I just read my post from this morning in the light of a new day and a few hours sleep and work. I think it may seem a little more bitter to the innocent bystander than I intended it to be. I was in a weird mood last night, and was listening to odd music that got my blood flowing (“Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin'” by Michael Jackson). Even so, I don’t feel sorry for some of the potentially offensive things I wrote. If my viewpoints bother you, tough cookies, and if my own viewpoints bother me, I have some major issues to work out. Neither of which involves dimming down or editing my posts here. But they don’t bother me, really, it just surprises me a little that I wrote it for the “world” to see.

But I’m rambling now a little, procrastinating on working on those much loved college apps. Schools: Worcester Polytech, Rensselaer Polytech, Carleton College, Univ. of Rochester (not a public school), and NC State (safety, safety!). I have not been able to visit any of these colleges, nor will I, until I move into one of them in July/August. Doesn’t that kinda suck, to be willing to fork out $30+ grand for a school I’ve never seen? But I don’t travel, so I rely on the opinions of students there and counselors and people I know that have been in Massachusetts, Minnesota, and New York. I can only hope it turns out well.

I made the mistake of downloading some Kylie Minogue songs this morning before going to work. “Can’t Get You Out of My Head” is friggin’ right. While slinging popcorn, this little voice in my ear rang “La la la, la la la la-la…” Good grief. She has a very sweet voice, if that makes sense, much like the lead singer from Six Pence None the Richer. Very pop-ish, and kind of honeyed. It’s something I have to be in the mood for (as I have an aversion to all things remotely squeaky, like many girls’ voices).

Speaking of potentially annoying-ass girls, I worked with Elizabeth and Jennifer today. Elizabeth is a very smart, very cool chicka that takes little or no crap from anyone. Jennifer is the whiner that I wrote about this morning. She’s got a stutter that can be unbearable; if she’s going to bitch and complain about something, you don’t want her to take 10 minutes to do so. These girls strongly dislike each other. Strongly. For the first two hours of our shift, all I heard was bitching, bitching, bitching from both sides. After our breaks, I finally got sick of it. “Hey! I’m not your goddamn mother. I don’t want to hear you bitch about her, and her bitch about you. I don’t give a fuck.” We had a great stony silence for the next two hours. It was bliss; I hardly even looked at the clock. About four o’clock, Jennifer broke the ice with Elizabeth (Jennifer gets over anger quickly and was trying so hard to be nice to everyone all day, it almost hurt). For the remaining two hours, they giggled and chatted like the best of friends, completely silent and withdrawn around me. It wasn’t my goal to get them to be bosom buddies, or team them up against me, I just wanted that stony silence to last until six o’clock. No such luck. I counted down the seconds from four to six o’clock in my head, adding formulas for calculating the amount of seconds and milliseconds left and determining the derivatives of those, trying to make meaning of it all. My only consolation was that I knew I was going to eat at Macado’s tonight. Which I did. I sit before you now, satiated on black bean quesadillas (good vegetarian food). Au revoir.