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I don`t even know why I am writing here.
I`m tired. Tomo doesn`t really get the whole "aspiring writer" gimmick that has been in the background of my mindscape since I was about 8 years old. He just doesn`t understand it. So when I have a great idea and start trying to jot it down before I lose the stream of consciousness, he asks me to help him with dinner preparation and I`m actually happy that he`s cooking but...come on...If I ask him to help when he`s playing video games he ignores me til he gets to a saving point, but my silly writing thing can just wait I guess.
I have a few days off coming up in a few weeks, so I guess I`ll try my hand at making some novel stuff happen at that time.
Today I have to go to the bank/postoffice to get my "passbook" which is really an ancient version of an ATM card, but its what I have to have a copy of for my reimbursement.
And now thanks to all of that and my $120 "water bill" I have to postpone buying my plane ticket to come home for another month.
Money is frustrating me, so I am going to go think about something else now.
In other news, I`ve been reading Brave New World, as it was left to me by one of my American friends before he returned to the states. I`m actually really liking it--just reading more articulate language alone is making me happier. I admit though its hard to understand written British rhymes when you haven`t been in the habit of remembering the Britishness of the whole affair. I actually had to read the poem alloud with a mock-British accent to see how it rhymed.
I can`t help that the default accents in my mind are limited to American and Southern.
Anyway, I know its a weird choice for randomized reading, but the only Oscar Wilde they have at the English bookstores in this area is The Picture of Dorian Gray, which I loved reading back in college but since I still have a copy of it back in Texas, I refuse to buy a new one.
I`m tired. Tomo doesn`t really get the whole "aspiring writer" gimmick that has been in the background of my mindscape since I was about 8 years old. He just doesn`t understand it. So when I have a great idea and start trying to jot it down before I lose the stream of consciousness, he asks me to help him with dinner preparation and I`m actually happy that he`s cooking but...come on...If I ask him to help when he`s playing video games he ignores me til he gets to a saving point, but my silly writing thing can just wait I guess.
I have a few days off coming up in a few weeks, so I guess I`ll try my hand at making some novel stuff happen at that time.
Today I have to go to the bank/postoffice to get my "passbook" which is really an ancient version of an ATM card, but its what I have to have a copy of for my reimbursement.
And now thanks to all of that and my $120 "water bill" I have to postpone buying my plane ticket to come home for another month.
Money is frustrating me, so I am going to go think about something else now.
In other news, I`ve been reading Brave New World, as it was left to me by one of my American friends before he returned to the states. I`m actually really liking it--just reading more articulate language alone is making me happier. I admit though its hard to understand written British rhymes when you haven`t been in the habit of remembering the Britishness of the whole affair. I actually had to read the poem alloud with a mock-British accent to see how it rhymed.
I can`t help that the default accents in my mind are limited to American and Southern.
Anyway, I know its a weird choice for randomized reading, but the only Oscar Wilde they have at the English bookstores in this area is The Picture of Dorian Gray, which I loved reading back in college but since I still have a copy of it back in Texas, I refuse to buy a new one.