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07/30/2002 entry: "GAAAHHH"

I am so freaking tired right now.

Yeah.. yeah I'm working on a new website idea. I'm not sure if this is good or bad. Let's see, one new website... a new design for my journal.. and now this. All in one summer. One long, jobless summer. Sigh.

I cut my lip on an envelope the other day. That's so not cool. I didn't think I actually did but now there's a cut wound on my upper lip. It doesn't hurt too much though.

I went to the bestest temp agency in the world today. They may not get me a job, but they were nice and quick and didn't jerk me around. Plus I got to take a typing test, and so I found out how fast I type, do alphanumeric entry and numeric data entry. Well, I've got a couple more numbers to add on to my "I'm proud to have this attributed to me" list of numbers. Which includes my college GPA and my ACT score.

I type 87 words a minute with a 1% error. Surprised? Maybe not.. look at my super long entries. Hm.

I also type 10,000+ keystrokes per hour for alphanumeric data entry which is apparently really good. I also do a little under 6,000 keystrokes per hour for numeric data entry. So I file well, I have above average skills at putting numbers and words/letters in order from shelving books, I'm mega-comfortable with computers, I type like there's no tomorrow, I love data entry, I can handle monotonous repetitive tasks like I almost love them, I learn quickly, I never complain... Kick ass. I'm an office manager's wet dream.

Yikes, did I say that?

Anyhow, I also took tests on Microsoft Word and Excel. I did okay, considering I didn't know Word and Excel could do half the things that I was asked to make them do. Yeesh! But the woman I talked to said that I did really well and she was impressed. I haven't felt that in a while. The older I get, I find the less I impress people.

Except one of the first nights I spent at North Central.. I was sitting outside with this girl I met, and these people she knew came up and talked to us. And they started talking ACT scores (because we were dorky stupid freshman) and this one guy was acting a little cocky about his, saying it was probably the highest in.. the freshman class maybe? Yeah. And I was like "Nuh-uh" and boy did I show him.

Funniest thing, is I hated talking about my ACT score in high school. I was a little embarrassed. Plus I hated the stigma that you get when a number like that is attached to you. I am proud of it, but it's still like.. "I don't want to talk about it because then people will think I'm self-centered, that I'm rubbing it in their faces, or that I'm trying to put them down by building myself up". Yeah. I hate thinking people are going to feel that way by knowing something like that :\ Not that they should, by any means. No. They shouldn't. I mean.. all they have to do is listen to me talk and they'll feel better than they did in the first place. I'm just a complete nut.

Haha. This guy in my art class that I had a crush on even had a name for me that involved my ACT score. It was cute. Not really mean, I don't think. Just to kind of tease me. But then stuff happened and I didn't like him anymore... oh well.

So okay, bed. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeed. Shit. I have to stop staying up late.