“If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me.”
William Shakespeare
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“My aim is to put down on paper what I see and
what I feel in the best and simplest way.”
Ernest Hemingway
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What to expect to find in the journal of a girl who oddly ponders
- Writing style:
- Odd metaphors and similes
- Exaggerations
- Uncomfortable stories
- accustomed to embarrassment, that it is humorous
September 20th, 2017
At first when I considered writing in this journal frequently… I thought: oh nothing happens to me in this small town, there will be nothing exciting to write about. All I do is work, study, work out and hang out with my best friend and family. I pouted, thinking that I would be writing a similar passage every day. Now, as I sit here writing, I realize even just today, was overflowing with new events and stories.
The fun news for today’s journal entry started out with me in the police station. It is a place where a goody two shoe like me has never been… I wasn’t in trouble (too bad, that would have made this entry more exciting for you readers, not me). I had come to double check that a job offer I received was a scam.
This is how I ended up at the police station:
My mom, who looks after me and brother is visiting a friend in Vancouver for a month, so she asked my not so family-tastic dad (who lives six hours away) to check up on my brother and I for the time being. He dropped by, even though he is on a two-week business trip. It is almost like he decided to try out for a bigger role in the family play because he now calls every night. He tries to make up for time away by encouraging good grades, work hours and health. So as any teenage daughter, I tell my parents what they want to hear. I informed him that I just got a job in Berlin! I am moving there in a week.
At first, I was super animated, because I had applied for many child care jobs (the only job position I could find when German isn’t necessary). Although, my excitement drained out of me like an old phone battery…. The job offer was obviously a scam. I mean what kind of babysitting job has a free hotel meal plan, perfect afternoon hours, high pay, and state that I wouldn’t have to clean up after the children? Oh, and secondly, even though the family wanted to meet me first, they also wanted a 400 euro money transfer after they gave me 2000 euros. Where is the sense in that? The job offer is like a puzzle piece jammed it into a spot where it doesn’t quite fit.
So that is what I was doing at the police station, my care-bear father did not want to have to let me down, so he let the police receptionist do it instead. Writing this now, I am a little offended that my dad assumed that I would take the scammer’s juicy bait… Then again, I would love to have a job that includes a meal plan.
September 21th, 2017
Today was interesting. My days have been stuffed like my dresser drawers full of emotions. They are not paved smooth emotions….
They are nervous emotions, for leaving to Berlin in a week and my visa hasn’t arrived yet.
Excited emotions to learn German. Oh, mix the excitement with some humour, ditziness and unconfidence. Wait a second, add in some confidence too, I mean I am going to be living abroad, without knowing the language ahead of time. I feel like my mood is made up of a big boiling cauldron of too many emotional spices. If people came over for dinner, no one would ask for the recipe.
Working all day at the pool steadies everything out like a steamroller. It is amazing how simple everything is when I know I will be leaving it all soon.
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I went horseback riding with Emily (my best friend). There have been careless hunters that come to the small lake near the barn where we ride to hunt Canadian goose. Emily and I kept our feet in our shortened stirrups, cautious that the gunshots would make the horses freak out. Luckily, the barn’s owner scared the hunters away with a couple army-style shouts….
I think my problems will change when I move to the city. I am ready for new problems and city simulation…
Change is always the perfect remedy.
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Frustration is a powerful emotion.
It tightens everything together like a screwdriver, twisting together total energy and focus. When one is remarkably frustrated with something, they can fall apart like a slammed door with loose screws. Then they can rise from the destruction stronger than before, newly, tightly bolted together.
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Why are contraceptives so expensive?
The only value they have are their function.
Placed on a teeter-totter birth control seems like a light price, sitting higher than the heavy, fat price of a child. Yet contraceptives are so small, whatever form they come in. And the side effects are atrociously barbaric for a medical necessity that has been around since the fifties.
How much would birth control cost if only men were maternal? Would its quality reach skyscraper standards or teeter-totter standards?
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