I should be studying for midterms---the job is in the bag!

Dude I don't know how it got like this but I have never cared about studying! Since like 10th grade, I don't even open the book anymore. I feel like a douche! Why do I hate reading? Who is to blame? Television? Music? The Internet? My parents? I should study with a bag of candy or a hot girl or some other positive reinforcement so that I can be conditioned to enjoy studying.

I've been keeping this pretty hush-hush because I didn't want anyone to screw up my chances. I applied for a job that requires very little work for a lot of pay with flexible hours. A 10-year-old could do this job which is why I didn't want too many people to know about it. But since I aced the application process today, I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you guys. I want to work for the U.S. Census Bureau! It pays like double your wage and all I have to do is go door to door and verify that people are living where they say they're living. Today, I went to fill out an application and take the test which I got a perfect score on! (Sorry to toot my own flute, but it's the only 100% I've received in the last year or so.) I'm not gonna count my chickens before they hatch but if that test counts for anything, I'd say I'm guaranteed an interview (and I'm a pretty damn good interviewee. Go ahead, ask me anything). Yay! A nice stable job from the government!

I had no class today! But I have a midterm tomorrow :(

After VSA, I went to go eat Pho 54 with Peter and our new friend, Don. I usually only ate pho like once every month or two. I used to like it. The taste is starting to dull... I don't think I'm gonna eat pho for a while. I'm gonna start ordering hu tieu or vermacilli or spring rolls or com tam. Pho is getting old, its like the hamburger of Viet food (which reminds me, I should stop ordering burgers too). I wanna try out some new stuff. I better stop; this is making me hungry.

It rained today. BOO!

Added February 6, noon:
I forgot to mention that I was talking to this talkative and cocky white guy. He was like forty-something and wearing a Hawaiian shirt. You know, one of those types. He was practically pissing his pants; he was so excited to take the test. He boasted that he aced the practice test. He ended up getting a 21. It was funny, the test prompter was like "wow we have a perfect score!" He was like "who is it?" The lady said "David." The white guy's name was David as well and he was like "oh no way! I didn't think I did that good!" I held back my urge to laugh when she said "No, David Luong." I walked up to collect my score and I left but on the way out, I heard him yell out, "MAN! This whole time I was sitting next to a genius and didn't even notice! I shoulda copied off him!" HAHAHAHA False modesty never fails to amaze others!

But he told me something I'll never forget. He asked me how old I was and when I told him I was only 18, he said to me:

"Damn, 18? If I was 18, I'd still be smoking dope and playing with army men."

That got me thinking... I'm still young. I SHOULD be smoking weed and playing. I shouldn't be so stressed out. I'm basically still a kid so I should be out doing kid stuff! But then again, this guy was over 40 and I got one-up on him so...