One essay done, three more to go. Tomorrow is Global Studies for Arne, Saturday is Espionage for Arne and next Wednesday is the dreaded Statistics exam at eight in the fucking morning. Shove it up your arse, Burke, your god damn early morning math exam! :angry:

I made a huge mistake this afternoon. Daniela told me about a possible research assitant position for Arne during the summer time ($12/hour!) and I emailed him about it, right there in front of her :O Oh man, she’s upset. Right now her msn username says Olga’s a backstabbing cuntbag whore, oops! Did I say that out loud? Well it’s true!

I know, I should have probably respected her a little more and waited at least til the end of the day to email Arne about the position, but I was so excited about it! It’s not even any longer about the fact that it’s Arne that we’re talking about here, but rather it’s because I genuinely want to do this. Not only would it be good money (even though it’ll be back breaking work), it’s a scholarly challenge, something that I have never put myself up to. And if I want to get a doctorate in History, I suppose I should get the credentials built sooner rather than later, huh? I’m not going to get accepted into a Masters program without at least some experience with genuine research, right? God, I hope this works.

If you’re reading this Daniela, goddamn am I sorry … but I can’t pass up this offer! And for fuck’s sake, neither should you! Regardless of whether or not I decided to email him first, I think you should contact him about it, see what he says. Or if this is just an old webpage that you found and the position is no longer available, at least you earn the right to gloat over me an my making an ass out of myself. That I bet you’d love. And I’d let you. I really would (not that I ever stand up for myself now, hah, hah. Oh man. :O)

So now that I’ve told everyone about the stupid thing that I’ve done today, here’s some more embarassing news for you to chuckle over. The synagogue is doing a “play” (it’s in quotations because it’s more of a hammy variety show) and today I guess my father and mother decided to lend them my keyboard, which resides up in my room. I have no problems with that, except for the fact that .. well, my room is a sty. Including a mountain of laundry and *cough*usedcondomwrappers* :O I don’t even want to look Jordan in the face anymore because he was the one who went up to my room to get the keyboard. Oh. God.

Ugh, my life is awesome.