Out of the 300 resumes and cover letters I sent out, I received 6 calls and only 4 interviews because I missed two. Out of the four interviews, I am writing about this last one because I ran a bad streak before and perhaps writing about this last one will give me some luck... although I am highly doubtful.

I went in and sat for about 20 minutes in the office, going over some notes. I found I said "I would try to..." and "Umm" a lot. I heard myself doing it and I told myself to stop, but I didn't listen. It was like my mouth and my brain weren't hearing each other. Like my second interview, I did not have a great feeling after this last one. I thought I did quite well on my first and third, but I guess not too well because I did not get the jobs. I said I would write about it... but now the details just seem to blah, just like this entry, so I'll stop there.

I feel like I'm getting old too soon and smart too late. Oh well... never regret! If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience.

Or am I really popular? I think I might have a stalker - My Client clicks show so many of the unidentified avatars... five in a minute! I think it could be tblog and all its bugs.

So I've gotta go in to the docs next week to get checked up. I hope it doesn't turn out awkward. I got my boobs (or those "two dots" as I would call them) checked the other time. It felt surprisingly comfortable. Okay, I don't know how to end this blog or this topic, so there it is.

Depression strikes often at this time of year.  I need to get out of here.  I want to go back to Cambodia and stay for more than a month... maybe stay there for a year.

Perhaps I should look up teaching there. 

Honestly!  Like DUDE!  What is up with this type of writing?  

ImMa A FrEsHy At HiGh SkOoL, 'N LiKe To Go OnLiNe AnD ChAt, SoMeTiMeS PlAy BaSkEtBaLL, LiKe MuS...

Do these people actually keep their fingers on the Shift button all the time?!  I tried writing like that and I felt as though something was going to crawl out of my ass!  Shift, no Shift, Shift, no Shift.  That makes me nervous and anxious.

Something that is cool, on the other hand is this:

Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, olny taht the frist and lsat ltteres are at the rghit pcleas. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by ilstef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

So mcuh for sepllnig, eh?

"I told you not to poo up here!" he said.
*I cry and laugh*
"Go get the plunger and clear it."
*I cry and cry* "No... can't you do it, Daddy?"
"Go get the plunger and clear it. I told you not to poo up here!"

I prance to my brother's room to find my little cousin.
"David, do you want to have some fun?!"
"No."
"Why not?! It's a lot of fun!"
"Because I know what 'fun' is!"
Haha... I guess he heard my conversation with my dad.

I go to the kitchen and grab my breakfast/lunch (I woke at 12). My dad once again tells me to clear my big boo boo... or poo poo in this case. "AFTER I EAT!" I yell, for fear of never eating again after what was going to pass.

I take my time, chopping and mixing and microwaving and eating and soaking my dishes. The time has come. I am nervous and ask where the plunger was to be found. No, I'm not that sheltered! We just don't keep the plunger in the washroom, next to the toilet. I find out it's in the basement. Down I go to get it and up I go to the second floor to tackle this horrid job only men are supposed to do! I mean honestly! My dainty hands should not be subjected to this!

So I started plunging. Nothing is happening. NOTHING IS HAPPENING! What should I do?! I don't want to bother my dad - he's already annoyed. So off I go to call John. He's eating lunch with his family, but I don't care. I am in the center of the world, trying to de-plug my toilet of that huge turd that I can't believe could come out of my ass. "What do I do!?!"

He laughs at me and proceeds to tell me what to do. "Do this and whatever is clogging the toilet will come up." Disgusting!

I try his technique with a twist and voila! It cleared up without having to see the contents of the toilet come back up! Hehehe... This is the greatest moment of my life!

My my my. I started this blog ages ago to keep track of my life's events for when I have lost my mind when I get old. Turns out I don't really have any significant events to keep track of.

I am in the Education program at school and am currently learning about theory in class and practicing at an elementary school teaching Grade 5 students. I was teaching Grade 8's in the last few months. All is good now, but I find it sometimes a bit tedious what I learn about.

The more interesting news is that there's this guy in the program who I think is cute! There are two guys I think are cute, but this one guy... there's something about the twinkle in his eyes. Haha. I'm still nuts!

