The guy who bought my car met with me on Saturday so I could give him the title. We drove to the DMV (BMV) and he asked me about what I was doing in Nevada. I said an archaeology job. He asked how long I was staying. I said until the end of August, since I plan on going back to school in the fall. He said; "Good. Go to school and get a career. Don't get married. You get married and you'll have kids and forget about your dreams." Well, I'm not planning on getting married any time soon thank you very much. I am going to have a career. Unfortunately, I just found out today that my references for Leicester were never sent any information regarding what to send to the university for my application to graduate school. And seeing as there were only a few spots open a couple weeks ago, my chances of getting in are slowly dwindling down to 0. Which made me think, what am I going to do if I don't get into Leicester? And I came up with, travel the world :) By the end of my job, I'll have enough savings to pay for a semester of grad school... or a trip to wherever I want on earth. Maybe I'll start in England to be with Reshanne, then move on to the the rest of Europe, then Asia, then Africa, then Australia. Maybe I'll just keep moving until I run out of money, then buy the last plane ticket back home. Then I'll have no money and no career... but at least I haven't wasted my life.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Meet The Moon
So I sold my dead car for $500! haha! And with that money I bought The Moon. My new scooter. Kevin named it after I read him the first page of the manual, which goes something like this: "When driving, please you keep the relaxing Moon and wear comfortable clothes, obey the traffic rule and prohibit making The Moon impatient." So Kevin named my scooter The Moon because apparently, according to the manual, that's its name. And you can't make it mad. Actually, I love riding my little scooter. It gives me such a feeling of freedom because there are no doors or windows or seat belts! It was a little scary at first to ride, and I was a bit wobbly, but I got the hang of it and now I love to cruise down the highway singing to myself... which no one can hear because the wind carries it all away!
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What a poetic owner's manual.
ReplyDeleteAnd hey! It's your fault for not being on top of those references! And also-- you WILL get into Leicester!
And also also-- you can't just pay for one semester in England!
And also also also-- you could do shovelbum-esque jobs all over the world, that way you can travel to a different country every few months. EVERY country does excavations, and MAYBE you can go ahead and use your Arabic skills for the purpose you intended them to have! STILL think it would be awesome if you went into the heart of Mesopotamia and found a stone tiger or a jade inscription or a spaceship or something.
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