I’m alive! August 27, 2007

Hello hello! I’ve finally moved back to school and it’s been a crazy busy week! :whooo: My roomies are delightful, all two of them, though slightly crazy round the edges. Well, one is slightly more crazy than simply slightly crazy. It’ll be like one massive sleepover for two semester. Aweeesome!

I wish you could see our room. It’s beautiful. And colorful. And cozy. And full of wonderful lights. Maybe I’ll post pictures. Maybe not. We’ll see.

Classes start tomorrow–at 11:30 for me! Mwahahaha. I love my schedule. I’m a good scheduler. My schedule last semester kicked bum as well. This one, though. No class before 11, ever. Finished by 4:00 at the latest on Monday and Wednesday. Hahaha. Poor darling who have to wake up for an 8:15 (or, worse, at 7:50) (ouch). Like my boy. Ha. Poor dear.

S’all for this particular moment in time. <3

August 22, 2007

I <3 my interns.

Anyway, off to Richmond tomorrow around 10:30 a.m. ish. Very very very excited, although I’m not sure what I’ll be doing all day. Maybe I’ll go wander around Stony Point. Have some ice cream. Pet the puppies. Actually, it’s supposed to be hot, so…might want to scratch that.

Well. I’ve not got much more to say. V. grammatical today, I know.
Love to you all, whoever you all may be. Shall soon be saying ya’ll. Don’t be surprised.

I think I discovered why I can’t sleep. August 10, 2007

Why can’t I, you ask? I asked myself the same question, morning after morning, and I think I’ve arrived at my answer: I am in full freak out mode. Not like spaz-mode or anything, just worry about everything that I possibly can even though things will be fine mode. Yeah, that last one. What do I worry about?

1. Starting September 1st, I will be a paid editor for hangPROUD which ROCKS. It also kinda sucks, too, because HP isn’t withholding taxes from my paycheck, which means I have to do it. Myself. Me. (I still don’t have the whole credit card theory down yet. I need a math class. Badly.)

2. At 3:00 one morning, I decided to make a mental list of everything I need to buy for school. I got to Post Its, and then, all I could think about for another hour was Post Its. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot…

3. School schedule. I have a kick bum schedule. It rocks, really. But I keep having dreams (just like I have before each semester) that somehow, I will forget a really important class. And always, in these dreams, the campus is totally not the Richmond campus. It always starts off like Richmond (well, it has the big hill that leads up to LoRo), and then it gets crazy weird. Last night, the Deanery turned into a MASSIVE gym. And about a week ago, their was this weird subway system that you had to use to get from one building to the other. I woke up fairly confident that I could use the subway in NY, for some reason, but was petrified that I had missed something important.

4. After dabbling with Ed2010 and reading all of the posts by other neurotic wannabe editors, I am freaking out (again) about: Getting a job as an editor, whether I want to be in print or online or in publishing, wondering if I’m any good at what I do, if I’ll be able to support myself, possibly not wanting to live in NYC, whether I should suck it up and major in journalism…it goes on and on.

5. Theatre. I don’t think I want to do it (the major) anymore. And I don’t want to take PS2, really, but I feel obligated. Which sucks. And I really want to be involved, but at the same time, thanks to all of the ED2010 people, I feel like I need to spend more time working on my “craft” and less time “playing” with my theatre people but I LOVE my theatre people. But I think I would die if I tried to do both.

6. And finally, the future. Career aside, because I really am confident that I’ll be able to do what I want to do, whatever that is…what about my family? I want to get married soon after college, I want to be a young mother, and I really want to be there for my kids. I don’t want to be stuck in a job that I may love but might force me to be constantly at work. And then there’s other things that I really ought not to worry about that extend this whole dilemma, but of course, I worry about them anyway.

So, in short, all of these reasons are why I cannot sleep.

Craigslist Chuckles August 6, 2007

So, I’m bored as heck waiting for it to be midnight so I can update HP and go to bed. What do I do to pass the time? Look at Craigslist, of course, as though I don’t have enough things to do… The plus side of this, however, is the amusing tidbits I dig up. Check it out:

On the NY Writing/Editing Jobs Board:
** Hi:

I am looking for a person to help me find a perfect woman. Do you want to earn $15 an hour searching Match.com for me for a partner? I would like you to perform a targeted Match.com search under my ID, send an introduction note and reply to the responses. I will give you my search criteria and you will do the work for me. I am not sure how many hours it will take you, but I will guarantee a minimum of 25 hours, once I see your work. It could go on much longer if I like the results. I am able to see your progress and will work with you as we go on. I am able to spend 3 hours a night and do not make a dent in the woman in our area. Let me know if you are up to it. Send me an example of a sample message, so I can get an idea of your style. It doesn’t have to be about me. You could tell me if you have had any experience doing something like this. I am a good guy, who just doesn’t have the time to do the searching. I will pay you via PayPal, so you can be sure to get paid. We can set-up a payment plan that suits you. If you require a cash payment, I work in Manhattan and live in Queens, so we could meet this way as well. My e-mail is ***@*****.com.

