I'm frustrated. I got a phone call this morning while at the laundromat (that i didn't hear because the laundromat was so loud, so it was only afterwards when I heard the "beeep" that means that I have voicemail) from the internship interview that I shouldn't have even agreed to in the first place because it seems so shady. Anyways, he's all insistent that I call him back and I don't want to, I want to hear from the other interview so badly I can taste it. It's very frustrating and the weather only makes it worse--we're smothered under a blanket of wet drizzly fog. It doesn't help that poor Biff pulled an all-nighter last night working on his video project (which turned out looking pretty darn cool) but still, I mean, when he gets home at 10:30 pm and I barely get home before he does...I went to bed at 1 a.m. and Biff tries to wake me up to help him with the filming but the problem is that when i go to sleep, my extremely mean/cranky/unpleasant subconcious is the only part of my brain operating. And so I'm negatively helpful--and the worst part is, I don't remember any of it in the morning.
I want good news from the internship I want and sunshine. I want them so bad I can almost taste them.
Sleep would be nice--as well as not having to take the dreaded theology exam tomorrow. When I say dreaded, I mean dreaded. This morning i was using my "Bible Memory Verse" flashcards to study while I waited for the clothes to dry, and this creepy older man was trying to chat with me about them. Maybe he was just trying to be nice, I don't know. Biff said that reading the Bible at a laundromat was going to attract the creepy people and I have to agree.