Right now, I am in a suburb of the city of Listlessness. This suburb is called Aimless. I like it here because it sounds like my name a little bit. In Aimless, it is snowing. I am sitting in a corner of the Hoodie School of Hoodlumly Hooligans. So far, I have killed two hours and forty-four minutes. This two hours and forty-four minutes is situated between today's first shift of work and the tutor meeting this afternoon. You know how I used it? I watched Zombieland. It was hilarious. It was also disgusting, but in a hilarious way. If you're into things like geeky kids with shotguns and zombie clowns. And Bill Murray.
I would like to be home. And, in a couple of hours, I will be. But I still have to get through the tutor meeting, which Kathryn said would be, quote, "short and sweet." So not too long now. Except this morning when I got up before the crack of dawn I forgot that I was planning to come home tonight so I didn't grab necessities like underwear and makeup. That's okay though. I think I still have some at home and I'll just borrow your mascara if I need it (...right?). I will come home toot-sweet. Toute de suite. Today someone at work asked me to read a piece of spam mail they'd received that was written in French, and I committed utter fail by not being able to get the gist of it for like five minutes. It was only a few sentences, and I still couldn't pick out more than a couple of words I knew. It was sad. Don't worry, though, it was nothing important. Just someone trying to scam people out of their visa numbers.
-Amy
P.S. It's an analogy. And it was a good one.
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