Sometimes (apparently) to move forward you have to take a gigantic leap backwards. Paula Abdul and a dancing alley-cat spring to mind. Out of context though. Sleeping on the floor just isn't as glamourous or adventurous as you'd imagine it to be. I keep wringing my hands muttering little positive mantras to myself so I can carry on. Even though it's tantrum time approximately 44 times a day.
I had what I thought was a very positive job interview that has led nowhere and other than the charity that I have received from the Canadian version of Starbucks, I am yet to be fabulously employed. By fabulously employed I obviously mean "be earning enough money to not feel guilty about spending money on food when I need to be buying a bus ticket tomorrow".
I'm trying my darnedest to convince someone to employ me in their marketing department. Namely any of the 50 videogame companies in Vancouver. All fingers and toes are crossed as this desperate lifestyle sure doesn't agree with this little black duck.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The Gypsy Comes Full Circle
And so the Full Moon heralds in the new "plan" which is actually the recycled old "plan". One 8 hour bus trip from interior BC to the coast later, and I'm in Vancouver yet again. But apparently for good this time around. So far no hyperventilating about being trapped - touch wood.
Where I've been, what I've done for 6 months ... it all seems to have too much white space and white noise when I try to recap. Patchy dialogue, failed attempts at contentment, 60 minutes of general anesthetic, 700 wakarimasen's, dwelling displacements, tears and tantrums. But it can't have been all bad, surely. *ponders*
Anyways, in 6 days I turn 25. That old chestnut of halfway to 50. I've been having these odd flashes of my two former lives that I'm assuming I'm supposed to reflect on as my early 20's are about to enter their final act. The 20-year-old uni student and the 23-year-old nine to fiver are both trying to tell me something but I just don't quite know what. Yet.
Where I've been, what I've done for 6 months ... it all seems to have too much white space and white noise when I try to recap. Patchy dialogue, failed attempts at contentment, 60 minutes of general anesthetic, 700 wakarimasen's, dwelling displacements, tears and tantrums. But it can't have been all bad, surely. *ponders*
Anyways, in 6 days I turn 25. That old chestnut of halfway to 50. I've been having these odd flashes of my two former lives that I'm assuming I'm supposed to reflect on as my early 20's are about to enter their final act. The 20-year-old uni student and the 23-year-old nine to fiver are both trying to tell me something but I just don't quite know what. Yet.
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