1) Drive
2) Drive around looking for jobs
I was too embarrassed to actually ask for apps, I didn’t realize before I left that I hadn’t showered. In the rearview mirror I looked like a cross between a meth addict and a vampire.
I did, however, go inside the bowling alley. They do indeed have dance revolution machines (two of them!) but they had this pointless thing where you don’t put coins in the machines, you have to get some kind of card and put money on it…and the card making machine didn’t take quarters. What is it, $5 a game? Do we really need to bring credit (or at least the facsimile of it) into the realm of arcade games? Really, guys.
Anyway, Plan B was to hit the ghetto Target on Arden, but in my dehydration and general Sara Goldfarb-ness today, I got lost and ended up on Fair Oaks. Aw, heck, I thought…I might as well get a haircut. I went to the ATM and it was out of order. That was the last straw. I was just like “Okay, gods…I knew leaving the house today was a mistake…you have confirmed my suspicions by a factor of ten.”
Man I’m out of it. My phone kept ringing with texts and I would freak out for a second each time because the part of my brain that’s alive today doesn’t understand the concept of texting. This has been 80% of my morning:
–>*random sound*
–> Autonomic Nervous System Says: “AAH! IT’S A HUNGRY LION! Brain, do something!
–> Brain says: “Oh wait…it’s a cell phone.”
But in good news, Amanda is here! We’re going out for coffee tomorrow! Eek!
I just ate a banana.
It was tasty.
I want to watch Gummo but I’m sure it would put me to sleep.
My only mission in existing today is to cover up the fact I stayed up all night from my grandma.
She came out before I left and asked if there was anything she could do to help me get a job, and was really nice to me. I really don’t know. But I do know my insurance runs out on the 7th.
Must. Get. A. Job. Immediately.