unemployment sucks. summer job needed. reply to me ASAP.

i played tennis today with my dad right after he taught me how to saw wood. it's harder than you think, really. especially when your dad has these gadget saws that have weird teeth and you have to angle the saw in a specific direction and consistently pull back and forth for the wood to chip away. tennis is fun. i miss tennis. running for balls however, still not fun.

summer reading as follows:

jane austen | pride and prejudice (in progress)
joseph heller | catch 22
victor hugo | les miserables
leo tolstoy | anna karenin (what am i thinking?)
charles dickens | great expectations

finished:

alanin de botton | on love
ayn rand | atlas shrugged (oh okay, i had 90% done from before)

jane austen is my nemesis. i think i'm going to continue shopaholic takes manhattan now!