It's okay, it wasn't really my fault

I just got in a car accident. Don't worry - I'm fine. Craig was teaching me to drive his car (stick-shift - I know how to drive otherwise), when a big f-ing truck, stopped at a stop sign, failed to see me and started driving. The car has a dent in the back, which may or may not take a few days to fix. The crux of the issue is that Craig and I were going to drive to LA on Friday. He's moving out there, I'm going along for the ride. We may have to push the start date back a bit, which means we'll miss the Dodger's game we apparently had tickets for. Anyway, I already vowed never to go to a Dodger's game (google "Chavez Ravine"), so I'm not all that pissed. I am, however, a little hesistant to drive ever again, especially Craig's car. But, balls, no one was hurt, it was a minor accident, so there's nothing really stopping me.

In other news, the job from hell is over. They gave me until the end of June, I gave them until June 15. Now that bitch of a boss of mine (who I can talk about again because she's not really my boss anymore) is out of my hair forever. I haven't thought a whole lot about the job since quitting, and I'm trying not to. In fact, I'm trying to be very mature about the whole thing. If I do something to hurt her career, she would deserve it (in a bitter, retributive sense of the word). But does it really make me any better? I'm not entirely certain. To be completely honest, I've been thinking about the problem through a Buddhist perspective, as Buddhism is a religion I can sort of dig - though not in a new-age, "everything Eastern/Oriental is good and pure" kind of way, but in a "yes, life is suffering, it's the almost inescapable characterization of existence" kind of way.

Anyhow, my unemployed self is open for any amusements (the cheaper the better). Find me drinking coffee, sitting outside; or sleeping. This is a new (though probably short-lived) chapter of my life.

I can't breathe through my nose, but, out of principle, I refuse to breathe through my mouth

If there are any readers left, here I am updating this blog (because my brother told me to and because I always do what my big brother says).

Not a whole lot to tell. I'm sick again and am so fed up with my sinuses that I am offering them up on the black market - they've only caused me pain, suffering, and chapped nostrils. I left work early yesterday due to the sickness, but no chance of calling in today as there's no one to cover my shift. This is what happens when you begin to eliminate people from their positions for no actual reason.

My friend Esther left for India on Monday and is going to ask her father if I can teach at his school. If that works out, yay. If not, maybe I'll go work in Argentina with Ilya. Who knows? Plans change every three minutes around here. I'm living day-to-day, not overly concerned with pinning down anything too exact. Anyhow, I'm not really in a place in my life where I can be so exact. I know I'll have a certificate to teach English, it's just a matter of when.

In other news... well, there is no other news (thus the rare blog updates).

Keep it real, my faithful readers. And for those of you who don't keep it real (thus, keeping it fake) - go to hell.