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Still working on the Halloween pix... we shall see.

So I got off my lazy rear and got an application from one of the local libraries, which is hiring for page positions. Got my recommendations, information, and just need to finish filling it out to give back today -- I'm crossing my fingers that I get this 'cause otherwise I have this sneaking suspicion I'll end up working at a grocery store or wholesale club or *shudder* the vet... or something else less interesting and/or more gross. Yeah, I'm a spoiled brat, why do you ask? :P Anyways. Hope-hope-hope-hope-hope I get this job. Sheesh, if I'm this stressed over a part-time job can you imagine me come college applications?

Those tropical skittles are really good. I am callously taking advantage of the fact that my dad's house is way far out in the woods and no trick-or-treaters bother to make their way back here... more candy for me. >:)

Let's see, what other random comments can I make? I have discovered that people I would never have suspected have incredible art talents. Through actually looking at the names on the art, I found that this one kid in my philosophy class did the cover art for last year's fall lit magazine. It's an anime-style drawing, probably ink and watercolor, a happy cheerleader-type giving a big hug to a slightly stressed-looking ("get me out of here", you can see him saying) young man. It's a really nice drawing, and it's kinda weird to think that its artist is sitting two seats down from me every day in class. You know? Plus I caught sight of the sketches that this one guy I help with programming a lot made, and they're pretty impressive as well. Once again I find myself taught that there is indeed more than meets the eye to some of these people. Note to self: be slightly less cynical. make fewer assumptions.

And while I'm at it, get little sister a pony.

OK, that was over-sarcastic, this is certainly something far more feasible than that -- but it's so hard to have faith in humanity when so much of it seems bent on proving that wrong. I wish I had a cynical anecdote to add here but I can't think of one right now. It's kind of sad: I need to *not* get enough sleep so that when I'm half-dozing and out of it I can blame it on not having enough sleep. When I get my nine hours' worth, there's nothing to blame my absentmindedness on but myself, and that's no fun at all.

Off to leave an entry in wolfwoman's diary, as requested, though the mood I'm in she may well regret that. :P