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Jul. 18th, 2002 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaI had dinner with someone I hadn't seen in a while last night. I finally finished my test, but the score was disappointing, so I will try again. Or not, I have clue. I mean, it was 80%, but I missed one question that I knew the answer to, but wrote the wrong answer down. D'oh.
I am torn between contracting the short story or expanding. Mateusz told me that there was a lot of questions he had about the characters. I am curious whether to answer them, cut up the narrative, or what. I thought it was just a matter of tightening up phrases, but now I am not sure. Or maybe I just hate endings.
I also missed an assessment test for Mass Rehab, all because I had no idea what time it was and I won free game of video solitaire. No, really.
I haven't heard any word from Quincy College or Clark's, but I got an interview tomorrow (though I'll have to make a targetted resume for that), and a toy store may have an opening. It will be something to tide me over until I find a full-time job.
Today was also the first day of the Quincy Street Fair, with its bargains galore, fried dough, and booths selling a mixed bag. I often get suspicious of booths selling a variety of stuff (rather than one or two things) not associated with stores.
See, my late stepfather made his living stealing goods for his mother and father to sell at flea markets. This habit continued, leading to memories of a whole lot of Whitman's candies suddenly appearing in our house in garbage bags, picnic tables (which got him arrested), and cheesy toys. I know there are dysfunctional families out there, but I wonder how many more actively encourage their children to steal, sell their bodies, kill. More than even my tender sensibilites are willing to admit.
I am torn between contracting the short story or expanding. Mateusz told me that there was a lot of questions he had about the characters. I am curious whether to answer them, cut up the narrative, or what. I thought it was just a matter of tightening up phrases, but now I am not sure. Or maybe I just hate endings.
I also missed an assessment test for Mass Rehab, all because I had no idea what time it was and I won free game of video solitaire. No, really.
I haven't heard any word from Quincy College or Clark's, but I got an interview tomorrow (though I'll have to make a targetted resume for that), and a toy store may have an opening. It will be something to tide me over until I find a full-time job.
Today was also the first day of the Quincy Street Fair, with its bargains galore, fried dough, and booths selling a mixed bag. I often get suspicious of booths selling a variety of stuff (rather than one or two things) not associated with stores.
See, my late stepfather made his living stealing goods for his mother and father to sell at flea markets. This habit continued, leading to memories of a whole lot of Whitman's candies suddenly appearing in our house in garbage bags, picnic tables (which got him arrested), and cheesy toys. I know there are dysfunctional families out there, but I wonder how many more actively encourage their children to steal, sell their bodies, kill. More than even my tender sensibilites are willing to admit.
