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threeplusfire) wrote2001-07-11 09:12 pm
threeplusfire) wrote2001-07-11 09:12 pm
what next?
Well, the pressure in my ears is gone. But now I'm losing my voice. I wish I could just get back on a plane and head for Prague. Oh for a cooler city, with stone streets and trams, the smell of linden trees like lime and cinnamon, the potraviny with Kola Loda Citron and four kinds of Fanta... take me back, I'll never leave you again.
Spent the day hanging out with Deb, puttering around, talking of camera lenses and things. She made scrumptious Thai chicken for dinner with crunchy snow peas. my chocolate bar is slowly regaining shape in the fridge. Sometimes I hate the heat.
I need to work up a new resume to package with the job application. I learned today that they have multiple programs. Tutoring children at area elementary schools, tutoring homeless children, working with adults in literacy and ESL programs, all kinds of things. This just sounds more and more exciting. I'm so nervous. I want this job terribly, I need this job terribly. I need a job so I can keep paying my rent and eating. *sigh*
But it is hot and I should just go lay down, maybe in the bath tub where it is cooler. I need to find something to read. I finished the newest issue of Harpers yesterday. What a magazine. It's consisntently excellent. I need another magazine, or a novel, or something to occupy my restless thoughts. Staring at my non-fiction shelf on the right. The fiction is on the left, and occupies a larger bookcase, one my father made when I was about 8.
Maybe I should re-read Bodies Under Siege or perhaps Red Women on the Silver Screen. I saw that on Keith's bookshelf the last time I visited him. I keep meaning to read this book I found in Half-Price, Our Vampires, Ourselves. It's been awhile since I read The Andy Warhol Diaries. Last year of high school I think, when I developed an unhealthy fascination with Andy. Too many books to read, never enough time for it all. I wish I could read in my sleep. That would be cool.
If I were a good student, I would read my Fronek dictionary and work on my Czech vocabulary. But it's so damnably heavy, and I just want to lay down and read...
Spent the day hanging out with Deb, puttering around, talking of camera lenses and things. She made scrumptious Thai chicken for dinner with crunchy snow peas. my chocolate bar is slowly regaining shape in the fridge. Sometimes I hate the heat.
I need to work up a new resume to package with the job application. I learned today that they have multiple programs. Tutoring children at area elementary schools, tutoring homeless children, working with adults in literacy and ESL programs, all kinds of things. This just sounds more and more exciting. I'm so nervous. I want this job terribly, I need this job terribly. I need a job so I can keep paying my rent and eating. *sigh*
But it is hot and I should just go lay down, maybe in the bath tub where it is cooler. I need to find something to read. I finished the newest issue of Harpers yesterday. What a magazine. It's consisntently excellent. I need another magazine, or a novel, or something to occupy my restless thoughts. Staring at my non-fiction shelf on the right. The fiction is on the left, and occupies a larger bookcase, one my father made when I was about 8.
Maybe I should re-read Bodies Under Siege or perhaps Red Women on the Silver Screen. I saw that on Keith's bookshelf the last time I visited him. I keep meaning to read this book I found in Half-Price, Our Vampires, Ourselves. It's been awhile since I read The Andy Warhol Diaries. Last year of high school I think, when I developed an unhealthy fascination with Andy. Too many books to read, never enough time for it all. I wish I could read in my sleep. That would be cool.
If I were a good student, I would read my Fronek dictionary and work on my Czech vocabulary. But it's so damnably heavy, and I just want to lay down and read...