You Have To Be Kidding
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I am having all kinds of flailing re: Supernatural. Heeee.
Nanowrimo is kicking my ass right now. I don't even want to talk about it. Which strange because normally I never want to shut up about anything.
Donated blood today, feeling sleepy and goofy and sore-armed.
And so I went to Yes today to talk to the guy about some options for college. I went in there with a solid outline for what I've been looking into (vet technology) taking/where/why and he just kind of looked at it and said 'I'm not sure you have an aptitude for this type of work'. Um. Because you've known me for fifteen minutes, tops. Go to hell.
Then he signs me up for this epic-level aptitude test that I am supposed to go to next week. There's apparently a million parts to it. A typing portion, a reading comprehension portion, basic math, basic computer skills, blood type, astrological sign, manual dexterity test, check my ph level, my level of verbal french, reflexes in my knees, ability to recall pi to eleven decimals. I don't even freaking know. All I know is that that bitch at the career place angered me and now I wanna curl up in a ball and nap my brains out.
Instead, I get to write trashy romance scenes and bake some cupcakes. And that's pretty okay too.
I am having all kinds of flailing re: Supernatural. Heeee.
Nanowrimo is kicking my ass right now. I don't even want to talk about it. Which strange because normally I never want to shut up about anything.
Donated blood today, feeling sleepy and goofy and sore-armed.
And so I went to Yes today to talk to the guy about some options for college. I went in there with a solid outline for what I've been looking into (vet technology) taking/where/why and he just kind of looked at it and said 'I'm not sure you have an aptitude for this type of work'. Um. Because you've known me for fifteen minutes, tops. Go to hell.
Then he signs me up for this epic-level aptitude test that I am supposed to go to next week. There's apparently a million parts to it. A typing portion, a reading comprehension portion, basic math, basic computer skills, blood type, astrological sign, manual dexterity test, check my ph level, my level of verbal french, reflexes in my knees, ability to recall pi to eleven decimals. I don't even freaking know. All I know is that that bitch at the career place angered me and now I wanna curl up in a ball and nap my brains out.
Instead, I get to write trashy romance scenes and bake some cupcakes. And that's pretty okay too.