silverfae9 | When I Met Elwood Mingus Johnsmith Calloway.

Tomorrow I have an interview with a finance company, of all bizzare things. I'm not sure how you go from "english degree" to "finance" but I hear they make a lot of money. But I'm the girl who can't add without a calculator, or at least several handily friendly sets of fingers and toes, so I'm not sure how this is going to work out. I'm enjoying this whole career search thing, though. Usually, I hate going on interviews, but that's because I'm generally trying to keep myself off the streets. However, since I'm such a big fan of personal reinvention, I've decided to look at it as a chance to be a new samantha every day. It's either that or be frustrated and poke my eyes out, and I kinda like my eyes just where they are.

I've been so mellow lately. Mellow, mellow, mellow. This is probably largely due to my highly satisfactory visit from my highly satisfactory visitor this weekend, but I don't mind. I like being mellow. It's so Seattle.

I was trying to explain Elwood Mingus Johnsmith Calloway to someone today, Hay-den, and I realized that it's something you can't explain. Just a phenomenon born of trivial pursuit.

My brother will be nine on Sunday, and I cannot deal with this. What are they doing, getting so old?

Also, I was at work this morning staring at the wall, and when I looked at the clock on the screen it said 11:11. I did -not- touch it, but I thought about touching it, and that is -so- not cool. Damn you and your brainwashing!