I've discovered that I do, in fact, still have a job. For some reason, I, along with two other employees, managed to slip through the system by default...story of my life.
Also, I have to go back to Connecticut again today until monday. I think I just really do need to be home for a bit right now.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
It's too late to apologize.
I haven't updated in a very long time. I figured I left this blog along with Worcester... but I decided I enjoy the idea of this.
So here are some updates in my life since;
I ended working at the engineering company as an intern, and moved back to New York, into an apartment with my three best friends.
I happened upon a hosting job at a famous restaurant in TriBeCa.
I gained an entire new family and home from my fantastic co-workers.
The restaurant got a new manager from outside the company, and as it stands, the majority of former workers - and all my former mangager, whom I love - have left. I feel I have no choice but to leave, as well... it's not the same anymore.
I'm questioning my current major; marketing with a specialization in advertising. I no longer know what I want to do with my life. I feel like I have no direction.
I got scouted by a casting dirctor for a fairly famous photographer in New York as a model, but I unfortunately didn't get hired for the actual job. It would have been fun though, right?
I've decided to see where I stand with my job after Thanksgiving break, and will plan accordingly. I feel a job hunt, and resume update may be in order.
So here are some updates in my life since;
I ended working at the engineering company as an intern, and moved back to New York, into an apartment with my three best friends.
I happened upon a hosting job at a famous restaurant in TriBeCa.
I gained an entire new family and home from my fantastic co-workers.
The restaurant got a new manager from outside the company, and as it stands, the majority of former workers - and all my former mangager, whom I love - have left. I feel I have no choice but to leave, as well... it's not the same anymore.
I'm questioning my current major; marketing with a specialization in advertising. I no longer know what I want to do with my life. I feel like I have no direction.
I got scouted by a casting dirctor for a fairly famous photographer in New York as a model, but I unfortunately didn't get hired for the actual job. It would have been fun though, right?
I've decided to see where I stand with my job after Thanksgiving break, and will plan accordingly. I feel a job hunt, and resume update may be in order.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
My sister expects me to post everyday.
These are the mistakes I've made this week;
Ralph Lauren Cableknit Sweater
Damage; $36
Tommy Hilfiger Espadrilles
Damage; $24
BCBGirls Quilted Ballet Flats
Damage; $30
Nine West Patent Leather Pumps
Damage; $35
Seven for All Mankind Skinny Jeans
Damage; $114
Assorted Gap & Victoria's Secret
Damage; $55
Ryan Adams - Easy Tiger
Damage; $13
Total Damage; $307
Was it worth it? o_0
Yes.
Ralph Lauren Cableknit Sweater
Damage; $36
Tommy Hilfiger Espadrilles
Damage; $24
BCBGirls Quilted Ballet Flats
Damage; $30
Nine West Patent Leather Pumps
Damage; $35
Seven for All Mankind Skinny Jeans
Damage; $114
Assorted Gap & Victoria's Secret
Damage; $55
Ryan Adams - Easy Tiger
Damage; $13
Total Damage; $307
Was it worth it? o_0
Yes.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Why am I so retarded?
So, there is basically one guy [an employee, not an intern] at this company around my age who is cute and normal. Not my type at all, but it seems compared to all these balding old men and dorky interns, he is a real catch.
This is our history....
First Meeting:
[Going down two flights of stairs]
T: Hey.
Me: Hi.
T: Anything exciting planned this weekend?
Me: Yes... [mind blanks] What do I have planned this weekend?
Second Meeting:
[Dad sits down at T's table, as do I]
Dad: This is my daughter, Space Alien.
T: Do people call you Space Alien?
Dad: Her friends call her Space Alien or Spac.
Me: It doesn't matter, I go by both.
T: I think I'll call you what the boss [my dad] calls you.
[Continue talking about other things for the rest of lunch]
Third Meeting:
[During company-wide meeting, T & friends sit down in front of dad and me]
Dad: So how many people in the company do you know?
Me: [Not wanting to play along] I only know like 10 people.
T: [Turns around] You know us.
Me: That's true.
Dad: [Continues rambling]
Fourth Meeting:
[In Best Buy, looking for Interview with the Vampire, just to waste time]
T: [Walks up] Hey, what movie are you looking for?
