This is real.

Here are some things I have been thinking about lately.

I got the job at the MTC. That is neat, but what it really means, as I said earlier, is that they will call me when there is an opening. They had one not too long ago, but then it was filled by a former teacher who decided to come back. I had scheduled an interview quite long time ago, then cancelled it for a job interview I thought I wanted more. The interview (with BYU Broadcasting) had gone so well I assumed it was a shoo-in--she had even said "when you work here" the whole time, using the future tense as opposed to the potential mood. I left some writing samples with her and I think that must have been what turned her off. She struck me as a repressed, conservative type, and I think one of the pieces of writing was about something vaguely political? I don't remember for sure, but I am convinced that is what did it. I offended her with my writing. Not that I'm sorry about that. Anyway, I wonder if I shouldn't have cancelled that initial MTC interview, and then maybe I would have gotten the job. Then Grady falls asleep in my arms, and I think, eh, screw it. All I want is my babies. Even at eight dollars a freakin hour, I want to stay with my babies.

If the MTC calls, I will take the job, because I felt so strongly that I needed to apply there. But that will probably not be for a long time, if ever.

The SEGO festival was this weekend, and it was pretty fun. I am glad it is over. I spent a great deal of my own money on last-minute necessities (but not nearly as much as Ama did, so I have no right to complain) so I do not feel obligated to donate to the SEGO festival fund this year or next year. Well, maybe next year, if I have a better job. I am very happy that the SEGO festival is over now. It was fun, mind you, but now Ama can smile again, and we can all sleep.

I could happily live the rest of my life eating cheesy bread. Assuming I could do that without becoming anemic or fat.

Today Bryan repelled from the second-story balcony and I wanted to kill him.

The End.

Oh yeah, and I'm getting a dog.





His name is Shadow, but that is pretty much the name of every black dog in existence, and I'm not crazy about it. I'm trying to think of a name that ends in O, but is cool. Ideas so far include Milo, Kilo, Benno, and Shiloh. Others?