Stuck in head: "Whatcha Say", Jason DeRulo
I haven't been posting here, and I think it's because I feel obligated to post things with Formidable Cohesiveness. But I don't really have time, so until I get some time, I'm going to have to make do with blurbs like the one to follow.
I was job-hunting at the mall the other day, and most of the stores were closed. I did get a chance to apply at Jamba Juice, though, so let's hope they just call me and I don't have to bother with going back next week. Because, really, who wouldn't want Jamba Juice as their first job? It's friendly, it's colorful, and it's easy. When I went in for the application, the employees were waving at people outside the store, in a contest to see who could get the most people to wave back. Deal-breaker.
Anyway, I made a list of the other stores I might apply at (F.Y.E., Barnes and Noble, the movies, etc.), and then I went and sat on a bench on the first floor between Victoria's Secret and Old Navy. I thought it was interesting that there were three benches in a triangle, so you could effectively choose which store you wanted to face when you sat down, or choose to face down the hall. So I wrote an essay about how different periods in American culture were prudish, sex-positive, and in between. And then I came up with a brilliant twist which I can't share because I'm using it for my college essay, but I'm pretty excited about it.
That's all. Like I said, want to keep this blog alive, even if it sucks for a while. See ya.
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