I had an incredibly good job interview today with these people. Its for a position as a coordinator of special events. So anyone who has any left over luck can send it over my way. I should know by the beginning of next week.

 
Thank you for keeping your promise.

 
Happy Birthday to James. And while I'm at it, congrats on graduation. And thus begins my whirlwind weekend of graduation fun. One on Saturday and another on Sunday and nothing but parties and fun in between. Hopefully I won't get sick this year like I did for mine last year.

Of course all of this graduation hoopla does not come without some self-reflexive thoughts. A year ago Sunday, I graduated from college. I decided that I would take a year off to enjoy life a little before throwing myself back into school. And as much as I may have bitched about life in the past year, it really wasn't as bad as I made it sound. I did get to travel a bit.(albeit, mostly to just one country. But I did go to three different cities there.) And it was nice not having the added pressure of school to deal with for a year. But as the rejection letters from grad schools began rolling in, I am realizing that I may be taking another year off. Which is fine with me, to be honest. Because while this year was somewhat relaxing, it was also a rough one at times.

This year off has helped to solidify my decision to go to grad school. I realize that's where I belong right now. And it has nothing to do with the horrible job market or the fact that I miss acting like an undergrad. I can honestly say, that I miss school. I miss doing research and writing papers and being in a classroom. I miss having in-depth discussions about a novel or semiotics. I miss the academic part of college. I can't help but feel like I've gotten dumber in this past year. My friends and I never seem to have anything really intellectual to debate. We all make this comment from time to time. We just feel braindead. And it's not like we don't read or watch film, but none of it seems that important any more, at least at this point in our lives.

So, hopefully, it's off to grad school I will go, eventually. Then I will have to fake my death and sell crafts in Tahiti in order to avoid my student loan debt. Well at least all my friends will have a place to come visit then. Of course, like him, it's not something I am going to want posted in my alumni magazine (especially since that will prove that I only faked my death).

 
I love going to Wal-Mart at 2:00 in the morning. For one, it's the only time I am even willing to step into the place. Plus there's always something interesting to see. Last night I stopped on my way home to get some cough drops and medicine. As I get into line, I notice the items the man in front of me is purchasing:

a bouquet of flowers,
a mothers day gift set with lotions, bath puff, etc.,
some very nice hand towels with a floral pattern,
and two packages of adult diapers.

I sure hope his mother had a lovely day today.

 
I again have a viable internet connection and a working computer so the blog is back is business. So as a celebration of this fact I am going to bitch about my day.

I wake up early to pick up James from work so that he he can get to his thesis defense on time. The plan was that I would bring him to school and back and then wander around the quarter for a little while. Not so much. Instead, I arrive, park my car and within all of five minutes, I see that it is being towed. Apparently today was street cleaning day and I was in the way. So a cab ride and $100 later I have my car, and James and I are speeding off to Tulane so he won't be late. Then after he gets done, due to a miscommunication, he gets a ride with a professor to work while I am trying to find him on campus. Only to have to go back to Good Friends anyway because all of his stuff is still in my car.

Can I just go back to bed and pretend today never happened?