smart-sane's Diaryland Diary

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Not My Goodies

Watching: Ciara's Video - Goodies.
Listening: Momus - What are you wearing?
Reading: GQ with Lindsay Lohan.

I've been meaning to thank you all for your kind emails, words, and comments about the whole job thing. Last night we watched the new "What will I do With My Life?" video and I took a lot of it personally. I think I made the right decision, as encouraged by all of you. It's just this debt monkey that keeps taunting me in my ear. I had an interview with the other potential company yesterday. He told me I was the only one that had relevant experience of all that he has interviewed so far. Then I took a basic office skills test (math, spelling, typing) and oh my god. I have got to get back to school. It was nothing but addition and subtraction and percentages and multiplying and I was like, um, can I use the calculator on my cell phone? No? Just this piece of paper here in front of me? Oh, great. But somehow I passed it (I seriously just started guessing). And then the spelling... since when do you need to know how to spell to answer phones and file? Right. On the brightside, I totally passed the typing test! I type about 66 WPM, 74 WPM if you count all my errors and junk. I knew I always had a career in typewriting. Yes.

I kinda got called a drama queen yesterday by two people's opinion I totally respect. This may or may not be true. I mean what is a drama queen? Someone who creates it, or for every minor thing is like "can you believe that? what do you think?" and then go rats out that opinion to their archenemy? Cause that's totally not me. But if it follows me and I try to shake it off, and it just isn't going anywhere, maybe some part of it is me. Maybe I shouldn't be covered in drama glue. Just a thought. I also got told some other interesting things... I love other people's perspective because I'm always just so wrapped up in my own side of things, I like to see how it looks to the outsiders. Even if it isn't right, I need to correct what's causing them to think that. And the whole getting him to apologize thing, it probably won't happen. I get that. So then why should I have to talk to him about it? It sounds like a pretty pointless conversation. Me: "hey, you really hurt my feelings." Him: "I didn't mean too." (or whatever spin he decides to put on it that doesn't include an I'm sorry) Me: "Okay." But for some reason I'm caught up in wanting him to know how much he hurt me. And caught up in still wanting to be his friend, even though he did. Why why why? Maybe because a long time ago he made me promise that if he ever hurt me, I'd let him know. Right now I'm not living up to my promise, but he didn't really live up to his side of the bargain either, namely the "just don't hurt me part and we won't have to worry about it."

I've been listening to Indie Pop radio on Yahoo! Launch music radio. It's not bad. I've got a few albums on my "to-buy" list (which is oddly enough still longer than my "to-do" and "to-pay-off" lists).

Various Artists, "Pop Romantique: French Pop Classics" I just can't get enough of french pop music what can I say? I'm half french myself.
Les Sans Culottes, "Fixation Orale" Um, they aren't even french. But they are funny. And they sing in French how I speak it... halfway, broken, pigeon.
Mirah, "C'Mon Miracle" I love her I love her I love her. And its english, so there.

And if you get a chance, you've got to hear Sissy Bar's cover of Snoop Doggs "Gin and Juice." So totally worth the listen, and yes you'll be crying because it is so hilarious and oh so good. Not catching the bouquet good.

Dude, I don't know why the comments work on some pages and not on others. I think it's judging what I write and is like "no, you don't need to be commenting on that trash." Oh well, if I get it fixed, I'll keep you posted.

1:48 p.m. - 10-14-04

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