The fact that I haven't blogged since November is distressing - a lot has been going on since November. Well, not that much, but things have been going on since November.
I'm still working at my soul sucking job, getting chastised on a regular basis, which is just so awesome as grown up. And don't even get me started on school; going to school while working full-time is just plain insanity.
I finally left the nest and I now live in Old Town, Alexandria; I bought my own furniture because baby's all growns up and it's been pretty fabulous having a place to call my own (well mine and two girls that I split the ridiculous rent with). If I like you enough I might invite you to a housewarming party if I can ever get it on my friends calendars - you would think that they were all busy and fabulous and whatnot.
What has not changed at all is the 'men' that come in and out of my life. These 'men' are the antithesis of what I actually hope my future mate will be. They are flighty, strange and above all a hot mess with drama for days. So what's a girl to do? Where do young women who are not losers go to meet guys to have casual conversation and Miller Lites? Certainly not the places that I have been frequenting.
Many of my girlfriends have started internet dating. For some this has been a very positive experience, some have even ended up in relationships with these internet beaus. Of course that would never work for me, because when I did attempt internet dating I brought all the freakshows to the yard - per usual. One guy told me that he needed my address to mail me a ring because he wanted to marry me - marry me and chop me up into little pieces and save them in the freezer. Okay, he didn't say that last part, but COME ON.
So on this bright and sunshiney afternoon I will once again venture out to the regular places to meet young people in this thriving (i.e. vague) metropolis that I have been raised in. I will let all of you know what kind of creepers I manage to meet tonight.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Go do some doughnuts in the TC Williams Parking Lot
My sister had to get new brake pads on her car. They're going to cost her $400 - WHY? I mean what is it about brake pads that cause them to cost $400? All she wanted to do was get new tires put on her car (that she ordered off the internet and saved about $300 by doing so) - and somehow that turned into a $500 venture. People in Northern Virginia and Washington, D.C. will do anything to suck your money out of you anyway they can.
Example, paying for parking at places like Metro stations and George Mason University. First of all, I park in a shuttle lot in the middle of Guam and I still have to pay $3.75 everyday that I park in that god foresaken lot. But the people in the covered parking the garage also pay $3.75 a day. How is that fair?! Also, GMU, not like I'm not already paying you a ton of money just to get another degree, but you have to charge me $180 a year or $8 a day for parking? Why? Fairfax, VA is not the most happening of locations. And the number of parking spaces are extensive and I know that you're not hurting for the money like most of your poor students are. But metro parking boils my blood more than anything - so much that I can't write about it anymore or else I might. just. freak. out.
Anyway.
Example, paying for parking at places like Metro stations and George Mason University. First of all, I park in a shuttle lot in the middle of Guam and I still have to pay $3.75 everyday that I park in that god foresaken lot. But the people in the covered parking the garage also pay $3.75 a day. How is that fair?! Also, GMU, not like I'm not already paying you a ton of money just to get another degree, but you have to charge me $180 a year or $8 a day for parking? Why? Fairfax, VA is not the most happening of locations. And the number of parking spaces are extensive and I know that you're not hurting for the money like most of your poor students are. But metro parking boils my blood more than anything - so much that I can't write about it anymore or else I might. just. freak. out.
Anyway.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
The Framed Papers on the Walls.
A little bit about me.
I'm a 23 year old girl who lives with her parents. That's right, you did not read that incorrectly, I live with my parents. Why would I do such a thing? Well that's a great question. At this point I don't really know why. It started out as a temporary situation in which I had graduated from college, I was going to graduate school full-time and working part-time. That turned into interning for PR firm full-time and going to school part-time. And now, today, I am working for a consulting firm full-time and then some - and going to graduate school part-time. Crazy? Yes. Enjoyable? Not so much.
So why did I go to graduate school immediately following undergrad? Another great question. Yet again, I don't really know why. I guess that you can chalk it up to family academic pressure. My dad has his masters and PhD in economics (SICK); my mom has a masters in teaching biology & administration; my sister just finished her masters in communciation (which I am currently "pursuing"). So essentially, one of the main resons that I'm getting a masters in the first place is so that I'm not the categorical 'loser' of the family.
So I am working and getting a masters in communication - and yet I am so bored that I often find myself daydreaming about moving to a tropical island, changing my name to Ocean and making shell jewelry for tourists. What is the point of all this stress that I am most certainly creating for myself? I get up, go to work, shoot off some e-mails, push around some papers, then dehumanize myself some more by trying to get home on the metro. And for what? Minor duckets? Lines on the old res-u-me? ALL GOOD QUESTIONS. None of which I have answers for.
I'm a 23 year old girl who lives with her parents. That's right, you did not read that incorrectly, I live with my parents. Why would I do such a thing? Well that's a great question. At this point I don't really know why. It started out as a temporary situation in which I had graduated from college, I was going to graduate school full-time and working part-time. That turned into interning for PR firm full-time and going to school part-time. And now, today, I am working for a consulting firm full-time and then some - and going to graduate school part-time. Crazy? Yes. Enjoyable? Not so much.
So why did I go to graduate school immediately following undergrad? Another great question. Yet again, I don't really know why. I guess that you can chalk it up to family academic pressure. My dad has his masters and PhD in economics (SICK); my mom has a masters in teaching biology & administration; my sister just finished her masters in communciation (which I am currently "pursuing"). So essentially, one of the main resons that I'm getting a masters in the first place is so that I'm not the categorical 'loser' of the family.
So I am working and getting a masters in communication - and yet I am so bored that I often find myself daydreaming about moving to a tropical island, changing my name to Ocean and making shell jewelry for tourists. What is the point of all this stress that I am most certainly creating for myself? I get up, go to work, shoot off some e-mails, push around some papers, then dehumanize myself some more by trying to get home on the metro. And for what? Minor duckets? Lines on the old res-u-me? ALL GOOD QUESTIONS. None of which I have answers for.
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