Sunday

more food, still not home

ok, so in the last couple days i've had Chinese food, Japanese food, Italian food, and Vietnamese food for dinners, and Souplantation or Cocos for lunch. wow. life is WAY good. and my pants still fit. mostly. souplantation has got to be pretty similar to heaven. unlimited goodness, but lowfat.

i'm actually leaving homewards tomorrow morning. it seemed wierd, then i realized that i've been heading homewards ever since i left budapest several weeks ago. it's going to be good to get home a day early...i'm kinda fretting about the whole job thing. it's not quite as urgent as a week ago tho, since the angels with whom i am living have found ways to pay me for little jobs to the extent that my floundering bank account is back in the black. however i am still seriously contemplating putting one of those little penny jars at the end of the grocery line (you know, like the "help billy not die from cancer" ones) that says "pennies for a new toothbrush and razor: save clara from her leg hair and halitosis". fun, fun. so yeah, some day i'm not going to be poor. actually i was thinking about that the other day. i was actually self-concious about my image. i was in a store or something and i caught myself thinking, "i hope that the lady can't tell that i can't afford to buy anything else." it was very weird, partly because i am perfectly capable of being a successful doctor or lawyer or teacher...if i were really driven to give up adventure for cash...and partly because i'm not really poor. i have a warm place to live, i am not usually hungry, i've got plenty of clothes to last me for several years. my family is decently well off, we are educated, and i can pretty much find a way to go wherever i want. so i'm not complaining...after all that. i even have my own guitar and my own camera, and a borrowed truck (although its 1500 miles away). and about 8 full boxes of books. and a papasan. ooh baby.

ps: for those of you who don't know (hi mom!), when a word looks like "papasan" does above, you can click on it and it will open a link. have fun with that.

3 Comments:

At Monday, November 15, 2004, Blogger ridley said...

Such memories I have of that papasan...
(June, 2004, Santa Paula, CA. 4am. Two girls have been moving out of a 3rd floor walk-up since 8pm.)
R: Oh dude. Oh dude no. Not even. We are NOT taking the effing papasan.
C: Waaaaahh!!
R: (deep sigh; prays for the strength to go on) Oh. I see. Ok then.

But it was worth it. Plus, it added the final touch of Okie-ness to the load on the truck.

 
At Tuesday, November 16, 2004, Blogger clara said...

Cha'!!! of course it was worth it: it's a PAISLEY papasan!!!

 
At Wednesday, November 17, 2004, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm still pretty jealous of your fricking papasan...I was sort of fixated on the (slight) possibility of my getting it, on the off chance it didn't fit in the truck. Crumbs.

--Catherine

 

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