Shall I spanner your works?
There is a 6 week old kitten gallivanting around my apartment, and I'm turning 20 tomorrow...Every now and again life just seems to throw a couple of surrealist spanners in your realist works, the sort of spanners that force you to sit back and ask, "What??!"
When did "Age 20" sneak up on me? How did I end up living in this brilliant country that is so steeped in all things amazing, and yet that is so far from anything I used to know? Why do I feel like the only books worth reading are those written by Irish authors? Who am I, and Where am I going? And, most importantly, why is there a cat in my flat? **
>>> And now for something far less revolting and train-wreck-like than the musings of a girl in the final hours of her teenage life [oh, how poignantly nostalgic]. I would like to tell you some things, and in True Kate Style, "Ima gonna give 'em to ya in DOT POINT FORM!". Yiiih. Behold.
- instant coffee is not worth drinking
- I write horrendous postcards, so don't ever ask me to send you one
- trams that hurtle along at 636km/hr for the simple reason that the road ahead looks vaguely straight are disquieting
- Prague's street art is the new picasso
- people who spit in the face of convention, by choosing to use exciting punctuation when they write, restore my faith in something
- I seem to have amassed a vast array of red suitcases [vast array meaning 2]
- language school directors who act as though they're launching your career as a "star of the TEFL scene" are to be avoided
- I watch Prague castle at dawn [how many points do I need before you'll buy me a drink at V Sedmém Nebi?]
- any advice on how NOT to have to repaint my room at the end of the year when taking down my various destructive decorations would be greatly appreciated [aside from the usual "flee to Venezuela or other token South American nation" type comments]
- I sort of wish I spoke German
- it's important to know why it is you're doing things the way you are, but not essential
- accommodation in Paris is really far too expensive
- I hear/see at least one cavalcade of Hare Krishna adepts a week here in Prague
- I am once again in possession of my Buddhist mantra bracelet, but don't ask where I found it. I have my pride...
So on that note, consider your works spannered. I'm off to sleep and wake up as a 20 year old. Eep.
LOVE
Kate
**In the interest of honesty, I do actually know why there's a kitten in my flat: it is a new addition to the household, donated by my flatmate's mother...but it's merely here "on trial" as my flatmate thinks she might be allergic and I am pretty sure I don't like cats. Promise we won't drown it in the Vltava if we decide not to keep it.
When did "Age 20" sneak up on me? How did I end up living in this brilliant country that is so steeped in all things amazing, and yet that is so far from anything I used to know? Why do I feel like the only books worth reading are those written by Irish authors? Who am I, and Where am I going? And, most importantly, why is there a cat in my flat? **
>>> And now for something far less revolting and train-wreck-like than the musings of a girl in the final hours of her teenage life [oh, how poignantly nostalgic]. I would like to tell you some things, and in True Kate Style, "Ima gonna give 'em to ya in DOT POINT FORM!". Yiiih. Behold.
- instant coffee is not worth drinking
- I write horrendous postcards, so don't ever ask me to send you one
- trams that hurtle along at 636km/hr for the simple reason that the road ahead looks vaguely straight are disquieting
- Prague's street art is the new picasso
- people who spit in the face of convention, by choosing to use exciting punctuation when they write, restore my faith in something
- I seem to have amassed a vast array of red suitcases [vast array meaning 2]
- language school directors who act as though they're launching your career as a "star of the TEFL scene" are to be avoided
- I watch Prague castle at dawn [how many points do I need before you'll buy me a drink at V Sedmém Nebi?]
- any advice on how NOT to have to repaint my room at the end of the year when taking down my various destructive decorations would be greatly appreciated [aside from the usual "flee to Venezuela or other token South American nation" type comments]
- I sort of wish I spoke German
- it's important to know why it is you're doing things the way you are, but not essential
- accommodation in Paris is really far too expensive
- I hear/see at least one cavalcade of Hare Krishna adepts a week here in Prague
- I am once again in possession of my Buddhist mantra bracelet, but don't ask where I found it. I have my pride...
So on that note, consider your works spannered. I'm off to sleep and wake up as a 20 year old. Eep.
LOVE
Kate
**In the interest of honesty, I do actually know why there's a kitten in my flat: it is a new addition to the household, donated by my flatmate's mother...but it's merely here "on trial" as my flatmate thinks she might be allergic and I am pretty sure I don't like cats. Promise we won't drown it in the Vltava if we decide not to keep it.