i just had a pizza and salad, i'm stuffed and lazy on my bed and i feel like garfield. i've skipped a lot of my classes lately and my whole studies are passing by right now without really touching me much, neither mentally nor emotionally. i barely meet the old people i used to meet there. i continue attending a spanish course, which is pretty fun although it's getting difficult... then, there's christmas, which already makes me sick, and i can't think of some nice gifts, and for my bf's birthday i decided it should do some flowers and a self-baked cake (if i can ever manage that) maybe or some rum.
a couple weeks ago, i sent off the application for eight months working in england. there's still an interview to come next year. part of me hopes to get an employment, of course, but part of me kind of hopes not to get the job. hmmm this is sick... i'm not totally positive about doing it; england and the people and my accommodation and being gone for so long and what i miss in my studies... sound like a chicken. but serious, don't know if this job is worth it. still think about the USA for a few months during my holidays. whatever....
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