I think I should list a few goals in here.
1. Write everyday. In your journal, that is.
2. Get a job next semester.
3. Finish D&C.
4. . . . . . ?
Or maybe I won't list goals. I'm going to New York at the end of the semester to visit my sister. I'm moving into a new apartment this summer, and I think I'll be getting a job in lighting soon. And I'm still going to China and I'm still getting published.
I'm sorry, I really don't know what to write in here. Time to read.
Well, I will be going to China to teach cute little kids English from August to December! I'm very excited, and I'll actually be doing that annoying fundraiser thing before I make my departure. So, to just get the plug out and over with, any money for the children donated on your part would be greatly appreciated. And another great thing: I'm getting published! My story Angry Dog is going to be featured in the annual Outlet, my university's literary journal.
And here's some artwork for you to enjoy:
I'm thinking of teaching English abroad next Fall semester. I'd be going to either China, Russia, or Ukraine. I have my interview with the International Language Programs tomorrow. Hope all goes well!
You're trapped in a (temporarily) out of order elevator - who would you like to be trapped with?Adrian Brody. Or John Lennon, or Tobey Maguire. Or a cartoon character, or my sister, for laughs.
Submitted by tbtissimus.
I'm in Idaho! Not really cause for celebration, but at least I'm back at school. In the first week I've already dropped and added four classes, but I think I'm happy now. And I'm on Facebook. Against my better judgment, I'm actually taking a creative writing class. I love writing, and I just submitted five stories to Outlet, my university's literary and art publication, but writing classes? They feel like support groups. I know that makes me a jerk, but, well, I'm a jerk.
Aside from that, what can I say? My Dad and I got snowed in at Tucumcari for two days (slept in my car, for crying out loud) on our way up to Idaho, and now I'm snowed in my apartment at Idaho. My roommates are cool. We put up an Abbey Road poster. I'm so scatterbrained right now, sorry. I'll post pictures later.
I had my wisdom teeth out on Monday. This is the first day that the pain has subsided, my face is less puffy, and my body is little less enamored from all that medication. I'm in Texas right now! I arrived on the 6th for my brother's birthday, spent a few days unpacking and organizing all my for-school-in-Idaho stuff, and prepared a bedroom for my recovery. I had the surgery early on Monday morning. All I remember is giggling in the oral surgeon's chair, then throwing up blood in my bedroom. The transition felt like minutes, but apparently was three hours later. My mom said I was so out of it after the surgery that she and a nurse had to carry me out to the car. For the past few days I've been in bed watching movies and slowly eating milkshakes. My lower lip and chin were numb and completely void of feeling that first day, and when I was trying to drink the first chocolate milkshake my mother lovingly made for me, I didn't realize my lower lip was in the cup rather than on the outside. Ice cream went down my chin and onto my neck. I was so out of it I didn't feel a thing; I thought I was just having some sort of sharp pain in my throat. It was pretty funny, so says my mother.
Now that I'm felling a little better, and looking a little more like myself, I think I'll call up some long lost Texan friends.
I've been meaning to write in here lately, and now that I actually have the time I guess I'll talk about my latest goings-on. Yesterday was Last Day at work, and I was sure to do the Last Day Dance for anyone willing to look. Today was lazy and wonderful. I got the Beatles' White Album recently. I never grew up on the Beatles or listened to anything besides "She Loves You" before, so this is a real treat. I always considered myself musically seasoned, and most music-lovers have the Beatles' anthology packed away in their past of musical discovery and might bring up songs as fond memories and not necessarily for heavy listening, but I get to discover them like any new artist ahead of me. And to be honest, I really don't know anything about Paul McCartney or John Lennon aside from the Apple dispute and the heart-kidnapping of Yoko Ono. I can talk about Jimmy Page's sex fantasies and Bob Dylan's half-assed interviews, but Beatlemania is a mystery to me. I think I'll keep it that way for now. I like not knowing anything about them, I like not knowing anything behind the songs on this album. I just get to listen and discover, make-fun-of and love. No preconceived baggage, I can just enjoy. I'll read up on them later.
I can't wait to move. It's been building up inside of me for so long. I want my life back, I want to say goodbye to Oregon once and for all, I want to become an A-obsessed student freak and pursue internships and writing assignments like it's the end of the world. I want to read more books, listen to more music, write more, drive more, eat more, live more.
