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Everyone at UPS is an absolute moron. Hopefully this thing will show up today. I dread having to communicate with them further. The irony is delicious, however.
Meanwhile, Alla Gossar really is like the greatest song ever. I am listening to it on repeat and thinking about the herbalism course I've been toying with taking on and off for nearly a decade now. Maybe this year. In other "learning to do crap" news -- 1 year, must learn how to drive, that's the deadline. It's a career necessity, much as I loathe the idea. It's also time to start thinking about where my next Difficult Trip of Emotional Significance will take me -- eventhough it's probably a bit over a year off.
When I was a sophomore in college, I blessedly got a single after an unbelieveable clusterfuck of a freshman year that involved rape threats, an editorial about my being queer from a straight "really, I swear, I'm okay with this" roommate in the school paper and a lot of other stupidity. The first two months, I refused to use the electric lights, and remember lots of nights sitting at my Mac SE writing papers in the glow and with the light of my ever so illegal candelabra thing. The moral of this story is merely, see, I was always this type of pretentious.
Finally, my hair seems to have finally figured out its current length and is no longer irritating me, although I'll be glad when it has an extram half-inch or so.
Meanwhile, Alla Gossar really is like the greatest song ever. I am listening to it on repeat and thinking about the herbalism course I've been toying with taking on and off for nearly a decade now. Maybe this year. In other "learning to do crap" news -- 1 year, must learn how to drive, that's the deadline. It's a career necessity, much as I loathe the idea. It's also time to start thinking about where my next Difficult Trip of Emotional Significance will take me -- eventhough it's probably a bit over a year off.
When I was a sophomore in college, I blessedly got a single after an unbelieveable clusterfuck of a freshman year that involved rape threats, an editorial about my being queer from a straight "really, I swear, I'm okay with this" roommate in the school paper and a lot of other stupidity. The first two months, I refused to use the electric lights, and remember lots of nights sitting at my Mac SE writing papers in the glow and with the light of my ever so illegal candelabra thing. The moral of this story is merely, see, I was always this type of pretentious.
Finally, my hair seems to have finally figured out its current length and is no longer irritating me, although I'll be glad when it has an extram half-inch or so.
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I tried various things that didn't work and I hated even going near the car so much that I put off and cancled most lessons, but the way that did work for me was scheduling the test about a week and a half off and going driving 1-3 hours each day until the test. I passed first time and with a deadline like that and money already spent I couldn't put it off.
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- Los Angeles
- self-reliance
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I'm currently teaching
Jeez, just watch traffic for a few minutes and you'll begin to think "if THEY can legally drive, this oughtta be a piece of cake!"
With some of the acting gigs, if a drivers license is necessary for that, I wonder about horse riding? Which I believe you know how, or at least did take a few lessons in, yes? What about motorcycles? Around here we have training classes that provide everything for those, all they require is you wear long sleeves and some kind of boot that protects your ankle. Just a thought.
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Well, if you make it back through Texas anytime soon, you're welcome to log some wheel time in mine...
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