Ok, let's see. Sent of two online applications today. Got two snail mail applications to send tomorrow. I REALLY hope I find a job soon. I so don't want to live with my parents. My dad is already getting on my nerves. Ugh.

Why does it have to be so hard, huh? Why can't I just find a nice job and move to England? That's not really asking a lot, is it?

The trouble with the applications is that most of them require that you know JavaScript and other programming languages. Which I don't. Or atleast only have the vaguest idea of. I'm just not very good at those things. Which totally sucks. Or they want you to know Flash. I've never tried that, but maybe now would be a good time to try and learn a bit of it.

I'm tired and I'm annoyed and I feel melancholic.


Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle,
e questa siepe, che da tanta parte
dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude.
Ma sedendo e mirando, interminati
spazi di là da quella, e sovrumani
silenzi, e profondissima quiete
io nel pensier mi fingo; ove per poco
il cor non si spaura. E come il vento
odo stormir tra queste piante, io quello
infinito silenzio a questa voce
vo comparando: e mi sovvien l’eterno,
e le morte stagioni, e la presente
e viva, e il suon di lei. Così tra questa
immensità s’annega il pensier mio;
e il naufragar m’è dolce in questo mare.

(Giacomo Leopardi)

Saturday, March 13, 2004 posted by Wardi @ 9:14 PM