There Are So Many Options and None of the End with "You Suck"

On the train I did a little self-check up by going over my journal entries. Anal Cunt would be so disappointed in me, but they're also disappointed in themselves.

So it's obvious to me that I'm going back to school for education. I know the requirements, and they'll be met with will and face-numbing humility.

Mom questioned me in February why I'd want to do a Masters in Teaching when I could just get a Masters in Biology. My rationale is that I don't want the qualifications to be a Lab assistant, or some armchair theorist who works at Knot Another Hat while trying to get articles published on his favorite ligands. I want the qualifications to teach. As far as great programs are concerned, it's back to New York. Rest assured there will be plenty of safety schools and exotic schools, you never know . . . the Estonian School of Diplomacy may be looking for me.

This is a case of edification that you put it into the ether and then you can't take it back. And I like it.

In a way I want this trip to be over. Mostly because I'm not doing anything life-advancing out here. But I did just walk out to a former city morgue that is now a huge art space. I mean huge. I go for runs, and do arm exercises (running 5k at 24 minutes - 7 minute miles!). I'm doing the obligatory test of Mrs Walls 'Don't Knock it Til you Try It' maxim. I am eating healthy. I am trying to eat more slowly (20 meals and not just to idle, because I would be that dude). (What's this?) I'm also trying wine with my food. Which I don't think enhances the flavor, but it's not bad on it's own. The cap is at one glass, I'm not unraveling out here. Although after tasting escargot I may change my mind.

After talking with a Spanish couple (and learning I speak more fluent Spanish with a fake lisp) I realized that I miss 'Latin culture' as ambiguous my personal definition of that is. Switzerland plans are falling through and I might make an early trip to Sevilla. And dance. Dance. Dance! As for 2011, maybe I can convince some ex-coworkers at Amys to house me temporarily in Bogota.