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Today I had another interview with Wal-Mart at 10am, unlike the last 4 interviews with them this one was for frozen/deli stocking. The interview went alright and I was told if I didn't hear back by Wednesday then I wouldn't. I always hate the&amp;nbsp;interview&amp;nbsp;process even though I feel like they all go good, I'm always left to wonder, in the past 6 months there's been five interviews with Wal-Mart, one interview with Target and one interview with Meijers.&amp;nbsp;Id say all went well, but what do I really know?&lt;br /&gt;
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The&amp;nbsp;year&amp;nbsp;started off on a really good note, I was extremely optimistic,&amp;nbsp;remember? Yeah now my optimism has died considerably and in the last month&lt;i&gt; or so&lt;/i&gt; a series of really bad events transpired and even though I have applications out at everyplace I can think of, I still do not have a job.,My desire for college has also taken a hit as it &lt;i&gt;and many other things&lt;/i&gt;, have almost fallen off my priority list.&lt;br /&gt;
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But fingers crossed for that call back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341973061357341025-3175209291604481148?l=y2k11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to myself, I will no longer let me down, I'm the strongest person I know, time to put my power to use.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Last week I finally got my Kindle&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;the mail and promptly bought my first&amp;nbsp;eBook,&amp;nbsp;Steven King's "The Long Walk".&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;only five chapters in, as I have only started to actually read it&amp;nbsp;yesterday,&amp;nbsp;its awesome what books can do to the imagination. When I read its like a movie playing out in my head I visualized everything to pretty good detail, I like waiting for whats coming around the next corner of the book its interesting, its not the chilling horror I was hoping but it has a very&amp;nbsp;intriguing,&amp;nbsp;eerie darkness to it that makes it, its own.&lt;br /&gt;
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I cant wait to get started on the second book I&amp;nbsp;purchased,&amp;nbsp;Lorena McCourtney's "Invisible",&amp;nbsp;but thats much later, as&amp;nbsp;according&amp;nbsp;to my Kindle&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;only 35% into the current book&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;reading. The Lorena book is more of a humorous mystery, the current book horror. These are just the first two fields I cant wait to dive into the other&amp;nbsp;genres&amp;nbsp;in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341973061357341025-4924052071561230844?l=y2k11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;It really&amp;nbsp;disturbs&amp;nbsp;me how certain people don't know how far too far is, I recently had an encounter&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;subject&amp;nbsp;that shall&amp;nbsp;remain nameless&amp;nbsp;but the joke was out of line, no it&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;racist , homophobic or political, none of those things bother me in the&amp;nbsp;slightest&amp;nbsp;but the joke was&amp;nbsp;overwhelmingly unmoral. I was taken pretty far&amp;nbsp;back, the joke was just sick and out of line. Its crazy how the&amp;nbsp;process&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;thinking can vary from individual to individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341973061357341025-697787597783723714?l=y2k11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Its hard looking on the bright side when theres so much doom and gloom&amp;nbsp;around. Since the new year Ive been trying to keep my head up and look forward and beyond but it gets hard when people choose to be stupid and get little&amp;nbsp;attitudes&amp;nbsp;cause they had to do one thing for you, or seeing how $$$ can change a personality or people do stupid destructive things like complaining about shit they don't have when they could have had it if only&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;weren't&amp;nbsp;stupid.&amp;nbsp;I'm done caring about family nepotism and it&amp;nbsp;really bothers me how&amp;nbsp;certain&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;in my family feel the need to give advice when their really in no position to give it.&lt;br /&gt;
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What goes around comes around, treat those how you want to be treated etc, etc.&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;so sick of being around all this&amp;nbsp;negativity&amp;nbsp;and drama and general bad news. I'm just fed up, they say misery enjoys&amp;nbsp;company, I have to start making more serious changes if I want to &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; get buried in all of this. The ship is sinking, I got to put on a life jacket.&amp;nbsp;So much I want for myself, Ive got to work harder, leaving family behind seems to be the only way I will be able to do this, Im done caring about family nepotism &amp;nbsp;too I cant let their things defeat me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;“My mind tells me to give up, but my heart won't let me.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341973061357341025-1780842743062567044?l=y2k11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://gossiprex.com/wp-content/plugins/wp-o-matic/cache/nbcaddsshowstonetflix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A quiet day nothing all really happened, it was just a very chill day sitting back watching 30&amp;nbsp;Rock&amp;nbsp;on Netflix, it does bother me that Tracie Morgan has such a key role and the fact that he could double as Whoopi&amp;nbsp;Goldberg's&amp;nbsp;twin Brother is disturbing but I digress&lt;/div&gt;
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Tomorrow is going to be the Snow&amp;nbsp;Apocalypse&amp;nbsp;so its likely to be an unproductive day. More Netflix and 30 Rock! Meanwhile I need to revamp Operation Gut-2-Cut, its a resounding flop, for now. By weeks end, Ill have reinvented the&amp;nbsp;routine&amp;nbsp;into an affective plan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"That perfect&amp;nbsp;tranquility&amp;nbsp;of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library and of course, Netflix”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341973061357341025-8773147431489164749?l=y2k11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I would make for a great writer, I don’t know everything but I think I have the basics down. I try to make my blogs look both professional and personal as possible after all they are pieces of me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve learned so much about punctuation through blogging but I have a long way to go. It’s hard to explain the satisfaction I get from a good posting I’ve wrote, it’s an amazing outlet and I enjoy it beyond explanation. It’s a bit of a bummer not having the traffic like the big dogs but I don’t exactly go out of my way to promote either, that’s mostly because I’m a little self-conscious my blogs are my babies, what if no one likes them, it’s a hard scenario to think of but I would love it if I could get regular feedback on the things I post.