i'd like to take a moment of silence for the sexiest man alive.
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ok good. now moving on...
i had an interview today. ya know, for another one of those grown up jobs that i've been applying all summer for. and monday morning i will recieve a phone call, most likely informing me that they went with another, more experienced candidate.
you'd think that after 4 months of rejection i'd get used to the idea...that i would learn to not get my hopes up for each interview, and i would just quit applying for jobs all together and join the san francisco street bum union or something....
well ladies and gentlemen, here's a news flash for ya: i'm an idiot.
i'm the classic woman that aims too high. i want anything and everything that is just out of reach for me. i want a job that i don't deserve. i want people to see in me some great potential that i'm probably not capable of. i want to live in a fancy city. i want money to never be an issue for me. i want to go sledding in july. i want to be 19. i want to experience each new and exciting college memory all over again. i want to travel the world. i want to weigh about hundred pounds less than i feel right now. i want to roller skate over speed bumps. i want edward cullen to be real. and i want him - to want me. i want clarity. i want certainty. i want things i cannot have.
so what does this all mean...where's the line between: having high hopes - and aiming too high? learning to be content - and settling?
it's a thin line if you ask me;
and i'm big fool.
