I'm still waiting on my Alien Registration Card. This means no phone, internet (except at work and what I can steal--which isn't much) and no bank account. I should have this magical piece of identification on Wednesday the 25th, and pay day is September 10th. I imagine pay day will be something in slow motion with rainbows, glitter, and small woodland creatures helping me shop for things like food, decorations for the apartment, kitchen stuff and classroom thing-a-ma-bobs. Of course, this will all be accompanied by skipping while "What A Wonderful World" plays everywhere I go.
There's a throat thing going around the apartment building, at least around the English teachers. I've been downing 'Throat Coat' tea and Mucenex D along with the Follow Your Heart Cold and Sinus Spray (read: horseradish essence) like nobody's business.
I need to get a picture of the bathrooms at work, they are the modernized hole-in-the-ground, squat over it style. I don't mind them. What perplexes me more is that the woman's bathroom has smelled like Cheetohs for the last few days.
-Sarah
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