It's looking dismal. No call yet from the potential employer, although I guess they technically have a few more days. I'm gearing up for another rejection, though perhaps I should have a more positive outlook. I just don't want to be crushed.
Boo. I can't think of anything clever, which is usually what gets me every time I try to blog. Guess I'll end it here.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I'm thinking BACON
Gotcha, I'm not really thinking BACON, I'm thinking BAKING!
New Hobby #1: Baking
Okay, I'm giving this a shot. Last week, inspired by my french class, I made some pretty bad a-s-s coconut macaroons. I got sick of them pretty quickly, but they turned out good. My mom got one of her gardening magazines in the mail and I snipped the cookie recipes out and there were some clear winners. Oatmeal-raisin-chocolate cookies with flax meal: WINNER. Today's pick: chocolate-chocolate chip, another clear WINNER. The only thing is that I know these little suckers are basically butter and sugar. On The Biggest Loser it was all about eating well (Tuesday night, chelloooo) so I've been inspired. I'm going to pick up some whole wheat flour and some applesauce. Mama always said that applesauce can be used instead of oil when you're baking, and trust me, it works like a charm. I haven't tried it so much with cookies, but I guess now's the time to experiment. Chocolate-chocolate chip with bittersweet chocolate, whole wheat pastry flour and applesauce? I think this can be done. Maybe even honey, if we're getting loco.
in other news, happy girl's day! I asked my sister if she ate mochi today to celebrate, and she answered, "No, all my friends are white!". Makes sense.
New Hobby #1: Baking
Okay, I'm giving this a shot. Last week, inspired by my french class, I made some pretty bad a-s-s coconut macaroons. I got sick of them pretty quickly, but they turned out good. My mom got one of her gardening magazines in the mail and I snipped the cookie recipes out and there were some clear winners. Oatmeal-raisin-chocolate cookies with flax meal: WINNER. Today's pick: chocolate-chocolate chip, another clear WINNER. The only thing is that I know these little suckers are basically butter and sugar. On The Biggest Loser it was all about eating well (Tuesday night, chelloooo) so I've been inspired. I'm going to pick up some whole wheat flour and some applesauce. Mama always said that applesauce can be used instead of oil when you're baking, and trust me, it works like a charm. I haven't tried it so much with cookies, but I guess now's the time to experiment. Chocolate-chocolate chip with bittersweet chocolate, whole wheat pastry flour and applesauce? I think this can be done. Maybe even honey, if we're getting loco.
in other news, happy girl's day! I asked my sister if she ate mochi today to celebrate, and she answered, "No, all my friends are white!". Makes sense.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Unemployment
So I've been "job hunting" for the past two months. This means LOTS OF FREE TIME, due to the following factors:
a. No friends
b. Hilo
c. Laziness
While I do go to the gym a lot and surf a reasonable amount, MOST of my time is spent doing the following:
a. Trolling facebook
b. Catching up on new TV shows. I know the entire line-up for the week, no joke. Observe: Monday: The City + I Love Money, Tuesday: The Biggest Loser, Wednesday: Top Chef + the "Real" World, Thursday: Grey's Anatomy + The Office, Friday: by then I don't know, I've overdosed on so much TV I just sit around watching re-runs of the shows I've already seen. Oh, and Sunday: America's Next Top Model ALL DAY on Oxygen. I've NEVER been like this before, the closest I got was when Jess and I would watch The Hills in Nuuanu.
c. Reading blogs
d. Reading about now-dead figures from history
e. The daily Skype-chat and a once-weekly talk with Jess.
f. Putting "Faces in Hole"s. See a.
g. lolcats
Isn't that SAD? It's like I always used to bitch about not having free time when I was busy teaching, and now I'm totally off the hook and completely stir-crazy. There are some things, I would like to do, including (but not limited to):
a. Baking. I did make some off the hook oatmeal cookies yesterday, even my sister said they were good.
b. Surfing more.
c. Doing that photo project that Mom asked me to do months ago.
d. Studying for GREs.
oh, yeah and
e. FIND A JOB
I got sick this last week after a killer gym workout (I'm not sure the gym did that to me, but I did almost fall out of bed the next day when I tested my legs). It was like "Oh, hey! I'm sick! That's something to do!" although now I'm over it and I'd like to get back to the world of the living. Maybe tomorrow?
So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I need something to do to keep those waves of depression at bay. Rejection just feels so personal! Maybe blogging is the answer. I regularly say things that make myself laugh, so maybe I could type those things and make other people laugh. I know Jessica is probably going to have a lot of free time in two months, so at least this will be something for her to read. Ha!
