"Sure, every day the Earth rotates backwards and the skies turn orange."

So, wow. WOW. WOW. For a week that started off so unbelievably badly, things went really well afterwards. Really well.

Tuesday night, a new local club had its first 18+ club. Never one to miss an opportunity, I went not just for the fun of being with friends...I wanted a job. I had heard they were hiring dancers and I've been getting more and more desperate for money. The key detail of a rather eventful was that I did, in fact, get the job. And flirted with a really pretty gorgeous guy (who flirted back). He turns out to be 32, which is out of my usual dating age range...but depending on how the next couple weeks go, I may make an exception. He's remarkably immature for being so much older than me. :-P
By which, I mean, he acts the same age I act. At least, he does when he's drunk.

Now, Wednesday passed by relatively uneventfully. And by that I mean, things happened but I honestly don't remember much of it. I suppose that's not a good sign, although no news is good news, or so I'm told by my mother.

Today was the big one. Tuesday night, I had run into my friend Zach who had wanted me to work at Abercrombie Kids with him when my initial job hunt was going so poorly. He had informed me that he had become a manager, and wanted to hire me. So I went to Park City today, walked into Abercrombie, met up with Zach, and went next door to fill out another application.
I'm starting tomorrow. I couldn't be more excited. I finally have a real job. And a dancing job!

But as if my life didn't get better, there was the weather. It was horrible today. Driving to and from Park City I literally knew where the road was by watching tail lights, because I couldn't see the road due to all of the torrents of rain.
The DJ on the radio said we had "severe thunderstorm warnings, flash flood warnings, and tornado warnings." I jokingly added "and Armageddon warnings."

The joke got less funny when the sky turned orange. I'm still not sure what that was, but the fact is it looked awesome and the world didn't end so I'm feeling pretty lucky about that. I wish I had gotten a picture, but alas, I did not.

Later, when I returned to my dorm from all the rest of my day, my various classes and meetings in the evening, I discovered I had an instant message from Boy-Craig.
"You win."
Now, I don't want to jinx anything, so I won't explain it. I'm not happy, because he's hurting and I wouldn't wish that on him no matter what he did to me. But I'm hopeful, very hopeful.

That sort of reminds me, I did want to ask everyone's opinion on something -- a question that always is rattling around in my head due to being raised on romance novels where people just seem to know they're in love...how does one really tell?
I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I think I'm in love with Craig. I guess it's a possibility. Other people have said I am, though that means nothing. I'm mostly just curious as to everyone's opinions on these things.

Right now, as I sit here, I can hear the sounds of college life. There's a guy rapping down the hall, something just broke somewhere, and my roommate is playing a video game. No one is drunk and no one is playing guitar, but otherwise...Oh. There was just a (very manly) scream that came from a movie someone is watching down the hall. It doesn't get more college than this, unless somebody's drunk.
....and as I say this, Bridger starts yelling "HEY! HEY EVERYBODY!" so I go "What're you yelling about?" and he goes "Hey Graham". Maybe there is a drunk person, and somebody just started really early.

So, now...this week has been a week full of stories which I have neglected to share here. I promise to keep these all thought provoking or at least mildly entertaining.

As far as the job hunt goes...well, it's sort of halted. I neglected to mention that Saturday night, Cody (the bartender at Shimmer) told me they were looking for another bartender, and he thinks I should do it. I think I need a job, and it's not like I've never worked at a club before. Shimmer is much tamer than Gallery anyways, more PG-13...so it should be fine working there. So it's a possibility I will be exploring this weekend.

On Tuesday, I had a job interview at Abercrombie. It went well except for how I neglected to mention any of the people I know who work or have worked there. So...I made sure to go socialize with my friend Zach who was working there right afterwards. We'll see, they said they would call in a week if I got the job. Keep your fingers crossed, guys! I really need this, I am so frustrated and worried over this.
I feel like something else exciting happened Tuesday, but not really. I just hung out with Anthony for a little while...

Oh! I remember now. As you may recall, the bathrooms at Park City are incredibly difficult, usually. However, this time I was delighted! I discovered that the reason I usually have so much trouble is that the bathrooms have been used too much. But on a Tuesday...there was paper towels in dispensers everywhere!! There was soap in the automatic soap dispenser, so I got to use soap! It was wonderful!
Of course, my other complaints about the bathroom still stand...but oh well.

Wednesday was a Wednesday. Blah. Then, there was last night.
Last night I had a cosmo for the first time, ever. Also last night? My friend Kate made cosmos for the first time ever. Which is how I can safely say I was a step above tipsy -- stroooooooong cosmo. Very strong. Plus, I'm a lightweight. It led to some interesting times. I'm not even sure I can really go into them.

In other news, I have some news about my friends from this summer. Sadly, its not good. There's some kind of drama going on, I didn't get any details. I'm afraid that may be why nobody's talking to me though, and that makes me very, really, ridiculously beyond sad.

More misadventures!

The past day or so have been...well...eventful.

You see, yesterday, I skipped math class. I had a job interview at Abercrombie & Fitch. Funny thing though. It was okay though, I needed the break. We'd been learning about other bases, and ancient number systems, and other things that made my brain leak out my ears. Which, ew at the mental image. Moving on....

