A wax Sasquatch

Now, I know that a magician never reveals his tricks...but I thought that I would divulge a few of my blogging secrets. Plus, it's sweet to think about how you personally blog. First, I always write what comes to my mind. My fingers just flow over the keys, typing at an extremely hectic rate. I always make my title last. It's usually just something that I wrote about too, but sometimes it's extremely weird. Yeah and I think that sums it up.

I went to Target today to apply for a job. They have one of those computers set up that you apply with, which is cool. I can type faster than I can write, so I actually prefer it. But honestly, why do they have to include a 100 question test along with it? I don't know what percentage of politicians lie or what weather I prefer. Seriously, what kind of questions are those? Plus, the test asks each question about three times. Why?

Then this little lady with pink hair came and talked to me when I was done. I can't remember her name, because she wasn't wearing a name tag. I think she said Jessica or something. But she made me repeat all of the information I put into the computer to her personally so that she could write it down. It seems like people enjoy creating extra work for themselves. Weird.

"People cause a lot of unnecessary stress." Go Brittany.

I was practicing today and I came to the conclusion that I don't really like classical orchestra music. Seriously, it is really boring to play, and you don't even get paid that much for doing it. At least in a pit orchestra you can make fun of the actors while you play the opera. But on stage, it feels like my body deteriorates faster than a wax statue in the desert.

How does quicksand work? I mean, is it liquidy? Because I thought that there wasn't any water in the desert. So does it just suck you under the sand into a big hole? What happens? And if it's just a big hole of loose sand, then why can't you get out of it?

Outdoor School training is this weekend. It's going to be tight. I hope we get to make smores by a camp fire tonight though. If we don't I'm going to be bummed. Maybe I'll see a Sasquatch?

(ok, I just made my title. It incorporates two things that I blogged about. The wax faces and the sasquatch at outdoor school. Clever, aye?!)