So, they told me in the exact words I've been waiting for that I have the job today. That was exciting. Has anyone reading this (you know, all 3 of you) ever seen The Jerk (w/ Steve Martin)? I'm currently celebrating the job like getting my name in the phone book: "I am somebody!!"
God, I love that movie. I should think about it more often. Ok, just a few quotes from IMDb for posterity. I really wished I owned it.
Navin R. Johnson: I know we've only known each other four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days. And the third day seemed like a week again and the fourth day seemed like eight days. And the fifth day you went to see your mother and that seemed just like a day, and then you came back and later on the sixth day, in the evening, when we saw each other, that started seeming like two days, so in the evening it seemed like two days spilling over into the next day and that started seeming like four days, so at the end of the sixth day on into the seventh day, it seemed like a total of five days. And the sixth day seemed like a week and a half. I have it written down, but I can show it to you tomorrow if you want to see it.
Navin R. Johnson: Well I'm gonna to go then. And I don't need any of this. I don't need this stuff, and I don't need you. I don't need anything except this.
[picks up an ashtray]
Navin R. Johnson: And that's it and that's the only thing I need, is this. I don't need this or this. Just this ashtray. And this paddle game, the ashtray and the paddle game and that's all I need. And this remote control. The ashtray, the paddle game, and the remote control, and that's all I need. And these matches. The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control and the paddle ball. And this lamp. The ashtray, this paddle game and the remote control and the lamp and that's all I need. And that's all I need too. I don't need one other thing, not one - I need this. The paddle game, and the chair, and the remote control, and the matches, for sure. And this. And that's all I need. The ashtray, the remote control, the paddle game, this magazine and the chair.
Navin R. Johnson: And I don't need one other thing, except my dog.
Navin R. Johnson: I don't need my dog.
But I digress.
I finished my painting today. It's uh... lovely. Like a 4th grader painted it for his/her mom. I lack the skillz yo. But my Art Ed roommate says it's fine so I am taking that as the Truth and turning the bitch in. It's hilarious, all black and white with a zebra and siamese cat having a stare down in a jungle- It looks like I puked charcoal and it came out in shapes. Maybe I'll post a picture of it here if I can borrow a digital camera.
Fantastic amount of work has gotten done lately. I'm having problems concentrating on one thing right now, but I'm hoping after this brief caffeine induced *SBS episode, I'll be able to get back to it. Whoa, seriously I just stopped typing to check out the fact that you can tell by the worn keys on my laptop that I'm right handed. Which makes me wonder, is that something that is universal? Or just me. I'm assuming things that would contribute to this would be I push harder with my right hand, the right hand briefly leaves and refinds the keys when I push enter/backspace/whatev, and probably the fact that I use my right hand more means there's more residue from other objects on the finger tips of that hand. This would have some affect on the plastic keys, right? Am I just talking crazy here or could this be a valid theory?
OMG do you see what I mean? I'm not even looking at the screen I'm staring into space with fixed eyes and I don't want to focus on anything but my mind. And I think I've lost it.
Wow- I'm going to go away from the computer now and do something to better mankind until I can focus again. And by bettering mankind I mean taking DVDs back to Blockbuster. You know, livin' that rockstar lifestyle.
**SBS- Saturated Brain Syndrome... when I get to that point where it feels like my brain is a saturated sponge and can't absord one more thing. It makes me innattentive, sluggish, insane, and really really random. I can sit and stare at something without a visual thought for several minutes. This is not a medical term, but yet another KTKatical term to describe my various unexplained phenomena. Like my memorable bout of Appalachia in 2006, for instance.