First job in England

Next week, I'll be entering license plate numbers into Excel for approx $11 an hour. Can you tell Suzer's coming up on broke?

I'm a crap cook

I've decided I'm a crap cook. I must officially stop trying to cook bacon; I am a bacon disaster.

What you can get done in avoidance

I have one more essay to complete before moving on to my dissertation. Today was my day to begin. After completing a brief outline and realizing I didn't want to plunge in, I got other things done:

-worked on my CV and cover letter
-wrote a letter to Teva to send in with my busted sandals, which shouldn't have busted so soon
-went grocery shopping
-drafted a letter to send in to all who it might be relevant to, after completing my course, of 'concerns' i have about issues i feel they need to do something about
-wrote another story for that cookbook i mentioned some time back
-watched a movie and listened to music while having a beer break;)

Never envy...

highly organized people. We lose things too. And sometimes that’s the reason for our anal sense of organization. I sometimes hide files on my computer out of common site (in the off chance my imaginary roommate chooses to use my laptop without my permission). Well, I just went to look for a story I had written a few months back. It was a short story and recipe submission for a cookbook. It is nowhere to be found. If the book gets published, and my story in it, I’ll have it back. If not, it is forever lost in my memory.

Why America is a superior country;)

Facing the thought of coming back to jolly old england and a dorm room... There are definitely some things to look forward to, but you know what, America ain't so bad and I would choose it in a second over the UK these days. Everything costs less (well, other than heathcare, but at least you don't have to die waiting for procedures), the food is miles better, infrastructure rocks (really missed driving) and the houses are way bigger (the mcmansions, as my mom would call them, are ridiculous, but i'd take my mom's over a typical english house anyday). I can complain about things without being labeled an american, which is nice too;) Now, to get my redneck neighbor to take down the tattered american flag on the front of his house. What a disgrace! I mean, come on, some things are sacred...

Welcome to the good 'ole US of A

The good 'ole USA where:

-people can't queue worth their lives, so it takes three times as long to board an airplane
-they lose your luggage than act as though you're bothering them when you ask them to look for it instead of just filling out a claim form

Ok, enough of the ranting. I got to sleep in my own bed last night, ahhhh. Mom killed the fatted calf and made steak, mash, spinach, guacamole and cheescake topped with cheeries. My kitty acted as though I never left and rolled all over my clothes when I unpacked, then took a sleep on my suitcase.

Pics from Paris