101 useless fact and trivia. Why isn't always 101, why can't it be 100 or 99...or 2...
I've discovered that I'm addicted to comments on my stories. Whenever I get one, I'm the happiest little writer in the world. It's a bit of a bummer when I don't have any.
I hate it when people beg and plead for reviews, but I guess I can understand why it is that they want them so bad. I still don't like it though.
Downloaded the second Bleach soundtrack. It's ok...not great...certainly nothing to write home about...not that I know why anyone would write home about a soundtrack.
The second greatest moment today was when I went to check my financial aide. Was expecting a big fat zero like the last few years (parents make too much money....apparently they believe mom pays for things she doesn't pay for).... they're giving me money. The kind of money that in my infinite having discovered how to live on pitance and nothing little way I could stretch most of the year. Go figure.
Have an interview on thursday for a marketing firm.
I know nothing about marketing. Why it is that these people feel inclined to call me in to talk I have no idea. But it apparently pays quite nicely. I have this stupid question I have to answer...or rather I have to tell a story about it.
I don't think I've ever convinced anyone to see my way about things. I don't even know my way about things so how can I convince them. But apparently I have to come up with an answer by thursday.
I have this feeling that I'm going to suck majorly at this interview thing.
And someone please tag me for a meme.... I'm out of meme's to snitch...for the moment anyways.
I hate it when people beg and plead for reviews, but I guess I can understand why it is that they want them so bad. I still don't like it though.
Downloaded the second Bleach soundtrack. It's ok...not great...certainly nothing to write home about...not that I know why anyone would write home about a soundtrack.
The second greatest moment today was when I went to check my financial aide. Was expecting a big fat zero like the last few years (parents make too much money....apparently they believe mom pays for things she doesn't pay for).... they're giving me money. The kind of money that in my infinite having discovered how to live on pitance and nothing little way I could stretch most of the year. Go figure.
Have an interview on thursday for a marketing firm.
I know nothing about marketing. Why it is that these people feel inclined to call me in to talk I have no idea. But it apparently pays quite nicely. I have this stupid question I have to answer...or rather I have to tell a story about it.
I don't think I've ever convinced anyone to see my way about things. I don't even know my way about things so how can I convince them. But apparently I have to come up with an answer by thursday.
I have this feeling that I'm going to suck majorly at this interview thing.
And someone please tag me for a meme.... I'm out of meme's to snitch...for the moment anyways.