i woke up around 5 and stayed in my bed until around 6 or so, until i went downstairs to suck down about 3 small cups of coffee, take care of the horses and then get ready for my interview. i wore the peruvian skirt and a 3/4 sleeved shirt with some micro heels, not a real interview like outfit. but please, its the YWCA. i got there about 40 minutes early, so i hit up small world coffee and had another cup of coffee since the record shop wasnt open yet. i walked back to Paul Robeson Pl to the YWCA and met up with Tara for the interview. i was still too dressed up considering she was wearing capris, nikes, and a t shirt. we talked alot about teaching, techniques and the program. im really pumped with the way the interview with and i am excited to start working with student again. i get a second interview on tuesday. the only huge problem is that i have to be contracted from September to June, a one year contract. ive put so much work into researching grad schools, and i was really set on applying to U Washington for the October 10 deadline, January 09 start date. otherwise i have to wait until august again, and yet another year passes in a small town, alone. im stuck in this huge predicament because i dont know if my transcripts will be accepted for endorsement at UW or if i have met all the requirements to even apply. hardly anyone works during the summer, so contacting people is a brute. here i am thinking about all of this crap amoung other things....) on my way over to the Princeton Record Exchange. nothing like looking in a record shop to kill some time, clear your mind, and spend money you dont have...
im not quite sure when my attitude about music changed, maybe it had to do with the countless hours i spent at Ameoba when i was living in CA, but i am slowly transfering all of my CDs to LPs. i picked up a Bauhaus original in a white pressing, Converge's Petitioning the Empty Skies (although I really wanted to find a Jane Doe...) in the tie-dyed double pressing, along with a few other things. i'm not sure if i looked out of place in my skirt and heels, or if i fit in with my visible tattoo and Bukowski bag. after checking out i made it about halfway down the street when one of the guys at the store came running up behind me. i turned around half-dreading that he was going to tell me that he undercharged me or something. but this is what he said... " I'm sorry miss, i dont normally run after people on the streets, but i just had to tell you that you are so very beautiful."
obviously, i was completely floored by this statement. dont think that im trying to be humble for anyones sake, but i cant remember the last time anyone told me i was beautiful. ive heard the, " you look really nice, you're cute/pretty/remind me of my sister/girlfriend" but beautiful? no. so i stuck out my hand, said "my name is jen", he introduced himself, and i said, "i think you've just made my day." his reply was "it's not too often that i get to say that, but you're welcome."
i left at that, with a somewhat lighter step and a bit of a smirk on my face.
met my dad for a late lunch in flemington, yay sushi. bought some stuff to redecorate my room (another blog entry, believe me) met a guy who lost 250 pounds at the fabric store and we talked about capoiera.
then immortal called. my appointment got changed from august 22 to sunday july 8th. this sunday. im so amped to bleed and feel a bit of pain, this piece is going to be so rewarding.
ill post pictures when its all slimy and bloody. if i can. how do you take pictures of the back of your arm, shoulder and back? come to think of it it will be a bitch to clean. fuck. the last of my money goes to my tattoo, and i dont have any jobs lined up despite the 60 applications.
went to see Carousel in the Washington Crossing Outdoor Amphitheatre. i was carrie pipperedge when we hosted the same play in 7th grade. all of my memories (god i still remember the lines and the songs) came flooding back.
today was a better day. i only cried once. twice if you count the no-see-um in my eye at the play.
"Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown."
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown."
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