodie tumbling around in the dryer.
reading... Me Talk Pretty One Day, by David Sedaris.
feeling... ill.
I want to vomit and die.
*bangs head against the desk*
I'm thinking it was the chocolate covered pretzel I had for breakfast.
Ugh. I am so foul.
Anyway. Moving on... Amanda didn't come over this afternoon. I guess she decided to go to school, because she didn't even call. Meh. Whatever. After the chocolate pretzel episode I don't even want to look at food. I'm doing laundry right now, because I want to wear the stuff I got at Sal's (which would be the Salvation Army) yesterday. Can you imagine buying underwear there? They sell it, a ton of it, and it's kind of funny but I can't imagine ever purchasing any. I guess underwear just isn't something that I'd really want to wear used, you know? Wearing someone's old underwear isn't the same as wearing a sweater or something... I mean, sweaters never have skid marks on them. And if they do, well, you've just got yourself some problems.
I can't believe how gorgeous it is outside. My dad just told me that it's like 70 degrees. That's crazy! It's the middle of November; it's supposed to be windy and cold and winter-ish. It is not supposed to be t-shirt weather. But it's alright, I guess. I can deal with warm for a little while.
My shoulder hurts, and I have no idea why. I need a 400 pound asian woman named Ming-Wu to step on my back.
As I mentioned above, my dad is home now, so in addition to the clinking of metal things in the dryer there is now the incessant jazz music that is always on when he's here. Don't get me wrong, I like jazz. I do. But there are only certain things that I can listen to for hours and hours and hours on end, and jazz is not one of them. Something about it becomes jarring after a while. It feels like something is trying to burst out of my eardrums.
Oy. I have nothing to do all afternoon. I could call Borders... I'm supposed to... but I don't want to do it now. Besides, it's Friday, and I'm going away this weekend. If I call and they say that they are indeed hiring some position that I could fill, I wouldn't be able to go see them until Monday anyway. Umm...
... yeah, I'm just making excuses. But I'm afriad to call back. I mean, I already called once and they told me that they decided not to fill the position I was interviewed for. He said they'd keep my application on file, but a hell of a lot of good that does me now. I'm broke and bored and I need a job. I should have asked if they were hiring for anything else, since there is a big huge Now Hiring sign up in the window, but I neglected to do that. I was flustered. Give me a break here. :( Arrrrrgggghhh. I'm such a wuss.
-Amanda
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