So I'm at the library now, and I know why I don't come here for my solace too often. While there are books and humans who will assist you in taking these books home, the Hollywood Library on Ivar more resembles a bus station or soupless soup kitchen. Droves of the homeless settle in here to have loud conversations and panhandle. It's not terribly relaxing, and the employees-understandably-do not exhibit a heroic amount of patience, even when I approach them with my apologies for existing pre-caked on my face. It's the way of the big city, right?
I applied for a line of credit today from Wells Fargo. I haven't touched it yet, but it'll help my credit, which is already remarkable. Good thing, too, because very shortly I'm going to need some financial institution to loan me some money so I can get a head start on wherever I will be landing next month, whether that be Korea or Taiwan (it's gonna be Taiwan).
Cat's outta the bag! I'm going to Taiwan! Despite multiple job offers and secure positions offered in Korea and China, I'm taking what is easily the riskiest option. This will aid in my attempt to live a half-baked life until I die. I will ride a scooter, become a foreign movie star and be the most okay teacher the world has ever seen! And I'll get to see Zeus. Ryan. Zeus.
I want wings, dude. Me hungry.
Why are all these people making ridiculous noises? I suppose mental competence plays a role. I'm no hater, but rather just a naive library-goer. I owe this place $12, so I guess I don't have any more stake in these tables than the next guy. I should take care of that.
Oy.
Wandering gracefully,
LS^2
Olga
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