i apologize for my hiatus the past couple of days. i’ve lost some followers but there’s no use crying over a little blood loss, right?
this week has been spring break for me. allow me to explain my week.
i’ve spent that majority of it working my ass off with my father. we’re framing a house up and it’s some tough nails, literally. i’m beginning to look a lot more tan. but before the weekdays started (thus my working), i went to my dear friend’s cabin with a bunch of rowdy, awesome people. it was a great time and i smoked far too many cigarettes because of reasons. then, after yelling ‘CUDDLE’ from my place of sleep every 5 minutes for what seemed like 6 hours, i finally fell asleep, only to wake up at 7am for my first day of work with my father.
not the best decision, but i did it and i won. thank you, starbucks doubleshot that i chugged before i left.
then tuesday i got out early to go visit my yearbook kids at my old high school and to give my official endorsement for next year’s editor in chief. i have high hopes for those kids. then, i went to the DMV and my soul was killed, revived, and then killed again, and then revived again, and so on.
the DMV is a special, incredible, terrible place. i mean those former words in the same vein as the latter word: absolutely grand in its awful-ness. for one, all the workers were incredibly dry and rude. for two, there was a screaming child behind me banging on everything with a surface except to my surprise, my face - this was the only saving grace. for three, there was a really happy, elderly woman on the phone that found it of great import to yell at all times through her jitterbug cellular telephone. this upset me for a few reasons, but mostly i was perturbed at how rather content she was with life, flying in the face of my DMV-inspired demeanor. i kept thinking “did she just win the lottery?” and “oh did her nemesis finally get put into a nursing home?” and also, she was just too, too loud for modern technology. i honestly would have felt terrible for the person on the other end of the line had i not been in the DMV.
the thing is, all of these things alone i could handle with ease. maybe even two things would hardly cause a slight annoyance. but take the DMV and the fact that i was in those hellish, fluorescent walls, and that all 3 things were happening in a manner that seemed to compliment each others awesome power of my joy, i was unable to be happy until i found my balance outside starbucks with a really terrible new license picture, a venti iced coffee, and about 3 American Spirits.
oh, did i mention that the cabin i was at has no signal, nor does it have internet? that, and the fact that i’ve been working all week and going to the cabin, i haven’t been as connected as usual. and it has kind of blown.
some spring break this is, i’m getting up EARLIER and staying up LATER than i normally am… how the hell am i supposed to make it through these next two months?
well, it would help my if i get this job i’ve applied for. it’s in a coffee shop in downtown Rome and it very well could be my new paradise. i think i have a pretty good shot.
it would also help if my parents choose to allow me to live off campus next year, because then i would be overjoyed. i could live on my own this summer and work at this coffee shop.
these two things have to happen to get me through the rest of the semester. if they don’t, i’m sure i will. but i’ll be much less happy in the meantime.
partly because Jack White is playing, but mostly because this is Lindsay Lohan’s first big step back into what hopefully is the new beginning of her career.
ever since i saw her in Parent Trap (admittedly one of my favorite films as a child, and now as an adult. not because it was an especially good movie, but i just love it, you know?) I have been rooting for her. I want to believe that child stars can mature in the public eye and I hope we see tonight that she finally has. People just give her such a hard time but we don’t understand the pressures she was under at such a crucial age. None of us can identify.
this week, i wrote an article about downton abbey for my college's student newspaper.
what was printed was mere shreds of what i started writing. when i was given the assignment (it’s my first non-opinion editorial ever), there was little to no guidance of how it should be structured, how many sources i was supposed to have, etc. i initially wanted to write this piece for the opinions section because its less structured and more topically specific rather than having to be overtly informative, but my story was moved to the entertainment section and without much direction i was expected to write a review.
i’m seriously not blaming anyone. i just want the story that i wrote to be read properly.
but, this is the one i wrote and the one i love. nevermind the one that printed.