Insomnia is such a bitch
How does one go about procuring an internship at Sotheby's in NY or London? This is my new fixation on what I can do over the summer to be less worthless....I may not have been working that hard in Italy on my research between the correlation between Caravaggio and Titian, (which, if you're dense or don't know me that well, never fully materialized) BUT atleast I didn't feel like my life was literally pointless. Everything was atleast done in another language. God, I need to get out of New Orleans.
My friend/mentor figure in Florence left me a voicemail today; if all else fails, I'm sure I could spend yet another summer in la bella Italia interning at the Guggenheim in Venice. More on this later- I have way too many complexes about my first euro home in venice to go back so lightly. Actually nix the more on this. If you know the story, you know the story.
And if all else fails, I'm debating spending the summer in Nepal teaching english to some random Himalayan community. Check it out:
http://www.gvi.co.uk/pages/projectDetail.asp?expedition=30
The nepal thing would be the hardest to justify to my dad; true, it's relatively pointless in my grand scheme of life. Still, it's random and far, far away from New Orleans, and I used to have this weird Tibetan Buddhism obsession when I was in middle school...I'd happily hang out with the sherpas for a summer. All in all, I'm fustrated out of my mind that I'm facing college at Tulane and not Sarah Lawrence where i've been accepted and everything...I've been home for 3 weeks and I'm climbing the walls already. 4 years sounds like a fucking eternity. Careful, I might do something drastic like run away to Italy for 8 months.
God I need to invest in sleeping pills.
My friend/mentor figure in Florence left me a voicemail today; if all else fails, I'm sure I could spend yet another summer in la bella Italia interning at the Guggenheim in Venice. More on this later- I have way too many complexes about my first euro home in venice to go back so lightly. Actually nix the more on this. If you know the story, you know the story.
And if all else fails, I'm debating spending the summer in Nepal teaching english to some random Himalayan community. Check it out:
http://www.gvi.co.uk/pages/projectDetail.asp?expedition=30
The nepal thing would be the hardest to justify to my dad; true, it's relatively pointless in my grand scheme of life. Still, it's random and far, far away from New Orleans, and I used to have this weird Tibetan Buddhism obsession when I was in middle school...I'd happily hang out with the sherpas for a summer. All in all, I'm fustrated out of my mind that I'm facing college at Tulane and not Sarah Lawrence where i've been accepted and everything...I've been home for 3 weeks and I'm climbing the walls already. 4 years sounds like a fucking eternity. Careful, I might do something drastic like run away to Italy for 8 months.
God I need to invest in sleeping pills.