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Thank you for your attention.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
new leaf again!
I would direct all further attention to trashyornot.blogspot.com. That is where my musins and the musings of my friends re: life, things that are trashy and things that are not trashy are. Maybe every now and then I will update this thing. In fact, here is a new list to go with the list that I made previously, just now.
1. I am unemployed!
2. I am unemployed!
3. Being unemployed is kinda great.
I am contemplating deleting this entire thing, changing its title to something quippy re: unemployment and doing some writing re: what it's like. This will be my book deal. This will be the way that I can talk to someone/something without actually talking. I like to talk, a lot, and it's hard when you ahve to go every single day without talking to people. That's really fucking strange in fact. You try it. Maybe it's ok for others. For me, I talk enough for about 5 people, so to have my only interactions be with people in the yarn store and an over-friendly librarian is kind of unnerving.
Stay tuned, bitches. This is where shit starts to get really interesting.
1. I am unemployed!
2. I am unemployed!
3. Being unemployed is kinda great.
I am contemplating deleting this entire thing, changing its title to something quippy re: unemployment and doing some writing re: what it's like. This will be my book deal. This will be the way that I can talk to someone/something without actually talking. I like to talk, a lot, and it's hard when you ahve to go every single day without talking to people. That's really fucking strange in fact. You try it. Maybe it's ok for others. For me, I talk enough for about 5 people, so to have my only interactions be with people in the yarn store and an over-friendly librarian is kind of unnerving.
Stay tuned, bitches. This is where shit starts to get really interesting.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
new leaf bitches.
Well.
Times have changed. I am going to do this a little more than just sporadically, if not only to please my meager audience but because might as well.
Here is a comprehensive list detailing things about me that have changed and that are good.
1. I am no longer in love with Dave.
2. I am a traffic manager at a marketing agency.
3. I live in an adorable apartment near the Full House houses with Mary Clair.
4. I will be 25 soon.
5. I don't mind and even like San Francisco.
5a. I have lived here for almost two years.
6. I have been camping a bunch and it's not that bad.
7. I don't suck at knitting, life or my job.
8. I'm a little calmer these days.
9. See #1. It's the most important and the impetus for my life's turnaround.
I am indeed no longer in love with Dave. Unfortunately, it seems like that is the biggest event in my life since the moment I discovered that I was in love with him. With this revelation comes all sorts of shit but it feels weird and good. Shaky. I feel like I'm about to give a big speech in front of everyone I've ever known about something I don't know about. I might throw up later. I probably won't but it's a consideration. This is better than shoving live badgers up my nose, that's for sure. This is pretty great.
We forge ahead.
Times have changed. I am going to do this a little more than just sporadically, if not only to please my meager audience but because might as well.
Here is a comprehensive list detailing things about me that have changed and that are good.
1. I am no longer in love with Dave.
2. I am a traffic manager at a marketing agency.
3. I live in an adorable apartment near the Full House houses with Mary Clair.
4. I will be 25 soon.
5. I don't mind and even like San Francisco.
5a. I have lived here for almost two years.
6. I have been camping a bunch and it's not that bad.
7. I don't suck at knitting, life or my job.
8. I'm a little calmer these days.
9. See #1. It's the most important and the impetus for my life's turnaround.
I am indeed no longer in love with Dave. Unfortunately, it seems like that is the biggest event in my life since the moment I discovered that I was in love with him. With this revelation comes all sorts of shit but it feels weird and good. Shaky. I feel like I'm about to give a big speech in front of everyone I've ever known about something I don't know about. I might throw up later. I probably won't but it's a consideration. This is better than shoving live badgers up my nose, that's for sure. This is pretty great.
We forge ahead.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
optimism?
is it possible?
i came to the realization today that i am way too trusting of others, especially because i believe that at the heart, people are out to fuck you in the ass as hard as they can, with a dildo the size of your forearm. this worries me. perhaps i should work on changing my world view. would i still be me?
also, i got a new job. i start on monday. possibly my life will be that much more entertaining and awesome and i will update this piece of shit way more with photos! and stuff.
i came to the realization today that i am way too trusting of others, especially because i believe that at the heart, people are out to fuck you in the ass as hard as they can, with a dildo the size of your forearm. this worries me. perhaps i should work on changing my world view. would i still be me?
also, i got a new job. i start on monday. possibly my life will be that much more entertaining and awesome and i will update this piece of shit way more with photos! and stuff.
