I'm feelingmore unmotivated than usual. I'm having attention span problems like never before. Luckily I only have two more weeks of school, or I'd be looking at some serious problems. My main frustration right now is that I can't seem to concentrate on anything for more than 5 minutes. I have to swend off my resume, write a cover letter, and find some clips of my writing, as well as finish the paper that was due yesterday. Technically it's done, but I coudln't bear to send it in.
I suppose the fact that I still haven't sent in my resume after inquiring about the job a week ago doesn't reflect well on me. Well, neither does my resume or body of work. As long as everything's consistent, then swell.
I'm very anxious for Rodzilla to return to this side of the Atlantic. She got word that the school she interviewed at here really like her. The people, that is, not the actual building. Although I can't say that for certain. But apparently the administrators were impressed. So i'm excited about that. The school is in the East Village, near the 2nd Ave stop on the F train, which is one stop before my NYU stop. The problem with the job is that it's basically a volunteer job. She gets free room and board, but they'll pay her about 200 bucks a month. They'll also pay off like 9000 dollars of her student loans. So I guess when you calculate that value, it's pretty good. I mean, she'll be living in the top floor of the school, but have her own room. So that alone, in the East Village, no matter what you'd be paying probably a minimum of $800 a month. Plus the 200 a month, plus the 9000 loan money, plus other incidentals, and it probably comes out to about $25,000. Which I suppose is still not so hot. But respectable I guess.
I'm still trying to find a way to get to France after classes end. Well, I know a way to France: a plane. But I can't really afford it. My parents are going at the end of the month, but are reluctant to take me with them. Still, it'd be nice to go. But I'm not holding my breath.
Right now, as I type, I'm holding my breath. For some reason, it makes typing a little harder. I'm too distracted to think about typing. Ok, can't do it. My lung capacity isn't what it used to be. When I was in college, or high school, whenever I'd get bored in class I'd just see how long I could hold my breath. It made the time pass quicker. Sometimes I'd go a good minute and a half. So if I did that a few times, with recovery time between tries being about a minute, before you knew it, class was over. Occasionally someone would notice me gasping and give me a funny look, but I'd just get up and punch them in the neck, and they'd shut the hell up, and I'd go back to holding my breath, all the while staring at the poor bastard who dared look at me!
A few very funny items in the Onion today. The lead article, "South Postpones Rising Again for Yet Another Year," was particularly funny, as was the article "Did Six Million Really Visit the Holocaust Museum?" In the "South" article, I was very amused by the pictures, as well as the line :
"The way things stand, things in the Deep South almost have to get better. Otherwise, the people who live there will devolve into preverbal, overall-wearing sub-morons within a century," said Professor Dennis Lassiter of Princeton University. "Either Southerners will start improving themselves, or they'll be sold to middle-class Asians as pets."
and
"My constituents are decent, hard-working folk," said Sen. Jesse Helms (R-NC), despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, in his 22nd annual "Next Year, By God!" speech on the steps of North Carolina's capitol building. "We are a proud people who mayn't have all that much fancy-pants book-learnin', but we live and die with pride in our proud heritage and the dignity of our forebears."They really, really crack me up.
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It's almost quitting time. 3:33 pm. I had lunch with Jimmy. Stopped by other music and picked up the new Mary Timony cd. Haven't listened to it yet. Made an expensive call to Rodzilla with the calling card I'd bought at the airport. Talked to he for about 3 minutes. Wasn't worth the money. Now I'm just kind of annoyed. No, the more I think about it, the more pissed off I am. Which is ironic, because when she first picked up the phone, she thought I was angry for some reason. Which I wasn't. Now I am. And I have a horrible tendency to stew over these things. I hate that.