figh hive

I've got some interviews next week. Looks like I could be either working at the restaurant in the art museum or working at another Mexican place before long, LOOOOOOOOOL. Shouldn't complain about income though, not at all. (Don't quote me on that later!)

Yesterday I felt a sudden bout of wanting to settle into my room, so I started rearranging and putting things on the walls, even though I'll have to get new furniture in a couple weeks.

This air is doing wonders for my skin; the mosquitoes, however, are not. The prospect of filling a fog machine with bug spray came up in conversation yesterday. I figure Mac could send me a gas mask and I could just bask in front of it forever.

Last night Jon and everyone went out for drinks in South Philly, but Will and I opted for the less expensive alternative of walking around with Solo cups. We ended up sitting in the courtyard of these regal-looking (fresh brick, big white columns) apartments, listening to an amazing soul band playing from one of the three buildings. I AM WHERE THE FAT BEATS STRETCH FOR MAD BLOCKS. From there at around 11pm, we went to Clark Park where a father was teaching his children how to ride miniature crotch rockets. It was really endearing to watch. Cute families rock.

Jon's housewarming tonight, more applying today.

Good vibes, good vibes. :)