Saturday, April 08, 2006

Why do I do this to myself?

You know, honestly, if I have (because I'm forced you know) to watch one more movie where the teenage girl is a raving lunatic bitch to her old pal so that she can win the love of a hunky jock only to realize the pal is the one she really wants and the pal takes her back at the very end even though she's done nothing but abuse him and make his life a living hell for months, I'm going to stone-cold freak out. No lie.

Sure, you might say I could just "turn off the TV" or "watch something else," but you'd be wrong about that, because I am apparently physically unable to stop watching teenage angst movies even though I'm actually 31 years old. Geez.

I'm so excited for my big interview on Tuesday -- I feel like those kids in those stupid Disney commercials, "I'm TOOOOOO excited!" I'm not sure how it will go, and I'm scared to get my hopes up, but I can't help it because I haven't had an interview in MONTHS so it just seems hard to stay objective. I'm plotting my outfit and my makeup and everything, and I just want the weekend to be over so I can get in there and meet them and find out about the job -- foremost "how long is this hiring process going to take?" I can't take another three month decision (not) making process -- that was insane and wasted a lot of my time for a job I ultimately didn't get. No more of that nonsense.

Did I mention this place is mere BLOCKS from my favorite bar? Home of the 34 oz beer? HELL YES!

PS: Because I do nothing but watch cheeseball movies on ABC Family, I want to give a shout-out to my good pal B., because I saw a preview for this movie today and I IMMEDIATELY wanted to make sure we get together and watch it and get drunk or something -- she'll know why.
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