i hate interviews.

especially when they're street job interviews.
arghhhhhhhhhhh.

i gotta be bubbly and forward and extroverted and super-enthusiastic and hyper and....... basically just drink say, oh, 50gazillion cups of expressos before the interview. i'm only pretend-enthusiastic when i'm really forced to be, like orientations [where i'm the damned one leading an entire group of jc virgins who act more like sec 2 teeny-boppers rather than 18 year olds. ugh] and on street jobs. its just too energy-draining fer me. i guess i have a model in mind now when time arises for me to be one of those on-the-ball-up-for-anything-always-excited-people. Annabelle babe, i love you. heh. this girl is just one ball of energy, i don't know how she does it. Nearly everyone i know who knows her tell me that she's so energy sapping cuz she's so naturally bubbly that you can't help but feel happy and excited with her bout whatever she's happy and excited about. and then at the end of the conversation, you feel like you've been hyper for the past 80 hours. But she's great, everyone needs a lil sunshine in their lives, and she's just enuff to light up the entire arts canteen. ;)

Anyway, back to the impending interview, i really don't know why i'm going for it [well, actually i do, but i'm not gonna say right now or i will be stoned to death]. they need 2 people and they have 4. argh.
Well, like my beloved drama teacher whose name i really can't recall at the moment [hey, i went for classes like what? in sec school??? shit, i'm old] : i can be whatever i am inside, but once on stage, i become whatever the audience wants to see.

bloody sodding enery-sapping interview.