Here we go***

I don’t know if there was ever really a time that I put a lot of energy and creativity into my entries, but today I find myself missing that idealized time. I guess I can’t force myself to make spectacular entries, but I can sure as hell try. Just… not today.

This has been the laziest weekend I have had in awhile. It’s really amazing how little I can accomplish if I put my mind to it, with the help of the internet of course. I’m not really looking forward to going back to work tomorrow… ::sigh:: This is a sentiment many working folks share, so I won’t go on about it.

There was one Americorps program I applied for (for next year) that I was particularly interested in. It is located in Rochester, NY and would give me an opportunity to work within the legal system. This would be ideal, and I can’t explain how much such a position would help me in achieving my ultimate goals (world domination, intimidating others with my massive brain). I submitted my application to them a month ago and hadn’t heard anything, so I figured it was a no-go. However, I got a letter today informing me that they had looked at my application (and actually scored it numerically, though I don’t know what my score was) and I had made it through the "first cut". I now need to contact them to set up a time for a personal phone interview.

I’m excited at the prospect of this new assignment, but I felt my imaginary ulcer (which is kindof an imaginary friend to make my stress more personable–I just need to give this phantom ulcer a name) perk up as I thought about finding housing, transportation and so on, and being in another place where I don’t know anyone in a new part of the country. Am I nuts? I must be nuts. I must really, seriously, be completely and certifiably nuts. Why should I consider this again? I know how miserable I’ve been at times here in California. I don’t want to not do things just because I might be miserable sometimes though. ::siiiiiighsighsighsigh::

Want to know something cool? I haven’t showered since Saturday morning! The grossness is exacerbated by the fact that I spent 7 hours outside planting trees on Saturday. It was a hot day and I got extremely dirty. Guh-ross. It’s just hard to shower when you know you won’t be seeing anyone or really doing anything. It reminds me of a time when I was little: I hated bathing, and my mom threatened to put that I hadn’t bathed in x number of days into the newspaper. I can’t remember whether or not I bathed after that threat.

Another thing I often remember: in the 5th grade I was still rather tomboy-ish. Once I made a to-do list that involved wearing a pony-tail to school next day (to impress this boy I had a crush on); the pony-tail didn’t happen and I don’t think I ever impressed that boy. Oh, the awkward crushes of youth.

I’ve been a little down this afternoon. I thought about calling mom, but the time difference seems to get in the way. Like, I’d end up calling her at 11pm her time and she’d hate me for it! She would curse at me and threaten to punch me the next time she sees me. Mm-hmm. Paul’s been working all day so I haven’t talked to him, and I was a weiner and fell asleep while talking to Renee earlier.

Umm.. I can’t think of anything else to write. Poo.

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So I just want to congratulate myself for making it over 1,000 entries. FINALLY. Gah, I’ve had this diary forever. I have 940 public entries, 47 Favs Only, and 17 Private. Wee!

I also want to congratulate insomniac for leaving me note number 2100! Thanks dude!