Now a WHOLE entry.

I don’t have a ton of time to write, but oh well.

I spent the past 2 days with Noah, and that was pretty awesome. I like him a lot. We did watch Red Dragon and eat pizza not long before bed last night though, and I’m pretty sure that was the cause of the funked-up dreams I had. Nothing like dreams about dudes coming in the house to murder you and sticking bits of mirror in your eyes.

I’m back in Auburn now and am a little anxious about the interview I have today! It’s for a job I actually really want in Fort Wayne, so I’m hoping it all goes well.

Well, that’s all for now. I need to shower and over-prepare for the interview.

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Well, the interview went mostly fine.

Things I have going for me:

I love driving; I love multi-tasking; my strong interest for working with non-profits that will be a life-long thing, if I have anything to do with it; eagerness to develop a new skill set, etc.

Things that are working more against me than for me:

No domestic violence experience in a professional setting; no support group facilitation experience. Meh.

They did the lame thing where they want to schedule a second interview and will be in contact with me. I hate the whole "we’ll be in contact" thing. So stupid. Hopefully they actually will be in contact with me… but like Noah said, it’s out of my hands now so I shouldn’t really actively worry about it.

I had a good time hanging out with Noah and I miss him already. I just spent 36 hours with him so I feel a little lame for that, but I’m not a damn robot! He’s such a cool dude, and it’s really relaxing being with him given that our personalities are so similar. My favorite was laughing at Red Dragon; or more specifically, the part near the end where the blind chick says something like, "He’s dead. He shot himself in the head and I put my hand in it!". It’s my tendency to become seemingly obsessed with a guy, to the point where I spend a noticable amount of energy trying to supress my urge to text all the time, hang out at his place and smell his underwear, etc. Not really on the underwear part.

Ugh, you know what I hate? People who have to proclaim "I don’t care what people think of me!" with a kind of fervent tenacity that resembles the intrusive proclamation of some religious doctrine. Umm… who cares? Do you want some kind of prize for all of your effort to convince people that you don’t care what they think of you? People who say "I don’t care what people think of me!" a lot have never convinced me that they actually don’t care what I, or others, think of them. Of course they don’t care that they aren’t convincing me, since that’s just my opinion of them that they say they don’t care about. It seems that if you really, truly don’t care what people think of you, you wouldn’t have to spend time saying it.

I’m really, really excited for the presidential debate tonight. I’m also really, really excited that Indiana might possibly have a chance of going Democratic in the election (or, at least it’s kindof close and not looking like a landslide Repub win –the link is a TIME article about some surprising battleground states, a quick read). That provides enough hope for me to cling to now, though it could always be better. I know the debates are terribly predictable and the questions aren’t exactly surprises to the candidates, but I still like watching it.

I guess I will probably help mom clean the other house today. It’s the house my mom owns (right now we live at what is technically my stepdad’s place), and she was renting it out to a family in the area who really needed a helping hand, offering them rent at such a low price that it didn’t cover the entire monthly house payment. They hadn’t paid rent for September (with October rent coming up too), and when she went to inquire about that with the renters she found out that they just up and left. Fine, whatever, that’s bad enough since they screwed her out of over $1,000 dollars. On top of that though they left the place trashed, with garbage everywhere, a moldy toilet, and the basement flooded and moldy. Now we have to clean the damn place up and find more people to rent it out, with mom having an attitude that will be understandably more cynical.

Well, that’s enough for now I guess. I have, generally, a pretty strong feeling of anxiety that I am trying to combat.