Honestly, now.

Visa status: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! Don’t be silly. (Yeah, still nothing on that front.)

I’m in a really good mood. One of my friends expressed their surprise at my being so chipper. After pondering a bit, I discovered that I really enjoy being on the cusp of a large decision. The potential of the moment makes me slightly giddy. Sure, it’s stressful. But it’s also interesting. I like the fact that I don’t know what country I’ll be in when 2008 hits.

And being freaked out about the current state of events will get me exactly nowhere.

I decided that, in light of my lack of clues, I should take advantage of a good haircut while it is still available. Okay, okay, I was also bored out of my mind. There’s a limit to how may times a day I can check my email and browse job sites. It’s a pretty high limit, but a limit nonetheless. And you get a scalp massage when your hair is being shampooed. After bemusing my hair “designer” (Kim: How is work? Me: It’s not.) I wandered off to find some running clothes. After getting fed up with the crowds and the noise, I retreated back to my apartment to check my email. Again.

I ran across some ads for employment at my school. They are ONLY looking for F-2 and F-4 visas. I’m taking this to mean that they cannot provide E-2 sponsorship. This is not good for my hope of further employment at that school. Pity. The money was really good. With about a year left before I want to start school, I am hesitant to tie myself to a contract. I would under two condition. One, Chris would come with me to Taiwan. I’d love to visit another country, but I’m not up to making all new friends. Two, I would work a short-term contract. Or a series of short time contracts. I’d like to remain (primarily) legit. I’ve already sent out a few emails to see what’s out there.

I’m EXTREMELY hesitant to harass my school about my visa. Mostly because I don’t want to lose my living space. I’m thinking that they are kind of hoping that I’ll just go away. I feel bad. They were unfairly put in this situation. However, they did a crap job of communicating with me about it. So I’m not feeling too charitable towards them. Meh. I’m not going to worry about it.

Anyways, Badugi would really like to go out and I would really like to NOT clean up after a leaky dog.

Here’s my haircut. (If you care. And even if you don’t.)