I've never hated waiting so much in my life. I could still have NINE DAYS to burn before I find anything out about the job I interviewed for on Monday. Nine, 9, nueve . . . no me gusta.

It's bad enough my mom has always said my middle name was "instant gratification", but to throw this into the mix . . . my dreams get weirder and weirder.

So, dudes and dudettes located in or near St. Louis, if you know anyone looking to hire a biomedical engineer, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, contact me. I don't know how much longer I can go without something productive to do everyday, without money coming in, and without getting laid. :( haha.. I love you, Jose. :-*

Oh man. Oh man.

Out of the frickin' blue, I get a call on Friday from a company I have not applied to in THREE MONTHS, and they want to fly me to Chicago to interview.

Hells jeah.

I gotta make this interview count, though. It's the position in St. Louis that I've been praying for, and the work is right up my alley. Money's not bad, either, as far as I know

I'll write more after I finish memorizing the company slogan and merchandise.

Okay, since I accidentally created like five blogs due to technical difficulties, I'll make this one a sort of status-of-my-life update page, and the other will be a rants page.

This one = probably boring.

Rants page = pretty frickin' bitchy.

Check up later, tater.