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Written @ 12:13 a.m. on April 29, 2005

Tomorrow I go in for my Final. I could be more nervous. Well, maybe not. Every time I think about the test I feel like tossing my cookies. I keep going over my words constantly and keep messing up the words I already know. It's just nerves. I'll be okay. Really.
Our family is going on a diet starting next month. When I look in the mirror and say holy crap, what happened?! That's a fair bet that I need a change in eating. I could lose weight, if I just got off my ass. So I'm going to do it. My (sucky) apartment complex has a closet sized gym I can use. I'm as excited as a chihuahua for the pool to open. I think it will be around the end of May, even though it's warming up quite nicely around here. For the most part.
My brother is starting drum lessons next Wednesday. He is so excited. He'll start out on a drum pad instead of an actual set, so it'll be a little better noise wise. I just sort of thought that once he gets home, I'll have him teach me what he's learned that day, so I'll be learning too. In a round-about way. I just applied for a job that I am now-qualified for- pending the Final. I want it. WANT it. Badly. It's for the labor & delivery unit of a downtown hospital. Oh please. Please, please call me. I already feel like I suck for them not calling me like 2 seconds after I put the application in. It's been two days, people. Callll me. You know you want to (or maybe you don't). I'm qualified, I can do the job. After I'm done with the class, it'll be full time application-ing. So I'll soon be off the job market. I hope. I hope hope hope. Oh please God, I want this job. Heh. Sorry everyone.

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