Quick Updates

  • I’m still here. Still alive. Still kicking. Bored out of my mind, but here.
  • I applied to dozens of places, looking for summer work. No one hired me. Ah well.
  • I’m thinking of studying in London during one semester of my junior year. This means I have to work extra hard this upcoming year to boost my GPA so I can get into the better of the three available schools. More on that at a different time.
  • I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower. As I read it, I was enthralled, but when I finished it, I realized I didn’t really like it as much as I thought I would. Maybe it’s better suited for younger teens and I’m just too old and jaded for that. The playlist Charlie gives in the book is quite nice, however. 
  • On a related note, I’m planning on watching the film adaptation of Perks because it’s a pretty well-known fact that I have a massive girl-crush on Emma Watson. (And Kate Middleton, but that’s a different story.)
  • I’m now attempting to read Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace. I’ve never encountered a book I had difficulty reading… until now. Onward.
  • I HAVE TANLINES! Thank goodness. 😀 If nothing else comes from this summer, I’ll at least be nice and brown come my return to school in August.
It makes me a little sad that I’ve left this blog inactive for such an extended period of time, so if anyone has any ideas of something I could blog about, please let me know!
Cheers!
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Since no one wants to employ me…

Every summer as a kid, I would spend my days reading–no, consuming–books. That probably explains why I’m so incredibly nonathletic and somewhat squishy, but that’s beside the point. I loved reading, and my mental arsenal of great literature was greater than that of my peers. It was a nice feeling to have.

Since I was sixteen, however, I spent my summers working nearly full-time, and I grew too busy and tired to even crack open a simple magazine. My passion for books came to a halt.

Now I’m home from college and unemployed. (My job sucked. I quit. Moving on.) I’ve applied to over a dozen places but no one has called me back, which I admit is a little disheartening, but at the same time, I’m starting to embrace it. Maybe I can spend this summer relaxing for once, something I haven’t done in quite a long time. My tax return came in the mail, so I have enough money to hold me over for the summer, and I plan to get a job in the fall when I’m back on campus.

I think I’m going to read for fun again. I’m not yet sure what I want on my summer reading list, however. Continue reading

Second Lunch

It’s been 4 years since I graduated from college. I remember being 22 and thinking that the whole world was in front of me, but at the same time I remember feeling really confused and cautious because it was like looking into a white-out snow storm. There were a lot of scary things being said at the time, things like, “recession” and “Snooki”. But, eventually, I realized all you can ever really do is go forward and kick as much yeti ass (see: work hard) as you can.

P.S. I’m not typically one to dish out advice, but if you’re a recent grad, here are some things I’ve learned along the way towards the twilight of my post grad years.

1. No one ever asks for your GPA

2. NO ONE EVER ASKS FOR YOUR GPA

3. Your Facebook News Feed is going to turn into a baby and wedding Tumblr.

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Enter Summer 2012

The dynamic of this Starbucks is incredibly different. Rather than hungrily hawking out tables close to outlets and attempting to squeeze all my books and my laptop onto dinky, rickety tables, I scored a large table in a matter of seconds, and within a few minutes of my arrival, the entire seating area was cleared. I could sit anywhere. Rather than rubbing elbows with students, suits, and babbling homeless men with just enough coins for a red-eye, I’ve been watching as middle-aged soccer moms and elderly men with tennis-bell-bedecked walkers quietly order their venti, non-whip, nonfat, quad-shot vanilla lattes. Even the walk here was vastly different: there were no screaming nuts standing at bus stops on my journey here, no sketchy looking figures eyeing me and trying to deduce how much money was in my pocket. In fact, there was almost no one on the sidewalk but little ol’ me.

I’m not at school anymore. I’m home. Continue reading