granted i was in 7th grade and in catholic school during the grunge movement, but i rocked some flannel and cords after school and on the weekend.
i mean my friends and i, mostly due to hanging out with skater boys (not bois, thanks fucking avril) and stephanie’s older cousins graham and erin, really liked grunge.
we werent pretending or being posers, we loved some bush, hole, nirvana, soundgarden, alice in chains, all of that jazz. bands i cant even remember.
the thing im thinking about is this: grunge people were so much cooler than hipsters because they didnt give a fuck.
i like hipsters, sometimes i lean a bit to the hipster side, but i feel that the whole thing is so fucking high school and contrived and premeditated that it somehow implodes on itself. the whole idea of dressing to look like you dont care when really you care so much, what is that?
theres this whole idea of one upping someone else or something. of caring what other people think of you and of course i sometimes am guilty of that. i just dont remember caring what someone thought of my outfit when i was all grunged out. of course i cared what older people thought of me because i was scared to death of them, but when i looked like a tree in a green sweatshirt and brown cords, i didnt care. it is funny to think about.
i guess sometimes i still feel like im in high school with all of this.
maybe this sounds stupid, i dont know. im just amazed at the amount of one up manship, exclusivity, and feigned lack of caring. its fine to care about something. its fine to admit you like barenaked ladies or some other band. just fucking own it.
i dunno, everything just still feels competitive and i wish people would just be themselves, geeky, cool, or listening to frat rock. i dont care.
i had to run an errand this morning and take something to joe in flatiron. i was mad psyched because i was able to go by jamba juice and since i have been feeling really run down and on the cusp of a cold, i knew a strawberry nirvana with immunity boost would be amazing.
now i dont know if those drinks really work. they are delicious though. i do feel more peppy. i only had one at unc but johnny was a fanatic so i used to have to send interns to buy them for him. it was awesome though because i could mention randomly say jamba juice or pinkberry and he would be all over it and then subsequently pay for it.
also i helped an old lady whose skirt was up on the bus. it was sad.
+15: now #62 best mother (potential)those are the results from my rank me on facebook. i understand absentee since i used to skip class alot. but i think its awesome people think im a hard worker and artistic, nice little boost.
So until January 2008 i had existed without DVR. when i got my night job two nights a week though and was scheduled to work on wednesdays and thursdays, i knew it was time. time to bring it on home.
lost is on wednesdays (maybe thursdays now i have no clue) and that is my baby. i am pretty obsessed. as in, conversations about lost, reading message boards (but not contributing) and watching the replay on abc.com.
so the way i figure it is, dvr is a blessing and a curse. before, i could watch something once and leave it at that. but now, i have about 20 shows that are on my season pass. i find it comforting to tape all episodes of anthony bourdain, ace of cakes, 90210 and sadly, dawsons creek.
i would have NEVER seen 90210 or dawsons creek again had it not been for that little piece of technology. i could have existed without seeing them again, but now i am once again addicted.
also, rather than erasing things to make room, i feel i have to watch them to make room, leading me to stay up too late to make room for more. its a vicious cycle.
but, at least with my season pass to intervention, i will know when my roommates sign me up for a “documentary about addiction” that i am really heading for a tv intervention.
at least i can say, it was my major in college, that is why i yam who i yam. thanks popeye.
It is only Tuesday and already my week is looking busy. Tonight is my last night for this week at my evening money making venture. Tomorrow I am taking a much needed rest, preferably on the couch, while watching dvr’d episodes of Anthony Bourdain. I love that smug, arrogant, depressed, food loving bastard.
Seriously if you want to watch someone who knows a lot about food, has no qualms about eating anything (hence the name), and who is kind of a silver fox, tune in to that show.
Thursday brings the MUCH anticipated premiere of Lost. Subsequent viewing party, drinking, and take out with two of my favorite ladies to follow.
Friday- no plans as of yet, but probably recovering from Thursday.
Saturday Blaire is having a party that I want to stop by for, since I havent seen her in awhile and I want to expand my social circle.
Sunday- apparently there is the Super Bowl. Linden from work is having people over so I told her Id bring something from Paula Deen’s recipe drawer (aka fattening and good).
Monday- I reserved seats for UCB. Human Giant is performing and I love them. Hopefully Rob is coming too.
Already I am tired from looking at that, but also excited. Having a full calendar is fun.
maybe i should have started this blog sooner than i did. after all, i really really had nothing to do when i worked as an assistant at the engineering firm. i wish i had known about all these hilarious and interesting blogs i could have been reading, but alas i spent my time doing mundane office tasks, playing games on yahoo, and fighting on aim express with a crazy boyfriend.
my coworker is wearing a purple shirt today and it reminded me of my weirdo ex-office manager who ALWAYS wore purple. not even just one thing either, every item on her body (that i could see…shudder) was purple. it was an eyesore, unprofessional in my opinion, and just fucking bizarre.
i mean i have a penchant for certain colors, but to wear that as a uniform day in and out? whoa. she also decided to order shitty supplies from this one company and get free gifts. we later found out about the gift part. who wants a shitty free gift ie walmart grade bath products?
anyway. i left that job when i got the chance to be an exec assistant for a small production company. it was heaven. more responsibility, amazing coworkers, and definitely a wacky “devil wears prada” boss.
well…fun for awhile anyway. the stress level got higher and higher, the pay stayed the same, and i developed a crazy eye twitch. my boss started sounding more like an insane boyfriend than a boss and the whole line was blurred.
i mean i really didnt need to know everything i did about the man. its amazing how much freedom that bosses in ny, and i guess other big cities, give to their minions. i knew his underwear and clothes sizes, rx’s, retyped his therapy notes, wrote all emails (including family emails), fed him, knew his bms, and charted everything he ate for his nutritionist.
meanwhile, i couldnt afford the gym, wasnt able to eat healthily due to work schedule and stress, almost missed many events including my birthday dinner and a broadway show, and worked on the weekends. all for under 30 grand a year.
now its pretty awesome to be somewhere that i can have my opinion heard, am rewarded for my talents, and am even encouraged to do stupid things like this.
At the urging of my boss, who is well aware of my Internet trolling at work, I decided to start a little blog venture and see what happens. Maybe I can translate being hilarious in person to blog form, who the hell knows.