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I ate lunch at Raythenon's expense, and got someone to take my resume. My best bet would be to go on their website and look for jobs that don't require a BS in some flavor of engineering. NU has a great co-op plan, decent resources, but there is a lot more of them devoted to engineering. I don't regret going, but I will look at which departments get the most resources and job recruitment when looking at grad schools. Oh, right, linguistics, even linguistics with a computer science bent, isn't exactly a popular field, as opposed to business, engineering, computer science.

Well, the loan is waiting for me to sign it, and I feel okay, even if it is less than I wanted. It is enough, if I work more than 16 hours. That's the kicker, isn't it? Work during really nice days and when I feel shitty, when I have final projects to do. I will have to work on that time management thing.

I am taking antibotics to take down the swelling. I think it is bacteria buildup, and maybe it will knock it out. I hope so. I don't like the idea of taking too many antibotics, but I try to do it only when I have something that is not viral and not easily cured by bedrest and orange juice.

I hope things goes well. I hope my brother is okay. I hope.

How the hell did he know?

Tidbit from freewillastrology.com:

Suggested book for those of you who are resisting a good change that would only be uncomfortable in the short run: Thomas Moore's Care of the Soul: A Guide for Cultivating Depth and Sacredness in Everyday Life. Advice for those of you who feel God hasn't been responding well to your requests: Shout out sweaty prayers while dancing to the music that moves you to tears and shivers. Recommended action for those of you who desperately want to break a habit that chronically undermines your best relationships: Shift the blame for the problem onto a silly scapegoat like Bugs Bunny or Gwyneth Paltrow; go around saying, "It's all Bill Gates' fault."

So, if I start getting anxious about Where The Relationship Is Going, remember, it is all Yakko Warner's fault.

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Yep, it's official. Somehow my inner child has raided the candy raver toy adoption sites. I take no responsibility for the fact that she is looking through this site and wants to adopt a mini-Grover. She also wants that chest of toys. She's on crack--or is it Pixie Stix? I haven't seen her this bad since she proceeded to download every KISS doll that caught her fancy. She loves Revolutionary Girl Utena, if only for the clothes. I indulge her, but if she goes late at night to happy hardcore shows, my inner child is grounded for a week.