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love all my blogs regardless of traffic and Ill likely make more Im going to be taking up reading soon so that will likely be a new blog, Ill be going to school in the fall or summer so there will be a blog to follow that and I want to learn to cook so there will likely be a blog for that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The mind lets you create or see what reality cant, until you re-create it. Theres something powerful to me about a really good painting, or photo or even a song , song is less of a form of art than ever before in this day in age but when one is crafted well it can be a masterpiece, a Mona Lisa to the&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ears. My favorite painter is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 700; "&gt;Frida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Kahlo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;they way she put her pain and passion into her work without holding back  speaks to me. Her paintings are graphic but honest to her envision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;I was never that great at art, average, if that, but what I see in my head I cant put into a canvas the exact way I see it, not like my older brother who has a superb gift. One could think of life as a form of art the planet being the canvas your job, your family. Trying to make everything you do a masterpiece is art doing your best at anything is art, you just have to know what your doing is what you should be doing and follow threw. Live your life like an unfinished painting, a work of art you haven't quite perfected. Thats how I'm going to start living my life, in the end I want something that can not only be marveled at but also respected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; line-height: normal; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; line-height: normal; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Life is a work of art- you gotta paint it colorful&lt;br /&gt;Can make it anything you want&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to stick to any rules&lt;br /&gt;You don't need a high IQ to succeed in what you do&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta have no doubt just believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341973061357341025-7329016639190078015?l=y2k11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AKh-daVOnNXd_O3W37HEQESH6iw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AKh-daVOnNXd_O3W37HEQESH6iw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheYear2011/~4/AidbL7Y6Xxg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://y2k11.blogspot.com/feeds/8510141149855451617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://y2k11.blogspot.com/2011/01/fearless.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341973061357341025/posts/default/8510141149855451617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341973061357341025/posts/default/8510141149855451617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheYear2011/~3/AidbL7Y6Xxg/fearless.html" title="Fearless" /><author><name>EZB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igJFe0xaueI/TSJpYf62PcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jWZGiolviX4/S220/60616_1458420258706_1179383854_31121787_1046324_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igJFe0xaueI/TTZfVpnNkhI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2WZ-OL_Nilk/s72-c/nofear4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://y2k11.blogspot.com/2011/01/fearless.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMDRn48eSp7ImA9Wx9WE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341973061357341025.post-3147850191771381976</id><published>2011-01-17T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:21:17.071-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-17T20:21:17.071-08:00</app:edited><title>Daily Blog Quota</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igJFe0xaueI/TTUVA6QcvoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oyi3-br_5l4/s1600/uninspired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igJFe0xaueI/TTUVA6QcvoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oyi3-br_5l4/s400/uninspired.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563376020068548226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had some things I planned to do today, I ended up doing none of them. Just had too many thoughts going threw my mind too many emotions (I'm sure thats something to look into). I have nothing interesting to blog about today but I already have a good one for tomorrow if the day plans out even 10% better than today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341973061357341025-3147850191771381976?l=y2k11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oaWc0gULD94CHDjrIH_rjoRYMBA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oaWc0gULD94CHDjrIH_rjoRYMBA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheYear2011/~4/-3UuXgoeGc8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://y2k11.blogspot.com/feeds/3147850191771381976/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://y2k11.blogspot.com/2011/01/daily-blog-quota.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341973061357341025/posts/default/3147850191771381976?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341973061357341025/posts/default/3147850191771381976?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheYear2011/~3/-3UuXgoeGc8/daily-blog-quota.html" title="Daily Blog Quota" /><author><name>EZB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_igJFe0xaueI/TSJpYf62PcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jWZGiolviX4/S220/60616_1458420258706_1179383854_31121787_1046324_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_igJFe0xaueI/TTUVA6QcvoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oyi3-br_5l4/s72-c/uninspired.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://y2k11.blogspot.com/2011/01/daily-blog-quota.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cEQ3k5cSp7ImA9Wx9WEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341973061357341025.post-7735536375933809446</id><published>2011-01-16T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:43:22.729-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-16T16:43:22.729-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weekly Goals" /><title>This Week's Goals</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://learnthat.com/files/2005/06/goals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://learnthat.com/files/2005/06/goals.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow up on every place I applied for a job at, &lt;i&gt;even the ones I'm least interested in&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work in Daily 15 minute &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;minimum&lt;/span&gt; exercise routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch MUM start date from Fall to Spring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start educating myself on thing I want or need to know, now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Improve my cursive and overall penmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or things.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341973061357341025-7735536375933809446?l=y2k11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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