Applications and resumes are silly.

I just want to walk into whatever place I feel like working in the summer, and start doing stuff.

I probably shouldn't have told anyone where I was applying, because now there's expectations that I will actually get one of the jobs. Ray's all excited (and I must admit, I am too) about the possibility of going to Ottawa for the summer.

I fully expect to work somewhere uninspiring and dull to complete my Practicum. But fuck, I still get my hopes up, and they will be crushed. And I will feel like a failure.

We are going to return movies now that are due back in an hour. Ray says it's hard for him to sing when I'm in the car. Which is probably a not-so-subtle hint that he wants to go alone. I feel like driving though, I haven't yet today. Maybe we'll get more movies. I really want to play Tomb Raider though, I wish they rented games. If there was a store open right now that sold games, I would go. And stay up all night playing it, ruining all hopes of doing anything productive tomorrow.

Cows are to blame for climate change. And so are vegetarians who aren't consuming their fair share of cow. I'm going to develop a pro-cow-eating movement to help combat climate change. With bumper stickers and t-shirts.