so it's like this: i was going to read from my book last night at around 9 or 10, i don't actually remember. i do remember laying in bed and having the thought 'gee, this is kinda cozy'.... then midnight. i had fallen asleep only to wake up at my normal bed time. ok, so i wasn't going to go out last night (it's a week night and i've become terribly boring in my old age)or even do anything interesting but it still feels like i wasted yesterday- like somehow those two hours were the ones that i was going to start writing a book... well guess what? i'm writing right now and it ain't literature and i can't sell it, so boo to that idea. nope, my problem was that i knew this was going to happen as i went back to sleep at midnight... awake at 5 in the morning with nothing to do. not that i had anything to do last night, but being awake and not writing my book last night seemed like a better use of my time than being awake not writing my book right now... so i guess i'll use this time to complain about random stuff:
liiikkke.... hmmm, well how about my laptop? i guess a problem with the processor on my model gets very hot and transfers the heat to the case which melts the glue that holds the rubber stoppers on the bottom of my computer. so now it feels like i'm typing on something that is ice skating.
i'm starting to get the feeling that a TEFL certificate is area specific- i can't imagine that it would be, as it requires no knowledge of a second language, but.... as i was looking up various TEFL camps yesterday, they kept saying once you take this camp you'll be able to teach in madrid or barcelona, or once you take this camp you'll be able to teach in phuket or anywhere else in thailand. shit, i don't even know if i want to spend another year doing this sort of thing... then again getting the TEFL is exactly the sort of thing that would get my a nice cushy job back in the west. i guess i could deal with 2000 euros and all the italian women i could ever want...or spanish women... oh! or german women (i like the beer frau outfit, it's sexy to have a busty girl bring you lots of beer(in a meta sort of way, german girls, take no offence that i think my imaginary readers need to be told how german girls could be hot, but i assume they just get that italian and spanish woman are hot))
i am not using my time to email someone at ku to let them know i want to give them MORE money so i can take some independent study classes while i'm here so i can apply for Teach Across America when i get back to the states and actually have a chance of getting accepted. 18,000 people applied last year and only 3,000 weere accepted, and lets face it, i kinda joked my way through college. my only solace comes from the idea that most of these applicants just have to be english majors who realized (just as i have) that nobody wants to give you a job just because you have an opinion on moby dick and the dubliners. i'll bet a fair number of the 18,000 were philosophy majors as well. i mean i knew i was committing career suicide when i switched from chemistry to creative writing, but still...
i got more but then i wouldn't have anything to write about later...
sucka!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
some observations
first off, ugh, i feel bad today- i don't know why, i didn't do anything worthy of devine/biological retribution. so i guess that's why i was less able to handle these people that annoyed me today.
to all the parents: please shut your kids up. please? when i'm at a museum, i'm trying to get my culture on- i don't need to see and hear your out of control kids.
to me: the reason you had trouble saying "methodological" (quick note: spell check didn't have a problem with methodological, so i guess it's an actual word, but still i was trying to mis-use it) is that there is no reason to try to turn the noun methodology into an adjective when you have good, old 'methodical'.
to the hobo-ish guy at the folk museum: listen, i'm not going to be some kind of snob, and sit here and say you shouldn't try to expand yourself. museums are for everyone, i know-- it's just that when you literally smell like shit, well, some of the other museum goers might get a little distracted. just a little food for thought there. your call, though.
to the woman who hit me with her car: yes, the reason i yelled hey and hit the trunk of car with my hand was because you'd thrown your car into reverse and started backing across a SIDEWALK WITHOUT CHECKING FOR PEDESTRIANS!!! if you are not going to look first, it might be a good idea to STOP WHEN YOU HEAR "HEY!" AND A THUD. fortunately i was somewhat prepared and was able to jump back, so it's more like you just nicked me with your car-- though i should still point out that i meant exactly what i said at the time. also, i find myself wishing i had taken a swing at you- the more i think about it the madder i get.
to the korean police dep't: i was kind of wondering why i kept seeing the same dour-faced guy in a black and yellow plaid shirt and jeans, but the weird thing was he kept changing height and places. then i noticed he was wearing an ear piece. then i noticed he was standing beside himself and talking to other officers. kpd, write this down: if all the plain clothes officers wear the same clothes, it's just like wearing a uniform you bought from k-mart.