Me: Well, it's not a comedy, I guess I'm in the wrong section.
T: Okay, I'll see you later.
Is this what being socially awkward means?
THIS HAD NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE! Ahhh.
This is our history....
First Meeting:
[Going down two flights of stairs]
T: Hey.
Me: Hi.
T: Anything exciting planned this weekend?
Me: Yes... [mind blanks] What do I have planned this weekend?
Second Meeting:
[Dad sits down at T's table, as do I]
Dad: This is my daughter, Space Alien.
T: Do people call you Space Alien?
Dad: Her friends call her Space Alien or Spac.
Me: It doesn't matter, I go by both.
T: I think I'll call you what the boss [my dad] calls you.
[Continue talking about other things for the rest of lunch]
Third Meeting:
[During company-wide meeting, T & friends sit down in front of dad and me]
Dad: So how many people in the company do you know?
Me: [Not wanting to play along] I only know like 10 people.
T: [Turns around] You know us.
Me: That's true.
Dad: [Continues rambling]
Fourth Meeting:
[In Best Buy, looking for Interview with the Vampire, just to waste time]
T: [Walks up] Hey, what movie are you looking for?
Me: Well, it's not a comedy, I guess I'm in the wrong section.
T: Okay, I'll see you later.
Is this what being socially awkward means?
THIS HAD NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE! Ahhh.
Friday, July 20, 2007
"What are men compared to rocks and mountains?"
Every time I watch Pride & Prejudice [2004], I realize all over again what an incredible movie it is. Not just because of the actors, but the directing and the beautiful filming.
Each time I finish, I have am overwhelming desire to watch it again right away. I think I saw it 4 times in one week when I first got it.
Harry Potter extravaganza tonight!
Each time I finish, I have am overwhelming desire to watch it again right away. I think I saw it 4 times in one week when I first got it.
Harry Potter extravaganza tonight!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
You're the reason I'm leaving
Oh hey.
This is a picture of Prince Andrea Casiraghi of Monaco. Only 23-years old, and an image of perfection; just look at his hippie-hipster outfit.
Did I mention he lives in New York? [...I assume with his current girlfriend. Boo.]
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
"Good taste only tastes good to the people who think they have good taste; a good taste can be very uncreative & boring. Good taste is something very bourgeois, very established, so it needs fresh air. People we consider to have bad taste are very happy with their bad taste. It’s not our problem. It’s pretentious to think one is an arbiter of taste. Who cares?"
-Karl Lagerfeld
-Karl Lagerfeld
Picture this:
[Please excuse the grammar.]
A bright blue Toyota Rav4 going the speed limit down a Connecticut highway, the last remnants of the sun can barely been seen as a pinkish haze on the horizon, though obscured by trees. The sky directly above the car is almost the deepest shade of blue it becomes over the course of the night. Only the brightest stars a visible, and there is a sliver of a crescent moon.
A black, plastic rosary is dangling from the rear-view mirror. Junk and little knick-knack toys are sprawled about the car haphazardly. Opera is blasting from the stereo, to accomodate the almost deaf passengers.
The driver, my mother, humming along in the front seat. Her short, salt-and-pepper grey hair is pulled into a half ponytail and a bright green dress with three dancing kokopellis on the front.
In the passenger seat sits an old Italian woman, who is almost completely deaf, and if her pride allowed, should be walking with a cane. Her usual sunglasses remain glued to her face, despite the dark. She wears a red bandana tied around her head like a pirate - or a hippie, a dark flower-patterned nightgown with a black vest, brown stockings, tan leather shoes, and a bright red patent-pleather knock-off chanel purse, which I am sure she has no idea is a knock-off. Not to mention the many pieces of jewellery, all of which is real gold, including a $1 brown cameo she found at a tag sale and had set in gold, with a $300 gold chain. [That was actually ingenious.] She is gently humming and dancing, almost unnoticably, to the music that she can't hear, simply in response to my mother, who is doing the same in the seat next to her. Though she often speaks of her dislike for "i zingari," in my opinion, she resembles the stereotypical gypsy.
