It's a working holiday visa, which basically means I'm classified as a tourist who can work. I graduated college in May, so I'm no longer in school.
'The Killer In Me'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I thought you were done with school, but then thought maybe you were going back for more. Buffistas seem to be like Oliver Twist when it comes to education, "more, please." The "working tourist" idea sounds cool. How long do you get to stay with it?
Edited because green tea lattes do NOT provide the same mental kick as coffe.
Yay, Jen! Such wonderful news. I was so pleased to read that this morning!
Another yay for Jen! Awesome news, babe!
Oh, gosh, Jen, I forgot to say how happy I am for you. This is wonderful.
I thought you were done with school, but then thought maybe you were going back for more. Buffistas seem to be like Oliver Twist when it comes to education, "more, please." The "working tourist" idea sounds cool. How long do you get to stay with it?
I'll probably go back to school in a couple years, after I've got some of this life stuff under my belt. Not that I know what I want to go to school for. But that is a question for another time.
I have a four month visa for Dublin and a six month visa for the UK, so I'll be working and touristing for most of the oncoming year. It's a pretty nice deal!
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Yay! Such excellent news to wake up to!
Blarg. I am full of gronk, and the Halloweenie is full of pep. It's a disconcerting combination.
I think that always happens, JZ. My babies were very quiet when I was on the move, and very active when I was trying to rest. And if I had a carb-y snack? Zap! Boom! Thump!
Yeah. Hec and I went to see a matinee of The Illusionist yesterday (not a Great Film, but definitely a good movie, and also incredibly beautifully filmed, just about every single frame rich and glowing and halfway between silent-film looking and painterly), and within 90 seconds of my first gulp of root beer, she was leaping like a mad leapy thing.
The boys were wild and crazy in utero. They got real quiet when they ran out of space and plotted their escape. It was odd after so much activity when they were still. Then surprise! They were so outta there.
I'm hoping to conquer the kitchen today. I have lots and lots of counter space. This has turned into lots and lots of piles of stuff.
I really want to see the Illusionist! For precisely the reasons you described, JZ.
Glad Halloweenie is doing well.