i can't reach you and it's killing me
me: i can't find my scissors.
adam: maybe you shouldn't have lost them.
me: i didn't LOSE them.
adam: then what happened to them?
me: someone ate them.
chentu: i'm sorry...did you just say that someone ATE your scissors?
adam: she's a little weird, but you get used to it after a while.
so i was walking to work the other day, and my head boss, the guy who doesn't work with us but tells us everything we have to do, who kind of scares the pee out of me, pulls up next to me, leans out, and says, "i've got a proposition for you." and i was like, "...ok." then he offered me a job, as a resident assistant. i guess someone dropped out, and he was all, "i asked myself who would make a good RA...and i told myself, SARA. that's you." so i have an interview on friday. i think it would be hilarious if i actually got the job. i would be a terrible RA. i don't know what he was talking about. i don't even like most RA's. they are kind of assholes, and i would have to spend like two weeks before school with all the rest of them, doing "team building exercises" and "role playing" and "shooting myself in the face."
if the interview goes well, i might do it, though. it's a free room.
we had a pretty great time in motley. kyle and i got too drunk and argued all night, about grammar? and probably other things. that is just how we have conversations. we usually have the same point, we just have to argue about it. the weekend also involved a drive to brainerd while the boys built a deck, a bonfire, and a whole mess of kitties. and i guess there was a pig race in a nearby town, but we did not attend.
so i think my cell phone has finally taken the damage from that time i dropped it in a glass of water. the microphone part is dead. everything else works fine, i just can't actually TALK to anyone with it. which i guess is an important part of a phone.
tomorrow for work, instead of doing, you know, actual work, we are going to valleyfair. yes, we are getting paid to go on rollercoasters and eat carnival food and possibly throw up. it should be a pretty sweet day.
adam: maybe you shouldn't have lost them.
me: i didn't LOSE them.
adam: then what happened to them?
me: someone ate them.
chentu: i'm sorry...did you just say that someone ATE your scissors?
adam: she's a little weird, but you get used to it after a while.
so i was walking to work the other day, and my head boss, the guy who doesn't work with us but tells us everything we have to do, who kind of scares the pee out of me, pulls up next to me, leans out, and says, "i've got a proposition for you." and i was like, "...ok." then he offered me a job, as a resident assistant. i guess someone dropped out, and he was all, "i asked myself who would make a good RA...and i told myself, SARA. that's you." so i have an interview on friday. i think it would be hilarious if i actually got the job. i would be a terrible RA. i don't know what he was talking about. i don't even like most RA's. they are kind of assholes, and i would have to spend like two weeks before school with all the rest of them, doing "team building exercises" and "role playing" and "shooting myself in the face."
if the interview goes well, i might do it, though. it's a free room.
we had a pretty great time in motley. kyle and i got too drunk and argued all night, about grammar? and probably other things. that is just how we have conversations. we usually have the same point, we just have to argue about it. the weekend also involved a drive to brainerd while the boys built a deck, a bonfire, and a whole mess of kitties. and i guess there was a pig race in a nearby town, but we did not attend.
so i think my cell phone has finally taken the damage from that time i dropped it in a glass of water. the microphone part is dead. everything else works fine, i just can't actually TALK to anyone with it. which i guess is an important part of a phone.
tomorrow for work, instead of doing, you know, actual work, we are going to valleyfair. yes, we are getting paid to go on rollercoasters and eat carnival food and possibly throw up. it should be a pretty sweet day.