In the seat behind the driver rests an equally old Italian man, dozing. He wears a striped polo shirt and pants that he has no doubt owned since the 1950's and his wife's white rain jacket for warmth.
I, in the seat next to him, am attempting to read a book about vampires, though the falling daylight makes it almost impossible, wearing my boy's polo and old, ripped jeans.
[End scene.]
Sometimes I wish I had a camera always with me. It made me laugh when I thought about other people seeing this cast of characters [that is my family] somehow functioning together.
A bright blue Toyota Rav4 going the speed limit down a Connecticut highway, the last remnants of the sun can barely been seen as a pinkish haze on the horizon, though obscured by trees. The sky directly above the car is almost the deepest shade of blue it becomes over the course of the night. Only the brightest stars a visible, and there is a sliver of a crescent moon.
A black, plastic rosary is dangling from the rear-view mirror. Junk and little knick-knack toys are sprawled about the car haphazardly. Opera is blasting from the stereo, to accomodate the almost deaf passengers.
The driver, my mother, humming along in the front seat. Her short, salt-and-pepper grey hair is pulled into a half ponytail and a bright green dress with three dancing kokopellis on the front.
In the passenger seat sits an old Italian woman, who is almost completely deaf, and if her pride allowed, should be walking with a cane. Her usual sunglasses remain glued to her face, despite the dark. She wears a red bandana tied around her head like a pirate - or a hippie, a dark flower-patterned nightgown with a black vest, brown stockings, tan leather shoes, and a bright red patent-pleather knock-off chanel purse, which I am sure she has no idea is a knock-off. Not to mention the many pieces of jewellery, all of which is real gold, including a $1 brown cameo she found at a tag sale and had set in gold, with a $300 gold chain. [That was actually ingenious.] She is gently humming and dancing, almost unnoticably, to the music that she can't hear, simply in response to my mother, who is doing the same in the seat next to her. Though she often speaks of her dislike for "i zingari," in my opinion, she resembles the stereotypical gypsy.
In the seat behind the driver rests an equally old Italian man, dozing. He wears a striped polo shirt and pants that he has no doubt owned since the 1950's and his wife's white rain jacket for warmth.
I, in the seat next to him, am attempting to read a book about vampires, though the falling daylight makes it almost impossible, wearing my boy's polo and old, ripped jeans.
[End scene.]
Sometimes I wish I had a camera always with me. It made me laugh when I thought about other people seeing this cast of characters [that is my family] somehow functioning together.
Friday, July 13, 2007
All the roads we had to walk were winding
I've been counting down the weeks, the days, the hours until I am finally out of this place.
In retrospect, I know it won't feel that bad, and I will remember all the money I made. I'll forget the daily fatigue and stress. But missing the sunshine every day, sitting for 14 consecutive hours, with no one my own age, losing the few precious moments of my youth that I could be spent with my friends before we never get a chance to see each other again.
I hate that I have nothing in common with the people here.
In a response to my college major, someone asked me what I wanted to do with it. I said fashion marketing or advertising. They responded that I should "Look into Staples - they are now selling chairs designed by Donald Trump." What? Did they hear what I said?
Another person asked what Dolce & Gabbana was and why I liked fashion magazines, anyway; "they are practically all ads." Of course. That's exactly what I want to do with my life. Haven't you been listening?
While eating a candy bar, someone commented, "That has more calories than those models in your magazines eat in a whole day." I mentally rolled my eyes. All I ever hear are stereotypes! Don't they think I know the actual truths by now? I've only been living and breathing this world for almost four years.
I realize there is no knowledge of anything in the fashion world necessary to get into engineering, but that's the only thing I'm actually, truly interested in that has any type of realistic profession behind it [disregarding archaeology, paid traveler, marrying rich, etc].
I feel like they brush it aside as if it is unimportant, not a real business. There are thousands of millions of dollars in fashion - all different fields, not just modeling and designing. Without even knowing it, fashion contributes to a lot of the things we hear and see on a daily basis, and we don't even realize.
I want to educate people, have them understand.
In retrospect, I know it won't feel that bad, and I will remember all the money I made. I'll forget the daily fatigue and stress. But missing the sunshine every day, sitting for 14 consecutive hours, with no one my own age, losing the few precious moments of my youth that I could be spent with my friends before we never get a chance to see each other again.
