I’ve been making plans to go to NYC for the second half of Spring Break next week to look at a few agencies.
Here’s the thing, though: I don’t want to. At all.
It’s not that I don’t like New York. I do. And it’s not that I don’t want to work at these agencies. Many of them are great.
It’s the fact that in only a couple of months all of this will be over, all of the friends that I’ve made will be gone, the life I’ve made here will dissolve into memories. And all I’ll have to show for it is a job. Even if it’s a great job. Even if I like it. It’s starting over. All I ever do is start over.
I hate interviewing. I hate trying to impress new people. And I don’t want to spend the last Spring Break I’ll have in my entire life doing those two things.
So I’m taking the coward’s way out and seeing if there is any possible way I can back out of everything. If my boyfriend can find a different ride. If the tours and coffee meet-ups I’ve half-signed on for (nothing is set in stone yet, so this would be easy) can be forgotten. If I can spend the time at home doing work and getting ready for the next step in my life instead of jumping head-first into it.
It’s not your fault, New York. I’ve got the rest of my life for you. I just don’t want it to start quite yet.
I have gotten in a few fights about that Cadillac commercial.
I believe it is white male privilege in a disgusting 30-second nutshell. A white man talking about how he got to the top by working hard and not taking breaks, ignoring the fact that he had a leg up by being the right color and gender, and oh yeah, fuck taking breaks, especially you, pregnant women.
I know one of the guys who consulted on this commercial. He has said that no one in the room when it was pitched was non-white or under 40. That does not surprise me one tiny bit.
*sorry, I put Chrysler because their commercials are pandering pieces of crap too, I meant the Cadillac “poolside” ad
I presented my four-minute movie review in class and the professor loved it and people laughed and I got it right even though my AV didn’t work.
My hair looked good.
Dude and I drove and got Taco Bell and then spent our afternoon cuddle-watching Misfits and drinking those Mountain Dew slush things and talking about a project we’re working on. Then we spent our night watching Daria and eating pizza and playing games on our laptops.
Excitement is overrated. Pizza and Daria is perfection.
Has anyone ever lived with two cats that hate each other?
I mean really, really hate each other. I have to keep Jo (my female cat) locked in my room all day because if I don’t, Freddy (my roommate’s older male cat) sneaks in and he and Jo fight (full-on growling, hissing, loud-as-fuck fights). It’s been like this since last August.
We’ve tried rubbing them down with towels and putting them under food bowls (so they associate the other’s smell with something positive), we’ve tried a gate (so they can see but not touch each other), and it’s failed. These days I have to keep a towel at the base of my door or else they’ll both launch themselves at my closed door in the middle of the night to fight through it. Freddy’s the main aggressor (Jo is too terrified to leave my room, even with the door open) unless he’s in my room, in which case Jo attacks. Jo even attacks my roommate if she comes in, because she smells like Freddy.
We’re at our wits’ end. if anyone has any ideas, they’re more than welcome. Thanks.
Edit: They’re both spayed/neutered, though Freddy has a slight spraying/peeing problem, and he occasionally creepily humps Margot, my roommate’s much older female cat. He never did it before me & Jo moved in. It’s… disconcerting.