I have a mansion in the hills of California and have a lifetime supply of government grown weed and hookers. Just kidding! I would if I was Powerfox!

Anyway, so I decided to ask my GE interviewer yesterday - during another phone interview - where I was in my interview process. I told her I was confused and not sure how many rounds or ziggurats I would have to manuever in order to make it to the crystalline ball of employment divination. Much to my surprise, she told me that I in fact was in my last round of interviews, and she hoped they went well, because they were now over.

Funny, I actually took the last few very lightheartedly, making jokes about social life at WPI, talking about Kilroy, and trying to get them to feel bad for me cause I'm the first in my family to go to college and was trying to really 'make a name' for my family. BAH! lies. When I get rich and successful I am totally changing my name: Skyler SDel Bonisr.

I'm supposed to hear back soon about the job, by the end of the week I think. I think this is the job I want the most.

Enough with jobs. Our show at IB went well, for us at least anyway. It seems the crowd there wasn't all too receptive to our type of humor. Then again, the 'crowd' was barely 20 people. I did notice a bulky gay couple that laughed at alot of our stuff, which was cool, because most gay people I know don't think we're funny. Now that makes no sense at all - it's not like we are a bunch of people who aren't completely aware of the sensitivities of certain material, but expect those who are in the affected demographic to grow up, lighten up, and laugh at themselves once in a while. Seriously, take a page out of the African American book and learn to deal with it, hell, maybe even transform it into your cornerstone of popular social appeal through comedy and music!

So it seems I'm dropping the ball in my classes lately. I won't admit senioritis; it's more or less just apathy. Right now, I see my priorities as my extracurriculars, and organizing my soon to be life-after-school arrangements. I think that's justified in it's own right.

Tonight, Eric and I are going to Open Mic to perform some of his sketches and a monologue that was written for him. It's the last Open Mic of the year, and of my stay here at WPI, as well as the first one I am a part of. Funny how things work out some time. I'm always several steps behind where I'd like to be I think.

If I would have done it differently I would have decided to be extracurricular much sooner, probably tried out for GI, and just been overall more open with my creative side.

Well, hindsight is always 20/20, but now my future isn't so blurry.