I hate that I have nothing in common with the people here.
In a response to my college major, someone asked me what I wanted to do with it. I said fashion marketing or advertising. They responded that I should "Look into Staples - they are now selling chairs designed by Donald Trump." What? Did they hear what I said?
Another person asked what Dolce & Gabbana was and why I liked fashion magazines, anyway; "they are practically all ads." Of course. That's exactly what I want to do with my life. Haven't you been listening?
While eating a candy bar, someone commented, "That has more calories than those models in your magazines eat in a whole day." I mentally rolled my eyes. All I ever hear are stereotypes! Don't they think I know the actual truths by now? I've only been living and breathing this world for almost four years.
I realize there is no knowledge of anything in the fashion world necessary to get into engineering, but that's the only thing I'm actually, truly interested in that has any type of realistic profession behind it [disregarding archaeology, paid traveler, marrying rich, etc].
I feel like they brush it aside as if it is unimportant, not a real business. There are thousands of millions of dollars in fashion - all different fields, not just modeling and designing. Without even knowing it, fashion contributes to a lot of the things we hear and see on a daily basis, and we don't even realize.
I want to educate people, have them understand.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
New Post, because you made me.
I just found out fantastic news!
The most beautiful boy in the world [not exaggerating] - who transferred to a Florida school - just transferred back. :) I am not creeper-status, he updated his Facebook.
On the last day of finals [a class that we happened to have together], I wanted to tell him that he was the most beautiful boy I've ever met, but I finished too early and left.
Is it wrong to just love someone for their face? haha Not actually love them. You know.
On a completely unrelated note, I am going to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix tonight. My friends and I are getting our favorite candy [Laffy Taffy] and dressing up in fancy clothes to celebrate and show how important it is to us.
Some call it dorky... I call it excellent.
Also, we have four parts go for the apartment. I am, surprising, the last to get my papers in and then we will sign the lease and move in on August 20th. I stop working on the 11th, though, and I would love to get to New York even earlier. Hint, hint, sister.
The most beautiful boy in the world [not exaggerating] - who transferred to a Florida school - just transferred back. :) I am not creeper-status, he updated his Facebook.
On the last day of finals [a class that we happened to have together], I wanted to tell him that he was the most beautiful boy I've ever met, but I finished too early and left.
Is it wrong to just love someone for their face? haha Not actually love them. You know.
On a completely unrelated note, I am going to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix tonight. My friends and I are getting our favorite candy [Laffy Taffy] and dressing up in fancy clothes to celebrate and show how important it is to us.
Some call it dorky... I call it excellent.
Also, we have four parts go for the apartment. I am, surprising, the last to get my papers in and then we will sign the lease and move in on August 20th. I stop working on the 11th, though, and I would love to get to New York even earlier. Hint, hint, sister.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
I now see the comedy in 'The Office'
Apparently, I am the company whore.
The person I am working for has pimped me out to 2 other departments and I keep recieving busywork projects from at least 10 different people. My dad has been walking around telling people I don't have enough work, so I honestly think that they MAKE work to "keep my busy." Of course I have to do it, but I have a laundry list that is very long.
Please people, I have enough work! Use the interns in your own department.
On another note, I ordered my iPod. It should be coming in the mail soon and I am extremely happy about it. It is sleek and black and 30GB [7500 songs]. There is no reason I need that much space, but that was the lowest it came in unless I got a nano, which only comes with 4-8GB. Not enough.
I will be counting the days. :)
The person I am working for has pimped me out to 2 other departments and I keep recieving busywork projects from at least 10 different people. My dad has been walking around telling people I don't have enough work, so I honestly think that they MAKE work to "keep my busy." Of course I have to do it, but I have a laundry list that is very long.
Please people, I have enough work! Use the interns in your own department.
On another note, I ordered my iPod. It should be coming in the mail soon and I am extremely happy about it. It is sleek and black and 30GB [7500 songs]. There is no reason I need that much space, but that was the lowest it came in unless I got a nano, which only comes with 4-8GB. Not enough.
I will be counting the days. :)
Monday, July 2, 2007
Change is in the air
And so, we usher in a new era of popular fashion thought? One can only hope.
