Out of all of the people in my family, I am the most scatter-brained. The evidence of this was obvious from an early age, when I seemingly refused to clean my room, no matter what threats my mother tried to place upon me. As a youngling I was not aware that my staunch apathy was in fact due to my inability to process thoughts in an organizational pattern. You should see my room now. Thanks mom, at least you tried.
That reminds me, I haven't done laundry in a few weeks. My room is starting so smell musty and sweaty. Should probably take care of this. I feel like I've made some progress, however, because I did manage to fit a shower in during my lunch break. See, I can be responsible and adult-like.
Besides recieving a FAIL at personal hygiene (I don't necessarily see this as a fail, considering many of the other workers here at the Center), I have accomplished very little, including buns of steel. In my volunteer position job description there was nothing about hauling a rickshaw full of cleaning supplies over hilly terrain, so when I was presenting with the opportunity to increase my gluteas maximus (spelling please?) muscles, I squated. Here at yoga summer camp we call this an 'inversion'. Just kidding. I think. So after several weeks of being put on the 'Special Ops' shift and dragging around my life's burden in the form of a wooden pullcart that could hold at least eight Afghani child refugees, you'd think my legs would be stronger than Vera de Milo's, no? Yeah, no. I've seen no improvement in the behind area. Could it be the vegetarian diet? Or my general dissatisfaction for life, which I express by eating ginger snaps and macaroons at every opportunity. Never mind all of this because now I can add, 'being a donkey', to my resumee.
Now that my stint here is about halfway over with I'm starting to worry about what to do with my life next. I wonder how many people have to face this fear ever year, how many people engage in such flippant lifestyles as I. What does one do when one lives in a country in which the economy is falling apart at the eyeballs (or so the television tells everyone, I wouldn't know since I don't watch television), whose people are ignorant Sheeple, and whose government is trying to outlaw organic farms and home gardens in order to 'safely regulate food production for the good of the country' (Please, sir, may I have some more Fascism?)? Well, if you are me then you join small communities of like-minded individuals and you volunteer for seven months out of every year and you forget about the outside world until it comes screaming in at your face like one of those emaciated creatures from Middle Earth. Suffice to say, I'm thinking of heading south. Gotta stay away from that snow, it does things to a person's brain.
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I think it's getting close to my bedtime. So long, and thanks for all the vegan, fish-shaped meat product.
