Facebook is twittering
Haha, facebook is so delightful sometimes. I just logged on and found out about an article written in the NYT about St. John's, and by virtue of how in depth and varied all the status responses are don't even feel inclined to read it, because I feel I know everything I will like and dislike about it. My friend Emma wrote the best one by far, and almost everyone I remember as being intelligent with almost consistently worthwhile opinions has statuses with the same angles as hers, soo...
Being unemployed is so delightful. This morning I woke up early because I felt like it, walked my dog for an hour through perfect trees and a beautiful waterfall and creek, ate some of my mom's sorrel soup (amAZing) and made parmesan popovers. I also read a little Absurdistan and Light in August, and watched Friends, because I felt like it. This past weekend I actually caught part of the nicktoon's Avatar: The Last Airbender marathon, which was perfect for a rainy awful weekend, and made absolutely priceless by my dad's inability to wrap his head around the fact that his college graduate daughter was watching cartoons. His most consistent reaction to walking in on me with the television was to pantomime walking in on me partaking in an orgy- quite seriously, the man would walk into the room, look at me, look at the cartoons blaring, step back, aghast, straight up balk for a moment, and make a blubbery giggling noise before turning bright red and walking out of the room. The third time we actually both burst out laughing as he left the room, and he said, "Really, for shame" before shutting himself into his bedroom. While I feel a pang of guilt at wasting my brain, the sentimentality of my experience of the show wins out, and the fact that I bonded to Avatar with my 24, 28, and 34 year old roommates makes me feel like my dad is out of the cartoon loop.
While this all paints a perfectly stable state of being, I have to admit that having Avatar and sorrel soup be the highlight of an otherwise gloomy week is all the more gloomifying. I've been staying at the house almost all the time to avoid using gas (as having no job can translate almost immediately into having no gas) and I think I'm both becoming stir-crazy and agoraphobic. Anna wanted me to go out last night and I instead drank a glass of wine too fast and fell asleep flat on my face. Even when I COULD go out and it's not a big deal..I just stay in. Sometimes I think that being a hermit is my destiny.
This Peace Corps thing is nuts. To respond to inquiries, I'm nominated, which the Peace Corps implies is the third step in about a bazillion steps, and this means I know that I will be doing SOME KIND of community service program SOME WHERE in Sub Saharan Africa. Obviously, this means I could be doing something somewhere in one of many countries in Africa, which is not very clear, or satisfying. Apparently when I am "invited" I will know exactly where and what and all that jazz. To people who have already been peace corpsed, it basically sounds like I am in, and it really feels that way, what with the EXTENSIVE fucking medical kit that I have been doing. If I'm not in, I don't know what the hell these past few months will have been for. Not feeling entirely secure that I am going is the hardest part of the whole thing, as everyone seems to sigh with relief when they hear that I have a *plan*, and I don't really like to think of the alternative reaction I will get if my plan goes poof.
My brain has been all topsy turvy, I have too much time to think.
Being unemployed is so delightful. This morning I woke up early because I felt like it, walked my dog for an hour through perfect trees and a beautiful waterfall and creek, ate some of my mom's sorrel soup (amAZing) and made parmesan popovers. I also read a little Absurdistan and Light in August, and watched Friends, because I felt like it. This past weekend I actually caught part of the nicktoon's Avatar: The Last Airbender marathon, which was perfect for a rainy awful weekend, and made absolutely priceless by my dad's inability to wrap his head around the fact that his college graduate daughter was watching cartoons. His most consistent reaction to walking in on me with the television was to pantomime walking in on me partaking in an orgy- quite seriously, the man would walk into the room, look at me, look at the cartoons blaring, step back, aghast, straight up balk for a moment, and make a blubbery giggling noise before turning bright red and walking out of the room. The third time we actually both burst out laughing as he left the room, and he said, "Really, for shame" before shutting himself into his bedroom. While I feel a pang of guilt at wasting my brain, the sentimentality of my experience of the show wins out, and the fact that I bonded to Avatar with my 24, 28, and 34 year old roommates makes me feel like my dad is out of the cartoon loop.
While this all paints a perfectly stable state of being, I have to admit that having Avatar and sorrel soup be the highlight of an otherwise gloomy week is all the more gloomifying. I've been staying at the house almost all the time to avoid using gas (as having no job can translate almost immediately into having no gas) and I think I'm both becoming stir-crazy and agoraphobic. Anna wanted me to go out last night and I instead drank a glass of wine too fast and fell asleep flat on my face. Even when I COULD go out and it's not a big deal..I just stay in. Sometimes I think that being a hermit is my destiny.
This Peace Corps thing is nuts. To respond to inquiries, I'm nominated, which the Peace Corps implies is the third step in about a bazillion steps, and this means I know that I will be doing SOME KIND of community service program SOME WHERE in Sub Saharan Africa. Obviously, this means I could be doing something somewhere in one of many countries in Africa, which is not very clear, or satisfying. Apparently when I am "invited" I will know exactly where and what and all that jazz. To people who have already been peace corpsed, it basically sounds like I am in, and it really feels that way, what with the EXTENSIVE fucking medical kit that I have been doing. If I'm not in, I don't know what the hell these past few months will have been for. Not feeling entirely secure that I am going is the hardest part of the whole thing, as everyone seems to sigh with relief when they hear that I have a *plan*, and I don't really like to think of the alternative reaction I will get if my plan goes poof.
My brain has been all topsy turvy, I have too much time to think.