As some of you may or may not have noticed, Natalia Vodianova graces the cover of August 2007's US Vogue. She looks incredible, by the way, in the accompanying editorial, as well.
Though this may mean very little to you, it is an amazing step in the American fashion world. Vogue is synonymous with high fashion; there are 17 countries in total that publish their own versions of this magazine. Needless to say, it is probably the most highly respected fashion magazine available. It has incredible influence in the fashion world.
Each month, the 16 foreign editions feature a different model on the cover. As it should be, no? Models exist for the only purpose of fashion. But can you remember the last time US Vogue [or any other "fashion" magazine for that matter in America] has had anyone other than an actress, socialite, or celebrity model [Heidi Klum, Rebecca Romain, etc] on the cover? I can't. Granted my readership only stretches back to about 2002 or so, but that has been a good five years.
It is about time a working model is on the cover of the most highly respected fashion magazine in the world, without and accomanying article/interview. Isn't fashion meant to be about the clothes and the poses and the styling and the photography, as opposed to the celebrity's same ingenuine smile and stance in every picture? With the exception of the rare celebrity [Keira Knightley, for example], I feel they lack the talent or experience to actually carry the cover without it looking cheesy and typical. Leave that to the tabloids or entertainment magazines!
I don't mean to sound elitest, by the way. I just believe in fashion for fashion's sake and this cover is a step in that direction. Hopefully it won't be the last.
Who's next - Vlada, Sasha, Lily D, Rachel?
Opinions?
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Everyday should be a holiday from real
Yesterday was a pretty good day.
It was my dad's birthday, and all the big bosses at work were at some conference in a different state, so there was virtually no work all day except for a few things to copy and two transmittals. In other words, I got paid more than $100 yesterday for sitting on my computer, either going on the internet or writing my story, while trying to look like I was working, but in fact couldn't because there was no work to be done. A pretty good, and slightly boring, situation to be had. I did get to the fifth chapter of my book, though, which is pretty nice, and I'm probably about halfway through. [When I say "book," I really mean a long story that I write for fun when I have too many ideas in my head.]
Dad decided to take me out for sushi, naturally, on his birthday. We took a very long lunch and went to a place in the middle of Worcester. The food was pretty excellent. The guy "found out" it was his birtday and brought him the large sake for the price of the small. For dessert, dad got some banana/ice cream/cookie thing and I couldn't decided between the Green Tea Ice Cream and the Lemon Sorbet. The waitor, who was very sweet, said that I "didn't have to choose" and brought out both for me, which I devoured, for the price of one.
This is definitely not New York.
I spent the rest of the day [obviously] not doing any work, and finished it off with a family dinner/cake and smores at my friend's house.
Successful, no? If only everyday could be so easy.
Tonight... retirement dinner for a Polish man I have never met at some pub in this city, which inevitably means I will be getting home very, very late. Curse you, car pool.
Dear sister [if you're even my sister anymore?],
Please respond to my texts and calls soon. I am coming into New York City tomorrow for the weekend, and I've heard rumors that you might be coming home at the same time?
If your purpose is to avoid me by not ever responding, well that's okay I guess. If you are dead then I guess you have a pretty good excuse, but I'm still angry you didn't tell me first. Since apparently I have to resort to a message on my blog to communicate with you, I will tell you that I am staying with my friend in Jersey - right outside the city - and we'll be coming in to look [and find] an apartment on at least two of the days I will be there. So there it is.
If I see you, which would be nice, then I'll see you. If not, then have fun in the countryside? :(
Love,
Space Alien
It was my dad's birthday, and all the big bosses at work were at some conference in a different state, so there was virtually no work all day except for a few things to copy and two transmittals. In other words, I got paid more than $100 yesterday for sitting on my computer, either going on the internet or writing my story, while trying to look like I was working, but in fact couldn't because there was no work to be done. A pretty good, and slightly boring, situation to be had. I did get to the fifth chapter of my book, though, which is pretty nice, and I'm probably about halfway through. [When I say "book," I really mean a long story that I write for fun when I have too many ideas in my head.]
