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September 26, 2006
My Brother Won't Like This
My mother forwarded me a Google Alert earlier, about a news story in which an American was rescued by the police from being lynched in 'a popular tourist town' in Guatemala.
After about half an hour of checking every news site I could think of to find out where this had happened... it turned out to be Jucanyá, the Indian barrio of Panajachel, which is where my mother has her lake house - and where she was at the time!!
Thankfully she didn't go out all day, and didn't hear a thing, but damn this world gets a little too small at times!!!
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September 25, 2006
Monday Morning
Tomorrow isn’t just any Monday morning, what’s worse: this one comes fully shrink-wrapped with a new job, and a new term at my dance school. On Wednesday I nearly passed out during a ‘warm-up’ class; tomorrow I have both class and a rehearsal. I can feel my body laughing at me. (Also creaking, clicking and popping as it relentlessly persists in doing since that head injury).
A good friend reminded me on Saturday that it’s been a very very long time since I last updated this site. Properly. It being 2.30am, I’m not likely to do that now, but I just want to state that the floral muppets are fully history, it doesn’t look like I got the job I really wanted, so I’m starting the job I didn’t really want in 7 hours; the intermittent stalker still stalks; that if it wasn’t for several friends, I wouldn’t have managed to scrape by the last two months; that leads me to various random homicidal thoughts, including the muppets at MSN – I’ve not been able to connect for six and a half hours, and I’m only grateful I’m too tired to do anything violent.
On a side note, I texted Laura earlier to tell her the full horror of my realisation on Friday, after her visit: if I do Jen’s performance workshop (at the dance school), I won’t be able to go to the pub after class this term. That’s a seriously tough call. On one hand, I can wait out next week (this week) to see how many Dancers of Mass Destruction are likely to turn up; on the other hand, the last time I did the performance group (with Jen), we were already a fully-formed group of friends at the time (except for Maria), and I can’t really say the same is true of now. And damn it, I want to be able to hang out with Maria after class and not only blubber about my home conditions, and I want to be able to go to the pub on Wednesdays with Fran’s students who don’t much like me, and travel back with a tipsy Laura….
On another side note, I checked Gumtree earlier (as you do when Msn won’t bloody well work), and saw some ads for rooms to rent around the corner. I’m very tempted. Well, as a tourist. This house is great, even if the wireless router should be painfully dismembered.
That leads me back to the homicidal thoughts I was having a few paragraphs earlier, so maybe I should just wrap this up and go for a fag.
In the meantime, I can heartily recommend some websites about 419 scammers. Health warning: they’re seriously compulsive reading.
(And hopefully I’ll be asleep soon and able to exercise said homicidal impulses till Khaled’s ‘Sahra’ wakes me.)
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