how embarrassing

I recently found out my position at Alkek may be transferred to another department, and so I will be getting a new boss. I found out this new boss's identity and have started a job hunt.

For a good while now, I have been slowly working on an "advanced" portfolio, whatever that means, and decided I needed to update my resume.

Not only for the reasons that Michaels Arts & Crafts still bore its bitter sweet name upon the resume but because I felt my interests needed to be updated.

The sad part is, I can't think of anything I am actually interested in that is interesting. If being into cream soda, lolcats and naps will get me a job, I would more than willingly put it on there.

But those things carry the smell of dirty hair and the perpetual eye bags.

And nobody wants to hire that girl.
At times, I wonder what people in my spanish class think of me because I always come in with an HEB brand cream soda. Do they think I am on my way to trailer park living, I will never fully understand the connotations of grocery-store soda.

But maybe, just maybe, I can at least pretend to be spunky on my resume & they will over look the fact that I wash my hair every other day when I should in fact wash it every day. So I can escape my fate of trailer parks and off-brand sodas.

I need to get off work so I can go drink and regain some of the shame I lost when I became such a dull-on-paper person.

I hope your resume makes you more interesting than mine does.
If not, you can come drink with me to enjoy a full-filling personal life.

When is graduation?

Until then, I am going to go back to looking at pictures of cats on the internet.

I like shorts,

too bad I don't own any I can wear to work.

Once again, I find myself thinking "gurl you can do better than that."
but, I am just going to return to looking at pictures of lolcats.
I don't have the social skills to explain.

I stumbled upon this link about how birth order affects relationships. My favorite part is the part about the Clintons. Also, the fact that the Gores are getting divorced only makes me like the Clintons that much more. I am waiting to dream in Spanish, but I am also waiting for dreams involving the Clintons in Spanish. Not in that way.

Well, a little bit.
Kind of.

look at this cat:

I also heard a kid on a field trip to Texas State yell out:

"THEY DON'T HAVE DR. PEPPER ANYWHERE!!"

Welcome to Texas State kid, welcome to Texas State.

those days,

You know THOSE days, when nothing major goes wrong but lots of little things remind you of
how impatient I can be?

Basically, it was fat kid day at the library. A summer program came to visit & they were all huge kids. I didn't understand how they were so big, I sweat off three or four pounds just walking to class.

I am sweating right now. I might short circuit my computer because of the heat.

Anyway, I have discovered how I am going to make sure people in my future are people I can be friends with.

I know, I know. I already have a best friend application, why do I need a marker for the people I consider hanging out with. Well thanks to Amber, I figured it out.

From now on, when I meet a person, I am going to ask them:

If you were to hike across Africa, would you do it
a) for Jesus/Christ/those things
b) because it is bad ass and Bear Grylls-y

I am sure most of you know the answer I am looking for, but just to play it safe with future encounters.

Also, I need a huge assorted box of sharpies for some revenge plans I have coming up, if you have a box I can borrow, I have a wooden toy gun you can hold as ransom until I return them.


God, I wish I would stop sweating.

goodbyes.

So like most of you, finals and other things have gotten in the way.

Let me update you on why you have one less friend on facebook.

I had to make the decision of letting Raleigh go. It was painful. I cried, then I cried some more. Then I made Amber go with me to meet the family I was giving him to, and after meeting them, I knew he was going to be in a great home. Without Callie, Kyle and Lisa (and Mark) to help me take Raleigh out when I am not home, he did not get the attention or the exercise a pre-teen dog needs.

He now gets to sleep in the bed of an 11-year-old girl, and have a yard & a dog door.

I am still pretty emotional about it. There is a westie on the side of the treats we now only give to Taco, secreting that oh so painful feeling when you find out in middle school that a boy doesn't like you.

I will forever remember Raleigh sleeping in the chaise,
Constantly trying to trip me/everybody,
Licking the crumbs off the kitchen floor,
And more importantly,
Eating his poop off the balcony.

He was a sweet doogal.

For Raleigh, this is my shout out:



I miss that poofball.