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.
Monday, July 30, 2007
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?
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