“Empire State of Mind” - Jay-Z and Alicia Keys
Best song of the year. And not just because he references Billboard Magazine.
This list is mostly true. Except for one of mine, which I think should be more like “College kids who are delusional enough to believe they’ll someday be rock writers.”
Chuck Klosterman
Boys who don’t read.
ens:
This website is too good and kind of accurate…
Margaret Atwood
Women whose favorite color is hunter green.
Sylvia Plath
Girls who keep journals (too easy).
Nick Hornby
Guys who wear skinny jeans and the girls that love them.
Vladimir Nabokov
Men who use words like ‘dubious’ and ‘tenacity’.
Alice Sebold
People who liked Gilmore Girls – even in the first season.
Is it any surprise that I am a big Alice Sebold fan? Mostly because I like to scare myself to death worrying about getting raped.
J.D. Salinger: Kids who don’t fit in (duh).
Thomas Pynchon: People who used to be fans of J.D. Salinger
Jenny Lewis & the Watson Twins, “Melt Your Heart”
“Nothing is ever as good as it was
And what’s good for your soul
Will be bad on your nerves if you reverse it”
I’ve heard of famous writers penning biographies for musicians, but I’ve never heard of famous musicians penning songs for writers. I wish this could be the case just once. I want nothing more but for Jenny Lewis to narrate my life in song. She writes the songs I have in my head. She speaks the truth. And she does it with such delicate fingers and the most comforting voice I have ever heard in my entire life.
God bless her.
I need a break from break.
I asked for my old job back at an on-campus Second Life lab. I’m a writer/design assistant/web lady. I’ve designed/written a poster since starting back last week, and I’m supposed to help one of our grad fellows write a sample recommendation letter. I ask my boss today, “What else do you need me to do after I finish this poster?” His response: “Well, I’ve been thinking that we need a new website. You can do that, right?”
I wanted to vomit. After that web design class last Q, I never want to make another site from scratch again.
And let’s not even go into how far behind I am on my own personal site.
Oy.
You need to learn how to be lazy.
Why would you ask for that job back? You’ve got a million others.
Silly girl :)
The simple answer? I like/need money.
The more complicated one? I have a very difficult time relaxing when I know I could be doing more. I have to earn my relaxation on an almost-daily basis.
I need a break from break.
I asked for my old job back at an on-campus Second Life lab. I’m a writer/design assistant/web lady. I’ve designed/written a poster since starting back last week, and I’m supposed to help one of our grad fellows write a sample recommendation letter. I ask my boss today, “What else do you need me to do after I finish this poster?” His response: “Well, I’ve been thinking that we need a new website. You can do that, right?”
I wanted to vomit. After that web design class last Q, I never want to make another site from scratch again.
And let’s not even go into how far behind I am on my own personal site.
Oy.
This time of the year is hard...
and I’ll tell you why.
I always feel a little unsure about gifts. It always feels weird when you add someone new or take someone off your Christmas list. It’s natural, though, I think.
I think the hardest aspect, though, is knowing if the other person is on the same page with the gift thing. I certainly don’t care if someone returns the thought with a gift if I’ve given one — that’s not it. But from my own experience being on the other side of that, it sort of just makes the other person feel guilty or embarrassed she didn’t get something for you. Ya know?
And then there’s the whole, “I just bought a $2000 Macbook and freelancing doesn’t pay nearly as much as it should” problem.
I wish me and my friends were all super rich and could afford to buy lovely little trinkets for everyone we know.
Lady Gaga.
If I see another weirdo picture or hear someone talk about how interesting she is one more time, I am going to scream.
I think she’s intriguing to some extent, but it has gotten out of control lately. It’s like she’s the only thing everyone wants to discuss.
I have never wanted to talk about Miley Cyrus so much in my life.
Tonight I saw "New York, I Love You"
and it kinda sucked. Half of the stories take place in Chinatown and the other half don’t take place in distinct/recognizable locations anyway. It’s like, here we are on some nondescript street corner smoking a cigarette. The plots within many of the short films are not terribly compelling, or if they were, I missed the point. Plus some of the dialogue was really cheesy, and Hayden Christiansen couldn’t portray on-screen chemistry with his real-life fiancee Rachel Bilson.
Best part of the whole thing was a bald Natalie Portman with a Jewish accent. And that wheelchair girl screwing some guy in the park.
You know how I knew it wasn’t too good? It didn’t even make me miss New York very much. It wasn’t the New York I know.
I had a dream last night that two girls who used to be mean to me in grade school (or maybe it was preschool) saw me at a water park and got up in my grill. Then I was all, BITCH YOU BETTER BACK DA FUCK OFF. Then they cut two holes in my bathing suit! I got so mad and tried to explain to them just how hard it is to find a drapey one-piece with pockets.
Thinking back on it, I’d say it’s damn near impossible to find a drapey one-piece with pockets. WTF.
writing, professionally.
I just talked to the director of the fellowship I received. I’m actually feeling a bit nervous, seeing as I haven’t worked full-time at a newspaper specifically since before college. I can handle that style of writing (newspaper features), seeing as I’m doing newspaper freelance currently, but this should be an interesting experience. It’s funny to me that I spent all of college perfecting my “new media” skills only to get an “old media” fellowship. I busted my ass to learn code and multimedia when I started out just wanting to be a writer, and now someone wants me to just be a writer.
Speaking of writing, I’ve been busting my ass doing it lately. My freelancing is going well, and it feels great to know that I have a skill I can take with me. I can pitch and write from anywhere I may go, all while wearing pajamas. I can’t explain how fulfilling it is to be paid to write. I know I’ve talked about this in the past, but it’s just one of the best feelings in the world.
I’m just happy. Life has been good lately.
SAY HELLO TO A BIG SIGH OF RELIEF!
I GOT THE PULLIAM JOURNALISM FELLOWSHIP! I’ll be at the Indianapolis Star/IndyStar.com/Metromix Indianapolis as a features/a&e fellow for 10 weeks after graduation.
Oh my god do I feel better.
- Me: you’re trouble
- Boy-person: i’m the kind you need.
- ***
- THAT IS THE CORRECT RESPONSE TO THAT STATEMENT.
- Those close to me know that I have a bad habit of telling boys that I like that they’re “trouble.” Most just laugh. But this, my friends, is the right thing with which to counter.
I’m feeling things more deeply lately. Watching films and wanting to cry every time something gets emotional. Listening to “Sea Change” and actually crying over the song from “Eternal Sunshine.” Feeling loved. Feeling comforted by little nothings. Getting irrationally angry over criticism and not-so-good news. It’s all just, feel feel feel.
I feel like I’m in menopause. Or just sort of semi-thawed.
Best of 2009.
I’ve started compiling my top albums of the year, since I know it will take me a while to widdle it down and I only have a few weeks. My tastes are even more hipster than I like to think.
The contenders: St. Vincent, Grizzly Bear, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, David Bazan, Heartless Bastards, White Rabbits, Metric, God Help the Girl, Andrew Bird, Kevin Devine, Sunset Rubdown, Avett Brothers.
WAAAAAY TOO HIPSTER
My boo calls me out. I usually have something more just, straight-up rock or pop albums that I enjoy, but it was a great year for indie.
Best of 2009.
I’ve started compiling my top albums of the year, since I know it will take me a while to widdle it down and I only have a few weeks. My tastes are even more hipster than I like to think.
The contenders: St. Vincent, Grizzly Bear, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, David Bazan, Heartless Bastards, White Rabbits, Metric, God Help the Girl, Andrew Bird, Kevin Devine, Sunset Rubdown, Avett Brothers.
