These things are KILLER.

I hate doing résumés. Mine is taking forever. How much stuff do I put on? How many of these volunteer opportunities do I list? Should I use more adjectives? Do I really need to sell myself? I mean, can't we just talk it out? You'll like me better if you meet me, dear future employer.

Objective: To make a difference, even at my job.

I officially love my sister for sending me an amazing website with non-profit job opportunities in the Twin Cities. I'm applying for a lot of them and am very excited to do so. So many of them sound just perfect for me that I only hope that I will be hired.

Goodbye American dream, hello outreach and living life to the fullest.

I can't wait to be done with school!

I was talking to my friend James on the phone the other night- I can't believe how much I miss him. If I were to tell him that, he would laugh in my face and say, in his stinkin' rebellious way, "Well, I wish I could say that I miss you too, but I don't." He's such a turd nugget. No other words for him. But there is something about this dear brother (best big brother in the world!) that makes me want to maintain a friendship with him. For as often as I am ticked at him because he speaks his mind, he speaks his mind in love. Sure, it may not always come off as the most gentle but that's not how he works. And for someone like me, I need to hear truth spoken over me in this way or else I will not listen. And yes, from time to time after I'm done being angry at him I do tell him that he is right. Admitting someone else is right and you were wrong is hard to do; admitting James is right and you were wrong is even HARDER to do.

Truth is, I miss all of those friends from that area. It's Amanda's birthday today and I really wish I could just be with her. Instead I'll be making her birthday present to give her this weekend. I love that little group of friends so much it may be considered slightly insane but it's true nonetheless.

Off to do homework, work on Manda's present, bug James, take photos, eat potatoes, read, and write. Should be a good day!