Favorite Coffee Shop

I have a favorite coffee shop near my apartment. It's pretty hippie. Now, the barista remembers my order by saying, "A 12 ounce soy latte," when he sees me entering the shop.

One reason why I like that place is that you can stay there as long as you want with an order of a cup of coffee. It's hippie, isn't it? Because of that, people stay there long, in my observation. And I recently realized that several high school students meet their tutors over there to do homework or something for an hour or so. Again, in my observation, those tutors are like in their 40s. What I mean by that is that they are not university students who do tutoring part-time. I imagine those people are pretty smart but cannot find a regular job so that they are making a living by tutoring. Or they may have a regular job, and they are tutoring, in addition. I don't know. But I thought it interesting that middle-age people are tutoring.

Another Margarita

I've been enervated for a week. I needed tequila! So, I called DS, but unfortunately, it turned out that he is out of town this weekend. It's interesting some people in this country are really open. He is one of those people. Even though he is not at home, even in town, he said I can go to his house and serve myself. Wow, wow, it's really interesting.

Because I got an official invitation to serve myself, I went to his house and served myself. I sat on the couch and watched TV, relaxed, drinking margarita. Wow, freedom. I like his openness (he is not emotionally open, I'd say, though) and this "whatever" kind of feeling. Freedom.

Another Sanctuary?

It's very nice to have someone who understands my situation. Of course, I am still pissed off by the cancellation of my defense at the last minute. So, I just keep telling my story to whoever. DS is one of my victims. He's nice. And he understands me because he said he experienced a ridiculous process similar to mine.

Anyway, I went to his place to whine with a bottle of wine, for myself, because I know he doesn't drink. I was wrong. He drinks (he doesn't drink wine, though), and he keeps lots of bottles of hard liquor, hmm, nice. I gave up wine, and instead, we made margarita. I thought it is very relaxing to spend some time, sitting on the couch and chatting. I'll definitely miss this kind of time and space if I have to leave this country, this town and people like him soon.

F**k!

My defense was canceled because of forces out of my control. If it's my fault, I willingly accept it, but it's not, it's NOT! My dissertation fell behind schedule because of delays in feedback, which is not my fault. And now, my defense is postponed until the summer term, and I have to pay $1,300 for three credits. To avoid this kind of mess and waste, I planned, I organized, I did everything I had to, but ... Why do I have to pay $1,300 because it's not my fault?! I'm so pissed off. I'm so tired of this ridiculous process. F**********k!

Friend!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, G, for listening to me whining and complaining. He is a nice guy as always.