The ol' guy and me... well, what can I say really? We have been arguing much about old habits and the like. It's hard when I can't let go of things. I realize that I have to change so that we can move on, I have to accept before I can heal kinda crap, but I feel it unfair that I should have to deal with it since he was the one to have done all those things to me in the first place. Why should I have to change when he was the one to lie? Honestly, I think he shouldn't be off the hook so easily. It's all on me. Either I forgive and move on or we won't work out. Blah. Perhaps I should do something stupid and idiotic so that he would have to forgive me. I'd like to see him do it without the feelings of hate. To tell the truth, though, ever since I found out, he's been trying (but not too hard) to fix things. I've done my share of yelling at him for the same things over and over again and he has stood by taking it. I feel sorry for him. Sometimes, I just can't give him a break. Therapy, here I come, right? Wrong. We have talked about getting counceling, but it has never begun to happen. I sometimes feel we're a wrong fit altogether. But, I love the idiot, so what can I do but that? I think we can pass this stage, slowly, one day at a time. It HAS gotten better since the last few years.

Went to the Red Light District last night... where all the prostitutes walk.  Haha.. lots of strip clubs... lots of men on the streets holding cards with "SEX DVD" written on them, showing the cards to potential horny men. 

Found some good bargains on the street though.  Whoa, man, these ppl really know how to rip you off.  i bought a shirt for 200 B, but the initial asking price was 700 B~!  craziness.  I'm sure lots of tourists get gipped.

I'm getting used to the heat here, but it's still uncomfortable sometimes.  I sit and write and sweat.. even if it's air conditioned in here... I'm sitting to far from the AC.  I'm surprised my body odour is different here.  I don't smell as much.. maybe bc I shower 5x a day.  Too much info?  I think not.

Did I already mention that Thai ppl drive more vigorously than Khmer ppl?  The lanes are followed most of the time, but they're quite small.  I'm scared.  Hold me.  I like it here, but I can't wait to go back to Phnom Penh.  I believe I will be at Angkor Wat tomorrow.. or the day after?  I'm still kinda lost in the week.  Oh, man, am I sweating!! 

Went to the Royal Palace yesterday.  It costs adults 500 Baht to enter, but I got in free bc I was born in Thailand.  Woohoo!  The place was huge and very nice.  Got to see the Emerald Buddha... that was a big chunk of jade, man!

Going to head back to Cambodia tomorrow.  Gonna rest in Kompong Som for a day, then head to Angkor Wat to take oh so wonderful shots!!

*punches your groin*  Bangkok.

Anyhow, I'm in Bangkok, Thailand right now.  Nice and hot and humid.  *shakes off sweat*.  We sat on Bangkok Airways for about an hour.  The flight wasn't so great.  The food made me gag (probably bc i've been a bit sick).  Hot/cold flashes, sick-feeling one day, fine the next... lots of mosquito bites... Malaria?  *shudders*.  The most turbulence I've encountered was on this flight.  Felt like a rollercoaster ride at times, with my tummy doing flips.  Quite fun and thrilling, though.  We arrived at 10:30-ish in the a.m. and taxied to our 3-star hotel.  The cab driver got pissed at some stupid van, who was driving so slow on the express lane and started honking like crazy... the car in front slowed down even more.  Hahha... finally, we sped up and went in front of that slow car and it started honking at us... our taxi driver slowed down.  Hahaha... it's so funny.  I'm glad people here know how to drive, though, else we'd be in big trouble.  They're fast and good.  People drive in opposite lanes here.  Got to hotel and checked in.  The lobby is gorgeous.  Our rooms are pretty good, too.

Internet here is a bit faster.  Probably because I'm in a Mall.  Half an hour is about 15 Baht (around 20 cents US)  Pretty good, eh?  I pay $3000 Riel (75 cents) in Cambodia.

WHoa, momma.  Sponsor someone for $20000?  I said no at first, but now I'm wondering if I should since the person is a close family friend.  John would have a hay ride of a day, now, wouldn't he?  (Because I'd have to marry the person I'm sponsoring)  Haha.

Crud, I haven't paid any bills.  Teehee.  WHen I get back, I'm gonna have to pay some major interest.  Crap, and my grad photos, I don't wanna buy... but I don't know if that would mean my pic won't be on the composite.  Gahh... the deadline is May 13th, and I can't even send it if I wanted to.  LOL.  Oh well... I'm having a blast here.

I bought some cute souvenirs in Cambodia.  *wink*  Hope my friends like them.  i'm in the process of finding some Thailand souvenirs as well, but haven't found anything interesting yet.  Gots to go, now.