Dad decided to take me out for sushi, naturally, on his birthday. We took a very long lunch and went to a place in the middle of Worcester. The food was pretty excellent. The guy "found out" it was his birtday and brought him the large sake for the price of the small. For dessert, dad got some banana/ice cream/cookie thing and I couldn't decided between the Green Tea Ice Cream and the Lemon Sorbet. The waitor, who was very sweet, said that I "didn't have to choose" and brought out both for me, which I devoured, for the price of one.
This is definitely not New York.
I spent the rest of the day [obviously] not doing any work, and finished it off with a family dinner/cake and smores at my friend's house.
Successful, no? If only everyday could be so easy.
Tonight... retirement dinner for a Polish man I have never met at some pub in this city, which inevitably means I will be getting home very, very late. Curse you, car pool.
Dear sister [if you're even my sister anymore?],
Please respond to my texts and calls soon. I am coming into New York City tomorrow for the weekend, and I've heard rumors that you might be coming home at the same time?
If your purpose is to avoid me by not ever responding, well that's okay I guess. If you are dead then I guess you have a pretty good excuse, but I'm still angry you didn't tell me first. Since apparently I have to resort to a message on my blog to communicate with you, I will tell you that I am staying with my friend in Jersey - right outside the city - and we'll be coming in to look [and find] an apartment on at least two of the days I will be there. So there it is.
If I see you, which would be nice, then I'll see you. If not, then have fun in the countryside? :(
Love,
Space Alien
Monday, June 25, 2007
You both kicked off your shoes...
Why does everyone assign the blame to other people in the business world? Even if sometimes it's obvious that it was no one's fault.
Also, why are other people blamed when I have a question about how to do something, since I am still fairly new and have not been introduced to everything? It's just a question, I wasn't finding someone else's fault.
I don't like how everyone is so quick to jump on the "It wasn't me!" bandwagon. Geez, if people didn't blame everyone else then it wouldn't be an issue. Most of the time, the reason something can't be found, etc, is because one of the many other large companies we deal with has not sent necessary files or is late with an email. If anything, they should be blamed, not someone internally who is chastised for "not getting on their ass."
It's just so ridiculous.
In other news, due to lack of interesting things, I translated the chorus of Fircracker by Ryan Adams into Japanese with my limited skills:
[Original English]
Well, everybody wants to go forever
I just want to burn out hard and bright
I just want to be your firecracker
And maybe be your baby tonight
[My Japanese]
Oyamaa, minna-san wa eien ni ikitai
Watashi wa muzukashi to higari wo shitai
Watashi wa anata no huaiyakuraka wo aritai
Soshite konya anata no agachan wo aritai
[Translated English]
Well, everyone want to go forever
I want to do it difficult and light
I want to be your firecracker
And want to be your baby tonight
hahaha Not quite the same, eh? Some [or a lot] of it is wrong, but I tried. If you want to fix it, fluent Japanese speakers, feel free!
Next step: the whole song!
Also, why are other people blamed when I have a question about how to do something, since I am still fairly new and have not been introduced to everything? It's just a question, I wasn't finding someone else's fault.
I don't like how everyone is so quick to jump on the "It wasn't me!" bandwagon. Geez, if people didn't blame everyone else then it wouldn't be an issue. Most of the time, the reason something can't be found, etc, is because one of the many other large companies we deal with has not sent necessary files or is late with an email. If anything, they should be blamed, not someone internally who is chastised for "not getting on their ass."
It's just so ridiculous.
In other news, due to lack of interesting things, I translated the chorus of Fircracker by Ryan Adams into Japanese with my limited skills:
[Original English]
Well, everybody wants to go forever
I just want to burn out hard and bright
I just want to be your firecracker
And maybe be your baby tonight
[My Japanese]
Oyamaa, minna-san wa eien ni ikitai
Watashi wa muzukashi to higari wo shitai
Watashi wa anata no huaiyakuraka wo aritai
Soshite konya anata no agachan wo aritai
[Translated English]
Well, everyone want to go forever
I want to do it difficult and light
I want to be your firecracker
And want to be your baby tonight
hahaha Not quite the same, eh? Some [or a lot] of it is wrong, but I tried. If you want to fix it, fluent Japanese speakers, feel free!
