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Oh, my first genuine job rejection. Surprisingly, it hurts, for something I couldn't truly care about. Perhaps it is just the abruptness, and how depressing it is to be turned down for a lame job.

I'd like to be back in Europe

Hanging out at the apartment with Melynda, watching The Snapper. Very funny, very Irish. Lots of bad earrings. I'm going to take to calling people "thick." The scene where Sharon's singing "Papa Don't Preach" and rubbing her pregnant belly is horribly amusing.

I want to go to pastry chef school. However, that's another one of those things that will have wait until I have a sizable chunk of cash fall into my lap. Sigh.