Today I had football practice. Brent claims I wasn’t a total incompetent, but I know he was just being nice. I’m a turd on the field. I run plays in the wrong direction, I duck if the ball comes near me, and I have no grasp on any of the lingo. But it was fun nonetheless. We have our first football game for the Corporate Challenge on Saturday evening. I just hope it’s not 90 degrees out!
Before practice I basically spent the entire day surfing nursing message boards about how it’s impossible to find a job, feeling sorry for myself, eating Cocoa Haze and watching Maury. The epitome of productivity, for sure. I know I don’t graduate until December, but from my understanding, I need to start applying at the beginning of my last semester, which starts next week. I’m trying not to freak out, but that’s not really in my nature. Giving my minor freakout fest today I convinced Brent to take me to 800 Degrees for pizza and beer. They had run out of the first two beers I wanted, so I finally settled on a Bell’s Oberon and Brent and I split the Rocket pizza, with fontina, prosciutto, arugula and sliced garlic. Heaven.
I love this place. Unfortunately Brent and I got into an argument (I really don’t know about what) because I’m still in a crabby mood. I hate when I get like this. Sigh. I’m hoping I’ll wake up a the right side of the bed tomorrow. I think reading Heather’s tips to avoid a downward spiral to the dark side tonight helped. I love the blog community even more at times like this. 🙂