Yesterday was great. Absinthe and I went out shopping for little trinkets for ourselves and others. She bought secret present-type things, which would be imprudent of me to reveal here and I bought a cool wind-up toy of a boy on a scooter who moves his leg to scoot around and a hollow, foot-high nun that is now home to my condom collection and can conveniently carry about 20 condoms in the pages of her bible, mwah-ha-ha-ha. Another result of our shopping day is that I've decided that I must embark on a quest of epic proportions. Ok, so maybe not truly epic, but I'm going to search my ass off for the cat, latex, fetish mask that Enid buys in Ghostworld. I will wear it everyday until it becomes as a second skin. It will be a glorious thing. merrr...Enid....merrr.
Oooh...we also bought a bunch of stationary and stickers, so after we'd returned, we sat down and wrote beautiful, heavily-decorated letters. Listening to sad music and writing love letters is always the right thing to do. At 8:30, we jumped up and began preparing for Dia De Los Muertos party in the SU. We got all hotted up in tight, red dresses and black heels. HAWT. At first, not many people were dancing and those that were dancing were trying REALLY HARD to look sexy and normal at the same time. As this is a feat that I have rarely seen accomplished, especially at my college, things were off to a slow start. After the first little while, hundreds of us were dancing wildly and passionately to that wonderful, blissful point where your not aware of individual movements, people and thoughts, just the wonderful sensation of dancing uncontrollably. It was a wonderful thing.
The Samba party made me super-tired, so I scampered off to talk on the phone and go to sleep. I was just settling in for a good nights sleep, when I checked my e-mail and saw a most beautiful sight: a request for an SG interview! I have officially passed through the first, fire-laden hoop! The excitement mounts. (he-he, I said mounts) Also, Thanksgiving is on the horizon and I have a special visitor coming down thursday thru thanksgiving weekend. Many things to look forward to. Now I just have to buckle down and do my schoolwork. End Transmission.
Oooh...we also bought a bunch of stationary and stickers, so after we'd returned, we sat down and wrote beautiful, heavily-decorated letters. Listening to sad music and writing love letters is always the right thing to do. At 8:30, we jumped up and began preparing for Dia De Los Muertos party in the SU. We got all hotted up in tight, red dresses and black heels. HAWT. At first, not many people were dancing and those that were dancing were trying REALLY HARD to look sexy and normal at the same time. As this is a feat that I have rarely seen accomplished, especially at my college, things were off to a slow start. After the first little while, hundreds of us were dancing wildly and passionately to that wonderful, blissful point where your not aware of individual movements, people and thoughts, just the wonderful sensation of dancing uncontrollably. It was a wonderful thing.
The Samba party made me super-tired, so I scampered off to talk on the phone and go to sleep. I was just settling in for a good nights sleep, when I checked my e-mail and saw a most beautiful sight: a request for an SG interview! I have officially passed through the first, fire-laden hoop! The excitement mounts. (he-he, I said mounts) Also, Thanksgiving is on the horizon and I have a special visitor coming down thursday thru thanksgiving weekend. Many things to look forward to. Now I just have to buckle down and do my schoolwork. End Transmission.
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emale:
Ha ha! I was totally kidding. I wouldn't know what to ask you. But I wouldn't worry about the personality thing. Think of all the different personalities these interviewers must experience all the time. You have a good sense of humor and a sharp wit. You'll be fine. Knock 'em dead. 
applerecords1251:
Thank you for the birthday wishes! That was very thoughtfull.