48: Eye Contact

I think I'm going to go back to uploading scans and bits of my journal again. Cause what the world needs are handwriting samples and ramblings, spelling mistakes and all.


No promises that they'll ever be in order.


Or anything. Really.

47: Familial

So I just realized that Jamie Lee Curtis (especially circa Halloween) reminds me way too much of my mom, or at least the teenager I thought my mom was, plus the looks. Odd. very odd.

46: Wokring for the Weekend

So Panera is going well enough. Sure, I wear the same pair of mom khakis (HUGE crotch) and rotate one of three polos that I don't actually wash so much as spray down with toner (that's like cleaning. it has tea tree in it!), but the people seem good enough. We're a motley band of underachievers but then again, how inspired would you if worked at Panera?

I suppose the thing that bothers me the most there is not the free drinks people take, because let's face it, I do not care enough to properly charge people half the time --though I was rewarded the other by a cute man's joke:

What's a vampires favorite holiday? (cue lip biting where he thought he fucked it up)
Fangsgiving

that's right. The surest way to my heart is a nervous twitch and a corny dad joke-- or the giners digging through those too-sugary pastries we sample, but the muzak versions of songs they play. Van Morrison's "Crazy Love" does not need to become sweeter or softer. Nor "SOmwhere over the Rainbow". I'd be fine with classical. Hell, I'm fine with silence. But the shy cello and violin renditions of "Have I Told You Lately" and "Home on the MOTHERFUCKING Range" is unnecessary and annoying. I can't decided what's worse- this, or the top 40 pop I'd listen to at Dunkin Donuts.


No, that's not true. Dunkin music was much worse, if only because I can tune this music out.

But as I search for a coffee shop job, I'm realizing that music really does make the work environment for me. I mean, when I think about jobs I've loved, it's because I could play what music I wanted, within reason (Lush, Mary's Pence). When I think about jobs that I've tolerated, it's because I could listen to podcasts or something on headphones (Board of Ed filing). When I think about jobs I've hated, it's usually because of the music and not because of the people I've dealt with- thus, compare my work at the Green Leafe to Dunkin Donuts or that law firm with its softjazzyrockmiddleagepop. Ulgh. Vomit.



However, I have been on a music binge lately- satisfying cravings not only for Super Black Market Clash and the Moon is a Broken Lightbulb (Elliot Smith B Sides), but also letting in bands I don't quite know (but now love) like Starfucker. I guess that might even things out.

45: Zdravo

I'm actually enjoying learning B/C/S. Not that I don't frequently have moments where I question what the hell I'm doing (fleeting a's? seriously? VOWELS SHOULD STAY PUT), and how useful could it ever be(genitive plural? really? REALLY?), and whether it was totally worth the 2 grand I shelled out for it (cue MASSIVE gulp and a summer of rice and beans). But every now and then, I think it's all worth it because I really enjoy writing in Cyrillic and it makes me happy to understand .5 minutes of a youtube clip in BCS.

44: Testimonial

I can live happily in a world without Dave Matthews.




I'm sure he's a very nice person, but much like my reaction to the Indigo Girls, I don't see the appeal. At all.

43: Welcome to Your Temporary Home

I've been in Pittsburgh for half a month now (aka two weeks) and it's had it's ups and downs. Ups being back in a city, and remembering how much I love tall buildings, but the downs would be this struggle I'm having in finding a job. It seems more and more likely I might have to return to Virgina sooner than I would like, unless within the next few days a miracle of sorts occurs.

It would hurt to give up on this class, to give up on the opportunity of living in this city, especially if I do return here for graduate school. I know that should I be making that decision, I would at least make more of an informed decision than I had in choosing undergraduate education.

Keep your fingers crossed for me. Send good vibes my way.

In return, I offer this website, which I have fallen in love with.