You won’t believe this but I went to a mentoring program at Rosemont last night. AS A MENTOR! Knocked me for a loop when I was invited, too.

Here are some of the bits of advice I handed out…

“Nurse? You want to be a nurse? You want to touch rashes and get coughed on and stick needles in people and clean up shit and vomit? You sure on that one?”

“My hints for interviewing? Well, if you are being interviewed by the hiring manager, don’t come across as too smart or too aggressive because they’ll think you are a threat to their position and won’t hire you, it’s best to come across as slightly incompetent.”

“You are a business major and you need advice as to what recession-proof industry to go into? I’ve got two words for you…. FUNERAL DIRECTOR”

“Graduate School? Me? Nah, I always figured if I needed an advanced degree I’d just hire a person with one.”

“I’d absolutely suggest an internship… and running over there and getting me a cookie and a Sierra Mist.”

There were a lot of blank stares and a few tears. I had fun.

I need to get my life organized. And I need to get over these weird fears I have over invoicing and money and crap. I’ve been sitting here for over an hour trying to get myself to invoice and I am freaking blocked! I can’t just do it. Why am I procrastinating? THIS NEEDS TO GET DONE!!!!

I actually finished that proposal I was sitting on for so long. It feels great getting it off my back. I honestly feel that even if I had forced myself to write it, I wouldn’t have been able to– I needed to sit and ruminate on it for the time it took to finally spit it out.

I have a few other things I should do that I haven’t. It’s never ending.

Yeah, I gotta get my presentation for tomorrow squared away. No more procrastination!

Wait, have you ever met a person who keeps repeating the same story/conversation topic, over and over again? I recently met a person who has told me the same story three times! Is their memory that bad they don’t remember? And the thing is, the story is just totally stupid. It clearly means something to them but I just don’t get it. How many more times do I have to listen to it? This last time, as I nodded and grinned and tried to look interested and not embarrassed, I started to wonder if maybe it was a test?

I need to find my Tony Robbins book and reread the last chapter. The one about procrastination.

I have a proposal to write. It was due Monday. Today is Wednesday. I have to do it. And it’s not painful to do. I know it’s not painful to do. WHY AM I HOLDING OFF? I hate writing proposals. HATE IT! Why? Because I hate having to think about cost. I hate knowing that I may possibly face rejection. I hate not being sure of what to write. I hate feeling that I didn’t correctly deduce their need. I hate worrying that I didn’t build enough profit into it. I hate not knowing if I am too high… or even worse, too low. I hate not feeling confident.

Okay, so what do I like about writing proposals. I love getting them off my desk. I love getting the order. I love making money. I love being able to move on.

Why am I still not ready to write this thing?

I am tired. I didn’t go to bed too late. I slept fine. The alarm roused me at 6 and I stayed in bed until 6:30. There’s a presentation I’m registered to attend and I gotta get myself ready for it but my eyelids feel like there’s weights taped to them and I keep making silly mistakes. I decided to wear my gray pants… so I went to the hallway and checked my purse for them. As I was wading through my purse it hit me, my pants aren’t going to be here! I know why I was checking my purse. I had the gray pants in a bag in the hallway the other day… so it’s not like I am totally insane. Just a little.

I was supposed to meet Von Hayes last night but he hurt his back playing golf. It didn’t matter much to me because I have no idea who Von Hayes is anyway.

Yeah, I was at Camden’s Campbell’s field last night watching the Riversharks lose to visitor. All I can say is that Campbell’s field is GORGEOUS! Or at least the view is gorgeous! If you are in the Philly area and haven’t been there– definitely check it out.

Guys, I have to get ready. My makeup isn’t on and my hair isn’t done. All I want to do is stay flopped here on my ugly, faux leather chair with duct tape holding the seat together. But this presentation is important. It’s all about YouTube and I think there’s a good chance I might get some good stuff from it. Plus, the guys who’s presenting is an NLPer and Toastmaster and I want to contrast his presentation style with my own. As much as I want to believe he will be almighty– hypnotizing me with his preternatural skill– I am sure he’ll just be okay. And if he does hypnotize me with his abilities.. it will get me

Tumeur du foie : pronostic en fonction du stade, du grade et du risque

all the more ready to join my local Toastmasters group.

Turns out– everything got wiped on the upgrade to Android 2.1! Yes, all my apps are gone! Or at least the ones that I downloaded. I have decided it’s a good thing because it lets me start fresh.

I’ve had a couple days that were right out of a celebrity’s life. TWO separate photo shoots in which the camera was pointed AT ME! And an interview in which I was the one answering questions!?! So very surreal but I worked hard to allow myself to enjoy it and have fun. The one photo shoot had nothing to do with the other, it was just an opportunity that presented itself and I jumped at it. And the other photo shoot came because of the interview and I am still rather shocked that anyone would want to interview me for anything at all.

Yeah, so anyway, there’s going to be a profile on me in some publication next week or the week after or at some point. Crazy is all I gotta say. Really really crazy. What worries me is that the article will come out and someone or everyone will totally spot me as the imposter that I am: “She may look like a 35-year-old woman but under all that flesh is a clueless 6-year-old girl wearing Wonder Woman Underoos!”

I use Google Voice and love it regardless of whether Google is using it to spy on me.

I love how it transcribes voice mails and sends them to my email. No longer do I listen to rambling voice recordings. Now I read rambling, surreal email messages.

Just today I got the following message, “Bye bye mechanic and incest me please.”

Here’s another one: “I don’t know if you know. Frying Pan Alley and, and some people wee wee, Sucks”

Often times I find the odd celebrity showing up in my Google Voice Inbox.

“Hi Donna, This is Sean Connery for 6 tech solutions.” I also had Jacky Stallone listed as a caller.

It keeps me entertained.

If you visit this page directly and not through an RSS reader, you may have noticed some changes. I removed the ads. Today at the top of donnaville was an ad for GoDaddy with Danica Patrick. It made me want to puke. Besides, I wasn’t making much money with it anyway. So I took them down.

Anyone heard of Ken McCarthy and his “The System.” It’s all about successful Internet Marketing. Just curious if anyone has tried it or heard anything about it?