| Nov 5 ,1997 | |||||||||||||||
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| The Real World, Seattle | |
After midnight, so it's really tomorrow
I've got a job interview tomorrow at 2 pm. I came from home "early" so I could go to sleep "early" and wake up
before 2 pm. It's 12:46 am right now. I'm sitting around online waiting to see if Le'a shows up. My tickets are purchased.
They cost over $500. Sheeeesh. I go to Hawaii on the 18th and come back to Seattle on the 28th. If I go online at all, it will have to be from someone
else's house who has net access. That'd probably be pretty annoying, huh? Visiting someone on your vacation and asking, "Hey... can I use your net connection?"
(Not in the case of all my geek friends. Those guys give their guests food, drink, and net access.)
I have a JOB interview tomorrow at 2 pm! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! I can't wait to start DOING stuff again. I feel like I'm going to end up working for these guys. (id est, I think the interview will go very well.) In other feet-smellingly fascinating news, "The Real World, Seattle" is scouting locations and accepting apps. So, if you live in Seattle, and you wanna be on MTV, you could be in luck! Not that anyone in Seattle is at all interested in MTV. nooo.
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Bus again, today. No flashlight weirdo, but another mumbling freak got on, at the same place.
Thinking about it now, I seem to remember a retirement home being near that stop. This one was giggling, mostly, and talking
pretty loudly about many things. Babbling, really. He, too, sat DIRECTLY BEHIND ME on an empty bus. Is the back of my head fascinating to
very old people? I thought about turning around and telling him, "Your babbling is getting on my nerves.", but if it didn't matter to him that
he had no one to babble TO, it probably didn't matter to him what people that actually exist thought. (...to-him-what-people-that...yuk.)
I met Brian outside the door of Kris' work. I was happy to be babbled at by someone who was actualy sane. After a while he started singing REM songs in a bad imitation of South Park's "Cartman". This irritated me. "Shut up. Shut up right NOW.", I said. He shut up. Wow. I never tried that one before. Julie went home to paint or something, and Kris and I and Brian had a pretty nice night after that, discussing religion and the nature of selfishness, buying KMFDM tickets (I didn't have to pay for mine! I love Kris!), and making fun of Tara's orange floral print shirt. Mostly, I thought about how the hell I will get to Bellevue tomorrow. Bus, I guess. Then I'll wander around till I find "Eastridge Corporate Center". My dad had some guests over. I came out of my room wearing a black long sleeved turtleneck and black jeans and black socks. One of the guests was wearing the exact same thing. Well, I thought it was funny. Especially since they were all dressed in business clothes, except her. So tomorrow: Job Interview, mailing large checks to Mom, and KMFDM. Today: don't read The Cows Make Noise, and then don't not tell anyone about it. You know, I feel weird about providing links to people who mention me in a positive context. It's like a roundabout way of tooting my own horn. I don't wanna toot any horns. I don't want my horn tooted. I don't want the web to degenerate into an incestuous, self-aware tangle that only ever talks about the web. Do you ever read articles in the newspaper that are about other newspapers? I wouldn't. (then there's companies on the web. I still think advertising on the web is like advertising in the library. "Duhh.") Artificially flavored foods should be required by the FDA to have their flavors in quotes. Mmm, "Grape" soda. -- Kris |
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