i have to admit, thinking of lame blog entry titles really has become a highlight in my life.
as far as the eggs go, i have applied for too many internships and have no idea what to do now if i am offered a position by two (or more, if we can let our imaginations stretch even that far). now, i dont expect to hear back from any, though i got a speedy response from one organization and i feel like i cant commit. thankfully, the fact that i am in nicaragua sort of prevents me from having to go through with the face-to-face interview rick wants, which would definitely make me feel obligated to stick with said organization.
work is ass. i hate going, i hate that i feel like an outsider, i hate that people dont see me as anything except "the-other-girl-that-works-here-where-is-she-from-oh-is-she-hindu-yes-she-is-hindu-well-lets-not-tell-her-important-busines-until-last-minute." or something to that effect. everything else in my life here seems to be going swimmingly except for the one thing i i came here to do. anywho, i have yet to tell anyone at work that i am trying to organizing a film showing of a movie relating to women's rights.
now, as far as this movie goes, i have two options: 1) buy a movie i found online and got permission to screening rights, for the lovely price of $70 or 2) find the elusive director of the cultural center here and see if they have any films in their personal archives to let me use.
well, just my luck, solutions to both came along today! as i ate lunch in this very internet cafe, minding my own business, i am approached by a south african woman. well, i tell her what im doing here and what im trying to organize and it turns out she knows the director of the cultural center and before she and her husband leave the cafe, they drag the man in to talk to me! i get his card and i shall harass him shortly. OR, the more interesting conversation we had--the woman and i--was before all of this business with the director happened. the more interesting part happened when she approached me, told me she was an artist, and wanted to use me as a nude model. a job that pays enough for me to get that $70.
wtf? i have yet to give her my answer to this proposal.
in other news, i was harassed by a drunken drunken DRUNKY man at 1:30 pm the other day.
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Although I sympathize with you for having been harassed by a drunk man, let us not judge people by the TIME at which they get drunk, but rather by the quantity of alcohol they consume (you know what I am getting at).
you would make a good nude model. i say do it, after you make sure these people are legit and not going to post you on the internet.
i'm going to call tomorrow night. <3
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