Two days.

Friday Afternoon:

My weekend beings in an hour and a half. THANK GOD. The past two days have been hair pulling out worthy . . . I have been yelled and scolded by numerous people, and although I will take partial responsibility for some of the issues, it's not completely my fault. Also, I have come to the conclusion that if I don't cry relatively often, it builds up in my and I end up spending almost an entire day in tears (ummm hey Wednesday).

I had my Teach for America phone interview yesterday, and I think it went well! And, not gonna lie . . . I definitely flirted with the guy on the phone a bit. And when I say flirted, I mean joked around with because that's what I do. He was calling from Chicago . . . where it was 3 degrees and snowing. I, on the other hand, was sitting at my kitchen table, looking out at the crystal clear ocean in the 80 degree weather. I win. I was caught off guard by a few of the questions and had to think on my feet a bit. I was happy, though, to be able to explain why I want to teach on a Native America reservation. I'm super passionate about it, and I was able to get that across. I find out on the 26th if I will be granted the last interview, an one day in person shindig in either Los Angeles, San Diego, San Fransisco, or San Jose. Fingers crossed!

I also took a big of a risk/chance recently. I still do not know the outcome because not everyone is as open and talky as I am, but I'm hoping for the best. I'm really REALLY trying to stay positive about the whole thing. If anything, I would just like to be put out of my misery quickly because stressball nervous on edge Jess is not all together happy Jess.


Saturday night:

I'm going whale watching in the morning, and I CAN'T WAIT! When I was younger, I went whale watching every year. I used to have dreams about a whale coming up to the side of the boat and I would touch it and it would do tricks . . . all very Free Willy. I love being out on the ocean . . . especially when it's windy and slightly rough. I definitely have some sea legs on me :) I credit my dad, and the fact that he was in the Australian navy.

My mom is in town, which is AWESOME. This is like her little vacation . . . her get-a-way from my dad. You'd think she's chill out . . . not the case. This morning, she got it in her head that she wanted to clean my stove and dust my place (not a fan of dusting). This led to a 2 hour cleaning frenzy. Gotta love mom. I guess my attitude about it is if it works for me, then it's fine. Not many people come to visit me, so I have no real reason to keep things as clean as I used to. Sad.

As for my taking a risk, still no word on the outcome. I'm beginning to think that the lack of response is the response, and that I should just drop the whole thing. I can only take so much, you know? (PS: was that vague enough? I could make it vaguer. haha).

I think I just need some sleep. I gave my mom my bed, so I am sleeping on my futon couch . . . which is broken . . . and sags in the middle. LOVE IT. 'Tis my life.