Next step: the whole song!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
You were holding my trust like a child
Yesterday my first paycheck was waiting for me when I got home from work.
It was probably the most genuinely happy moment of the last few weeks. It was also the biggest paycheck I have ever recieved... and it was for just one week. Two weeks from then it will be double.
Right now, I am planning to move into my new apartment around August 12-14. Is there a way to start an apartment lease in the middle of a month? That would be best, as far as when paychecks come, school starts, etc.
If I calculated right [and I stick to the budget I created!], then I will have spending money until the first week of December, without having secured a job yet. That's including my purchases of a hair straightener, digital camera, and iPod; which I think are all necessities in the city. You know.
But I do plan on job hunting the first week I'm in the city, leaving all that leftover as extra spending/leisure money.
I have a plan. I have a plan. I have a plan.
Just watch, I am going to look back at this in late October when the money runs out and not understand where I went wrong...
It was probably the most genuinely happy moment of the last few weeks. It was also the biggest paycheck I have ever recieved... and it was for just one week. Two weeks from then it will be double.
Right now, I am planning to move into my new apartment around August 12-14. Is there a way to start an apartment lease in the middle of a month? That would be best, as far as when paychecks come, school starts, etc.
If I calculated right [and I stick to the budget I created!], then I will have spending money until the first week of December, without having secured a job yet. That's including my purchases of a hair straightener, digital camera, and iPod; which I think are all necessities in the city. You know.
But I do plan on job hunting the first week I'm in the city, leaving all that leftover as extra spending/leisure money.
I have a plan. I have a plan. I have a plan.
Just watch, I am going to look back at this in late October when the money runs out and not understand where I went wrong...
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Inspired by Mary-Kate and Ashley
My twin brother did something really cute today.
I'm fairly protective of him. I'm not sure why, but probably because I was the slightly more outgoing one [though still pretty reserved] and for some reason I made friends easier when we were young. If anyone even says something remotely bad about him that doesn't actually know him, I go into this weird mood where I will just stop the conversation and defend him or walk away altogether.
I've always thought he didn't care about really anything, he's very passive. But today he called me from work and reminded me to do something I had to do. Even though I had already done it, it was still very cute.
I'm fairly protective of him. I'm not sure why, but probably because I was the slightly more outgoing one [though still pretty reserved] and for some reason I made friends easier when we were young. If anyone even says something remotely bad about him that doesn't actually know him, I go into this weird mood where I will just stop the conversation and defend him or walk away altogether.
I've always thought he didn't care about really anything, he's very passive. But today he called me from work and reminded me to do something I had to do. Even though I had already done it, it was still very cute.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Cracks in a photograph
I broke my nose a few years ago and ever since it has not been the same.
Today, I looked in the mirror and the lighting was on it, as it sometimes is, just so that it highlights the break. I got mad and I trie to fix it. I realized it has been years and has already healed crooked, so it would have to be re-broken and fixed. In the end, all I got was a headache.
On the way home from work I started to cry. I cried because I will never have the nose that I had before. When I meet someone, especially for the first time, I position myself [either sitting or standing] so that they are looking me straight on or only on my good side, and I can usually manipulate how I'm sitting so the light can't catch the break.
Most people say they can't notice, but I don't believe it's true for people who actually look.
Then I started crying even harder.
I'm sick. How can I put so much thought into this problem everyday? I'm not even sure it's conscious anymore. Just today I sat down for lunch and I moved my chair slightly so the person to the left of me wouldn't have to look at my awful nose.
But it's not just my nose that I hide, is it? It's my left ear, which I disguise by never wearing my hair up. It's my height, the fact that I'm only 5'8" in reality, which I try to hide by always standing as tall as I can. It's my jutting hipbones, which I never expose unless I have to. Those things are okay, I can hide them. I can't hide my nose.That made me cry harder, still.
It's past being self-critical, I'm actually embarrassed of those things enough to hide them. I would give anything to be one of those girls who thinks she's the most beautiful person in the world, even though she's not - and it's not something she tells herself, it's something she truely believes.
That can't be normal.
Today, I looked in the mirror and the lighting was on it, as it sometimes is, just so that it highlights the break. I got mad and I trie to fix it. I realized it has been years and has already healed crooked, so it would have to be re-broken and fixed. In the end, all I got was a headache.