More to come, I'm pretty sure. There are some gems coming out of this one, definitely.
a. No friends
b. Hilo
c. Laziness
While I do go to the gym a lot and surf a reasonable amount, MOST of my time is spent doing the following:
a. Trolling facebook
b. Catching up on new TV shows. I know the entire line-up for the week, no joke. Observe: Monday: The City + I Love Money, Tuesday: The Biggest Loser, Wednesday: Top Chef + the "Real" World, Thursday: Grey's Anatomy + The Office, Friday: by then I don't know, I've overdosed on so much TV I just sit around watching re-runs of the shows I've already seen. Oh, and Sunday: America's Next Top Model ALL DAY on Oxygen. I've NEVER been like this before, the closest I got was when Jess and I would watch The Hills in Nuuanu.
c. Reading blogs
d. Reading about now-dead figures from history
e. The daily Skype-chat and a once-weekly talk with Jess.
f. Putting "Faces in Hole"s. See a.
g. lolcats
Isn't that SAD? It's like I always used to bitch about not having free time when I was busy teaching, and now I'm totally off the hook and completely stir-crazy. There are some things, I would like to do, including (but not limited to):
a. Baking. I did make some off the hook oatmeal cookies yesterday, even my sister said they were good.
b. Surfing more.
c. Doing that photo project that Mom asked me to do months ago.
d. Studying for GREs.
oh, yeah and
e. FIND A JOB
I got sick this last week after a killer gym workout (I'm not sure the gym did that to me, but I did almost fall out of bed the next day when I tested my legs). It was like "Oh, hey! I'm sick! That's something to do!" although now I'm over it and I'd like to get back to the world of the living. Maybe tomorrow?
So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I need something to do to keep those waves of depression at bay. Rejection just feels so personal! Maybe blogging is the answer. I regularly say things that make myself laugh, so maybe I could type those things and make other people laugh. I know Jessica is probably going to have a lot of free time in two months, so at least this will be something for her to read. Ha!
More to come, I'm pretty sure. There are some gems coming out of this one, definitely.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Two Futures
I remember cielito lindo, San Martin and the dunes with the rain.
It's like I'm a siamese twin, my spine curving into a question mark: four legs and four eyes, two hearts and one singular spine. Sometimes I'm a child, I'm solemn or I love to dance, talk and talk and talk. Four arms to hold you, two mouths to whisper when you're blue and a twisting spine to trace with fingertips. Sometimes you love me and sometimes you don't, but I'm not sure which one most of the time.
Both of those twin hearts belong to you, but you've hidden them away beneath the layers of your skin. Those layers of geography and memory, the distance I can't span to the cold mountains that I've always been a little afraid of.
Now these limbs are trying to span these oceans that separate us. If I sang a song of pink and gold sunsets would you remember? If I was better, if I was stronger, would that melt the December frost that crept inside? If I slipped something wrapped in paper and ribbon into your pocket, would you think of me? These hands can't reach that far if you won't meet me.
For now my legs stand on the shoreline, waves lapping at my four feet. I keep one ear pressed to the sand listening for your footsteps on the tail of a January breeze, I keep two eyes looking for the city across the Bay. Will you come back, will you come back?
It's like I'm a siamese twin, my spine curving into a question mark: four legs and four eyes, two hearts and one singular spine. Sometimes I'm a child, I'm solemn or I love to dance, talk and talk and talk. Four arms to hold you, two mouths to whisper when you're blue and a twisting spine to trace with fingertips. Sometimes you love me and sometimes you don't, but I'm not sure which one most of the time.
Both of those twin hearts belong to you, but you've hidden them away beneath the layers of your skin. Those layers of geography and memory, the distance I can't span to the cold mountains that I've always been a little afraid of.
Now these limbs are trying to span these oceans that separate us. If I sang a song of pink and gold sunsets would you remember? If I was better, if I was stronger, would that melt the December frost that crept inside? If I slipped something wrapped in paper and ribbon into your pocket, would you think of me? These hands can't reach that far if you won't meet me.
For now my legs stand on the shoreline, waves lapping at my four feet. I keep one ear pressed to the sand listening for your footsteps on the tail of a January breeze, I keep two eyes looking for the city across the Bay. Will you come back, will you come back?
Saturday, November 15, 2008
act 1
(Okay, Jessica, I hope you're happy since you're probably going to be one of the only ones ever to read this!)
It's funny how things turn out.
I remember once when I was in school, I must have been in middle school or around there, I had this sudden thought of how awful it would be to be a teacher. I completely removed myself from the moment and thought about it, logically, and how terrible and thankless it would be. I remember thinking, well, that's okay, since no one is ever going to MAKE you be a teacher. I'll never have to if I don't want to.
And look at me now! Ha!
It's really not as bad as my sixth-grade self imagined. I'd rather not imagine most of the things they think about me, but I try to spend most of the day laughing instead of yelling. It's strange when I realize that I've been doing this for a year. Where has the time gone? It's already winter, and I can hardly remember summer. I know I've gotten better at my job, and now I'm leaving it behind. But I'd hate to think that I'm one of those people that would settle for something just because it's easier.
I really don't know what to write aside from that. It's going to be slow at first, but don't worry, I'll get back into the hang of things.
It's funny how things turn out.
I remember once when I was in school, I must have been in middle school or around there, I had this sudden thought of how awful it would be to be a teacher. I completely removed myself from the moment and thought about it, logically, and how terrible and thankless it would be. I remember thinking, well, that's okay, since no one is ever going to MAKE you be a teacher. I'll never have to if I don't want to.
And look at me now! Ha!
It's really not as bad as my sixth-grade self imagined. I'd rather not imagine most of the things they think about me, but I try to spend most of the day laughing instead of yelling. It's strange when I realize that I've been doing this for a year. Where has the time gone? It's already winter, and I can hardly remember summer. I know I've gotten better at my job, and now I'm leaving it behind. But I'd hate to think that I'm one of those people that would settle for something just because it's easier.
I really don't know what to write aside from that. It's going to be slow at first, but don't worry, I'll get back into the hang of things.
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