Thanks to New Found Glory for the title for today...

Well I took the test and failed. Yep I was right. I got a 69%. 1 more fucking point and I would pass. Damnit. Next 6 months comes around, I'm back taking that test. When I got into the conference room with the others, the woman said that the head dispatcher read through all the applications and picked who she liked. I was picked and I had the grin showing inside of me. That was the boost of confidence I needed. [lost later on] The first part of the test was the listening where there were mock phone calls and right down all the information about it. If they didn't have computers to write that stuff down, my notes I had were going to be chicken, freehand, abbreviated scratch. Then the rest of the test was picking your brain and reading the stories that had. Some of the questions I kept re-reading because I didn't understand what the hell it wanted. It more of a physiological exam than a dispatcher exam. Rumor has it from Dad, no one passed it either.

I cried over it too. Then I tried to take a mini nap and I was over it. Now I'm bragging about missing 1 point. From the words of Aaliyah [RIP my friend]"At first you don't succeed, dust yourself off and try again".[song: "Try Again"] Hell yeah!

Well, Mom lied to me again. Yeah rule #1 don't listen to mom; blah. When she said the sucked up the lizard, she didn't. When I came out of the bathroom from brushing my teeth, I saw him on my door! I about to have a damn heart attack at 19. So Mom is trying to kill this thing with indoor Raid and the damn thing is still moving around. She's yelling at me to go to bed but how can I where is a lizard in my room!! She still can't kill it and it wonders in my room again. I'm having these anxiety attacks cause there is a lizard in my room. It limps back to the corner of the room away from me. I feel somewhat better but still. She caught him and put him inside a jar. [should of done it the first time] He later died. Now we don't need to hear that damn Geiko commercial...