Apples don't help, what can I do?
Yesterday I tried and failed to get a job at BB&B. I applied at Staples, and today I half applied at Target. Maybe it's just not my fate to get a job, who knows. Or maybe the interviewers can tell that I just don't really care about working for them. I don't think I'm doing my best to sound enthusiastic...
But after all the job disappointment, I went over to my dad's house (my sister having been there since the morning time), and hung around and had dinner. I attempted to tow a gigantic branch with the little peddle boat. Someone had tied a bunch of Fourth of July balloons to the branch, and it had gotten stuck on a little peninsula. I was hoping to make Al Gore proud and get rid of the decorative pollution, but in the end the branch was too heavy for me to tow alone. On the bright side, I did get up close and personal with the guy who owns a chain of restaurants called The Rock (Woodfired Pizza and Spirits). You may have seen them - there are locations in Federal Way, Sumner, Lynnwood, and other places. He was driving his big ass boat with some blonde woman (wife? or perhaps not...?). He looked a little bit like Kevin Spacey to me, but maybe that's just because I had been watching K-PAX earlier in the day.
I don't know what's going on with me this morning, because I feel slightly ill for some reason. It's probably all in my head, judging from past experience.
My sister and I took Deathtrap to the emissions testing facility today. The poor little stinker passed, to my surprise.
But after all the job disappointment, I went over to my dad's house (my sister having been there since the morning time), and hung around and had dinner. I attempted to tow a gigantic branch with the little peddle boat. Someone had tied a bunch of Fourth of July balloons to the branch, and it had gotten stuck on a little peninsula. I was hoping to make Al Gore proud and get rid of the decorative pollution, but in the end the branch was too heavy for me to tow alone. On the bright side, I did get up close and personal with the guy who owns a chain of restaurants called The Rock (Woodfired Pizza and Spirits). You may have seen them - there are locations in Federal Way, Sumner, Lynnwood, and other places. He was driving his big ass boat with some blonde woman (wife? or perhaps not...?). He looked a little bit like Kevin Spacey to me, but maybe that's just because I had been watching K-PAX earlier in the day.
I don't know what's going on with me this morning, because I feel slightly ill for some reason. It's probably all in my head, judging from past experience.
My sister and I took Deathtrap to the emissions testing facility today. The poor little stinker passed, to my surprise.