I just read my previous entry and it sounded a bit like a 15yr old girl wrote it and I feel ashamed.

There are days when I think I sound cool in my diary and then there are days like today where I think I look like every other fucktard out there trying to look cool and failing miserably.

I almost capitalized "miserably" but that wouldn't be cool, would it?

I am on my lunch hour right now and just checked the mirror to see what ghastly food I had in my teeth (for later when I get the munchies - kidding) and I have no food in my teeth. I'm kind of shocked as I just ate a sandwich with white bread. White bread being the bane of existence of my teeth. Did that come out right?

I've been using that expression a lot lately. The bane of my existence. I like the way it sounds and also nobody at work understands that expression because they're all "english is my fourth language!" and I'm all "English is the only language I know!" and they're all "well you're just not cultured are ya!?" and I'm all "do you even know the meaning of culture?"

And I just can't be bothered to write in quotes anymore.

Skip to a more pleasant monologue:

The interview is tomorrow at 12:00pm with a woman named Darryl. I have never known any women other than Darryl Hannah...uhm...who were named Darryl. How unfortunate. Especially since the woman is french. My interviewer, not Darryl Hannah.

This job seems cool but it's one of those jobs where you read up on their website who and what they are and you just feel too much like white trash to even think about interviewing with them. But I'm forging ahead. (did that make sense?) They provide financial support and own a magazine. This is where the 50% writing comes in: I would be writing for the magazine. I checked the website of this magazine and apparently the readership is 18-35 yr olds who are well-educated, fashion-conscious, and many other hyphenated expressions that lead me to rethink my entire wardrobe. I'm just not cool enough to grace the steps of this office.

This office, coincidentally enough, is situated in a house. A house of all places to have an office. Go figure.

So that's tomorrow. I'll be sure to update you on how miserably I failed. The good thing I can take away from all of this is that I will be walking into that office sans desperation. I have a job. I don't need this job.

In other news, tonight I am going to meet part of J's family. An aunt by marriage. She's really not part of the family, but seems everybody in everybody's life has to meet her so tonight will be my time to meet her. Joy.

Tomorrow night I'm taking J to dinner at a ritzy, mysterious restaurant that is baffling his mind because I haven't told him the name of it, nor the cuisine. It shall be fun. Afterwards, while my parents are at the Cher concert I will be having fun with J. We had decided on going to the hockey game but then decided we were stupid about doing that since I'll have the house to myself (with my 78 yr old aunt sitting deaf-as-a-doorknob upstairs) for four hours. This just in: Hockey's out, sex is in.

Sunday is J's birthday dinner at his house where I'll be meeting more parts of his family: an aunt and uncle who are blood related to his mother. This aunt is apparently in her 80's and is such a cool aunt that she frequently asks priests how their sex life is. When they answer "non-existant" she answers "likewise." I am looking forward to meeting her.

And that's all the update I can do for you now because my chair is being a pain in my back.