I sometimes wonder what my life is going to be like when I have a real job. Will straightening my hair and then straightening the shirt I'm wearing still be allowed as ironing? Ironically, while I have no "time" to iron, I do have time to chase the cat around the house and lecture it about how rude it is to steal someone's barbque chicken leg off their plate. (Although Spanish cats have no idea that barbeque sauce is a rare comodity here, this cat is super bitch.) Point being, my life probably isn't too strenuous right now. I am busy, but there's always time to chastize cats and accidentally lose a cork and then finish the bottle. And thennnn blog!
(If you didn't notice already, I also could have combined "ironing" and the following word "ironically" to be more time efficient but I decided to take the time to write both out. Realistically no one would understand me if I were to write in true Camillism. Hardly anyone speaks it these days.)
I am accepting any ideas that you may have about what I should do next year. I opened a fortune cookie the other day and it told me I was going to blossom in my social life. Maybe a girl in China accidentally got the cookie I was supposed to get. Something about finally getting to work rather than socializing. I swear fortune cookies just don't get me anymore. (Now that my dad doesn't read them aloud to me. "You're good friend Hailey will go to Big Splash with you tomorrow and you will thank your parents by being calm on the ride to and from Tulsa.")
Other news.... hm..... I recently had a cooking failure. Turns out ground beef is a crucial ingredient to your typical stuffed eggplant recipe. Since I didn't have this and had a feeling it was pretty important, I started getting wild with the creativity. I threw in all kinds of things, ginger, garlic, tomato sauce, chorizo. I was for sure that as unhealthy as I had made these babies they had to turn out good. Wrong. They were horrendous and I'm pretty sure the eggplant was offended I stuffed it with such garbage. So I had milk and cookies and contempled the ratio of calories burned at spin class to eating lots of mediocre weird food. I think I lose.
"When do you win? When you spin!" (And not gorge yourself on trashfood). That's my mantra for this year.
And that is that. I think I have nothing more to say right now.
Song writer. Yeah, blogger and song writer. I think it would make a great combination. Maybe try a blues tune with the "catch" lyric about those fortune cookies that just don't get you any more.
ReplyDeleteI did write a spanglish song the other day with a friend. First line was, "Its gonna rain por la noche." I think we have quite a large target market.
ReplyDeleteThe perfect job for you is to be the co-ordinator of a study abroad program for a university or an organization. You helped me by introducing me to a lot of people and gave me some contacts for private classes, so I can see you helping students who are figuring out all the details of living in another country. Plus, you could go live in all the cool places of the program!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh real commentors?! I just cant get over it. Thanks Maureen and Dad! Both seem like great career options... I never even considered study abroad coordinator. And dad, I thought song writers have to be able to write music? If this is not true, then hell where do I sign up?
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