How I wish you could see the potential.
The potential of you and me.
It’s like a book elegantly bound,
but in a language you can’t read.
— Death Cab For Cutie
FINALLY got the Camp - Childish Gambino. Excuse the strange face.
I wish I had got that job in Coffs Harbour. I needed a good reason to leave. Just pack my bags and go, without the goodbyes.
I looked down the list that was upside down in front of me. I was sweating and trying to answer the questions but then I saw his name. Right at the bottom. I knew he would apply. I knew there was a chance I’d bump into him. Now I knew what time he’d be here at. When I left that room, I felt so relieved. When 2pm arrived, I made sure I didn’t go out in the main waiting room. I knew he’d be sitting there. Apart of me wanted to go out there just to say hi. But then again we haven’t had any contact for a long time now, it’d just be awkward. Then I thought, what if both of us got a position here. What if we had to work together. Now THAT would be super awkward. But then I thought, nahhh he won’t get a job here. It will all work out, for me :)
Had another restless night of sleep. Currently studying about electron beams in my underwear because I have covered myself in Voltaren. I have also been pulling out my hair all week. Saw a lot of people in my year at uni today. Made me even more anxious. BE CONFIDENT. But knowing that my interview is after one of my best friends’ is a little intimidating.
FUCK THIS STUDYING. EVERYTHING IS TURNING INTO MUSH.
Erectile dysfunction. Superior anterior oblique beams. Magnetic resonance imagine. Intensity modulated radiotherapy. Erythema. Electron cutouts. Focus source distance. Bremsstrahlung. Internal eyeshields. Divergence. CANCER CANCER CANCER. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