On the way home from work I started to cry. I cried because I will never have the nose that I had before. When I meet someone, especially for the first time, I position myself [either sitting or standing] so that they are looking me straight on or only on my good side, and I can usually manipulate how I'm sitting so the light can't catch the break.
Most people say they can't notice, but I don't believe it's true for people who actually look.
Then I started crying even harder.
I'm sick. How can I put so much thought into this problem everyday? I'm not even sure it's conscious anymore. Just today I sat down for lunch and I moved my chair slightly so the person to the left of me wouldn't have to look at my awful nose.
But it's not just my nose that I hide, is it? It's my left ear, which I disguise by never wearing my hair up. It's my height, the fact that I'm only 5'8" in reality, which I try to hide by always standing as tall as I can. It's my jutting hipbones, which I never expose unless I have to. Those things are okay, I can hide them. I can't hide my nose.That made me cry harder, still.
It's past being self-critical, I'm actually embarrassed of those things enough to hide them. I would give anything to be one of those girls who thinks she's the most beautiful person in the world, even though she's not - and it's not something she tells herself, it's something she truely believes.
That can't be normal.
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
Someone said this Russian saying to a model acquaintance of mine recently:
"мужик не собака, на кости не бросается."
(a man is not a dog, he doesn't jump at a pile of bones.)
Wow. That would have made me cry in he had said that to me, and she was upset by it.
Would it be socially acceptable if a comment similar to that was made to [or about] an overweight person? No.
Why is there a double standard when it comes to weight?
"мужик не собака, на кости не бросается."
(a man is not a dog, he doesn't jump at a pile of bones.)
Wow. That would have made me cry in he had said that to me, and she was upset by it.
Would it be socially acceptable if a comment similar to that was made to [or about] an overweight person? No.
Why is there a double standard when it comes to weight?
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
I hate this city, perhaps because I associate it with 10-hour work days, ugly buildings, and poorly planned roadways.
I hate this state, simply because it's neither of the places I relate myself to.
I hate these drivers, these awful, dangerous drivers. But I've never had to be a confident driver, anyway.
I want nothing more than to be back in New York, making my almost daily afternoon walk up West Broadway in the sun, and saying "hi" all my friends [Dolce & Gabbana, Ralph Lauren, Prada]. I dream about it. Really.
I keep telling myself I'm just working this town for all it's worth. My plan; I will be out of the office by August 1st, moving into my new apartment in New York with my real-life friends, in Chicago for Lollapalooza on the 3rd with Sara, and job searching when I get back in the city, but with a certain amount of leeway because of this banging summer job.
This will require me to save the money that I am making [with the exceptional purchases of a new digital camera, a plane ticket to Chi-town, and the music festival tickets], and that's possibly what I'm worst at.
How old am I again?
I hate this state, simply because it's neither of the places I relate myself to.
I hate these drivers, these awful, dangerous drivers. But I've never had to be a confident driver, anyway.
I want nothing more than to be back in New York, making my almost daily afternoon walk up West Broadway in the sun, and saying "hi" all my friends [Dolce & Gabbana, Ralph Lauren, Prada]. I dream about it. Really.
I keep telling myself I'm just working this town for all it's worth. My plan; I will be out of the office by August 1st, moving into my new apartment in New York with my real-life friends, in Chicago for Lollapalooza on the 3rd with Sara, and job searching when I get back in the city, but with a certain amount of leeway because of this banging summer job.
This will require me to save the money that I am making [with the exceptional purchases of a new digital camera, a plane ticket to Chi-town, and the music festival tickets], and that's possibly what I'm worst at.
How old am I again?
Ladies on the corner want to borrow your smokes
...as if returning em' would do any good.
I mostly made this journal as an incentive to remember to read my sister's journal everyday, but I do plan on updating frequently.
I'm and 18-year old college student. Connecticut is the past, Manhattan is the present. I also hate introductions...
I mostly made this journal as an incentive to remember to read my sister's journal everyday, but I do plan on updating frequently.
I'm and 18-year old college student. Connecticut is the past, Manhattan is the present. I also hate introductions...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)