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Yesterday, I consider a good day. Even if I didn't get any studying or sketchwork done. I did have my interview for the Disney Store, in which I was told to wait and be called in a group, but ended up being overlooked. I waited for about an hour, wandering the store, watching the parents and kids pick out plushies, until the manager re-emerged after a trail of three or four younger would-be employees. He apologized for the confusion, I said it was fine, and we sat down and he got to explaining what he was looking for, what was available, etc. I'm kind of glad I got in alone; it gave me more of an opportunity to share my job experience and reinforce that I'd be very desireable as an employee. I think I did a really good job. He's going to begin calling contacts and stuff on Monday, and hopefully by Wednesday, I'll know. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
After the interview, I sauntered over to Borders and ambled through the world music section again, still torn as to whether or not buy that Turkish Pop cd or not. I ended up getting the new X-Men movie instead. I came home a half hour before the Tigers game, and a guy came up and asked Dad if he could buy my car. He offered 1,000 for it and said he'd be back tomorrow (he did come back; we have the money!).
So, Dad, Mom, and I sat and watched the ball game. If the Tigers could win, Oakland would be out, and we'd win the American League pennant. I don't really get too riled about this kind of stuff, but since this kind of thing hasn't happened for Detroit in over twenty years, I felt like this was something very good.
The first inning was rather disgusting, with Bonderman letting people walk and run, but he zipped through the top of the second real quick-like. But it was 3-0 Oakland for nearly the entire game, up until the eighth or so. At the bottom of the ninth, we had two runners on, two outs, and it looked like we were going to have to go for an extra inning.
But Odoñez did something amazing...and wailed that ball straight into the stands and we won. The entire stadium went bezerk. It was incredible; random strangers running up and hugging each other, crying, high-fiving each other, high-fiving the cops, dancing in the parking lot, in the street. It's amazing what a little good baseball does for this town. We really needed this. And now our Tigers are going into the World Series, and nearly everyone, whether they liked baseball or not, is real happy for it. I'm glad that it'll pump a little extra income into the city, Lord knows we need it.
So yeahh. I started inking that Halloweiners image, already partially dissatisfied. It'll be okay, I'm sure; but probably not on time. The last one I had to work on a month in advance. Just filling in colors, no fancy shading. It's pathetic, yeah? And no doubt I'll have at least one particular person whine that he/she isn't featured in it, which I will cordially ignore. I need to get some more stuff in that sketchbook of mine for middterm. And I have to study for that math test. I need a good grade on it; that C-minus has to at least stay steady.
I'm reading Tuesdays With Morrie again. It's such a wonderfully insightful book. I think I know a lot of people who could really get something good out of it.
After the interview, I sauntered over to Borders and ambled through the world music section again, still torn as to whether or not buy that Turkish Pop cd or not. I ended up getting the new X-Men movie instead. I came home a half hour before the Tigers game, and a guy came up and asked Dad if he could buy my car. He offered 1,000 for it and said he'd be back tomorrow (he did come back; we have the money!).
So, Dad, Mom, and I sat and watched the ball game. If the Tigers could win, Oakland would be out, and we'd win the American League pennant. I don't really get too riled about this kind of stuff, but since this kind of thing hasn't happened for Detroit in over twenty years, I felt like this was something very good.
The first inning was rather disgusting, with Bonderman letting people walk and run, but he zipped through the top of the second real quick-like. But it was 3-0 Oakland for nearly the entire game, up until the eighth or so. At the bottom of the ninth, we had two runners on, two outs, and it looked like we were going to have to go for an extra inning.
But Odoñez did something amazing...and wailed that ball straight into the stands and we won. The entire stadium went bezerk. It was incredible; random strangers running up and hugging each other, crying, high-fiving each other, high-fiving the cops, dancing in the parking lot, in the street. It's amazing what a little good baseball does for this town. We really needed this. And now our Tigers are going into the World Series, and nearly everyone, whether they liked baseball or not, is real happy for it. I'm glad that it'll pump a little extra income into the city, Lord knows we need it.
So yeahh. I started inking that Halloweiners image, already partially dissatisfied. It'll be okay, I'm sure; but probably not on time. The last one I had to work on a month in advance. Just filling in colors, no fancy shading. It's pathetic, yeah? And no doubt I'll have at least one particular person whine that he/she isn't featured in it, which I will cordially ignore. I need to get some more stuff in that sketchbook of mine for middterm. And I have to study for that math test. I need a good grade on it; that C-minus has to at least stay steady.
I'm reading Tuesdays With Morrie again. It's such a wonderfully insightful book. I think I know a lot of people who could really get something good out of it.