It's Friday, I'm in love

Not really. I just like the day. So, maybe I'm in love with the day. Anyway, as of 5 p.m. I'm going to be officially unemployed. Like, I can't just check, student anymore. I have to check unemployed. That's kind of scary. No, what's kind of scary is that I'm not scared. I tend to make a big deal out of nothing and a little deal out of something. This weekend is going to be chocful of denial. I'm hanging out with friends pretty much ever day, which is rare. Not much time to apply to jobs. I guess I can do that on Tuesday. Or part of Saturday. I don't know. We're supposed to go to Six Flags on Monday, so that rules that day out. Still not worried. Ok, starting to get a little worried. So, recently I started watching Felicity season 2. I'm on the last episode and can I just say that I LOVE it! I mean, sure, sometimes I can be very anti-couple, but when I watch a good episode of Felicity or a good romantic comedy (like Bridget)...wow. Sometimes I love the idea of being in love. And sometimes I love the idea of guy hating. I'm very torn on the subject. Anyway, let's make a paragraph brake here, just for fun.
Enough about loving and hating things, let's (and I understand it's as if I'm having a conversation with a fictitious person, but really, I'm not, because it's an implied you) talk about where I should live. So, there's Texas, which has it's appeals: big city, friends within the same state and housing for now. But there are drawbacks as well such as tornados, HOTness and lots o' driving. Then there's Connecticut, nice town, good weather (mostly), but living with mom and far away from everybody (fam, friends). In Florida there's too much family and I don't really like California. I should just do what Katie said. Take a map, close your eyes and point to a place. I'm probably not that adventurous though...or maybe I am.

oy vey

So, and you'll find I start many sentences with so because that's how my mind works, I decided to start a blog, because I was bored one day and had no one to talk to in my little grey cubicle. Also, I looked up the phrase oy vey, which is yiddish for "oh, woe" and wanted to tell people about my discovery. I am thoroughly disappointed that I couldn't use "I love juice" or "hey hermano" as the name for my blogsite, two phrases used by Buster on Arrested Development. Instead, I have to settle for "Teamocil." It comes from Arrested Development as well. It's a song that goes a little something like this:

There's no "I" in Teamocil
at least not where you'd think
So together let's make a choice
And for once we'll be in sync
Teamocil
I never thought i knew you well
Teamocil
But now i think we really gel
Teamocil

Yeah. You should really watch the show to see what I'm talking about. I suppose if you just read the song on this blogsite, it doesn't sound that funny...Anyway
So, there I go again, I looked up jobs today and there are some awesome opennings at CNN and the Washington Post. Hoop dreams, I know. Anyway, my last day at the Baptist Standard is Friday and I'm surprisingly calm about it. Not freaked out that I don't have a job...really. I use a lot of ... in my writing too. So, let's make this a blog about understanding my thought process. When I'm writing something like this, similar to an e-mail to a friend, my writing jumps, much like my thoughts. I think I have undiagnosed ADD. Remember those commercials that were like, "are the channels in your head constantly changing?" "Do you find it difficult to concentrate." It may be because I like to self diagnose myself, but I found myself actually nodding my head to each of their prompts. Oh well. So, I also won't take the time to break this up into paragraphs probably, because well, my thoughts aren't that structured. That would require lots of cutting and pasting and editing and stuff like that. I do that at work, I don't want to do that with my little online blog/diary site. Anyway, I say that a lot too, that's it. I hope I don't regret this :/