Wednesday, May 21, 2008

why take it fast? i take it slow.

i graduated on monday, so there's that. congrats to everyone else that has/will soon!

surprisingly, despite having to wait for an hour and a half in the basement of the wang theatre, the ceremony really wasn't bad, and in fact, it was pretty funny courtesy of a hilarious speech by our 30-something year-old valedictorian and the commencement speaker who was the president of mtv. so emerson. i didn't fall, and they pronounced my last name right! guess they listened to my message on the "pronounciation hotline" after all.

i went on my first (and strangest) job interview yesterday at an ad agency in the backwoods of connecticut. oh my god, it was in an office park. oh my god, i felt like i was thrown back into 1992. oh my god, there was a creative department of four people and i would be replacing the one writer they had. oh my god, i wore a nice top and sweater and pinstripe pants and the creative director remarked, "oh, i'm glad you didn't dress up."what the eff?! oh my god, i had to sit through their awful reel of TV ads with him. no. can i get into grad school now?

graduation party this weekend, then off to the south on my birthday next week. hooray!

p.s. david c. or david a. for the win on idol?! i'm calling cook, though archuleta killed it last night.

Friday, May 16, 2008

shut up and let me go!

welp, i FINALLY finished my VCU application the other day...and all 2o writing assignments later, it feels pretty good. i do sort of wish that i had applied earlier, though, since i'll have about two weeks from when i find out if i got in to find a place in richmond and move down there. ohhh well.

i went out with alissa last night in celebration/sadness of her moving to florida (but hey, i might be down south soon enough, too) and in our grand tradition of drinks and dessert at chain restaurants, we went to longhorn. pomegranate martinis and golden nugget fried cheesecake? yes PLEASE (i know it sounds kind of gross together, but it was glorious.)

on the book front, i just finished how starbucks saved my life, which is coincidentally about a guy who got laid off from his big-wig job at an ad agency in nyc in his early 60s- gee, that makes me really optimistic- and then has nowhere to turn besides a job as a barista at starbucks. he's the only old white guy amongst a bunch of young black kids, and it's a pretty good story. but then, i started reading all of these bad reviews about it (it was a huge ad for starbucks, he just wrote the book so he could make enough money to stop working there, etc.) and it made me start doubting it. hey, he could still be sincere, right? riiiight?? whatever. now, upon the recommendation of my dear boyfriend who happens to have scary-similar taste in books, i've started but enough about me by rolling stone columnist jancee dunn, which is nothing short of hysterical so far.

also, has anyone bothered to check out the real world: hollywood yet? i haven't watched the damn thing since the san diego season, but i really think this one is so fantastic so far for some reason. the 'roided-up guido that already left for rehab? the tacky stripper without a heart of gold? the holier-than-thou male model that plays twisted tricks on his housemates? sign me up.

i'm still in a music drought for the most part, but there has been some light at the end of the tunnel as of late: a bunch of new phantom planet songs ("dropped" and "leave yourself for somebody else"), "showstopper" by the salteens, and um....yeah, actually that's about it. and the mtv hits channel has just been giving me some laughs.

i feel like i should have graduated like, a week ago. i literally can't wait to walk across that stage on monday.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

an ode to the bitch at hair cosmopolitan.

i'm usually pretty even-keeled, and let things slide, but i need to sound off about this one because it happened today and it's fresh in my mind.

i'm so terribly, terribly sorry that my mom and i happened to wander into the store that YOU WORK IN at the pheasant lane mall, and that she interrupted your incredibly difficult task of thinking about which nail polish color to get when you replace your tips next week to politely ask where a certain hairspray was located. "did you look in the paul brown section?" you asked with a disgusted look on your face. well, we didn't SEE the paul brown section, idiot. that's why we're asking you. you groan, get up, and lead us over to the section, point at it, and walk away. thanks a million! i was already hating you, and you managed to make it so much worse.

when my mom finds the hairspray she was looking for, she realizes that they're missing the caps. as she walks by you again, she mentions this fact- again, really politely- and asks if there is anything you can do, because she doesn't want it to spray in the bag or dry out so it's unusable- at $12.50 a bottle, it's not a ridiculous thing to ask about. "i don't know, they just don't have caps. it's NOT going to dry out. it only does that if it's CLOGGED," you shoot back, in the snottiest tone imaginable. um, no. i chime in, "uh, yes it will dry out." "well, i don't know. we don't have caps," and you huff and turn your back to us. nice. "someone's got an attitude problem," my mom remarks to the guy working at the counter. "welcome to my world," he says.

listen, honey, i'm sure you were a hoot at beauty school, and think you're the queen bee of a mall salon in NEW HAMPSHIRE, but i just want you to know that you're an idiot. not to mention, it was totally awesome to sit there laughing at us as we walked out. go fry yourself in another tanning bed, and don't forget to re-bleach that hair. your roots are showing.

...in other news, i went to get my copywriting portfolio reviewed at some swanky lounge event a couple of nights ago, and despite being ridiculously nervous, i enjoyed free heineken, shirley temples, and mini-burgers and met some other aspiring young ad folks while we waited in limbo for three hours for our turn to meet with three creative directors. fortunately, they liked me, they really liked me! and i got some really positive feedback on my stuff. plus a free t-shirt and a stuffed monkey that flies. sweeeet deal.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

come on kids, we're on the go now

to paraphrase a brilliant degrassi quote from a few weeks ago, "who's got two thumbs and is done with school?! this gal!" i must say, my last two presentations were fully anti-climactic, but i'm not complaining. time to frolic in the warm weather (once it ACTUALLY gets here), start my summer reading list, drink lemonade, and generally enjoy life before the real world rears its ugly head at me. holla.

on friday, my roommate erica and i finally got around to making it out to "my so-called 90s night" in allston, and it was the best time i've had in quite a while. well, minus the sketchballs that we let buy us beers and then promptly ditched when they asked us to dance- i know, i know, i'm cold. but "gangsta's paradise," "your woman," "semi-charmed life," and "mmmbop?" my rum-and-coke-addled brain could barely stand the sheer awesomeness of the playlist, and we danced 'til dawn...err, 2am. my favorite part was this dude who noticed me rapping the words to "what's my name?" by snoop dogg, and commented, "you CLEARLY know all of the words to this song," and checked in periodically with me to confirm who sang certain songs. too funny.

speaking of "mmmbop," i need to also take this time to acknowledge that (and i know, i've been saying this since 1997, but it's true) hanson is such a fucking sweet band. i've been hooked on their free itunes podcast called "taking the walk" that chronicles the making of their most recent album. which is interesting in its own right, but good lord, the things i would do to taylor.

also, my coffeemaker broke. bummmmmmer.