Yesterday i completed a final paper for my marketing class, and good thing too, because one more day of market research and my brain was about to explode out my ears. Now i have a ten-day break until summer classes start, in which i will.... i don't know. i have no idea. Dan just asked me what i'm going to do today, and i gazed longingly out the window and said, "Contemplate my own mortality."
No actually, i'm going to the mall. But first, i'm headed to the spa to get all my zities popped by a professional. The other day we were sitting on the couch watching IRON CHEF, and i was fingering a huge volcano surfacing from underneath my cheek, and i said to Dan, "I thought i was supposed to, like, be done having zits after puberty!" And Dan was like: "I KNOW, RIGHT?"
There's nothing that makes you less psyched up for an interview than the threat of your potential boss leaning across the table, pointing, and taunting "Pizza face!"