"And the nominees are..."

At some point soon, this blog will get a facelift. Meantime, here's what's up in my life:

I think I passed the certification exam, but I won't know for sure for another four weeks. And even if I didn't pass, I can take it again.

On Friday I sent off applications, resumes, and cover letters to some folks in a cool town in which I'd really like to work. On Saturday I realized I had a minor typo in each cover letter – hackmarks on each "e" in "resume" instead of on the last "e" only. Crap. But that's kind of how my life goes.

Last night a local movie theatre let college students in for free with their IDs, so a bunch of RAs went to UltraViolet, which is quite possibly the worst movie ever made. The movie was bad. Really, really bad. And it would have been worse without the booze we snuck in. Although I do think Milla Jovovich deserves a nomination for "Best Ass in a Science Fiction Film," a category added to the Oscars ever since Carrie Ann Moss's ass's performance in The Matrix.

At 11 or so, we headed up into the mountains for a bonfire. After collecting some rather large chunks of wood and staring at the fire I wandered off into a clearing. It was very cold and clear last night, and lying on my back in the snow, smoking a Cuban cigar, I saw more stars than I've ever seen in my life. It was one of those profound moments that each of us should experience more often. Weirder still, we were precisely 11 minutes from our dorm parking lot.

Today I have more job hunt stuff to work on, then a desk shift, and a ton of prep to do for this week. I can't wait until Friday, when I head to Steamboat to spend a long weekend with K at Willie's place.