Thesis is done. I need a job. Also, a life.
New goal: become independently wealthy by my 23rd birthday so I don't have to do bitch work for egocentric producers, publishers, or writers. This gives me precisely ten days to make my millions. Why am I still wasting time on the internet?
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Almost Done
Why I love Southern California:
Life is pretty good. I'm almost done with my mémoire - probably only about 15 more pages to go, depending on how much patience I have left for Tom Stoppard. I've been spending all my time in Starbucks, and I'm convinced I've drunk all of Huntington Beach's iced tea.
I've decided not to blog about this whole weight loss thing. I don't want to be one of those people that only talks about whatever diet she's on, and it always seems to me that people that do, do it in part because they're fishing for compliments. It's something I'm doing myself, for no one but me, and as such, I don't think I really want to share it with everyone else. Also, if truth be told, I really can't stand talking about it. So there. Unless something extraordinarily funny or amusing happens, expect not to hear about it. Actually, expect not to hear a lot for a while, until I can figure out what I want to do with this thing. I'm going through a moral dilemma of whether to keep it or not, because it's pretty much only about me now, and I'm not that interesting, really. And thanks to Facebook and Myspace, anyone who wants to know what I'm up to can find out there. But I'm sure something will happen in the near future that annoys me or that I find interesting, seeing as how I live in the freak show that is Orange County.
Until next time....
Life is pretty good. I'm almost done with my mémoire - probably only about 15 more pages to go, depending on how much patience I have left for Tom Stoppard. I've been spending all my time in Starbucks, and I'm convinced I've drunk all of Huntington Beach's iced tea.
I've decided not to blog about this whole weight loss thing. I don't want to be one of those people that only talks about whatever diet she's on, and it always seems to me that people that do, do it in part because they're fishing for compliments. It's something I'm doing myself, for no one but me, and as such, I don't think I really want to share it with everyone else. Also, if truth be told, I really can't stand talking about it. So there. Unless something extraordinarily funny or amusing happens, expect not to hear about it. Actually, expect not to hear a lot for a while, until I can figure out what I want to do with this thing. I'm going through a moral dilemma of whether to keep it or not, because it's pretty much only about me now, and I'm not that interesting, really. And thanks to Facebook and Myspace, anyone who wants to know what I'm up to can find out there. But I'm sure something will happen in the near future that annoys me or that I find interesting, seeing as how I live in the freak show that is Orange County.
Until next time....
Thursday, July 3, 2008
(soon to be not-) Fat American in...America
I can't be bothered to put my thoughts into complete, coherent paragraphs today, so here you go:
-Why is it that when you unsubscribe to an email list, they send you an email confirming it? The point is I don't want any more goddamn emails from your stupid site, so stop sending me shit confirming that I told you to stop sending me shit! Jesus!
-Mémoire writing is going slowly and very painfully. I am so done with this shit I cannot even begin to tell you. Basically, I am ready for it to be over and for my life to start again. Or just for it to start, period. I figure I'm about 20-25% done, and if I step it up tomorrow, I could be almost halfway done by the end of the week.
-I signed up for the same weight loss program my mom is doing, and I'm pretty terrified, for many many reasons. At some point there will be some sort of breakdown, and you'll probably hear all about it because I tend to overshare. And it will probably be hilarious because, oh holy God, the people at this clinic are CRAZY. (I got blood drawn today and I'm convinced the nurse doing it was a rookie, since she went through every step and explained every little thing to me, like I was a 10 year old child. "Now I'm going to invert these ten times and then I'll get your Band-Aid. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.)
-I've reached the point where I never want to move away from California ever ever again. It's been an unwavering 75 degrees and crystal clear since I got home, and it makes me almost sublimely happy not to have to keep all the windows open in the house while I shvitz myself to death after climbing a mountain of stairs. Sometimes you have to deal with douchebags and idiots, but it's a trade off, really.
-Public libraries are really....interesting places. Calm enough to do work in, but just sketchy enough to not want to let your kids run around by themselves.
-Why is it that when you unsubscribe to an email list, they send you an email confirming it? The point is I don't want any more goddamn emails from your stupid site, so stop sending me shit confirming that I told you to stop sending me shit! Jesus!
-Mémoire writing is going slowly and very painfully. I am so done with this shit I cannot even begin to tell you. Basically, I am ready for it to be over and for my life to start again. Or just for it to start, period. I figure I'm about 20-25% done, and if I step it up tomorrow, I could be almost halfway done by the end of the week.
-I signed up for the same weight loss program my mom is doing, and I'm pretty terrified, for many many reasons. At some point there will be some sort of breakdown, and you'll probably hear all about it because I tend to overshare. And it will probably be hilarious because, oh holy God, the people at this clinic are CRAZY. (I got blood drawn today and I'm convinced the nurse doing it was a rookie, since she went through every step and explained every little thing to me, like I was a 10 year old child. "Now I'm going to invert these ten times and then I'll get your Band-Aid. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.)
-I've reached the point where I never want to move away from California ever ever again. It's been an unwavering 75 degrees and crystal clear since I got home, and it makes me almost sublimely happy not to have to keep all the windows open in the house while I shvitz myself to death after climbing a mountain of stairs. Sometimes you have to deal with douchebags and idiots, but it's a trade off, really.
-Public libraries are really....interesting places. Calm enough to do work in, but just sketchy enough to not want to let your kids run around by themselves.
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