Monday, January 08, 2007
new year
well.
i am really bad at this. i should just do this from work, as it will be much more full of vitriol and all that shit. when i'm home i'm relaxed. i'm watching wife swap. i'm drinking tea, and not that angry. well, i'm always a little angry, but you know. not in a dehibilitating fashion.
as i got what felt like my seven hundredth job rejection today, i contemplated briefly writing a little 100 word chronicle of the entire interview process from start to tragic demise. i should've gotten this burst of genius when i started applying but tough titties as they say. i could start with this latest rejection, but then what's the point? i was going to start posting them on this here blog, and then i had the idea on the bus to just start from scratch with this blog shit and then make a whole new blog based on my quest for employment. that could be fun right?
or i could just be totes lame and start a knitting blog. but that is no fun for anyone. at all. as that involves time, effort, and a lot of nerdiness that i don't have the energy for.
i am going to go knit right now. and maybe write about my interview process. this could be quite interesting. i was trying to figure out if there is some sort of number or percentage or ratio that denotes hireability. i figured out that i have applied for at least 50 jobs in the entire time that i have been looking, i've gone on maybe 30 interviews, and i have gotten 2 offers. that includes the job that currently employs me. i dont know what this works out to, but i think it doesn't look good.
also i am irrational, often.
that is all.
i am really bad at this. i should just do this from work, as it will be much more full of vitriol and all that shit. when i'm home i'm relaxed. i'm watching wife swap. i'm drinking tea, and not that angry. well, i'm always a little angry, but you know. not in a dehibilitating fashion.
as i got what felt like my seven hundredth job rejection today, i contemplated briefly writing a little 100 word chronicle of the entire interview process from start to tragic demise. i should've gotten this burst of genius when i started applying but tough titties as they say. i could start with this latest rejection, but then what's the point? i was going to start posting them on this here blog, and then i had the idea on the bus to just start from scratch with this blog shit and then make a whole new blog based on my quest for employment. that could be fun right?
or i could just be totes lame and start a knitting blog. but that is no fun for anyone. at all. as that involves time, effort, and a lot of nerdiness that i don't have the energy for.
i am going to go knit right now. and maybe write about my interview process. this could be quite interesting. i was trying to figure out if there is some sort of number or percentage or ratio that denotes hireability. i figured out that i have applied for at least 50 jobs in the entire time that i have been looking, i've gone on maybe 30 interviews, and i have gotten 2 offers. that includes the job that currently employs me. i dont know what this works out to, but i think it doesn't look good.
also i am irrational, often.
that is all.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
not ready for this
arg.
i could turn this into a half assed knitting blog. that's all i've been reading recently because apparently, i am obsessed with knitting. i found myself on the phone to my sister in new york directing her urgently to a yarn barn so she could get me shit for my birthday. i'm telling you, i'm not ok.
UMMMMM
lets see. well. sf is the same after a year. it is almost birthday time which is depressing as it means i am now older, and blah blah and also i am older here which is something that i am working on adjusting to. wendy leaves in like two weeks to go cavort on a winery with porter, which leaves greg and mc and i.my little family dwindles rapidly with each day. i guess it's time for us to find more people, more friends, and to start putting roots down in this city. i'm obviously terrified to do so, since i haven't really, although the internship is a step in the right direction. all the places to put roots down here are unsatisfactory. there's nothing i care about deeply enough to commit to it fully. that could be a byproduct of the quarter life crisis which i and others are going through.
i went to the dentist a week ago and the dental hygenist hummed under her breath the whole time she cleaned my teeth. it was kind of hellish. and then i was told tha ti have really deep gum pockets and need to have them fixed immediately. i don't even know what that means, but i am sure it is gross and a result of my poor dentaly hygein
also i interivewed at chronicle books for wendy's job. let's hope i get it. helping to sell advertising at the san francisco chronicle is really bringing me down. and no, to my east coast affiliates, chronicle books and the chronicle are not related. one is hell and the other is slightly better.
le. fucking. sigh.
i could turn this into a half assed knitting blog. that's all i've been reading recently because apparently, i am obsessed with knitting. i found myself on the phone to my sister in new york directing her urgently to a yarn barn so she could get me shit for my birthday. i'm telling you, i'm not ok.
