it always happens that i'm running through life so quickly that i barely have time to sit down and process what just happened. and when i'm doing a lot of writing for work, the last thing i want to do is write some more. i may be almost out of words.
so how am i going to explain my trip to the shore? let's just use the fewest words possible:
roach motel, one-armed man named roscoe, "tournament regulation" horseshoe pits, russian immigrants (possibly in the sex trade), the cleanest pool in Ocean City (certified by the health department), all-you-can-eat snow crab, two cars, eight people three bikes, and enough sleeping space for six.
quote of the trip: "well, the carpet's brand new. just sleep on the floor... no extra charge."
and my internship:
writing about shit that i know nothing about. guessing mostly. reading a lot. learned today what SEO was. overwhelmed. sort of excited. mostly overwhelmed.
essence of experience: there's nothing like learning than learning by doing.
and my roommate:
yin, effortless, teacher, supportive, exciting
latest development: she has a second date tonight!
other things:
effing hot, love the bike, happy hour capitol of the universe, block party this weekend, moving to north carolina in november, worried about life plan, need job, miss e. bott and BDL and dan (in that order? hm...), hungry.
coldest place in the city: the bus
ok. that's about it for now. i'm off to a reception at the czech embassy tonight. oooo. classy.
i could get lost here.
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