i'm starting to think i should give up on this blog thing. i read other's blogs and realize that i really don't have anything useful to say. i tell you about my day and how it sucked, and that's about it. nothing really interesting. i don't have a life, so there's really nothing to talk about. the one thing that would have been my bandwagon was the immigration thing, but even that has died down. so what does that say about me? what kind of person doesn't have things to say that would be benefitial to the human race? what kind of person has nothing to say about the days he spends watching nothing and learning nothing? am i a hermit? can i be labelled as such?

anyway!

interview went great. didn't freak out as much as i did over the fbi one. then again, i had invested a lot of energy into that interview that it hit me like a rock. now, it doesn't matter what happens, just as long as i get a job. other than that, my semester has pretty much gone to hell in a hand basket. actually, that's the second handbasket i have mentioned in all these months. if only anyone really cared. instead, i sit here and wonder what can bring me back from the edge. and what i want, i can't have. the edge is there. i'm there. and at times it seems that everyone else is playing games far away from the freaking edge. distant drums and laughter. i can see, but can't touch. i can taste, but not like. it's like that reeves/pacino movie "devil's advocate". be careful! DOOON'T FAAAALLLL IIINNNNN!!!!! Oops! Too late.