a bride in calcutta
After months of insane boredom I'm finally starting a new job on Monday, as a Permissions Assistant at Cambridge Uni Press, finding images / negotiating to buy the rights for images for high school text books and stuff. It's kind of a relief, it's been a little under a year since I finished uni now, there's only so long I can cloister myself away from the real world without turning into the creepy kind of hermit instead of the nerdy kind. So I'm looking forward to it. HEY SOPHIE, NO USING ME AS AN EXAMPLE OF UNEMPLOYED ARTS STUDENTS NOW HUH. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Live the dream, Shitty, live the dream.
My mother returned from China last Monday with a host of pirated loot for me, including this complete Oz collection that looks more like a board game than a box set, a million other dvds, some S.H.E cds, a pirated copy of Cartoon KAT-TUN II You (she was really disappointed to find out that I already had another, real version, because she thought she'd found one of their cds that I'd have never heard of. Clearly she does not understand the fever of my obsession.) and this cd by some guy that I have begun calling "random old Chinese man". The twenty year old at the record store told her it was a great cd and I would like it. I suspect he was just trying to make a sale, it sounds like the Chinese equivalent of Willie Nelson or Kamahl or something. Probably he is some god of Chinese popular music and one day he will appear as a guest on SMAPxSMAP.
I've been reading a lot lately because I can no longer stand the flickering of my laptop screen (the power jack is busted) for more than twenty minutes or so at a time. When I am online I am obsessive compulsively refreshing Facebook over and over. foreword sends me like a billion sealions for my aquarium a day.
Today I saw a small child breakdance and it was one of the greatest moments of my life.