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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.

Ugh. I'm dead right now. I Went: Driving alone today--the farthest I've ever gone alone. On an HOUR long car ride that was probably two hours--I wouldn't know, I lost count. DROVE THE ENTIRE TIME ON THAT HOUR LONG CAR RIDE. AND BACK. To Greencastle for a retarded softball tournament that she may have to go back for again tomorrow, but thoughtfully declines RIGHT NOW. To bed. Good Night, and see you in 16 hours. (Of sleep, that is.)

Dear Steph, Well, I knew you were in NH and I didn't want to bother you, but I just got back from driving and almost hitting a deer again. So I'm a LEETLE stressed out right now. That's not the big story though...it gets worse! The big story is that Carlos went away to CONA and came back and the lucky bastard already has himself a girlfriend! I know, YAY!! But sort of. I dunno. I'm not jealous, but there's this sick feeling in the pit of my gut that's a mixture between being shanked and eating bad food. I dunno why I feel like this but I can't talk to Marz about it because she's got issues of her own and she'd just make fun of me anyways...but now Carlos is running for YOUTH GOVERNOR (which is a big deal) and it completely pisses me off because he should not be allowed to be this successful while I sit around without a job, without a boyfriend, and without a life. I don't want to vote for him at all, but my delegation would think I'm a traito...

Uhhh...jeez. This afternoon I've been looking at my calendar. I've noticed that I have a HELLUVA lot of things going on very soon. And sometimes, they happen *simaltaneously*!!! For instance, I'm a complete sped. I had totally forgotten that HP5 (the movie) comes out on a WEDNESDAY. WHAT THE HELL?!? What movie comes out on a WEDNESDAY? I've got a job interview next Tuesday. Then the movie comes out on Wednesday (still idiotic). The week after that I have to babysit, and then I have a HUGE family reunion/grad party the same day that HP7 (the book) comes out. And don't even ask me about August! I'm excited, however. Finally, my summer has some SUBSTANCE! Have a magical day!