unemployment journal: 6/22/06
today:
woke up. went for coffee. finished the citypaper crossword on my own in one sitting (unusual). went home. ate some ramen noodles. ate some chicken tacos. watched the world cup on univision for a while "goooooooooooooooooooooool". brazil won. no surprise. did some dishes. straightened up a little. ate some ice cream. watched the simpsons while filing and painting my nails. color: incredibly ugly peachy pink with a shimmer. i like. intermittent internet checks throughout the day. went to the friendly lounge for a beer because my friend danielle bartends there on thursdays. now here i am. i am bored. oh my god. i am so bored. pot isn't even helping anymore and i don't have happy hour friends here, so drinking away the hollow hours isn't really an option. i suppose i could call someone random, but what's the point? i have nothing to say. i guess it's time to actually start looking for a job. a job i'll hate. at least hating on my life counts as doing something, right?
also:
dear portland,
get some grad schools.
sincerely,
sara
woke up. went for coffee. finished the citypaper crossword on my own in one sitting (unusual). went home. ate some ramen noodles. ate some chicken tacos. watched the world cup on univision for a while "goooooooooooooooooooooool". brazil won. no surprise. did some dishes. straightened up a little. ate some ice cream. watched the simpsons while filing and painting my nails. color: incredibly ugly peachy pink with a shimmer. i like. intermittent internet checks throughout the day. went to the friendly lounge for a beer because my friend danielle bartends there on thursdays. now here i am. i am bored. oh my god. i am so bored. pot isn't even helping anymore and i don't have happy hour friends here, so drinking away the hollow hours isn't really an option. i suppose i could call someone random, but what's the point? i have nothing to say. i guess it's time to actually start looking for a job. a job i'll hate. at least hating on my life counts as doing something, right?
also:
dear portland,
get some grad schools.
sincerely,
sara