How I'm feeling
Here's a quick update on the life of me...
I am going on my third week of being back in St. Bernard Parish (I spent a little over a week with my mom and grandmother in Mississippi), Louisiana. I still have no job, although I've had only a few interviews on the spot and one call back. That call back was to say to come in for an interview, and when I got there, the lady said she had already hired two girls, and that she'd forgot to call me. Great.
So just about every day I can, I try to come out here to the French Quarter to look for a job. I've applied to hotels (LePavillon, Bourbon Orleans) and restaurants (too many to name) all throughout the Quarter and to no such luck. This sucks.
Other than that, I'm completely happy. I have no interest whatsoever in seeing, much less dating, anyone. Not sure why. I thought something was going on about a week ago, but no. I'm too picky in this city of low standards. Then again, that may be Az's and the other people I came across in New York's preachings coming home to me. Not a bad thing, I don't think. I want something more than what I've been looking for in the past few years. Not that the people I've come across haven't been interesting and worth it, but I'm getting older now and, not to say I necessarily want to settle down or anything, but eventually I want to become comfortable with someone. I'm really lacking that male companionship here. I have, like, two male friends, both of which I went to school with.
I'm not typically a lonely person, that's not what I'm saying. I've just been getting into new things lately, and I don't feel like too many of the people I am able to surround myself with would really understand. In New York, you could do what you want, hang out where you want, express yourself the way you wanted, and not have to really worry about what other people were thinking. Take for example: Just about everybody I walk with down the streets of downtown New Orleans is so preoccupied with how other people walking down the street look (not that it's a bad thing). I, on the other hand, don't even notice what's going on outside of my straightforward field of vision. I see where I have to go and nothing else. If I want to go to the library (where I am now), I almost feel ashamed to tell people I want to go there to read, or practice the pre-calculus I am teaching myself. It's not that I have nothing better to do. I just choose to do better.
So, give me the time to go out every once in...a few days.
Anyway, in closing, I'm currently reading Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn's The First Circle. I'm on a world literature/re-learning Russian grammar/mathematics kick right now. I seriously need to enroll in school again.
I am going on my third week of being back in St. Bernard Parish (I spent a little over a week with my mom and grandmother in Mississippi), Louisiana. I still have no job, although I've had only a few interviews on the spot and one call back. That call back was to say to come in for an interview, and when I got there, the lady said she had already hired two girls, and that she'd forgot to call me. Great.
So just about every day I can, I try to come out here to the French Quarter to look for a job. I've applied to hotels (LePavillon, Bourbon Orleans) and restaurants (too many to name) all throughout the Quarter and to no such luck. This sucks.
Other than that, I'm completely happy. I have no interest whatsoever in seeing, much less dating, anyone. Not sure why. I thought something was going on about a week ago, but no. I'm too picky in this city of low standards. Then again, that may be Az's and the other people I came across in New York's preachings coming home to me. Not a bad thing, I don't think. I want something more than what I've been looking for in the past few years. Not that the people I've come across haven't been interesting and worth it, but I'm getting older now and, not to say I necessarily want to settle down or anything, but eventually I want to become comfortable with someone. I'm really lacking that male companionship here. I have, like, two male friends, both of which I went to school with.
I'm not typically a lonely person, that's not what I'm saying. I've just been getting into new things lately, and I don't feel like too many of the people I am able to surround myself with would really understand. In New York, you could do what you want, hang out where you want, express yourself the way you wanted, and not have to really worry about what other people were thinking. Take for example: Just about everybody I walk with down the streets of downtown New Orleans is so preoccupied with how other people walking down the street look (not that it's a bad thing). I, on the other hand, don't even notice what's going on outside of my straightforward field of vision. I see where I have to go and nothing else. If I want to go to the library (where I am now), I almost feel ashamed to tell people I want to go there to read, or practice the pre-calculus I am teaching myself. It's not that I have nothing better to do. I just choose to do better.
So, give me the time to go out every once in...a few days.
Anyway, in closing, I'm currently reading Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn's The First Circle. I'm on a world literature/re-learning Russian grammar/mathematics kick right now. I seriously need to enroll in school again.