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Omygoodness, I am writing in this thing. The last entry I made was a year ago. Is it possible that I've acquired a life?
ummmmmmm nope.
The only reason I wanted to write, really, was to complain about my back hurting from sewing. This announces to the world that I am domestic!! Radically feminist, yet domestic!!! What a catch!!!
Sorry. Although I am serious about the catch part.
I've been in Portland for Christmas and etcetera, and then traveling, and now I am back home (home???) in Vermont, in my pretty apartment, and my roommate drove to New Hampshire to visit her boyfriend for a few days, and so I am ALONE. In the apartment. ALONE IN THE APARTMENT.
So far I've been making a lot of lists, in order to cross things off of my list. So I have that going for me. I've also been listening to a lot of Television. REALLY LOUD. Notice the demonstrative Caps. I keep forgetting to feed myself because I'm so busy domesticating and crossing things off my list and going to the coffee shop where people have recently been in the habit of giving me free coffee, perhaps because I come every single day and they are tired of watching me to count out a dollar's worth of nickels!
Oh also I am writing my thesis, in a roundabout kind of way. It involves drinking a lot of coffee and getting really excited about EMPIRE and sketching out really complicated charts that are in truth simplified versions of the concepts explained in Empire. I then pat myself of the back for being such a genius and start rustling around the apartment looking for something to sew.
Things Keeping Me Awake At Night:
1) what the hell am I going to do after I graduate?
2) should I go back to Portland or go somewhere that I don't have such a fucked up love-hate relationship with?
3) should I be applying to some kind of internship? Or law school? or dental hygienist certificate program?
4) I probably don't have good enough dental hygiene to be a dental hygienist.
5) What if nobody believes me when I say I have a BA? I mean, I still get carded buying cigarettes. And I mean, really carded. They hold the picture up to my face and look all skeptical and everything.
ummmmmmm nope.
The only reason I wanted to write, really, was to complain about my back hurting from sewing. This announces to the world that I am domestic!! Radically feminist, yet domestic!!! What a catch!!!
Sorry. Although I am serious about the catch part.
I've been in Portland for Christmas and etcetera, and then traveling, and now I am back home (home???) in Vermont, in my pretty apartment, and my roommate drove to New Hampshire to visit her boyfriend for a few days, and so I am ALONE. In the apartment. ALONE IN THE APARTMENT.
So far I've been making a lot of lists, in order to cross things off of my list. So I have that going for me. I've also been listening to a lot of Television. REALLY LOUD. Notice the demonstrative Caps. I keep forgetting to feed myself because I'm so busy domesticating and crossing things off my list and going to the coffee shop where people have recently been in the habit of giving me free coffee, perhaps because I come every single day and they are tired of watching me to count out a dollar's worth of nickels!
Oh also I am writing my thesis, in a roundabout kind of way. It involves drinking a lot of coffee and getting really excited about EMPIRE and sketching out really complicated charts that are in truth simplified versions of the concepts explained in Empire. I then pat myself of the back for being such a genius and start rustling around the apartment looking for something to sew.
Things Keeping Me Awake At Night:
1) what the hell am I going to do after I graduate?
2) should I go back to Portland or go somewhere that I don't have such a fucked up love-hate relationship with?
3) should I be applying to some kind of internship? Or law school? or dental hygienist certificate program?
4) I probably don't have good enough dental hygiene to be a dental hygienist.
5) What if nobody believes me when I say I have a BA? I mean, I still get carded buying cigarettes. And I mean, really carded. They hold the picture up to my face and look all skeptical and everything.