Blah-gging

Life has been messy lately.

We moved.

We unpacked.

We decorated.

I had four panic attacks and decided I don't want to decorate our bedroom.

I decorated the bedroom.

Matt started school.

I applied for jobs.

I got rejected.

I applied for more jobs.

I got rejected again.

I applied.

I got rejected.

Over.

and.

Over.

and.

Over.

I cried. 

Twice.

I felt frustrated and decided to never blog again because I have a terrible boring life.

I kept applying.

I decided to use my spare time to do my makeup.

I did my makeup.

Every day.

It was a miracle.

My sister got home from her mission.

I kissed little faces and tickled little toes.

I got an interview.

That was a miracle, too.

I was told that someone else got the job before even going to said interview.

We went to Sundance.

We saw Selena Gomez. 

I got called for an interview while seeing Selena Gomez.

I didn't get a picture.

But I got an interview.

I did my hair.

And my makeup.

I wore heels and a black pencil skirt.

I went to the interview.

Now I'm waiting.

And applying for more jobs.

And redecorating our bedroom.

And blogging.