I feel like such poo. I am already in bed. That kind of thing makes me scared that I am actually sick. I cannot get actually sick. I have lots and lots to do tomorrow, but most importantly dazzle some printing place dude and charm him into giving me a job. Job interviews excite me, but this one- I don't know. I like knowing what is expected of me and the job title was extremely vague. I like knowing things I've realized. I hate the discomfort of not knowing. This is why I insist on watching movies I've already seen ten times and listening to the same music I listened to in middle school. I love to know what happens and it brings me joy when everything happens just as I plan on it. Damn I am getting the chills all over the place. I watch movies and television with predictable plots knowing that I will be comforted with the exact storyline of the last eight hundred rom-coms. I know I am the reason why bad movies are made. I also don't give a fuck and I know that I am a scared little girl afraid of the unknown and that's what bothers me.
So I'm going to this interview with my scared thoughts, but I force myself to do it so I can buy This Dress. The job pays ten dollars an hour which is pretty godly to my eight twenty five. I'm hoping my lack of photoshop/illustrator skills can be made up for with a flash of thigh (as murder was justified by it in Chicago). Speaking of which to the tutorials i go!
But before I do:
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