Louis, I Think This Is the Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship

I'm attending a mix party tonight; the Sad Bastards Mix Tape Party. Right now I feel like Rob from High Fidelity. I would also like to add that this will be my first initiation into Portland. I mean, my first time to be around other people. And I'm not going to lie, I'm terrified. Seriously, the prospect of making friends seems so tiring and I'm slightly out of practice. I feel like I'm going to act like a buffoon and come off too "be my friend, be my friend, BE MY FRIEND." And I'm kind of picturing myself as a homeless lady with a can asking for pennies. Same thing, right? Friends, pennies. Perhaps I could offer a penny for my friendship. Maybe a quarter, I'm not that cheap.

Today I had a group interview with Campuspoint which is an organization that helps current students and recent graduates find jobs. No, they are not a temp agency or a head hunter. Yes, they do charge, but the company. I was smart, and just for you papa bear I read all the documents thoroughly. So, at noon today I was upstairs, sitting in a chair wearing a skirt and a bow (and sad to say, fishnets---dad, you did not stop that clothing blunder early enough) and rambling. Yes, yes it was awful. I'm almost positive on my resume in large red lettering are the words DO NOT HIRE. And for empahtics sake, there was probably some exclamation points and underlines. Explanation? Well, two of my responses seem to stick out. The first, when asked the question what are characteristics I look for in a boss? I decided it was appropriate to reply, "One that wants to hire me and finds me desirable." I'm only thankful I stopped there and did not feel it necessary to elaborate on the word 'desirable' and the connotations it couple imply. Second mistake: Question, "If you could do anything in the world, what would it be?" My response, "Well, I think I would like to own a book store. Probably used. But maybe sell new books as well"......there was something about debating the perks of making it corporate.....and then, "Oh, wait. Maybe I would like to be an author." I also felt it important they know I was not interested in writing at a newspaper because newsprint was dying. Thank you internet. Sighhhh. I don't even think you could call that charming. I think I need interviewing practice.

Last night Ben took me on a Casablanca date. We went to the Living Room Theater in downtown Portland and watched Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman on the big screen while eating popcorn. I think I'm in love with that movie. And maybe Humphrey Bogart.

I'm homesick.