Charlee’s Slice
I’m writing this slightly drunk. Just got home from seeing the moondoggies, which was fantastic. We got in free, got cheap drinks, had good company, and had a good time! My ears are ringing. There isn’t a whole lot to report on from this weekend. Rachel and I went out to the bars Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Friday and Saturday were pretty low key since none of the guys were down to join us. However, it may have worked in our favor since we received many a drink offer, which unfortunately we didn’t follow up on.
There was some success in thrift store shopping. I bought a new shirt and a winter coat even though it is the wrong season, but it will come in handy next fall. I also noticed thrift stores are a good place to look for professional wear. I hate professional wear more than anyone on the planet, and yet the need for it in my life is starting to show its ugly head.
I am looking at the possibility of teaching ESL in Japan. It offers a really good salary, and the possibility for travel just makes it feel like my best option for a job right now. My lack of professional experience is manifesting into a lack of possible job opportunities, and teaching abroad is sure to remedy that. The only down side is that I would be gone for a whole year. If it were only six months I wouldn’t hesitate, but a whole year is not something to take so lightly. I’m pretty close to being decided and will probably start filling out the application when I get back to Kirkland.
These last four weeks have flown by, but I can sense that boredom is on the horizon. I can also sense that pretty soon, my parents are going to be on my case about getting a job. Until then I am going to cherish my idle hours. This last week, I made fairly good use of my free time. A lot of it was spent in the sun. I dominated at trivia night. I managed to clean my apartment. I witnessed a BOFFER war up close. Spring has defiantly sprung! I’m looking forward to next week as well. I’m going to see Yeasayer on Tuesday. I’m going hiking on Thursday.
I’m going to cut this short since it is getting close to three in the morning and I need sleep.
I had peach pie this week. It was good, but my hop along was better.
Rachel’s Slice:
Well, my half was written *not* under the influence. While Charlee was typing away in her Moondoggie glow, I was working on the last page of my short story for fiction. It’s about Boffing. Yep, straight up I wrote about the nerdyness that is Boffing. Epic. It was either that or explore the overdone topic of unplanned pregnancy—blah. I’m getting work-shopped tomorrow so we’ll see what my peers have to say.
Otherwise, not much else is up with this unpublished author (Suck it Jeopardy. And when I say “Suck it,” I mean “Fuck You”). Going home to the land of my birth for the weekend. I need to do laundry and my parents are missing me so much they’ve been posting shit all over my facebook wall. My Dad is all stoked since the tickets to Tom Petty came in the mail. He’s pretty funny, looking around booking hotel rooms and all. It shall be a great time!
The Moondoggies were slammin’! We danced and I was happily buzzed. I paid for it with a hangover on Monday though. While in the shower I found myself staring down at my feet for an extended period of time—completely transfixed—since I’d lost myself in the steam. When class got out, I laid out in the sunshine with Ellen and Erin and listened to Manbear problems other than my own for a change. Is it sad that I’m jealous of turmoil? I haven’t been nuts about a new guy in a very long time. I feel un-me being so loveless. I just keep reminding myself: Taylor Goldsmith.
I suppose I have got a new semi-love interest. Tall, dark, and hoppy, he goes by the name of Porter. Damn straight kids, Rachel has found herself a beer! I called my mom last Thursday while grocery shopping. This was the contents of my cart: Bacon, Doughnuts, and Beer. I was having a rough week. I drank more beer this past weekend than all the beer I drank in the past three years combined(including that one night I played flip-cup for three hours straight with my cousins).
Spring is being a cockteasing bitch. It was soooooooo nice both Sunday and Monday. Tuesday? Cold and rainy. I got sunburned on Monday afternoon! It was amazing to see my long-lost freckles on the bridge of my nose, to see the threshold of sunkissed to pale on my chest. Beautiful. I’m going to do prime-hour tanning sessions once the weather goes sun-full time. I’ll sit out from 1-2 M-W-F and from 10-12 on T-Th. That way, I’ll be all lovely sunkissed and get my Vitamin D. Perfection!
I was going to detail for you a great metaphor I thought of linking my professor’s dog to my Broman issues—but it would take too much back-story and too much full disclosure than I’m willing to give out right now. I’ll just say this: I resolve to quit barking at the hole in the fence (well, not when there is something to bark at I guess).
Moondoggies--> Dogs barking at holes in fences--> Broman.
Let’s fix that:
Moondoggies--> Gidget--> Surfing.
Much better progression of thought. That one is without deep interpretation. Let’s keep it simple like that. Take it easy.
XOXO, Rachel
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