Wasn't it you who spoke the words?
Jun. 19th, 2007 02:54 amToday was one of those days that started out disappointing and turned pretty good. Haha, as
splits_thesky knows I had planned on going downtown today. I actually did wake up at 7:45am, but I did one of my "ah, it's a free concert and going alone isn't really that fun and hey this dream kicks reality's ass" moments and went back to sleep. I woke up at 1:13pm.
I wanted to watch the first two Bourne movies, but with the constant interruption in my house it took three hours to just watch one. So I washed my hair (the whole process from wash to done is five hours) and then just watched TV with my mom. She couldn't find the Yankees game, and while I understood her anger at not being able to watch it, this meant I wasn't bored to tears and could stay in the living room longer. But around 11pm I did get bored and found two (TWO!!) Mac Life magazines my dad had not shown me. So I read those cover to cover and realized that I am a true techno-geek. (Really, their article about the Apple TV of the future gave me goosebumps-- and not just because the "TV" was showing The Departed.)
So anyway, when I'm alone to my thoughts on days like this without a earworm (I tried washing some Toby Keith, Jason Mraz and Amy Winehouse in, none stuck) I think A LOT. Sometimes it gets me emotional, sometimes it gets me angry and sometimes I just come to a revelation. Today was all three.
And this is the revelation. I'm 21. (OMG NO WAI!) But seriously, instead of amassing years in stores like GameStop or Barnes N Nobles like I was aiming for, I think I should start focusing on internships. I'm one of those people who want to work in a cubicle, with my own computer, own desk, own phone. I want to wear business attire and look grown up for once in my life with some semblance of professionalism. Let's forget the fact that I own no business attire for the moment.
Tomorrow I'm heading to my school (I have the urge to call it uni or university but damnit, CUNY isn't a university) to figure out why there's a stop on my account so I can register for fall classes and then stopping by the nail salon to hopefully see that hot guy and then going job hunting for serious. My nephew is almost done with school and the house is crowded as it is, they don't need my useless face around. I'm better off at work being productive.
Any ideas on places to intern in the journalism or film production fields?
Enough about me. What post of mine would be complete without randomness?
1. This Jacket video is amazing. Even if you don't watch Lost, the editing is amazing.
2. What the frak, there's some WEIRD *NSYNC fic out there. The ones I'm trying to find are pretty tame in comparison. OH MY POOR EYES. You know, it's funny. As much as I adored him, Lance was the only one I could read slash about back then. But not with Joey. That would be awkward. And did you know that my dad still thinks I don't care for the boys anymore. Because my fangirling over Joey on DWTS wasn't obvious? Dane Cook Zach Braff, Matthew Broderick... maybe. I will never stop loving *NSYNC (haha win, that put TWO *NSYNC songs in my head.)
3. AWW Ben and Matt.
Lia
P.S. Rec me some music! I obviously need some new tunes.
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I wanted to watch the first two Bourne movies, but with the constant interruption in my house it took three hours to just watch one. So I washed my hair (the whole process from wash to done is five hours) and then just watched TV with my mom. She couldn't find the Yankees game, and while I understood her anger at not being able to watch it, this meant I wasn't bored to tears and could stay in the living room longer. But around 11pm I did get bored and found two (TWO!!) Mac Life magazines my dad had not shown me. So I read those cover to cover and realized that I am a true techno-geek. (Really, their article about the Apple TV of the future gave me goosebumps-- and not just because the "TV" was showing The Departed.)
So anyway, when I'm alone to my thoughts on days like this without a earworm (I tried washing some Toby Keith, Jason Mraz and Amy Winehouse in, none stuck) I think A LOT. Sometimes it gets me emotional, sometimes it gets me angry and sometimes I just come to a revelation. Today was all three.
And this is the revelation. I'm 21. (OMG NO WAI!) But seriously, instead of amassing years in stores like GameStop or Barnes N Nobles like I was aiming for, I think I should start focusing on internships. I'm one of those people who want to work in a cubicle, with my own computer, own desk, own phone. I want to wear business attire and look grown up for once in my life with some semblance of professionalism. Let's forget the fact that I own no business attire for the moment.
Tomorrow I'm heading to my school (I have the urge to call it uni or university but damnit, CUNY isn't a university) to figure out why there's a stop on my account so I can register for fall classes and then stopping by the nail salon to hopefully see that hot guy and then going job hunting for serious. My nephew is almost done with school and the house is crowded as it is, they don't need my useless face around. I'm better off at work being productive.
Any ideas on places to intern in the journalism or film production fields?
Enough about me. What post of mine would be complete without randomness?
1. This Jacket video is amazing. Even if you don't watch Lost, the editing is amazing.
2. What the frak, there's some WEIRD *NSYNC fic out there. The ones I'm trying to find are pretty tame in comparison. OH MY POOR EYES. You know, it's funny. As much as I adored him, Lance was the only one I could read slash about back then. But not with Joey. That would be awkward. And did you know that my dad still thinks I don't care for the boys anymore. Because my fangirling over Joey on DWTS wasn't obvious? Dane Cook Zach Braff, Matthew Broderick... maybe. I will never stop loving *NSYNC (haha win, that put TWO *NSYNC songs in my head.)
3. AWW Ben and Matt.
Lia
P.S. Rec me some music! I obviously need some new tunes.