Friday, December 05, 2003
high and on the inside.
well, i did it. i quit my scene study class. i went one last time, and i just couldn't keep still and my bullshit meter went off five times and it was way, way too long even though there wasn't much work to show because the man, while brilliant, talked for forty minutes at a stretch after any small thing was accomplished. he's a dear man, and he's right about all the stuff he's saying, at least the part of it i can comprehend a purpose for. but $260 a month could pay for a weekly shrink and perhaps a thai yoga massage every once in a while. i can't conscience it, even though for some reason i feel guilty for quitting, as if i'm disappointing someone.
and the job interview was similarly not stellar. half as much money as seattle to do something less interesting. god. not that i know what i'll do instead; less-awful options aren't exactly leaving notes on my pillow. something will come up. before, erp, my unemployment runs out.
which is all to say, of course, that it's snowing like all grab-ass out there. i walked around in it, it was wet and nasty, but lovely all the same. there's a snowfight going on outside my window. someone just said, "danielle, your butt is white.
and the job interview was similarly not stellar. half as much money as seattle to do something less interesting. god. not that i know what i'll do instead; less-awful options aren't exactly leaving notes on my pillow. something will come up. before, erp, my unemployment runs out.
which is all to say, of course, that it's snowing like all grab-ass out there. i walked around in it, it was wet and nasty, but lovely all the same. there's a snowfight going on outside my window. someone just said, "danielle, your butt is white.
