I'm out!
Every day is a struggle. Up at noon, dressed by 3:00 . . . maybe. Some leftover barbecue, jaunts on the internet, flip on the tele, maybe wrestle with Jimmy, then something is a-bubblin' behind my back. Yes, bottle is ready to go.
And now I have to go to Hawaii — say it ain't so!
That's right, suckers. After two full weeks of gainful unemployment, my graduation present from my parents is an all-expense paid trip to Honolulu. Well, actually they just bought paid airfare. And I'll be staying for free with my cousin, who's in the Navy. But really, as the sagacious Wayne Campbell once said, "How about Hawaii . . . mookalokakiki come on you wanna lay me . . pass the joint ahoima . . mahola."
Yes, how about Hawaii? With a five-day guided tour no less. Waterfalls and dives. Sand dunes and skankies. Beaches and . . . okay, I'll stop. Wouldn't want to further upset my readers in less-temperate and/or cicada-infested climates.
This last week has been filled with nuisances, which explains the lack of posts. I'm finally back on my comfortable old desktop (computers are a lot like cars — we all get very used to the particular tricks and defects of our own). I finally got a couple more job applications in. I've now applied for about four jobs: the video game writer (no response), two technical writing jobs (hey, it'll pay the bills), and that freelance work (please, God, please let it come through). I also sent a pathetic, groveling — yet highly professional — letter to the editor of Texas Monthly asking him for a job.
All right, I better hit the sack. Gotta get up early tomorrow, do laundry, and run a few final errands. Then it's off to Houston, dinner with my old friend Malati, and a crack-of-down liftoff Thursday morning.
Every day is a struggle. Up at noon, dressed by 3:00 . . . maybe. Some leftover barbecue, jaunts on the internet, flip on the tele, maybe wrestle with Jimmy, then something is a-bubblin' behind my back. Yes, bottle is ready to go.
And now I have to go to Hawaii — say it ain't so!
That's right, suckers. After two full weeks of gainful unemployment, my graduation present from my parents is an all-expense paid trip to Honolulu. Well, actually they just bought paid airfare. And I'll be staying for free with my cousin, who's in the Navy. But really, as the sagacious Wayne Campbell once said, "How about Hawaii . . . mookalokakiki come on you wanna lay me . . pass the joint ahoima . . mahola."
Yes, how about Hawaii? With a five-day guided tour no less. Waterfalls and dives. Sand dunes and skankies. Beaches and . . . okay, I'll stop. Wouldn't want to further upset my readers in less-temperate and/or cicada-infested climates.
This last week has been filled with nuisances, which explains the lack of posts. I'm finally back on my comfortable old desktop (computers are a lot like cars — we all get very used to the particular tricks and defects of our own). I finally got a couple more job applications in. I've now applied for about four jobs: the video game writer (no response), two technical writing jobs (hey, it'll pay the bills), and that freelance work (please, God, please let it come through). I also sent a pathetic, groveling — yet highly professional — letter to the editor of Texas Monthly asking him for a job.
All right, I better hit the sack. Gotta get up early tomorrow, do laundry, and run a few final errands. Then it's off to Houston, dinner with my old friend Malati, and a crack-of-down liftoff Thursday morning.
posted by Matt at 12:52 AM
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