Late night belly ache

I’m having some trouble sleeping tonight so I figured it’d be a good time to update.

::sigh:: So I didn’t interview for the Peace Corps. I tried to gather all of the necessary materials for my interview, and realized it wasn’t possible financially (not exactly that the program costs a lot, but that you have to have notarized statements and financial plans about how all of your expenses will be covered for the 2+ years you are away). It’s a little disappointing but it probably just wasn’t the right time in my life to embark on such an adventure.

Anyway, the job hunt continues. There is one job I am in the process of applying for now, though I’ll kindof keep it a secret to keep from jinxing myself. My academic adviser/Director of the Peace Studies Institute at Manchester sent info on this job opportunity along to me. I’m just going to say that I’m SO glad I went to a small college. Sure no one out here has heard of it, but my professors STILL know me and are interested in helping me out as much as they can. Anyway, the job… Plus: It’s a real job and actually is in line with my degree (believe it or not!); Minus: it’s in Denver. Who do I know in Denver? Absolutely no one. That hasn’t necessarily stopped me before… I don’t want to really get my hopes up about it yet.

Oh well, we’ll see how it goes. Oh, I have a question: What exactly should be included in a good, professional cover letter? I could just research it online, but it seems so impersonal. Any advice would be appreciated, that’s for sure.

Work has been fine, though I’ve been so damn tired and cranky lately. Vanessa and I are still working on our neighborhood planting. Saturday we went door to door trying to convince people of the benefit of trees, collecting applications one at a time, very slowly. It doesn’t get more grassroots than that I suppose. I just hate feeling like I’m bothering people at their houses, you know? I guess that’s something that will fade with time.

Paul has pretty much decided that he’s going to grad school in Washington, DC. I’m happy for him and he seems confident with his decision. Not much else to say about that; I’m pretty used to the idea that we won’t be together. So it goes. I do still miss having a crush though and nearly approached this dapper young man (I sound like a creepy perv) I saw at the bank to tell him he was cute. I didn’t though, of course. Maybe someday.

I have had what feels like heartburn all day. The only thing I can compare it to is when I worked at Wendy’s and would eat spicy chicken sandwiches every day. Gah, those weren’t good times for my organs.

Classy!
Anyway, off to bed.

Oh yeah, happy picture of the day entry:

These are the backs of shirts Jamie and I made for the Coming Out Vigil during Gay Pride Week at MC  either sophomore or junior year (the quote is a chopped up quote from..somewhere…it is a bumper sticker on my car but I was too lazy to go look at it. Please don’t arrest me). Gay Pride week was always a tense time because the politically conservative students there would FREAK OUT like it was the end of the world. Plenty of verbal and physical threats to go around, as well as some property damage. Surprising because Manchester has always been a pretty liberal school.

Anyway, the fronts say "I love and support my gay friends". Not exactly the most creative, but it was nice to feel like I was really standing up for something in a direct way (which I’m still doing to this day, thank bob).

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