Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Have I Mentioned that I Love Maureen Dowd?

Oh MoDo, you make me laugh out loud at work.

Best Pull Text:

"In the final days in Pennsylvania, [Obama] dutifully logged time at diners and force-fed himself waffles, pancakes, sausage and a Philly cheese steak. He split the pancakes with Michelle, left some of the waffle and sausage behind, and gave away the French fries that came with the cheese steak.

But this is clearly a man who can’t wait to get back to his organic scrambled egg whites. That was made plain with his cri de coeur at the Glider Diner in Scranton when a reporter asked him about Jimmy Carter and Hamas.

“Why” he pleaded, sounding a bit, dare we say, bitter, “can’t I just eat my waffle?”

His subtext was obvious: Why can’t I just be president? Why do I have to keep eating these gooey waffles and answering these gotcha questions and debating this gonzo woman?"


And on the Clinton campaign bullying:

"The very fact that he can’t shake her off has become her best argument against him. “Why can’t he close the deal?” Hillary taunted at a polling place on Tuesday.

She’s been running ads about it, suggesting he doesn’t have “what it takes” to run the country. Her message is unapologetically emasculating: If he does not have the gumption to put me in my place, when superdelegates are deserting me, money is drying up, he’s outspending me 2-to-1 on TV ads, my husband’s going crackers and party leaders are sick of me, how can he be trusted to totally obliterate Iran and stop Osama?"

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Okay that was a weak moment

I am going to try to write something other than self-pitying diatribes.

Last night I went to Rilo Kiley, which was seriously awesome, we stood one row from the stage and sang along to all my favorites like: It's a Hit, Portions for Foxes, and Silver Lining. I also discovered a new song I like:

Then I found out that Mason Jennings is coming to Seattle and I have been waiting to see him in concert for as long as I've loved his music (or about four years). People who blow harp in their music get bonus points in my book. If I could learn to play any instrument, it might be that one.

I am still waiting to hear back from my MBA adviser on the deferment process (if they even have one), and I feel productive about checking into it.

If you want a big smile today you will check this out. You will enjoy it all the more if you've ever done customer service (who hasn't).

I hate jobs and leases and admissions.

It would be very difficult to explain to anyone right now how fucking trapped my life feels. And I'm sorry I am always bitching about it and have nothing else interesting to say anymore.

I'm really trying here Rilke and it's just not working.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Profile Picture Selection

Know what the sad thing about job searching is, I can't post inappropriate profile pictures just in case some potential employer decides to stalk my social networking pages. For example, I would like to make this my profile picture:


But I look too drunk and a little too much like Satan. And then there's some crazy freak standing next to me as well. (She just came up and smiled, it was pretty weird).

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Thursday, April 17, 2008

but isn't it for everyone?

It's pretty clear that perpetual dissatisfaction is my biggest problem. I make life a lot harder by being indecisive and impatient at the same time.

Advice of the day "Don't do something rash" - my mom on my recent landslide of life-changing plans. Ha!

Hawaiiiiii

Just got back from Oahu. Love love love. Love the warm weather, the palm trees, the atmosphere. Love the dollar theatre and the strong drinks and all the fruit. Maybe I just got lucky because I was staying with some amazing people, but there is something about HI that makes me want to live there. Even its state abbreviation is friendly.

Who wants to be crazy, defer all their plans for a year or six months and move to an island with me? Serious inquiries only.

New goals:
-quit my job in the next three weeks, possibly work at a coffee stand for the summer/year.
-look into grad school deferment (aah!).
-clean the shit hole that has become my room.
-pay off my credit card in the next two paychecks... meaning I will eat top ramen for the next month at least.