...went for my dream job interview. It lasted about 15 minutes during which I attempted to stay Claritin-Clear and not let my horrible cold get in the way. I think it went well, I can't be sure. It's always the interviews where you are never sure how you did that you learn you did amazing. I don't know, whatevs, I'm just glad I did it so that I can say that I tried.
Something else fun, was that I offically erased the bad taste McWigger left on my soul and went out last night on a good date. However, I'm declaring war on the word date because I think it is stupid. We're not in 1950 anymore. My brother once told me the term is hang out and I am going with that because I figure he would know. Anyone who has seen my MySpace page, and has subsequently clicked on his profile, can figure out how he knows these things. I swear to God, we are related and I also swear to God that it's not as awful as it seems. Yes, I know he is in his underwear in one photo (at least he was, I have to avoid looking at it so as not to burn my retinas)...but if you know my brother, this will make an odd sort of sense and you will understand. Beneath that Guido exterior is a good boy. But I digress...
When I hung out last night, it was with a cool, funny person and we played darts and drank beer. I think I could be really good at darts one day, if I just learn how to aim.
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