I feel fat.

"Who am I, anyway?
Am I my resume,
that is a picture
of a person I don't know.

What does he want from me?
What should I try to be?
So many faces
all around,
and here we go.

I need this job.
Oh god, I need this show."

I got kicked out of the Chem lab today, because I was wearing flip-flops. Some girl argued back at the teacher, "These aren't sandals, they're shoes." The teacher then proceeded to get mad; her face steadily reddened, and she said, "It does not matter; they are open-toed."

Anyway, it's ironic that the above lyrics from A Chorus Line popped into my head this morning, as I am going to my Kohls interview this evening. I want to take a shower and shave before, but I have voice lessons at 3:30, and I don't know if I'll be back in time to do all that. I should have enough time to get home and change, and then I can grab my electric and shave in the car or something. I've done that before.

A guy to my left is wearing a beret.

That's college for you, I guess.