So, that was a surprise.

The MetLife position I applied for, I ended up being overqualified for. Now that was something I hadn't expected at all. The hiring coordinator referred me to another MetLife office on Long Island, though, for another position that she felt I was more qualified for. God, I hope I get this job. I really do. I have loans to pay in December, and an apartment to pay for. Keep your fingers crossed for me, everyone. (All three of you who read this, anyway.)

The sun is out, and I feel like a kid again.

I think I've skipped spring and went straight on to summer.

I feel like I'm 16 again, getting every single Electric Light Orchestra CD I can afford (and back then, they were still somewhat expensive). I'd listen while I walked, while I drew pictures on the floor of my bedroom while the dogs watched, while I slept outside in the tent. There were four albums at the time that I couldn't get my hands on (and one of them didn't exist yet). I finally found them, through the magic of the internet, and I feel like I did 10 years ago, listening to Out of the Blue on my mom's record player, loud enough so the entire neighborhood could hear.

While a lot has changed me, in essence, I'm still that girl, laying on the floor, listening to Jeff Lynne sing about how he turns to stone when his love is gone, and why can't she come back?, drawing Sailor Moon pictures, and being happy.

Edit: And I never noticed that on the cover of Secret Messages, there's a part of a Titian painting. (At least I think it's Titian.) I never could have appreciated that until now, heh.

The first (and last!) late nighter of my academic career

So, I will admit, I haven't been the best student in college. I'm much better than I used to be, that's for sure- I actually show up to classes now, and haven't failed a class since 2003, but I am notoriously bad when it comes to writing papers. This semester wasn't so bad- I got my research done on time, for two of the three papers I have due anyway. And I've even got one of these papers done, the one that's due next week.

Of course, the art history paper that's due tomorrow only exists in scattered notes and outlines. Granted, I could just type the paper at work tomorrow. However, I've done that before, and spitting out a paper in three hours at work is not the best way to go about things. (I did, however, get an A- on that paper) Especially for a Dr. Watts paper. A 15-20 page Dr. Watts paper. (I'm going by the syllabus, and how it says the paper should be between 3000 and 4000 words long. That way I don't have to do the silly lengthening tricks, like 12.5 point font and enlarging the periods and other punctuation marks)

So if I'm not writing this paper at work, it means that I'm going to be up very late tonight. And, funnily enough, in my seven year academic career... this is the first time I've ever done this. Bryan does it all the time, and I'm quite sure my other friends have done it as well. I think my friend Randi will be doing the same thing for her art history paper either tonight or tomorrow. (Art history truly is the devil sometimes!)

I hope that this paper will turn out better than I think it will, and that I'll pass High Italian Renaissance with at least a 2.0 and will be able to graduate. I'm so afraid that I'll fail this class, and I'm so close to the damned end that if I fail, I may just give up on college. And graduating college is something I want to do, something that even four years ago I never thought I would do. (Even last year I never thought I would. Granted, that's because I ended up having to go for an extra year, thanks to dealing with the evils of depression)

So cross your fingers for me, whoever reads this, and hope I do well on this.

Speaking of whoever reads this, comment and let me know I'm not the only one reading this. I like having a more public blog, but it seems pointless if I'm the only one who's reading it. At least the subject matter is better than before, when I just rambled uselessly on one topic per post.

Now, off to fill myself with coffee.