Blood Red Nails on her Fingertips
I have been obsessively growing my fingernails. They are so long now that I have dreams about them breaking to express my subconscious fear that I will actually break one of them. It's also getting harder and harder to be accurate with my typing. I've never had such long fingernails before. They always break. But I've been painting them multiple times a week to keep them strong. I started just using clear polish, but my nails are not attractive without color. So I always paint them different colors. Right now they are blood red. And they're really long. I feel like a hand model.
I'm going to watch a really old movie recommended to me by a super hot older guy who used to teach philosophy, used to be a whaler in Greece, whom I met while he was teaching English in Korea and is now a successful photographer in New York. While I watch this film I am going to paint my fingernails and eat tuna with crackers in the nude (well, mostly...I'm still wearing my thin purple panties).
Last year I felt pretty isolated from people in my life. The feeling was magnified because I had no one to talk to at work except my students who could barely understand me and with whom I had to be careful about my content and not fully express myself (though I should have just been my raunchy self cuz they would have never known otherwise anyhow...). So after a long day at work, I was hungry for actual communication with people. I wrote letters, emails, made phone calls frequently. This year, however, I have over 40 foreign teachers at work to talk to and hundreds of students every month who can understand the majority of what I say and have in depth conversations on everything under the sun. That is often enough social interaction for me. After 9-10 hours a day of non-stop people interaction, I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to see anyone. I don't want any kind of communication. I just want to be alone with my own thoughts and listen to music and read and sleep and eat. I've only just begun to realize that it's been five months that I've been here and I've only made a few phone calls, haven't sent a single letter and have only sent a few real emails out to anyone.
I like nesting. It doesn't help that I live in a dirty crowded city that I am always trying to escape from.
I've just changed my mind. I'm not going to watch a movie but instead finish off the book I've been reading for the past few months (Dostoevsky...long and tiring...too demanding for my current workload...I need to read something lighter and more captivating than his stupid religious arguments [I don't really think they're stupid]. I only have about 50 pages left in The Brothers Karamazov.). And I'm getting chilly so I'll have to put clothes on now, too. I think I'll take my book and go to the Mexican restaurant across the street and eat a burrito and read...
Sucker.
How's that for an update, huh? Was that good enough? Enough bullshit stupidity to put your mind at ease, Snausage? I really have nothing going on in my life worth discussing. I should drop all my plans for today right now and just start drinking the bottle of wine sitting in my kitchen...
I'm going to watch a really old movie recommended to me by a super hot older guy who used to teach philosophy, used to be a whaler in Greece, whom I met while he was teaching English in Korea and is now a successful photographer in New York. While I watch this film I am going to paint my fingernails and eat tuna with crackers in the nude (well, mostly...I'm still wearing my thin purple panties).
Last year I felt pretty isolated from people in my life. The feeling was magnified because I had no one to talk to at work except my students who could barely understand me and with whom I had to be careful about my content and not fully express myself (though I should have just been my raunchy self cuz they would have never known otherwise anyhow...). So after a long day at work, I was hungry for actual communication with people. I wrote letters, emails, made phone calls frequently. This year, however, I have over 40 foreign teachers at work to talk to and hundreds of students every month who can understand the majority of what I say and have in depth conversations on everything under the sun. That is often enough social interaction for me. After 9-10 hours a day of non-stop people interaction, I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to see anyone. I don't want any kind of communication. I just want to be alone with my own thoughts and listen to music and read and sleep and eat. I've only just begun to realize that it's been five months that I've been here and I've only made a few phone calls, haven't sent a single letter and have only sent a few real emails out to anyone.
I like nesting. It doesn't help that I live in a dirty crowded city that I am always trying to escape from.
I've just changed my mind. I'm not going to watch a movie but instead finish off the book I've been reading for the past few months (Dostoevsky...long and tiring...too demanding for my current workload...I need to read something lighter and more captivating than his stupid religious arguments [I don't really think they're stupid]. I only have about 50 pages left in The Brothers Karamazov.). And I'm getting chilly so I'll have to put clothes on now, too. I think I'll take my book and go to the Mexican restaurant across the street and eat a burrito and read...
Sucker.
How's that for an update, huh? Was that good enough? Enough bullshit stupidity to put your mind at ease, Snausage? I really have nothing going on in my life worth discussing. I should drop all my plans for today right now and just start drinking the bottle of wine sitting in my kitchen...