Hmm...where to begin.
Job hunting is long.
I bought Memoirs of a Geisha in Spanish in Roanoke, when I was visiting Cynthia. That was cool. I've been reading it, and thinking to myself something along the following lines: This chick started off living in a hut and became the most desired woman in all of Japan. Except she also had a lot of misery and drama in her life. Isn't it better to just hang out and not be consistently misery/drama-ful? Can anyone just hang out and live their life when they feel like they are expected to do more? What does hanging out and living life imply? What, therefore, is more? Will I be completely gray by the time I'm thirty-five?
Ah, the questions of a person with too much time on their hands.
That being said, I've continued writing, and submitted materials to both magazines and agents. Someday, I'm going to be a writer. Heaven help those who stand in my way. According to my projections, this may in some ways disrupt some of my other dreams/desires in life. Fortunately, they can wait. I've only used up a quarter of my allotted span, after all. (This is of course a vague projection. I have no idea of how much time I am truly left on earth.) Therefore, I have three more full quarters to become a writer. Considering all that I've accomplished this far in, I find that rather reassuring.
See, my life is sort of eventful.
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