trying.

So...I am trying to find a new job. Walgreen's is ever-so-depressing to work for. I mean, really? I've been there for 5 years and get paid x amount. It truly is not just. Thank goodness for Craigslist and people desperate for someone to answer their phones, eh?
Sent out several resumes, including a fun one to Tulane's library. WHAT?! So...maybe I'll be able to say, "Oh, I just work at Tulane. Go Green Wave. It's all bananas."

But probably not. Hey, at least I tried.
Either way, I shall update y'all on any exciting events that happen.

Whale Wars.

I've decided that this is much too depressing to post my failure in the job market, so I am going to make this a hobby blog. I am an interesting individual with many different interests.

Tonight's topic: Whale Wars. I love this show. I love it so much I want to have a son and name him Ady Gil Haar (assuming I have a child with Kevin). A dog or cat (preferably black) would also suffice with such a name.

I also am looking to make my incoming text message ringtone "The world is a vampire". The opening line to the Smashing Pumpkins song. I feel as though it really would be fitting.

I am so enthralled with Whale Wars that I watched the South Park episode making fun of the tv show. I've been a fan of South Park for well over a decade. Since it began, actually. So, obviously, I must say, despite the terrible mocking of Whale Wars, it was (as always) spot on in the discrepencies in the tv show. Trey PArker and Matt Stone are brilliant. I wish I had that kind of brilliance.

I'm going to go take part in one or more of my other hobbies which include:
1. Mopping my hardwood floor with Murphy's Oil Soap, which makes my house naturally repellent to mosquitoes since it turns into a giant citronella fume house.
2. Watching Season 4 of CSI:. Gil and Sarah are about to get together (or are they already together?) and I love television romances. My all-time favorite: Chandler and Monica from Friends.
3. Playing Mario Party 8 on the Wii. Mario Party on the 64 is deemed too dangerous for my "dainty" hands. I got a huge blister in the middle of my hand from the little joystick thing when I was Bowser and had to play Tug-O-War with the other players. NOT fun.

More on the hobbies of a poor, sadly employed individual coming later.

Please state your race: HUMAN race.

I have had two interviews at public schools in the Recovery School District in New Orleans and Baton Rouge, LA. BOTH interviews, my skin color was brought up. "How can you, as a young, caucasian female teach a population of predominantly African American adolescents?" I teach them! Our opposing melanin and skin pigmentations have nothing to do with the job at hand. These children need to learn. I WANT them to learn and excel and I have the enthusiam and passion for my subject as well as a strong will to make my potential students want to succeed that my skin color should not matter.

On a more positive note rather than the one of my impending doom of probably working at Walgreen's as a service clerk for the rest of my life since no one seems to want to hire a college graduate nowadays, I received a 4.0 in my 9 credit hours of graduate courses at Louisiana College. YAY for A's in grad school! Take that, Truman. You and your ridiculous standards. Or maybe Louisiana College has ridiculously low standards. Regardless. I got all A's. And wrote an excellent educational theorist analysis of Lev Vygotsky and got a 100%. WHAT.

I'd like to blog more often. I currently titled my blog "White Chocolate" to deal with my passive aggressive feelings for the Recovery School District right now, but I'm trying to come up with a creative title. Not than anyone really seeks out the angsty rantings of a prospective teacher with no hope of ever finding a job. EVER. But then again, some people might.
Now I just sound vain.
Anyway. The job search will continue until I get the job I want. Which may never happen. But that won't stop me from venting my true feelings on the internet for everyone to read.

Fun book I'm reading: "Year of Wonders" by Geraldine Brooks.
This book has been there for me through many-a-rough-time. Once, before I went to college I read it. I'll be honest--I didn't finish it. I then read it after Hugo and I broke up. Got me through a rough time, and made me feel better about my predicament. A boy was just a dick to me. At least St. Joseph or Kirksville wasn't infested with the black plague. Now, I am reading it in homage to my job search that is tirelessly in vain. And I'll be honest. I feel damn good when I read this book. I've always been sick like that.

I would also like to note that I realize I type in many sentence fragments. I re-read a bit of my post and was a bit appalled by the amount of sentence fragments.