Oh, so hopeful

I love broken English comments from strangers on my livejournal. I finally decided to reply in my own broken english. Taken straight from a first year writing paper.

See December 29th 2006 entry.

I woke up sleepwalking last night. For some reason, the jet pack on my back stopped functioning as soon as I fell off my bed.

I have a crush. On an American. How depressing. Anyway, he's leaving very soon, so I may not even get the chance to do something worth explaining. I'm so predictable, I should write a book, under a pseudonym, of course.

We have not been getting along.  So far, I have battled with a giant spider and a gecko for shower space, I have been dive-bombed by magpies and lorikeets, and most recently been shat upon by what I can only assume was a very healthy cockatoo, based on sheer volume.  All thanks for having saved a beetle from the pool, a tree frog from clinging dust bunnies, and an entire household from a giant sack of rotten potatoes.  Have I mentioned I ride my bike and turn off lights behind me?  Dear Madam Nature, a little thanks is in order.

He used the word "fuck" as every part of speech when describing his printer.

He apologized for wearing long pants and shoes when he met me. “I don’t usually look like this.”

I just bumped into the cook from my field program last summer. He asked if me and what's his name are still together. I didn't know if he was talking about Deane or Chris, so I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

Also, there is a lady who works down the hall from me and she has Angelina Jolie's exact same dragon tattoo on her shoulder. How gay.

eh, so I've decided to give my notice on January 12th to my work. Just so happens to be the same day sweet Alyssum comes to visit. Sure hope they don't just tell me to piss of right then and there, but I guess I'd be ok $$ wise if they did. I've put way too much though into this whole thing and I hope I haven't over-analyzed, which I enjoy doing.

I think I've finally rediscovered my creative outlet. I got a used Nikon D100 for Christmas/bday and I've been taking pictures like mad and also sprucing up older pictures I've taken over the last few years. I'm just out having fun, but if you like you can see some of my personal favorites at photobucket, username fourseas.

I'm thinking of starting a new journal. Something pg-13 rated for the fam so I don't have to do the stinking mass emails. Something a bit less personal than those pesky IM conversations that always seem to get me into trouble. It's pretty much just going to be Australia and school related, which could be interesting or terribly boring, depending on who you are in relation to me. I'll post the new name once I set it up and start updating it. Friending me will be compulsory for some of you. I'll probably update this journal occasionally too. i guess check here to find the occasional unrated version. 51 days.

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I went to the bank the other day to open a savings account and it appears as if someone else has been using my identity to do the same. They were caught in 2003, but no one bothered to let me in on it. Now my name is attached to "unresolved fraudulent activities" and no bank in the country will allow me to open an account of any kind until the mess is cleared. Don't think this is a lecture to get your annual credit report, because I did and it tells me nothing except that I owe that sweetheart sallie mae more money than I expect to make in a year.

On the other hand, Australia's beginning to look good for February. The hardest part, which was the money thing, has been secured. Now all they have to do is let me in. I'm pretty sure I haven't let anyone in on the details of the latest scheme, so here it is:
earth sciences at James Cook University doesn't offer the graduate certificate program for people who want to do research, but have no experience, like me. Instead, they let students with BS degrees do honors similar to Wellesley's, but instead of it being one class per semester, it's full time research for an entire year. They've told me they're going to accept my BA as equivalent to a BS, and at the end of the year (about this time next year) I can submit my application to begin a PhD. There's really no American equivalent, but I figure if I get sick of tropical beaches, corals, and an average yearly temperature of 82 degrees, I can always come back with some serious research under my belt to add to any graduate application I'd want to submit (perhaps to Scripps Institute of Oceanography...)

Work sucked this week. Spent 40+ hours smelling soil for diesel. Makes pissing off so much easier to think about.