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jeevesths (3:45:08 AM): At which point I scream and make religious signs. jeevesths (3:45:43 AM): so...you need help with probability, all you gotta do is scream for me. italianagirl651 (3:46:05 AM): Yes. Avoid religious symbols. But you want to know something very funny? italianagirl651 (3:46:29 AM): As in, 'Whoa, never saw that coming out of her mouth' funny. jeevesths (3:46:34 AM): sure. italianagirl651 (3:47:27 AM): I got a letter from a church the other day. Just one of the random flyers we always get from one of the ones out here, talking about their thing and how they need members and money, you know, like the newsletter? italianagirl651 (3:48:29 AM): Well, I made fun of it, of course. I pretended it burned my hands in front of my dad. But as I was walking to the trash can, I thought, "Hmm. I haven't been to church in ages. Maybe I should try going to one of these yuppie churches. Maybe the people there are nice democrats. Maybe." italianagirl651 (3:...

(Alternate Titles: Hamartia and Me , Your Choice in Shoes Can Make Or Break You , Flip Flops, Jack, and I, or I Totally Overused Caps In This Post ) *BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!* "ALEXA! WAKE UP!!!!" I did. And I quickly jumped into my interview clothes, applied a wee bit of makeup, and looked at the floor. Sitting there were these gold flip flops. Old Navy of course, but just tan enough to go perfectly with my outfit--tan blouse-ish type shirt with white cami underneath, frilly patterned skirt--it matched so perfectly, I slipped them on and didn't look back. Yeah, turns out that was my tragic flaw. My Hamartia. ("The "tragic hero" attempts to do the "right thing" in a situation where the right thing cannot be done.") Tragic Hero: Moi. Right thing: Wearing sensible librarianistic (AKA Republican) shoes. Why I couldn't do it: I DIDN'T HAVE ANY OTHER SHOES THAT MATCHED SO PERFECTLY! Mom and Dad told me to 86 the flip flops. I didn't list...

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shiza. Yes, it is 1:30 in the morning. I know I'm accustomed to late-night posting, but I really shouldn'y be online right now. Want to know why? I HAVE MY FIRST JOB INTERVIEW TOMORROW. Oh God. Just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt. I am 16 years old. Job interviews are for 20-somethings right out of college. But naww...I have to chill, or else I may just ROYALLY (seeing as I am the Queen) fuck this up. Okay, so it's not like an interview to be Donald Trump's assistant or anything, it's only for the page position at my local library. But it would be my first actual job, so it's a big deal for me. I need to relax. I was basically a page in my school's library all year. I can do this. I can do this. Chilling. Breathing. Maybe it won't be that bad.