I am aware that I have been remiss in blogging. I am so sorry to have let you all down. So many people told me to start writing again that I felt kind of ashamed not to have disappeared solely for the attention it got me. It’s nice to be loved.
I had an interview in Chicago two weeks ago and I felt really great about it; I haven’t heard back from them but I have chosen not to be totally discouraged by this. As a safety measure, I am applying for more jobs there; the romance of leaving St. Louis has swept me off of my ill-coordinated feet.
I decided to be funny on the application I just sent in. In my cover letter I mentioned: pizza rolls, my paralyzing self-doubt, and the time at my old job that that toddler partially severed her finger. Also, Diane, you should be happy to know that I put the fact that I am a homosexual in the subject of the e-mail that I sent them. Just wanted to get that out in the open, I guess, so there wouldn’t be any surprises when I accidentally blurt it out five times during my interview.
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of earning money, psychological self-discovery, and TV shows on DVD. Also, I have consumed a shocking and awful amount of Easter candy. We’re talking 70-80% of my diet here. I got a thing of peanut M&M’s in pastel colors that I seriously had for dinner tonight. Well, that and some jelly beans. And three rows of Peeps (Hot Pink). Okay, and four Cadbury Eggs. Plus, A GIANT REESES EGG THAT IS PROBABLY TWO THIRDS THE SIZE OF MY BRAIN CAVITY (WHICH I HAVEN’T EATEN YET BUT PROBABLY WILL START ON SOON; IT’S SO BIG I AM GOING TO HAVE TO REFRIGERATE IT AND CUT IT LIKE A MEATLOAF). Part of me revels in this time of year. Part of me feels totally helpless to eating all of this sugar. Part of me yearns for the sweet stings of protein and fiber upon my quickly softening intestines.
As a last resort, in case the jobs in Chicago don’t work out, I’ve decided to learn Arabic, and so I downloaded a language-teaching program. I think once I get past the initial giggling at how incompetent I am, I might actually be pretty good at it. I mean, I don’t know what ANY of the squiggles mean and I still got an 80% on the first lesson in the first unit. That’s a Wash U B-, which is like a Community College A!
One of the main reasons I want to take up learning Arabic again is because I want to be able to write you secret notes and stuff.
Unfortunately I can't get the software to work. :( I guess I'll have to try and do it with my books!
And hey, you're learning to speak German pretty well, so far. ;)
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