Thanks and speak soon. ***

**Names changes to protect the very guilty.

“I am a good guy who just doesn’t have the time to do the searching”? Oh yeah, that will really attract the perfect woman, right? Great attitude. Why not get a mail order bride, eh?

And, as a side note, I HATE it when people talk about “growing a business”. Hate it. I understand why they do it, but I think it’s stupid. A business is not a flower. It’s a business. Some businesses are similar to weeds, yes, but still. Stop growing businesses. Please.

Oh, oh. Here’s another. Not as amusing as the first though. You be warned:

**Blog based in NYC seeking *funny* pets articles. We have a few ideas, and we’ll also consider your pitches. These will almost NEVER be fiction, but rather reporting on real events and real people/pets from a humorous angle, sort of like The Onion meets New York Dog magazine.***

Um. The Onion is fiction. Hysterical stuff though. I wrote a crap essay on my AP Lang test based on an Onion article. Total crap. Got a 5 though.

That’s it for now!

I think I scare people. August 4, 2007

Seriously, I do. Like the sales associates at Bath and Body Works. I was in there today, buying some of my favorite minty lip gloss (C.O. Bigelow Spearmint Mentha Lip Shine is AWESOME, and tasty), and you know how they kind of attack you in there? Well, let me jog your memory. They’ve got sales girls stationed at strategic points throughout the store, from the door all the way to the back cash wrap. And each and every one bombards you: “Hello, how are you, welcome to Bath and Body Works, are you finding everything okay? My name is ____, let me know if I can help you. Oh, and we’ve got this new line, _____, you’ve got to try it! Would you like a free sample?” On and on and on.

Now, this is good, if over-eager, salesmanship, so whatever. They’re doing their job. And most people probably just turn away after a nervous little smile and maybe a “thanks” or, “fine, and you?” That’s what they’re used to. How do I know? I’ve been there. Well, not there exactly, but I’ve worked retail. And it made me really mad when people would either act all mousy, or ignore you. So when I go shopping, I’m purposely friendly. Friendly to the point of bubbling over. And I’m loud, too. They can’t ignore me or pretend like they didn’t hear me asking how they’re doing. And some try to, which is really frustrating.

The most enjoyable thing about my overzealous shopping experiences, however, are the looks and responses I get. Some people are really friendly back, some take a moment or so to realize that they’re talking to a real live interested person, but most are scared to death. Shocked, terrified, it’s all the same. I mean, who expect the itty bitty, 5′2” brunette to be the friendly customer? Not many, apparently.

S’all good fun, though, making people run away and making other people smile. You should try it some time.

Do you ever just want to scream? August 1, 2007

With frustration, that is? Well I do, and the urge has particularly seized me and held me hostage from all of the work that I really should be doing. So, I’ve decided to vent. This is the grand, ever evolving list of my pet peeves. Please note that it is not all-inclusive and even if something isn’t on the list, it may still bother me. Beware! :mwahahaha:

1. Cracking bones. I had one boyfriend who would hug me and that crack every bone in his back. Ewwww. We weren’t together for very long, needless to say. Fingers? Fine. Knuckles? Okay. Really need to pop something back into place or to relieve pressure? Whatever. But don’t do it on purpose and don’t do it like a bone-cracking maniac! And don’t do it just to piss me off, all of you people sitting there reading this with an evil, mischievous grin on your faces.

2. Chewing. Okay, I know this sounds stupid, but I hate listening to people eat, especially when I’m not eating anything myself. :shiver:

3. Not responding to emails. Acknowledge work that needs to be done, people! Even if it’s just, “Okay, thanks for the advice, I’ll do my best.” I don’t need a novel, I just want something that will tell me that A. you received my email in the first place and B. you understand what I want you to do and C. you are willing to do it.

4. Waiting for people to come online when they promised they would, and who then don’t show. Errrg.

—We interrupt this message for another random news bulletin—

Oh oh ohhh! Whoopie Goldberg is the new moderator on The View! Woot!

—A notice from the writer: listing my pet peeves has further enraged me to the point at which I can no longer write coherently.—

Just kidding. I think I was ADD in a former life, and that spirit comes back to toy with my workload.