I’m going in for a job interview at the Applied English Center on campus this afternoon. Although I would very very much like to have a job, so that I can have money to pay rent and buy useless things, I would also very very much like to not have to work with a psycho. Is there anyway I can screen for that? I suppose the people in charge of hiring wouldn’t take it well if I started asking them questions about their psychological fitness, now would they…

“How much do you pay? What hours do you need me here? Oh, and have you had any nervous breakdowns in the past six months? Any paranoid conspiracy theories?”

Too bad there isn’t a more subtle way of asking. I’ll keep an eye out for excessive Christmas decorations, or photo montages devoted to deceased pet cats.

Haha. I seem to only have the urge to blog when I have about five million other things to do. Such is life - if I’m not busy, I, uh, don’t have anything to blog about! If I am busy, I don’t have time and shouldn’t be blogging. Oh well.

Here’s what I should be doing:

- Fixing my laptop, which is currently infested with a trojan and some spyware. This happened because I was an idiot and hit the “close” button on a popup that came up, which was an evil trick to get me to download Gator and MySearchBar and all sorts of other horrible things. It’s almost ridiculous how quickly this happened, with me sitting there frantically trying to clean it off my system. The closest equivalent I can think of in real life is if, one day, the doorbell rings and you open the door without checking first - and all of a sudden, a mob comprised of Jehovah’s witnesses, Mormons, and homeless people comes running into your house and eats your food, trashes your living room, and strangles your cat. And these people never want to leave, and hide in every nook and cranny of the house when you tell them it’s time to get to stepping. Bleh.

- Homework, and lots of it. I’m currently supposed to be putting together a portfolio for my fiction writing class. I have no idea what is going to go into this portfolio other than the two stories that I have written, one of which I’m required to revise. I need a total of 20 pages at least, and I only have 14 pages of story material so far. So I actually have to, uh, create something. Double bleh!

I also have to write a paper for social psychology, which isn’t that bad - we’re supposed to watch a movie and analyze it for its psychological content. From the list of movies, I chose American History X even though it’s extremely difficult for me to watch. I saw it a few years ago and half the movie I couldn’t watch at the time because it was too disturbing. It is a really powerful movie, though, and one of the most relevant movies to today’s society that I’ve seen - and I recommend that everyone see it at least once. I do have a knack for choosing the most difficult prompts for papers, and this time is no exception!

Then I have a bunch of little essays to write for various classes, and a scholarship to apply for so I can pay for my tuition next year. Not to mention having to read all of the Western Civ crap that I haven’t bothered to read since the midterm. Like St. Thomas Aquinas. Beth has nicknamed him St. Thomas “A-whine-ass,” which I wish I had thought of first!

- Recycling. Did I say “bleh” already?

- And last but not least, picking up my car from Jess’ house. We ended up going to two parties last night (hehe) - the boy’s former roommate had a birthday party, and my friend Jess had a kind of informal bridal shower party. Now Jess is notorious among our circle of friends for being a “pusher” - she can’t stand idly by while people are needlessly sober, so she takes it upon herself to make sure everyone has a full glass. Our friend Katie actually brought a bottle of wine with a homemade label that read “PUSHER’S WINE” taped on it, to poke fun at Jess. Jess laughed and then promptly pushed some of it on us. I should mention that she happens to be half Irish, and half Native American. Her genes don’t exactly point to, shall we say, sobriety… anyhow, both the boy and I were a little too tipsy to drive home, so we ended up getting a ride.

But instead of actually doing any of these things, I am blogging about doing them. It’s one step further than just thinking about it…right?