Interactive resume, HO!

So, the past 3-4 days have been chaotic, exciting, entertaining and utterly productive as I created an interactive resume that I could present to the Photojojo team.

I applied for this job. There is no doubt that this is my dream job. And I have been psyched about this for a while now - as those of you close to me have had to "deal with". ;) (I'm sorry - actually, no I'm not! - but thank you for all of your support!)

Yes, this means I would drop everything and move to San Francisco straight away (in my mind, at least). And that, too, makes me giddy. I have longed to be rid of this "small town" and have often spoke of moving to California (Florida and Washington were dually considered). It served me well - MTSU especially - but it is just time to go, and let go.

Although, I know a resume does not mean you automatically get the job, I worked oh-so-diligently and hard on this and, well, I did my damnedest! Now, I just pursue an interview so that I can woo them with this Jamie charm!

I am proud. I am proud of what I've done and, most of all, proud that my closest family and friends are also proud (and supportive). This means more than anything. Hands down.

So, thank you again.

You know who you are.

I love you, guys.

I need a change in scenery.

I feel sick. And I don't even know why.

I have all of these thoughts in my head that I feel need to be written down, but when I think of writing them down I feel overwhelmed. I've been feeling that a lot lately. Overwhelmed. I don't DO anything. I shouldn't feel so. But I do.

The something I was thinking of writing tonight, condensed:

I want so badly to just pack up my things, and leave. Leave this city, this state, these people - without as much as a note. Not because I hate these people or this state (the city, yes), but...well, just because. I feel like that's what I need. Maybe. I even think of leaving Punk.

I feel like I've just said the most horrible thing ever, but it's true. He doesn't deserve to be trapped in a hot car with some crazy lady for god-knows-how-long.

Yeah, well.

I'm a coward. A coward with no assets.

There goes that plan.

This knot in my stomach? It's yearning.

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Seriously? I want to die.

I read this and wanted to cry, vomit, and soil myself - all at once. This is like my dream job! These guys sound amazing! Why don't I live in California yet? Why? Why?! WHY?!

Let the resume begin.

Have laptop. Will move to Cali. Kthx.

I wanna feel the sun on my face ALL year round!

I need to move. I need to move somewhere that I can wear sunglasses 24/7, - or, at least, 14/7 - go to the beach whenever I get the urge, and not be freezing and gloomy for part of the year.

The cold and the snow are overrated. I've dealt with those for too long. It's a waste of a good portion of my year.

I could totally drown winter in the ocean. Totally.

Who wants to deal with the winter blues?

Not this girl; not any more.