Jobss!

I totally got an email from Cummins today asking me to apply online for a job (I saw them at the career fair I went to two months ago...kind of a delayed reaction, but whatever). One of the jobs was a Combustion/Performance/Emissions intern (I am going to grad school, so internships are good). The description of the job pretty much laid out everything I've ever wanted in a job. Playing with diesel engines, combustion, test equipment, and it's 10 weeks long. Haha. :-) I think I'm going to apply, we'll see what happens next!!!

Epic

Last night was epic. My 7 teammates (4 engineers, 3 finance majors) and I presented (wearing suits) our newly formed manufacturing company, Re-Mark Inc. to a panel of our professors and classmates. And we completely destroyed all of the questions that Dr. Roth and Dr. Filbeck threw at us. It was good. We totally might have gotten an A. :-)

Afterwards was team bonding at the Plymouth. I like the Plymouth because they have free popcorn, the rest of my group likes Plymouth because it was 25 cent draft night. Either way, we were happy. As 5 of us crammed around a teeny table, another group who had also presented that night came to meet us. Of course, the boy who I've had a crush on for almost a year sat right next to me, which is either a sign that he likes me or that it was just the only seat available. I always flirt with him, and after 2.5 tiny beers in the course of 2 hours (you don't get very much for 25 cents) I was much more flirty with him than normal (my alcohol tolerance = zero ... I also decided to stop drinking at that point so as not to regret any decisions that night). Something else also changed. Either he got more flirty with me, or I perceived him to get more flirty with me because of my almost-but-not-quite-intoxicated state. Not sure which ... but I'm pretty sure when I put my hand next to his on the table and reached out ever-so-slightly for his fingers, he reached back. He also seemed to feel it was necessary to get my attention by bumping his leg into mine rather than simply calling my name. One of the other boys at the table remarked that this boy should take a shot because I was taking one (but I wasn't...did he notice that this boy was taking an interest in me and would do it because he thought I would...or was it a simple lame form of peer pressure?). When I put my head on his shoulder to talk to him (he's much taller than me so this was very easy, and it was loud in there so almost necessary), he leaned in towards me to listen.

Of course once I left I dreamed about him, which is what ALWAYS happens, and woke up disappointed that he wasn't mine. I miss him. I won't get to see him again until...Tomorrow in class, or maybe tonight doing homework. Haha, how pathetic.

Why am I so chicken???

Matters of the heart

One of my senior design group members has had heart problems for awhile, and that's really all the rest of us knew. He missed a meeting or a class about once a month to go see the cardiologist ... no big deal, right? Well I just found out from his sister that he was rushed to the ICU yesterday morning, and needs a heart transplant or he's not going to survive. Right now there aren't any hearts, but hopefully one comes up soon. Currently he's having surgery to hook him up to a mechanical heart that will hopefully keep him around for awhile until he can get a new heart. It's scary ... he's my friend ...

Please keep him in your prayers.

Thanks everyone <3