it was -12 with snow and i was happy
i know i know i know these postings have been riddle with typ-os and spelling errors
and i thank you for trying to take that as part of my charm, and the general state of exhaustion i am in when i finally sit down to write, and my charm...
i dont know that i have much to say. today i am just keeping in touch. wondering a little at the gloppy shape of my life and trying to deside if its acceptable. It will have to be.
i finished my scholarship letter
thats where ive been. i wasnt allowed to type non essential things until it was done. Needless to say i have started cooking again and am still knawing on things ... though with less intensity than when i began...knawing.
i have yet to cut my hair off...there are days where the scissors are just out of reach and im too lazy but it will happen. motivation and rash actions will culminate is something. It might also be a haircut that the grandmothers would look at and say, yes yes it is ....uh hhum, something. That would be fun. see the twinkle.
When i continue announcing that i know i will not be a primary school teacher at intervals which are begining to deminish in thier distance--(aka increase in thier frequency), i know that an up comming vacation is much needed.
I think a mark of how long it takes to get settled in is also how long it takes for me to be busy. but what kind of busy am i...busy busy work or busy like filling? i mean i-hope-im-no-missing-a-meeting-or-tutoring class /i really wanted to go into geneva on tuesday night but insead somehow i ended up sending out an invitation to anyone i knew for dinner/party at my house.
Yep all this and i KNOW i would feel better if only i could keep on track of whatever the hell is is i need to do daily. while the clenliness has gone up in my new post student life and thus my room and appartment; the clutter and head culutter still bump elbows and leave me running arround the night before my dad arrives to try and make it look somewhat presentable-- how i keep my space has been a constant matter of tension between us. I succeeded in presenting a sufficiently clean appartment.
Also I wandered genev w this parent of mine and drank port in a bar that i wouldnt have gone into; and four years ago i certainly wouldnt have gone into with my parent. I have a new appreciation for geneva i want to share it with anyone who will visit-- it seems i may have the opportunity to do so soon. I also saw Lausanne-- although i didnt get to actually drive stickshift; i did learn the principles and practice in spirit the whole drive to this second major city allong the Swis side of Lac Geneve. The waterfront is beautiful and while i know it has a happening night life i couldnt help but feel somewhat lost among the grey very flat 'classical' feeling architecture... no judgements on the city though, my emotional barrometer isnt an accurate way to test a citys character. That we could drink tea at the bar-- and they gave us lemon-- with out thinking twice was another unexpected parent experience. so were the layers upon layers of city. and the castle that had a street number on it... number 4 just behind teh church that looks like it comes out of the cartoon artwork of the movie qbout notre dame... what period is that archictecture? un believable. oh im tired and hitting dampy feeling--the chill that settles in after a really long tiring day-- i can feel the cold circles under my eyes, even if you cant see them yet. i woke up this morning between 3 and 5 am worrying. Well, contemplating. It is unexpected. it reminds me i have goals to achieve. Still not working for the UN. Not doing a intensely physical sport-- too tired to try really. No registration process started on PSych intro courses...why am i this tired? The letter writing has begun again. Cant find the envelopes though. damn it. Got a new bottle of maple syrup and persian chickpea cookies that are hard to find out of the T dot-- m y cousin in NY even had the 'rents pick them up for his wedding because thats where theyre the best. i also miss barbarry bread. If im lucky ill also get my hands on the recepie for Coucou.
Coucou: the completely serious greeting that i though wzs an excentric but endeering quality of my pervious landlord/collegue, only to be greated often by my students in the street and by collegues during down time. Coucouco
Also a dish made of all sorts of green vegetables and...fried? that i miss
Having not been cooking from a recipie, and being limited in my spice collection, frankly im starting to feel like im eating the same thing alot-- also since i live alone i eat whatever i cook for a long time. It does get monotonous.
I went to a Women's Collective of 8th of March (international womens day) meeting again-- this time there were many more people and i was definitely stuck in the cross current dialogues of the flyer design and distribution method and the tabling committee. However my placement as a late commer at the latecommer end of the table, nearest to the door, meant that the late commer amnesty intl person sat next to me and afforded me the opportunity to learn that there is by chance a meeting here in my little ol town tonight-- and really it is by chance since it is held by weekly either here or in a little town that is not too far but not to easy to get to either...so off i go to meet some more people today.
merrrr
tired
chilly
recipies any one?
love you miss you wish you were here
really really really lookinforward to a BREAK in portugal
i am never going to be a primary school teacher but today i laughed more than i yelled. i think that is an accomplishment i am proud of.
does anyone know a place two friendly individuals can sleep briefly (and need i say cheeply) in LONDON en route to Portugal; somewhere that isnt the airport?