On the way to the mall, the most exciting thing happened. You see, in Rhode Island, we're shitty drivers. I'm a better drive than most Rhode Islanders, and I am far from being good at driving. So, we're driving. My friend Jess, who is coming with me, looks out the window and goes "Oh, they're cute!" to the people driving on our right. That was my only warning, but fortunately it got me to ease on my brakes or I probably would have hit the cement barrier to my left to avoid getting hit by them.
Those same people procede to cut us off, which ordinarily would piss me the fuck off. I have terrible road rage, and I would've been cursing up a storm at that. Except for one thing. They're license plate. It had the inmistakable waves on it. I, in Central Bumfuck Pennsylvania, and been cut off by one of my own people! I was ecstatic!

The first thing, of course, is that the bathroom in Park City is totally automated. So this leads to about twenty minutes in it every time. Why? Well, because the sink's won't turn on right away. You hold out your hands for, roughly, forever. Finally water comes out. Not in like a stream though -- oh no -- in spurts. It spurts out at your hands. And then you try to get soap, which I have not managed to get to work once. And then, you have to get more spurts of water. Or you give up, and you go over to the automated hand dryer. And you wave your hands under it. Nothing happens. You wave your hands around it, circling the machine, then moving your hands in front of it. Obviously, nothing happens. You wave your hands under it. Nothing happens. You're about ready to give up and you pull your hands away and the thing comes roaring to life. So you shove your hands back up near it and try to dry your hands. But air dryers never work anyways. But I have yet to find any paper towles (although the trash can is full of them so they must be somewhere in there). So I inevitably leave with wet hands that have not been washed with soap.

We went up the escalator and, of course, stopped in Abercrombie (hot employees, obvi!!) Plus, y'know, my interview, which wasn't for a while yet. So then we went into H&M, and then into Victoria's Secret because Jess needed a bra. We'd been in H&M long enough though, that I had to bail on her for my interview. Or I thought I did.
Abercrombie does these group interviews twice a week. So I sat down on the couch and waited. No one else showed up, and no manager either. So I went to the counter and casually asked if they wanted me to come back. And by casually, I mean first I watched them goof off behind the ocunter, laughed at them, conversed a little bit, and then asked. Two of them jumped up and ran into the backroom. One of them returned and said they wanted me to come back Tuesday. Fortunately, Western Civ. is canceled on Tuesday. So I agreed to.
My friend Zach, who works there, wants me to work with him and I would love to. Also, I am dying to get myself a nice denim jacket, and the discount on the ones in Abercrombie (which are $40!!!) would be all kinds of famazing.

So Jess and I met up again, continued our oggling of both clothing and pretty people, and ended up in a store called Rave. A woman's clothing store. The employees were friendly, so we chilled with them for a while. This one guy who who works there was clearly hitting on me, but that was fine. He wasn't making me uncomfortable, so I pretty much ignored it and was just conversational.
So, a bit later, Jess convinces me to try on some women's jeans. She picks out a size 1 and a size 3 for me to try on. I relented, and went into the fitting room. I tried the size 1 first.
Jess: "How do they look?"
Me: "They won't go past my thigh and I can't get my other leg in. Who wears these and how long have they not been eating for?"
The size threes fit (barely) so she bought them for me. I actually wore them today. I had to wear them very low so I could breath. But dayum did my ass look FINE. :P

Last night was Amateur Strip Night at the club in Harrisburg, so I took some people with me. At first, I was the only one who was stripping (and I was only stripping because I was being made to because of the whole Mr. Shimmer ordeal). Then one of the other club regulars who pretty much strips most nights anyways showed up, and he ready to go.
Only thing is, we needed three contestants. So we spent the rest of the night trying to find one more contestant, male, female, both, neither, didn't matter. No one seemed willing. Finally, at 1 pm, my friend Mario had had enough to drink and we convinced/forced him to participate.
And he won!!!!!!!

So, then we were in the parking lot when I ran into Zach, and he told me I was crazy for wanting to interview at Rave and he was acting like I already had the job. Whatev. But then I ran into another friend of mine, and a bunch of us ended up at a diner. So I didn't get back to school until 4:30 am. At which point, I pretty much passed out in my bed and awoke at 11:30 and got dressed for another day of fun mall adventures.

You see, I had to interview at Rave. This time, my friend Sara came with me. She bought clothes, more than she probably should have, at various stores. I brought her inside Abercrombie, which made her feel dirty.
And then it came time for my interview. I went into Rave. And Jon, the guy who was supposed to interview me (and had been hitting on me yesterday) was not there. So I mentioned he'd said I could call his cell phone, but he'd decidedly not left his cell phone number. So they gave it to me, and I called to find out why he wasn't at work when he was supposed to be.
And then I found out that I was actually interviewing for an assistant manager position, so the fact that I can call late employees was good. I also related a tale from when I was stage managing of when I went and got one of my actors. They seemed impressed by that. So, hopefully, my job hunt is over. Hopefully. We'll see.