November 28th, 2007

Fiona and me in the snow

Lj Idol, Week 4, When You're a Razorback, you're a Razorback for Life

The rejection letters kept piling up. I remember my Dad showing me several stacks, all neatly classified and coalated, all rejections. I remember helping my Dad open them, and I remember how he always grimaced as he read the names of the firms neatly typed on the envelopes and the gloomy tomes that were spattered within. Would he ever get a job? Was getting a degree at 40 really such a good idea? When the call came in the Spring of 1993, my sister and I knew that this was going to be different, that rejection wasn't going to be the answer. We just wondered where we would go. What would it be like? What school would we go to? Would we have friends ... wherever it was we were going? Were we going to go somewhere glamorous? Were we going to the east coast or the west coast?

"Well guys," Dad proclaimed. "we're going to Arkansas."

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This is an entry for the Lj Idol writing contest locatet in the therealljidol. I'll need the votes this week, so if you like it, I'll provide instructions in a coming message.
Fiona and me in the snow

ear infections, company e, listening, and idol craziness

My right ear is especially sloshy today, and I've tried to keep warm, take my medicines, and curb my prednezone hunger. Even on my low dose, I seem to be able to eat more. At lunchtime for example, I really wanted some KFC, and I didn't think I wanted to take a cab to KFC just to pick up a $5 bucket of greasy chicken. So I had half a box of macaroni and cheese and called it a day. While I"m on this crack, I need to make sure that I at least eat healthy stuff, and not gorge mysel on grease alone.

My ear is such that I don't think I should go out and go to Institute tonight. I may change my mind, but at the moment, it's not too good. It's like I've got earplugs in my right ear. If I lay on my right side for about five minutes, it seems to slowly clear, but when I sit back up, the internal earplug is replaced. I don't think there is permanent damage, but I need to watch it.

As a consequence of all of this, I stayed home and did some emailing. My transcript is now in the hands of E company, and the next steps ar up to them. I don't know when I will have a chance to interview, but they are supposed to call me with exact dates.

Holly hasn't been doing too well, and I'm not sure if I'm helping her much, but she says I'm doing ok. I guess the best thing that one can do for a girlfriend or a friend is listen, and this is what I'm doing.

Idol entry is written. It was a bt long, but I think it was OK. Not my best, but I hope it's good enough to get me through to next week and a hopefully more sane topic. There's only 36 entries or so as of today, maybe 38, and there's only a bit less than two full days to turn it in, so I wonder how many won't do it. Writing on a current event is tough for some. I don't think my entry will attract many comments, but we shall see.

That's all, I need to take some cough syrup and lay on my right side again, yuck.