Where'd ya go?!

I've lost 6 pounds. I'm knocking on wood right now. Knocking on wood across the apartment complex for the exercise. I have a lot to go, but with how I've been eating and the intense games of badminton it's sure to get gone. Yes, badminton. Hello, don't make fun - have you seen those asians play it? That shit's intense. However, I like to kick up the fitness factor by throwing my racquet long distances so that I have to run to get it. There might be a correlation between the racquet chucking and my missing the birdie. Oddly enough, I used to always call the birdie by it's correct name - the shuttlecock - until I received quite a dirty look from a mother and her two bratty girls at Target. Hey, give your little screeching princesses a few years and a SHUTTLEcock will be the least of your worries lady.

I was researching some programs. I found one located in Malaysia. I don't really have anything funny or witty to say about this, just that I feel that is an EXTREMELY random country. As much as I fancy myself a geography buff and having the uncanny ability to point out nearly any country on a map/globe I found myself completely blank when trying to conjure up the mental image of it's location. Try it. Where is it? What does it border? Pfft, you don't know either, do you..

Speaking of far and distant lands. I dreamt that it was this time next year and I was somewhere else. I dreamt I was walking from my home in a small village to the little school I taught at. Totally likely - except for the fact that the trees had lunch pails like in Return to Oz. Hey, it was a dream. But seriously, I've got a list of places I'm looking at. I can only work on this project for short spurts because I start to twitch at the thought that this is a GROWN UP job. What's been nice is the incredibly support and feed back I've been receiving from professors/friends here. I still chuckle when I picture my beloved Profesora Grey with her lips clasped together and pursed, nodding her approval and offering her help whenever or however needed. Before announcing to Val that "I have a plaaaaan" (mock Thunder Cats/ He-Man) I didn't think anything could stop her speed walk across campus, but I was mistaken. And although I have asked for those few friends I have told to swear that if they utter my plan to a soul I will gladly remove their tongue and give it a Viking burial in whatever body of water my exotic school teaching job will be near, everyone seems more than excited about this venture. When I sit down and think about it, it kind of blows my mind. Not so much because of the profession. Not even because of where it might take place. Not really because I'd be doing this alone. No, it blows my mind because I'm so sure... and I haven't been sure of anything in a long time. Hey, culinary school is still in my sights... I'm just taking this slight detour. Granted, that's a big ocean to cross for the sake of a detour.


Anyway, I think I've done enough reflecting. For now.