Hearing: Further Seems Forever/The Moon Is Down Doing: putting together my summer schedule Wearing: baggy jeans and a tshirt *** My question is simple. How can my body possibly manufacture THIS MUCH MUCUS???? Yeah, I'm sick. I won't go into details and whatnot, but I am on antibiotics and if my body knows what's best for it, it will be all better by tomorrow. I have two fundraisers to oversee tomorrow and sickness is just not part of the plan. The thing I hate most about being sick is nose-blowing. I hate blowing my own nose, especially when I'm forced to do it every ten minutes, and I also hate hearing other people blow their nose. It always baffled me when I'd be in class and someone would come stand by the trash (which was always near the door and therefore was also always near where I sat) and empty mucus out of their nasal cavity right there. I just never understood that. I would rather see someone launch a snot rocket then listen to them blowing their nose into a tissue. And the worst, WORST thing ever, is how people inspect the contents of their tissues when they're done. Honestly, people. I'd rather be vomiting than blowing my nose. Anyway. So I'm looking for a job. I had a big lead at Starbucks but that ended up not working out because I waited just a little too long to apply and they had already filled the plethora of positions I had heard about. I also dropped a resume off at a board shop, because the manager got all excited when I acquired [aw, how cute, I even typed it with a the nasality of my cold. . . INQUIRED maybe? Leave me alone.] about a job because in like a month the whole store will be girls' swimwear. And some other places. I bummed around Hot Topic for a long time on Thursday, talking to the kid I know in there and befriending the other employees. The manager lady told me how much she likes me and to turn in another application so we can see if my availability will work better for them now. So we'll see. Something will work out, sometime, and until them I'm just enjoying the spare time. A special thank you to Stumblebee for alerting me that my last entry was incorrectly dated. As I wrote that, I noticed that this one also has a wrong date. Odd. Ah, found the problem . . . my computer likes to spontaneously change its date on me. Blast that means my emails have been wrong again. Oh well. Ok well. Umm. Yeah. I think I'm going to sleep some more now.
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