Thursday, October 30, 2003

plod plod plod
still teaching taekwondo, still being mad in a scientific way. have now started cashiering on weekends at my rents' club, from 11-5am. good money, bad for my sleep habits and social life. altho' i think i like to use it as an excuse to not have one.

next stop: boston! i'll be there by next fall. and you?

Thursday, October 16, 2003

will it work?
apple launched its itunes for windows today. would you pay 99cents per song? i suppose i would if it meant keeping those evil record execs off my ass, litigiously speaking.

Monday, October 13, 2003

unrelated
BROKEN HEART MAY CAUSE AS MUCH DISTRESS IN BRAIN AS PHYSICAL INJURY, STUDY SAYS
from Associated Press

WASHINGTON (AP) -- A rejected lover's broken heart may cause as much distress in a pain center of the brain as an actual physical injury,
according to new research.

California researchers have found a physiological basis for social pain by monitoring the brains of people who thought they had been maliciously excluded from a computer game by other players.

Naomi I. Eisenberger, a scientist at the University of California, Los
Angeles and the first author of the study published Friday in the journal Science, said the study suggests that the need for social inclusiveness is a deep-seated part of what it means to be human.

not that this is related to my travels, but it's an interesting thought, so to speak. who hasn't experienced rejection or emotions that cut to your core, as if you were physically hit.

still have no idea what i'm doing with my life. i feel like it'd take a lot of courage to up and go to new zealand or anywhere else for that matter, but i think it would take even more courage to stay and find a real job.

Monday, October 06, 2003

sick again
i have had two colds in two weeks. it's all those dirty, germy little kids i hang out with all the time.

Thursday, September 25, 2003

failed red dot specialist
i quit my job at target. well, not really. i just haven't show up in two days. working 6-2 at target and then 3-8:30 at my other job was killing me. something had to give, and it was target. not only was the work pointless (moving and rearranging shelves, with no apparent reason or pattern) but my coworkers were so...slow! (uh-oh, here i go again badmouthing people...) besides, i found another job (or two) and four jobs at once would have been S-I-L-L-Y!

Thursday, September 18, 2003

whoosh
the sound hurricane/tropical storm isabel is making outside my window...
...and the sound my brain makes when scanning barcodes all day long.

Friday, September 12, 2003

red polo hell
monday: orientation at target. my life in retail begins. what do i do when i run into an old acquaintance/classmate? say: i'm doing research for a book. life at just above minimum wage.

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

mental powers
about half an hour ago, while i was taking a wee, i mentally made myself accept that i had to take this job search seriously. no more applying for jobs like being a cashier at target. the reason? i had just found this job opening that's relatively perfect. exactly one of the 14,000 things i want to do. unfortunately, the job is in boston, but that's a city i'm totally open to living in.

what does this mean and why am i posting this here? because it's the start of my acceptance of the fact that i may not go back to new zealand. despite all the grief and misery and carnage i have wreaked in that country, i loved it there (most of the time) and it was great and most importantly, it's better than living here (here being with my parents and in new jersey and the united states) in so many ways.

but maybe with all this money i'm going to save (as soon as i get my first paycheck), i'll just have a really nice vacation down under instead.



Sunday, August 24, 2003

homecoming
i'm home, living with my parents in new jersey. god that sounds so pathetic. but the idea is to save money so i can get the rock out, and this is the best place to do it. grin and bear it, baby.

my tentative plan is to return to new zealand, hopefully by the new year. but recent and not-so-recent events have helped me realize that my original expectations for my return were unrealistic and probably unhealthy. if i go back, i can't have what i had. not only because, well, i can't, but because it'd be living in the past and it's not really me in a way. so if i do go back, it's going to be different, but it will still be great.

for the time being, then, i will look for employment, temporary or full-time. i will exercise, train, live, have fun, and start my novel of the great american variety.

oh, and as for the road trip, it was fun but long and arduous. but i have now been to 49 of the 50 united states. maine, here i come. the national parks (yellowstone, petrified forest, arches, etc.) were amazing. visiting friends was great fun. dancing with gay latino men was cool, too, except for how badly my back hurt the next day. graceland was the absolute highlight, however. and for the time being, i'm enjoying being alone and stationary.

Friday, August 01, 2003

have made it to the west coast of the united states, after what seems like an endless amount of days on the road, but was just nine. i really dig seattle. got to catch up with an old friend, who i met when she was 18 and now she's all grown up and shit. got to go out last night, too, and i am really digging this city. for a few minutes this morning started looking for jobs and am feeling very very lost and misguided about my life, but the astrologer said this was ok. so do i take it to heart? i don't know. there are so many different conflicting voices in me. what to do ... well, for now it's time for an oil change (5,000 miles already!) and off to SoCal. yeay!