Well, what can I say today? I just received the best email that I ever could have recieved. At the same time, though, I can read it another way and find that it means something totally different. I had asked my academic advisor for a recommendation for the MLA program and he said sure, but that he was going on vacation. He informed me that Dr. ******* had returned from vacation and had been impressed with my Capstone and that I should ask her. Someone was actually impressed with my work! I can't beleive that!

The email is waiting in another window but I couldn't wait to tell someone.

Spiderman 2 was a great movie. Gotta see. That's all I'll say today about the movie. Only 8 more days till King Arthur. Is everyone ready?

"My aunt once said the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness."
"'That's right!' Dean said. 'Yes!' Shearing smiled; he rocked. Shearing rose from the piano, dripping with sweat; there were his great 1949 days before he became cool and commericial. When he was gone Dean pointed to the empty piano seat. 'God's empty chair,' he said. On the piano a horn sat; its golden shadow made a strange reflection along the desert caravan painted on the wall behind the drums. God was gone; it was the silence of his departure..."
-On the Road-Jack Kerouac-

Maybe I should give my interpretion of the second quote. If Shearing is God, then his creation is music. The instruments remain behind after Shearing leaves. The shadow cast on the wall is God's instrument. If God makes music, the instrument is left behind to reveal to the caravan that God is present. The group found that God does exist because of their journey around America.
On the trip to New Orleans, Sal was talking to Dean about his dream of being chased in the desert by something. He figured out it was death chasing him through his desert of a life. They were wanderers, lost in a vast desert; nomadic. These guys are surviving on scraps and they don't care. Can you imagine living such a life? I wouldn't mind! Life isn't 9 to 5! Life is out there. You have to find it and realize that what makes you happy is life. Grab it and hold on to where ever it takes you. Good luck!

What can I say? I woke up this morning at 8 in the morning in a strange place and freaked. Last thing I remember was talking and maybe even slurring my words with DLC, but I didn't feel all that out of it. I guess I was wrong. Supposedly there are pictures out there of me with a Gnome and a Teddy Bear, along with a Smirnoff bottle. Anyway, I just hope I didn't do or say anything out of line.

From what I can remember, fun was had. I think it was the last of the Smirnoff I drank that finally did me in. I hadn't drank like that in a long time. There was sharing of jolly ranchers and frost bite. That made the party unforgettable. I haven't gone to sleep yet. My tummy hurts.

BUT DLC ROCKS!!!!!!!

"Bravery and stupidity are close friends.
Only what results separates them."
-Post Impact-

I speak Spanish quit well, I guess. I just got off the phone with a "Latino" phone company where the guy spoke so fast I almost changed long distance without ever knowing. I'm glad that I had the balls to stop and say that I didn't understand and that I needed an English speaker to tell me what the (H-E- double hockey sticks)was going on. He told me that all I was doing was subscribing to a different long distance provider. I stopped him right then and there and said, "Oh, hell no buddy!!" Actually, I didn't say it like that, but I should have. They actually hung up on me. Them Latinos are pushy and quick. They almost had me but I got them. Be careful out there. We "Latinos" can be tricky.

"Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time."
-On the Road, Jack Kerouac-

So, love is a duel. Imagine that. I'm tired. It's about 9:00am and I've been up since 6:00am. My days have grown boring and eventless. I really need to apply for the MLA program but I'm having trouble with the essay. I don't know what's wrong with me. I also need to find employment. Well, all in due time. I need to get out of the city for a while.

Well, I got a message from the council that I interviewed with and she said that other people had the qualifications. I am sourly lacking in qualifications. Anyway, I don't feel bad because I knew I had f*cked up the interview. Better luck next time. YEah-Me!!!

The new Harry Potter was great! Amanda invited for the midnight showing and it was tons of fun. Watson is getting good looking. Too bad she's about 14 or so. Anyway, enough of that. You all should go watch. More action for those of you who like action. I'll leave it there because I'd end up telling you the whole movie if I could.

It is close to being 5pm. My interview took about 15 to 20 minutes. Is that too short? Anyway, I must have hit on some good points. They supposedly liked me but I think they just didn't want me to feel bad. That's cool. The only name I remember from the committee was President ad interim. There were two females, one that liked me and the other that seemed to be indifferent about me. The Pres. seemed indifferent towards the end of the interview. That's where I get this feeling that I won't get the job. Hope's alive though. It's one of those fifty/fifty things. I like the benefits and things. We'll find out next week. Should I call before hand or should I wait the week? A little help will be helpful.

The time it took me to sign-in, I now have about ten minutes before my interview. Anyway, just a tad nervous. When I was sitting in my car, I saw President ad interim walk towards the Herztein Building. From a distance, he's very intimidating. Anyway, I got this interview licked. What can I say, I'm a realist. If I go in there nowing that I don't have the qualifications for the job then I won't worry about it. I'll go in there in my black monkey suit and ROCK because I won't be nervous anymore. Actaully, I think I'll be nervous through the whole thing and then some. Wish me luck. I gotta go.

Oliver: "How can you do it?"
Jennie: "What?"
Oliver: "See me, and still love me."
Jennie: That's what it's all about, Preppie."
-Love Story-

Great line. I guess that's what the movie is about. Anyway, I love the beginning because it seemed that they both hated each others guts but turns out that they just had the connection that most people don't have. That connection lets them jump from one phase to the next without having the uncomfortableness of the beginning. You know what I'm talking aboutm, the ackwordness of firsts. Anyway, enough mushy stuff. Well, well, well, I guess that's all there was. I just wanted to write those lines before I forgot them. I've been told that my memory sucks. Tell me something I didn't know.

Interview on Thursday for the position at UST. I'm meeting the committee on Thursday. Can't tell you how scared and nervous I feel. I'll probably pass out before I walk into the conference room. The one good thing is that I'll be styling a new suit. Well, bran new, second hand. You know, never been used, only dropped once. Wish me luck. I hope I get it. It'll be for a year, but a real job will look so much better on a resume.

God-daughter is in the other room asleep. She's such a cutie-pie but the girl has a pair of lungs. It doesn't matter but she tends to wait until she's right over my ears when she lets go of a cry. On the drive here from her mom's home she was in the front seat, staring at me the entire ride her. I think she was trying to figure out where we were going and who I was. Maybe she just got used to the back seat and she was tripped out from the new perspective. Anyway, cutie at this moment is alseep and she couldn't look cutier.