time goes by
So things have been getting fun lately-
Today I started trainign to be a Y100rocks.com deejay. I got my first 3 e-mails, my first request and I spent some quality time with cat. Its like ikea. I got stuck in the play balls for 3 hours when i was like... 5... and i spent the next 9 years trash talking that establishment until I moved and needed some cheep tables... and now i'm a slave to the sweedish furnature. J-Vo scarred me for life with the whole DJ thing... but i tried it again and i dig it. I guess the lesson here is second chances aren't so bad. I really had fun just hanging out there and doing the whole show thing. I think I want one... or at least i'll help out every now and then or something.
I got an interview for a marketing intern position at Crozer Medical Center. I want this job more than anything this week. I think my public health minor gives me a good chance, but she told me to bring in my writing samples... uhmmm which don't exist... so we'll see how far some class papers and smooth talking can get ya. hopefully far enough to get this internship. By the way its paid too. Mmmmmm money!
So i dubbed today alias day... and i entertained myself at the expense of every stranger I came in contact with. I took a cab to get my hair cut. The driver was from Nigeria and I decided that I would be born in the ivory coast. I talked about my ivorian passport and how it was easy to go 'home' but impossible to go anywhere else... and that i'm glad i had the dual citizenship thing going on. He thought I was rad and stopped the meter about 1/2 way. I tipped him the remainder. I told my hair-cutter guy that i lived in new orleans but i moved back this way cuz i'm from here and loyola got soggy. Then i found out that he knew my old hair-guy andre. Not only am i busted for cheeting on my hair-guy, but alias day blew up in my face. I thought it would keep me creative... and entertained. Living alone you gotta keep things fresh. Oiy. That ended alias day.
So i went to happy hour wtih cat today... got drunk... literally... smashed on 2 beers and stumbled my way home and attempted to make cookies that taste like... dough-balls. Yuck. I suck.
The parents came down the other day to pick up my car and make it disappear... for a little while at least. We went out to lunch too. I love hanging out wtih them. I got new shoes too... they're purple. They make me smile.
Gym = good. I went for a pillates class... along with like 400 people... so i decided that instead of kicking people while drying to do the double leg stretch, i would just go run intead. Worked out well. I like it there. It really makes me feel a lot better to do the whole gym thing.
I register for classes in 40 minutes for the final time in my college career. Rosalies birthday was on Friday. She took a nose dive down a flight of steps.
till next sign-
Today I started trainign to be a Y100rocks.com deejay. I got my first 3 e-mails, my first request and I spent some quality time with cat. Its like ikea. I got stuck in the play balls for 3 hours when i was like... 5... and i spent the next 9 years trash talking that establishment until I moved and needed some cheep tables... and now i'm a slave to the sweedish furnature. J-Vo scarred me for life with the whole DJ thing... but i tried it again and i dig it. I guess the lesson here is second chances aren't so bad. I really had fun just hanging out there and doing the whole show thing. I think I want one... or at least i'll help out every now and then or something.
I got an interview for a marketing intern position at Crozer Medical Center. I want this job more than anything this week. I think my public health minor gives me a good chance, but she told me to bring in my writing samples... uhmmm which don't exist... so we'll see how far some class papers and smooth talking can get ya. hopefully far enough to get this internship. By the way its paid too. Mmmmmm money!
So i dubbed today alias day... and i entertained myself at the expense of every stranger I came in contact with. I took a cab to get my hair cut. The driver was from Nigeria and I decided that I would be born in the ivory coast. I talked about my ivorian passport and how it was easy to go 'home' but impossible to go anywhere else... and that i'm glad i had the dual citizenship thing going on. He thought I was rad and stopped the meter about 1/2 way. I tipped him the remainder. I told my hair-cutter guy that i lived in new orleans but i moved back this way cuz i'm from here and loyola got soggy. Then i found out that he knew my old hair-guy andre. Not only am i busted for cheeting on my hair-guy, but alias day blew up in my face. I thought it would keep me creative... and entertained. Living alone you gotta keep things fresh. Oiy. That ended alias day.
So i went to happy hour wtih cat today... got drunk... literally... smashed on 2 beers and stumbled my way home and attempted to make cookies that taste like... dough-balls. Yuck. I suck.
The parents came down the other day to pick up my car and make it disappear... for a little while at least. We went out to lunch too. I love hanging out wtih them. I got new shoes too... they're purple. They make me smile.
Gym = good. I went for a pillates class... along with like 400 people... so i decided that instead of kicking people while drying to do the double leg stretch, i would just go run intead. Worked out well. I like it there. It really makes me feel a lot better to do the whole gym thing.
I register for classes in 40 minutes for the final time in my college career. Rosalies birthday was on Friday. She took a nose dive down a flight of steps.
till next sign-