Being invisible?

Love and I were out driving Pea yesterday and met a whole bunch of seriously dumb car drivers.
OK, Pea isn't the largest, most intimidating car there is.
But, it's bright fuckin' red, people! It is not invisible! Yet still people were on several occasions flinging themselves out right in front of us. Haven't they heard of "duty to yield right-of-way" (uh... at least that's what the dictionary said that "vikeplikt" was in english)??
And damn, our brakes aren't as good as they need to be. So, we need to fix that. Or get a "kufanger" mounted on Pea (those thingies that SUVs and such have in front, that fence-like thingy. Called "cowcatcher" in Norwegian.)
Actually, a kufanger would be fun. Don't know if they make those for tiny little old Ford Fiestas though.


Sorry, I'm not really that pissed as I sound. I am actually in quite a good mood. Finished the first draft of my Dogville analysis yesterday and had guidance on it with my professor today. Who basically told me that it was good the way it was. So, I'm finished! Done, finito with studies for the time being.
Now what am I going to do with all my spare time?

Apply for more jobs? Go to those TWO interviews from the two places that called today? This is seriously weird. I haven't heard anything from any place I've sent an application since... before Christmas. Now? Two calls in one day. Within three hours actually. I'm spooked!

OK, first call was from a gas station. I've worked at one of those before, not my finest hours, but... It is a job and needing one badly, I will accept it if I get it. And it won't be as boring as working in a grocery store.

The second call was from a discoteque who need wardrobe attendants. Hey, I'm basically applying for any job that is within my reach, and I didn't really expect them to call anyway. But when asking if I needed to bring anything, like for instance my papers, the man replied no. "We look for personalities." Uh-oh... I'm not sure what this means. And I'm not sure I would pass the bar on that one. Sure, I have personality enough, but I'm not the miss-bimbo-dancing-queen type. In fact, I can't stand those types, so what am I doing applying for a position at such a place? I must be mental. But I'll see how my first interview goes. And still apply for more jobs, I guess.


Oooh! Got my suprise from Love! I got this :D
Get Fuzzy is one of my absolute all time favorite cartoons, and of course he knows this. And since I was such a good girl and finished my paper, he told me where I could find my surprise (he's still at work). Too bad now I know one of his hiding places. You didn't reckon with that, Love, huh? Or, probably he did... he's not dim.