UMMMMM
lets see. well. sf is the same after a year. it is almost birthday time which is depressing as it means i am now older, and blah blah and also i am older here which is something that i am working on adjusting to. wendy leaves in like two weeks to go cavort on a winery with porter, which leaves greg and mc and i.my little family dwindles rapidly with each day. i guess it's time for us to find more people, more friends, and to start putting roots down in this city. i'm obviously terrified to do so, since i haven't really, although the internship is a step in the right direction. all the places to put roots down here are unsatisfactory. there's nothing i care about deeply enough to commit to it fully. that could be a byproduct of the quarter life crisis which i and others are going through.
i went to the dentist a week ago and the dental hygenist hummed under her breath the whole time she cleaned my teeth. it was kind of hellish. and then i was told tha ti have really deep gum pockets and need to have them fixed immediately. i don't even know what that means, but i am sure it is gross and a result of my poor dentaly hygein
also i interivewed at chronicle books for wendy's job. let's hope i get it. helping to sell advertising at the san francisco chronicle is really bringing me down. and no, to my east coast affiliates, chronicle books and the chronicle are not related. one is hell and the other is slightly better.
le. fucking. sigh.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
oh this old thing
hi.
well.
it's been a while again. god i suck. how am i ever going to dominate the internet if i don't update this thing?
anyway. let me provide a bulleted list of what's been going on in my life. i LOVE lists.
1. i got a haircut. it is short, choppy and i look like a hipster/power lesbian. scale of 1-10 it is like a 6. god i'm a tool.
2. SONIA WILL BE HERE AT THE END OF THE MONTH. THIS FILLS ME WITH GLEE. WE ARE GOING TO BIG SUR AND WE ARE GOIGN TO CAMP AND DRINK AND PLAY CELEBRITY!
3. the chornicle slowly wears away at my soul. with each passing day my youth dies a little more.
4. um! the bay bridge will be closed on our way back into the city. as i know jack shit about how to get anywhere, i am hoping that we will be able to make it home without probs as we will be cranky, stinky and wanting to die.
5. i love jeopardy.
6. this list is really not an update on my life but apparently mental diarrhea.
i'm over the list now.
oh.
i got an internship at a really intense non-prof called the kearny street workshop. they are an oganization for promoting asian americans in the arts and also promoting social justicce through art. usually i scoff at non-profs and think that they are mildly hilarious BUT i get to learn how to curate and i get to write shit for them and that makes me happy. i get to learn how to build websites too which makes me really nervous. in any case, this is an excellent opportunity because it means that i will be able to do something with my fucking brain. sitting at a desk at the chronicle makes me want to tear my hair out and i need something that lets me realize that i am a person, a smart one, with intelligence and ideas and visionary ideas about art and whatevs.
so that's pretty good. i had hoped that this internship would offer me a job but really they are tiny. and poor. so no job for me. i will continue to work for the man. my boss, who is the man i refer to, is an atrocious gentleman named hernan ponce who is, coincidentally, a total fucking ponce.
i had to go in the middle of writing this because tessa came and then a day and a half passed and now i have lost steam.
thank you and goodnight.
well.
it's been a while again. god i suck. how am i ever going to dominate the internet if i don't update this thing?
anyway. let me provide a bulleted list of what's been going on in my life. i LOVE lists.
1. i got a haircut. it is short, choppy and i look like a hipster/power lesbian. scale of 1-10 it is like a 6. god i'm a tool.
2. SONIA WILL BE HERE AT THE END OF THE MONTH. THIS FILLS ME WITH GLEE. WE ARE GOING TO BIG SUR AND WE ARE GOIGN TO CAMP AND DRINK AND PLAY CELEBRITY!
3. the chornicle slowly wears away at my soul. with each passing day my youth dies a little more.
4. um! the bay bridge will be closed on our way back into the city. as i know jack shit about how to get anywhere, i am hoping that we will be able to make it home without probs as we will be cranky, stinky and wanting to die.
5. i love jeopardy.
6. this list is really not an update on my life but apparently mental diarrhea.
i'm over the list now.
oh.
i got an internship at a really intense non-prof called the kearny street workshop. they are an oganization for promoting asian americans in the arts and also promoting social justicce through art. usually i scoff at non-profs and think that they are mildly hilarious BUT i get to learn how to curate and i get to write shit for them and that makes me happy. i get to learn how to build websites too which makes me really nervous. in any case, this is an excellent opportunity because it means that i will be able to do something with my fucking brain. sitting at a desk at the chronicle makes me want to tear my hair out and i need something that lets me realize that i am a person, a smart one, with intelligence and ideas and visionary ideas about art and whatevs.
so that's pretty good. i had hoped that this internship would offer me a job but really they are tiny. and poor. so no job for me. i will continue to work for the man. my boss, who is the man i refer to, is an atrocious gentleman named hernan ponce who is, coincidentally, a total fucking ponce.
i had to go in the middle of writing this because tessa came and then a day and a half passed and now i have lost steam.
thank you and goodnight.
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