to the woman who smelled like maple syrup: i have never wanted to kiss somebody so badly in my life. this has been happening an awful lot lately: people with cigarettes, people with hot chocolate, and now, people who smell like maple syrup. i wonder if when i get back to the states, i'll want to make out with people who smell like kimchi...doubt it.
to all the rest of you: see ya later
to all the parents: please shut your kids up. please? when i'm at a museum, i'm trying to get my culture on- i don't need to see and hear your out of control kids.
to me: the reason you had trouble saying "methodological" (quick note: spell check didn't have a problem with methodological, so i guess it's an actual word, but still i was trying to mis-use it) is that there is no reason to try to turn the noun methodology into an adjective when you have good, old 'methodical'.
to the hobo-ish guy at the folk museum: listen, i'm not going to be some kind of snob, and sit here and say you shouldn't try to expand yourself. museums are for everyone, i know-- it's just that when you literally smell like shit, well, some of the other museum goers might get a little distracted. just a little food for thought there. your call, though.
to the woman who hit me with her car: yes, the reason i yelled hey and hit the trunk of car with my hand was because you'd thrown your car into reverse and started backing across a SIDEWALK WITHOUT CHECKING FOR PEDESTRIANS!!! if you are not going to look first, it might be a good idea to STOP WHEN YOU HEAR "HEY!" AND A THUD. fortunately i was somewhat prepared and was able to jump back, so it's more like you just nicked me with your car-- though i should still point out that i meant exactly what i said at the time. also, i find myself wishing i had taken a swing at you- the more i think about it the madder i get.
to the korean police dep't: i was kind of wondering why i kept seeing the same dour-faced guy in a black and yellow plaid shirt and jeans, but the weird thing was he kept changing height and places. then i noticed he was wearing an ear piece. then i noticed he was standing beside himself and talking to other officers. kpd, write this down: if all the plain clothes officers wear the same clothes, it's just like wearing a uniform you bought from k-mart.
to the woman who smelled like maple syrup: i have never wanted to kiss somebody so badly in my life. this has been happening an awful lot lately: people with cigarettes, people with hot chocolate, and now, people who smell like maple syrup. i wonder if when i get back to the states, i'll want to make out with people who smell like kimchi...doubt it.
to all the rest of you: see ya later
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Here's my first photo
i have neither a camera nor a scanner so i can't actually torture you people with pictures and sketches that show how "deep" i am and how "boundless" my composition skills are. my excuse for taking so long to publish again is that i needed cindy to show me where this photo was stored so i could email it to myself. without further ado:
starting at the top left: lion is in the blue shirt, cindy is holding him, tiger is directly front of lion, clara is the girl in the pink who is far more interested in the cake than anything else, david is behind her and is the only one smiling at the camera, i don't know who that dude in the cool baldrey family t-shirt is-- but he seems to rock, the girl beside clara is courtney, june is in the green shirt, and behind him is edward.
yes this is the end of this post, but don't worry, this is the korean equivalent of thanksgiving-- in that it's a fall holiday that people take off of work, i don't think the koreans have a holiday about befriending a group of people until you've learned from them how to survive in an untamed land, and then persecuting them relentlessly with brutality rape, murder, theft, and forced relocation for literally hundreds of years-- so i will have lots of free time to write and wax poetic...
starting at the top left: lion is in the blue shirt, cindy is holding him, tiger is directly front of lion, clara is the girl in the pink who is far more interested in the cake than anything else, david is behind her and is the only one smiling at the camera, i don't know who that dude in the cool baldrey family t-shirt is-- but he seems to rock, the girl beside clara is courtney, june is in the green shirt, and behind him is edward.
yes this is the end of this post, but don't worry, this is the korean equivalent of thanksgiving-- in that it's a fall holiday that people take off of work, i don't think the koreans have a holiday about befriending a group of people until you've learned from them how to survive in an untamed land, and then persecuting them relentlessly with brutality rape, murder, theft, and forced relocation for literally hundreds of years-- so i will have lots of free time to write and wax poetic...
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