I may be losing my hair, but I can...bring it back!

I got a summer internship! To do so I had to meet with 12 people, and was interviewed for 6 hours and 15 minutes. The interviews were primarily behavioral questions, which luckily I studied quite a bit with an Escamilla the day before and was somewhat prepared. I'm still planning on going to Germany this summer, and during my free time over the summer I will be practicing such phrases as "ich liebe` dich, " which is all I really need. I have only a month or so left in the semester and have been sooooo stressed out that the possibility of working for a company that produces Rogaine seems extremely beneficial. I will stock up.

Being embarassed is a norm.

I have two embarassing things to submit here.

1) The other day I was sitting in a campus computer lab next to the masses and listening to music through my noise cancelling headphones. My homework was just stifling and randomly I had to pass gas. I say this now freely since this situation has already shamed me. I decided to let some air flow go because it felt small and insignificant. As soon as I did I could see the cute girl sitting next to me bob her head with a quick laugh. My face turned red but I figured I needed to salvage myself. So I slowly took out my headphones turned my head and looked at her in the eyes saying "I am sorry for somthing I won't take blame for." She giggled at little bit harder and I went back to trying to find ways to exit as quickly as possible. Needless to say I continued to sit there and retain bouyancy until she left.

2) I have a sweet line up of concerts I will be going to this weekend. Andrew Bird and Wilco will be my first two, and as of last night my roommate has requested I come with him to.................................3EB for you true blues, or better known as Third Eye Blind. I have been scoffing it off as a joke, but to my family they will always know that this a closet band of mine, much like the B-52's to the world. Ohhhh snap.

Life in little cubes

I tend to run into small glimpses of past loves everyday. A face, a walk, a smell, and more than most come from a quick turn of a phrase. I feel perturbed and wonder what the significance is in remembering... whether it is to breathe in the chasms of thoughts, or to simply stutter from my norm. I turn back to a recent trip to New York I had last year when I saw a short film called "la maison en petit cubes", which is set in the future where the water level has continually risen and has left the people to building stories on top of their houses to combat the rising sea level. In the film there is a man who is old and alone, he smokes his pipe and sits in his recliner while he fishes through a small hole in the center of his room. This hole goes down through the many levels of his house. which are mostly underwater. At one point his smoking pipe falls through the hole and travels down through all of the many floors he's built in his life; down to the bottom floor. He suits up with oxygen tanks and a wetsuit, and travels down to get what is easily assumed as his "favorite pipe," and with each story of the house he sees snippets of his past, his wife/children/love/entire life. This part is beautifully echoed by a soft melancholy of tones.The movie is fantastic, and when the old man finally makes it back up the 30 or so stories he has to build another floor because the sea level has risen again.

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