i'm a pixel here, myself

First and foremost: winchestercon is already asking people to commit for a general headcount, and holy crap, are they really going to make people do this seven months before the con? I don't know if I'll be able to commit to something this soon, especially without a job lined up yet, but I don't want to screw myself out of a chance to go (they're capping registration) or get in with some folks for roommate purposes. What should I do? I mean, yes, they haven't said "send us your funds!" yet, but. ::handwringing:: I think I want to go, but I can't make that call right now, you know? Talk at me, people; let me know where you stand on this decision. All decisions in my life should be made my committee :D

Second, I have my Big Interview today (Tuesday). I really, really, really want this job, as you may have gathered. Think thoughts of intelligence and articulateness at me!

Third, gigantic said, in response to my slip into FOB fic: Tell me more, Drew. Tell me more! and I wrote back I have to save Mia's driving lessons for another time., but apparently that time is... right now.

( 'til her daddy takes the t-bird away )

rpfremix! rpfremix! rpfremix! rpfremix! rpfremix!

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My interview went well; now I'll just have to wait and see if they liked me enough to hire me. Tonight I have rehearsal (quelle surprise!), but it's *music* rehearsal for the first time. And today's weather is perfect. HELLO MARCH I LOVE YOU MORE THAN FEBRUARY.

I think it's telling that I've started writing again. Everybody remembers when my fic took a nosedive, right? Right about when the boy and I started dating. And now that I'm getting over him (which I am, slowly), my creativity returns. Coincidence? I don't know. But I did spend part of last night writing more about the Trohman-Wentzes. Well, okay, just Mia. But she's the firecracker!

How the heck am I supposed to work when I know it's that gorgeous outside? I ask you.

WHAT THE JESUS, people.



I just. What. I AM WITHOUT WORDS.

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