Meeting
I have Valentine's Day off. I should try to do something that day so I don't think about a year ago. You know leave it to her to ask me to lunch on a holiday so every year after that I'd think about it.
I had my interview with Drew today in Career Developement. It went well. He was a cool guy. Helped me make my resume, told me about cover letters, said I had a good personality...
Well he didn't exactly say that. I told him the story of how I decided I NEEDED to work in music someday. He said employers would LOVE reading that on a cover letter because of how it reflects my personality. He gave me information on places to intern (walking distance). He recommends I work at Borders or Best Buy while interning. So I can make money but not give up a job I might really want.
I told Miguel what he said about my personality and he laughed his ASS off. I was so pissed. Later when we had class I asked Michele and Chris (no clue on the correct spelling of his name) if they thought I had a good personality and they both said "You're too quiet." But then scolded Miguel for laughing. (His reasoning was that he didn't believe anyone could really judge my personality after 20 minutes.) I should talk to Michele more often. She's the only other girl besides Jennifer who I see on a semi-regular basis. It's hard to get along with any of the girls. Well actually that's the wrong way to put it. It's hard to relate and communicate. They're all either significantly older than me or they're as Bubs would say "smokin' hot!". Pretty girls intimidate me. Of course you all knew that already. People in general intimidate me.
But I'm happy because I'm going home this weekend. My dad said he felt bad about making me watch the Super Bowl alone (I love the commercials. To be honest I pay no real attention to the game ever unless it's the raiders playing. Or if someone from UCLA is on one of the teams.) Plus they're going to Disneyland Saturday with Shivaun and they want me to be there. Which is good cuz I felt really left out that I wasn't going. Rand's probably going cuz he can pay for himself. I can't. So I figured I may as well not even ask. But Dad said he'd cover it and I shouldn't worry about them. But they're my parents, so of course I'm going to worry.
Before I left for class I started thinking about this episode of Futurama. Leela looks at a framed picture of Fry and he starts talking to her from the frame. It was an interesting image. I started thinking of a girl looking at a picture of her ex and imagining him saying what she won't admit is on her mind. I liked how it came out,but it only makes sense when explained.
Finally I caught your attention
As the image hiding where no one can see
A secret you'll never mention
But it doesn't help to stare at me
Your secret's safe if you keep up your pride
But how much do you care if you're wrong or right?
What you want to say you can tell it to my face and alert me
I'd like to make a bet that lately you regret how you hurt me
Well sure, I'm better off. Your make-up made me cough when you kissed me
But so full of what-ifs; why can't you just admit that you miss me?
Finally I've given up calling
In fact I even took your number off my phone
Everyone knows you're just stalling
When no one is looking, beg me to come home
You think that nobody sees it in your eyes
Your secret's safe if you keep up your pride
Tell everyone you're glad I'm out of your life
But how much do you care if you're wrong or right?
What you want to say you can tell it to my face and alert me
I'd like to make a bet that lately you regret how you hurt me
Well sure, I'm better off. Your make-up made me cough when you kissed me
But so full of what-ifs; why can't you just admit that you miss me?
You keep my picture in your wallet
And you're staring at it more than you'll admit
You think that no one's ever noticed
But it's plain to see the truth of it
So tell me what you need to say
What you want to say you can tell it to my face and alert me
I'd like to make a bet that lately you regret how you hurt me
Well sure, I'm better off. Your make-up made me cough when you kissed me
But so full of what-ifs; why can't you just admit that you miss me?
I really should go to bed. I have class at noon and I have trouble waking up in time since I only sleep during the day. Ugh. I need to call the cable company too. Fuckers cut my cable again. Excuse the language.