I’m going to do this. I’m going to do this. I’m going to do this. I’m going to do this. I’m going to do this.
Maybe if I keep saying that over and over to myself, I’ll blog every day like I’ve been meaning to do.
This will be a short one, kind of like using training wheels so I can get used to this blogging thing.
I have a job interview at 5, I have a lab and a worksheet on science due tomorrow. The interview is about 2 hours long, and I’ve already scoped the house out with the help of Kyle. It looks nice. It’s huge.
I had a different interview a few days ago. I think it went well, but I haven’t gotten a phone call back yet. I hope I do. I need money.
I keep telling myself to take more pictures, and today I took two of my dorm room. The bed is rumpled, because I had to get up to get to class at 8, and I let Kyle sleep in. I took one of my desk, which is piled high with everything from a fan to a bottle of sand. (It’s my goal sand.)
The amount of time I spend sitting at my computer, eating stuff out of my food drawer, is larger than the amount of time I: blog, take photos, attend class.
Salem got a home. He’s happy, the family is happy, I’m happy. (His name is now Faolan, which means wolf in Gaelic.)
I’m still reading. (Right now it’s Kathleen Woodiwiss, but I wanted something fast and easy.)