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i had an interview for a FANTASTIC job today! i think i'd be really good at it, and it'll be fun, and the interview went really well. the only low point was the moment that my interviewer used the word "seen" incorrectly. quote: "i seen it happen." i died a little bit. but she's nice and stuff. i'm not, however, going to jinx it any further by saying what the job is. i find out on tuesday whether i got it or not, so we'll all find out then. exciting, yes?
apparently something terrible has happened to someone. i'm not sure what happened or who it happened to. and when i find out, i won't tell you. i'll just know, and won't be wondering about it anymore, so that anxiety won't be on my mind, and i won't feel the need to get it all out through this personal, yet highly impersonal medium.
i've just noticed that there appears to be some sort of "autosave" mechanism in place here. if my computer were to crash, i wonder how i would go about retrieving this autosaved draft that was autosaved at 12:04:57 AM/12:05:17 AM. hm. and i wonder where it is saved. is there some sort of computer somewhere that is keeping a record of everything i type so that in case my computer crashes right this second i'll still have my beloved journal entry? how long are these records kept? who is this information being distributed to? not that i should really be concerned about that, since everyone with access to the internet has access to all this. unless i decide at the last minute that i don't want to post this. my head hurts. not from the complexity of this issue, but generally. i think i'm overtired. my stomach also hurts. nerves i guess.
going to brandon tomorrow. ah, brandon. the wheat city. or... something to that effect. i'll look it up. or find out tomorrow what the big sign outside of brandon actually says.
my yearbook makes me sad. i met someone in a dream who i thought went to my high school, so i tried to find him in my yearbook, and couldn't, but it got me looking at my yearbook, and man. we were so young. the picture of the rugby team haunts me. everyone looks so carefree and happy and i know that now they're all out living lives and not being so carefree or happy. it's freaky. and here i am wanting to pursue photography in all its freakiness. i'm stupid.
sometimes i get carried away and write updates that are far too long. there has been a strange thump happening every once in a while on the ceiling directly above me. like someone's dropping something metallic. there's no after effect clanging or anything, but it's got that tinny sound, with a certain heaviness to it. weird. it's been going on for a few days now, and it doesn't feel haunty. it's just kind of weird, because i know exactly where everyone is in the house, and it isn't directly above me dropping heavy metal things on the floor just for kicks. i'll have to mention this to my dad.
apparently something terrible has happened to someone. i'm not sure what happened or who it happened to. and when i find out, i won't tell you. i'll just know, and won't be wondering about it anymore, so that anxiety won't be on my mind, and i won't feel the need to get it all out through this personal, yet highly impersonal medium.
i've just noticed that there appears to be some sort of "autosave" mechanism in place here. if my computer were to crash, i wonder how i would go about retrieving this autosaved draft that was autosaved at 12:04:57 AM/12:05:17 AM. hm. and i wonder where it is saved. is there some sort of computer somewhere that is keeping a record of everything i type so that in case my computer crashes right this second i'll still have my beloved journal entry? how long are these records kept? who is this information being distributed to? not that i should really be concerned about that, since everyone with access to the internet has access to all this. unless i decide at the last minute that i don't want to post this. my head hurts. not from the complexity of this issue, but generally. i think i'm overtired. my stomach also hurts. nerves i guess.
going to brandon tomorrow. ah, brandon. the wheat city. or... something to that effect. i'll look it up. or find out tomorrow what the big sign outside of brandon actually says.
my yearbook makes me sad. i met someone in a dream who i thought went to my high school, so i tried to find him in my yearbook, and couldn't, but it got me looking at my yearbook, and man. we were so young. the picture of the rugby team haunts me. everyone looks so carefree and happy and i know that now they're all out living lives and not being so carefree or happy. it's freaky. and here i am wanting to pursue photography in all its freakiness. i'm stupid.
sometimes i get carried away and write updates that are far too long. there has been a strange thump happening every once in a while on the ceiling directly above me. like someone's dropping something metallic. there's no after effect clanging or anything, but it's got that tinny sound, with a certain heaviness to it. weird. it's been going on for a few days now, and it doesn't feel haunty. it's just kind of weird, because i know exactly where everyone is in the house, and it isn't directly above me dropping heavy metal things on the floor just for kicks. i'll have to mention this to my dad.