and i thank you for trying to take that as part of my charm, and the general state of exhaustion i am in when i finally sit down to write, and my charm...
i dont know that i have much to say. today i am just keeping in touch. wondering a little at the gloppy shape of my life and trying to deside if its acceptable. It will have to be.
i finished my scholarship letter
thats where ive been. i wasnt allowed to type non essential things until it was done. Needless to say i have started cooking again and am still knawing on things ... though with less intensity than when i began...knawing.
i have yet to cut my hair off...there are days where the scissors are just out of reach and im too lazy but it will happen. motivation and rash actions will culminate is something. It might also be a haircut that the grandmothers would look at and say, yes yes it is ....uh hhum, something. That would be fun. see the twinkle.
When i continue announcing that i know i will not be a primary school teacher at intervals which are begining to deminish in thier distance--(aka increase in thier frequency), i know that an up comming vacation is much needed.
I think a mark of how long it takes to get settled in is also how long it takes for me to be busy. but what kind of busy am i...busy busy work or busy like filling? i mean i-hope-im-no-missing-a-meeting-or-tutoring class /i really wanted to go into geneva on tuesday night but insead somehow i ended up sending out an invitation to anyone i knew for dinner/party at my house.
Yep all this and i KNOW i would feel better if only i could keep on track of whatever the hell is is i need to do daily. while the clenliness has gone up in my new post student life and thus my room and appartment; the clutter and head culutter still bump elbows and leave me running arround the night before my dad arrives to try and make it look somewhat presentable-- how i keep my space has been a constant matter of tension between us. I succeeded in presenting a sufficiently clean appartment.
Also I wandered genev w this parent of mine and drank port in a bar that i wouldnt have gone into; and four years ago i certainly wouldnt have gone into with my parent. I have a new appreciation for geneva i want to share it with anyone who will visit-- it seems i may have the opportunity to do so soon. I also saw Lausanne-- although i didnt get to actually drive stickshift; i did learn the principles and practice in spirit the whole drive to this second major city allong the Swis side of Lac Geneve. The waterfront is beautiful and while i know it has a happening night life i couldnt help but feel somewhat lost among the grey very flat 'classical' feeling architecture... no judgements on the city though, my emotional barrometer isnt an accurate way to test a citys character. That we could drink tea at the bar-- and they gave us lemon-- with out thinking twice was another unexpected parent experience. so were the layers upon layers of city. and the castle that had a street number on it... number 4 just behind teh church that looks like it comes out of the cartoon artwork of the movie qbout notre dame... what period is that archictecture? un believable. oh im tired and hitting dampy feeling--the chill that settles in after a really long tiring day-- i can feel the cold circles under my eyes, even if you cant see them yet. i woke up this morning between 3 and 5 am worrying. Well, contemplating. It is unexpected. it reminds me i have goals to achieve. Still not working for the UN. Not doing a intensely physical sport-- too tired to try really. No registration process started on PSych intro courses...why am i this tired? The letter writing has begun again. Cant find the envelopes though. damn it. Got a new bottle of maple syrup and persian chickpea cookies that are hard to find out of the T dot-- m y cousin in NY even had the 'rents pick them up for his wedding because thats where theyre the best. i also miss barbarry bread. If im lucky ill also get my hands on the recepie for Coucou.
Coucou: the completely serious greeting that i though wzs an excentric but endeering quality of my pervious landlord/collegue, only to be greated often by my students in the street and by collegues during down time. Coucouco
Also a dish made of all sorts of green vegetables and...fried? that i miss
Having not been cooking from a recipie, and being limited in my spice collection, frankly im starting to feel like im eating the same thing alot-- also since i live alone i eat whatever i cook for a long time. It does get monotonous.
I went to a Women's Collective of 8th of March (international womens day) meeting again-- this time there were many more people and i was definitely stuck in the cross current dialogues of the flyer design and distribution method and the tabling committee. However my placement as a late commer at the latecommer end of the table, nearest to the door, meant that the late commer amnesty intl person sat next to me and afforded me the opportunity to learn that there is by chance a meeting here in my little ol town tonight-- and really it is by chance since it is held by weekly either here or in a little town that is not too far but not to easy to get to either...so off i go to meet some more people today.
merrrr
tired
chilly
recipies any one?
love you miss you wish you were here
really really really lookinforward to a BREAK in portugal
i am never going to be a primary school teacher but today i laughed more than i yelled. i think that is an accomplishment i am proud of.
does anyone know a place two friendly individuals can sleep briefly (and need i say cheeply) in LONDON en route to Portugal; somewhere that isnt the airport?
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