maybes_smashing

job interview, ten am. i don't have anything to wear in the way of pants, so i'm stuck with jeans. if i didn't think i had a good chance of getting the job, it would be a big issue. and i don't really care if i get the job either way. but if i do, i get a big office. which sounds scary because the last thing i ever wanted was a desk job.

i moved furniture around in the living room. things are a little cluttered, but it's just these massive couches. it looks pretty nice.

the puppies keep pulling down our tarp barricades to keep them in the kitchen. i kinda like them running around this way, but they're ignoring the puppy pads a little more often than i'd like. i mean, the carpets need to be cleaned anyway, but still.

i've got about a million (or two) different ideas for poems running around in my head, but everytime i attempt to write them, it doesn't work out. i've got bits and pieces that sound decent, but it's like i've lost my touch. whatever the case, i need to fix it before the fall because i signed up for a poetry course and i don't want to fuck myself.

i think i did fairly well on that final this morning. i got the textbook and notes from robin (the teacher), studied them for about ten minutes, and took the test. all i needed to secure my a was a 76. tomorrow i have a final and i have to put in my last two data entry hours and then all i have to do is learn one more chapter of statistics and i'm done.

then i have two excuses to party on friday: finals will be over and my twenty-second birthday will officially make me old. meow.