After a long and incredulous journey of not getting accepted into the English Honor Society, I have come out victorious.
(INSERT HAPPY EXPLETIVES HERE)
Long story short: I was wrongly (so clearlyyyy wrongly) rejected from the chapter here at UD. Like, it made no sense at all. So I fought back. Politely. Commence emails to everyone I could possibly email and annoying the shit out of the girl who is the president. And now. NOW. Months later. I got accepted because I pissed them all off enough and wrote a banging new application.
You need to fight for the things that you deserve. Honestly. And when people fuck up, you need to call them out on it (nicely. at first).
I feel like fist pumping.
the sexual tension between every single literature teacher ever and william shakespeare
considering i am on this website more than is normal, i really don’t post on this blog very much.
so spring break is just about over (although it’s been freezing and i think it’s giving me seasonal depression) and then i’m feeling like a whirlwind of work is going to happen in a matter of weeks. mainly, my paper for my seminar. but i don’t want to think about it at this moment.
in more exciting news i am taking a road trip starting a few days after graduation! all the way down to new orleans, hellllll yeah. i’m so excited because i need to DO something. that’s not work/school/future related. it’s just going to be FUN. and then i can get back to real life after i guess :/
speaking of real life, don’t even talk to be about jobs because i have no idea what is happening what to do if i’ll be hired i JUSTTT. i just feel like i’ll be unemployed for a while— let’s not discuss that right now either because ~future~
(but really, if you have anything constructive to say or advice about publishing help me :)! please and thanks)
uhum. on a personal level, as is usual, nothing has really happened. but i have been ~thinking~ a lot (oh no) and therefore feel like my emotional state has changed and requires a written update.
so way back in january when i was at school, working before the semester started, i went out with one of my work friends and she basically is a horrible enabler and confirmed some thoughts of mine. and since then i have had this probably really unhealthy notion that boy-x and i are like ~*destined*~ to be together (you have permission to puke).
well. i’ve decided i need to stop thinking that way because he is his own person. as am i. and nothing is destined. nothing is meant to be. if/when i see him i shouldn’t expect ANYTHING because that’s putting him in a position that he never asked to be in and that really only has to do with the version of him in my head, not really him, you know?
so i’m done with that. or trying to be. and my only hopes for our possible reunion is maybe a hug and him being happy to see me. and that’s all. yes.
i’ll just think of my road trip instead and the other definite parts of my life.
he doesn’t really smile much anymore that I can see
I can’t believe it’s only Wednesday. I feel like I’ve been in classes for weeks now, but it’s only been three days. Well, safe to say my Fantasy seminar is going swimmingly because I connected a short story we read to His Dark Materials and my prof kept bringing it up and I was like that’s right I know my animal companion shit. Even though I was slightly unprepared because I forgot to print out the stories woops. Will know for next time I suppose.
Also, Walk the Moon was AWESOME even though I was miserable and angry up until the moment they walked on stage. I legitimately thought I got hypothermia. It was in a pretty cool area of Philly. It reminded me of Camden (in London). But not as awesome. Or British. So. I also didn’t get to meet them because it was FRIGID out, obviously, and we didn’t feel like hanging around for an hour. THERE WILL BE ANOTHER TIME.
uhhhh I need to exercise today because I literally ate my body weight in pizza rolls this week because of the SUperbowl and then leftovers and them PMS- I was ravenous yesterday. I have no food left basically because I ate it all yesterday. I was sitting on the couch with Emily and was stuffing my face with Honey Nut Cheerios and could not stop eating and I just turn to her, apparently with a manic smile on my face, and say, “I am absolutely ravenous.” And she bursts out laughing and says she imagined me running through the forest and eating rabbits that cross my path.
For the record, I don’t eat rabbit.
In honor of procrastinating working out, I’ll do a little life update.
Classes start Monday and I just dropped almost $300 on textbooks which I don’t exactly HAVE. Wow so fun. BUT. It’s my last semester of school ever. Which is very exciting, and only slightly sad, but not really.
This Friday I’m seeing Walk the Moon in Philly and am REALLY excited and I already worked out what I’m going to say to Kevin because we will clearly bond over our love for dogs. Emily is coming back Thursday, so I’m glad for that.
I got these awesome bracelets off Etsy and they are little brass plates that have words stamped into them, tied with string. One says “I’m the motherfucking fox” and the other says “All was well” and I loveeeee them. Although I can’t wear the LfA one to work for obvious reasons. Speaking of which, I need to go to work today at 4 joytotheworld.
I’ve actually kind of enjoyed work though, because before Kate got back last Thursday, I was basically all by myself and I love all my coworkers so it was nice to have some human interaction. ALSO Dana is the shit and I’ve gone out with her several times and she is not a good influence on my alcohol intake. We had a very deep, semi-drunk convo about boywhomustnotbenamed the other night and I almost burst into tears in the bar. good times.
The Anne Hamilton Exhibit!
Since our roof was damaged during Sandy a repair guy came today and I’ve been too socially awkward to go upstairs and eat something. So I’ve taken a shower and put my laundry in the washer and now I don’t think I hear him anymore. And my stomach is angry at me.
So I guess I should eat because it’s basically past lunch time. Glorious.
ALSO. Going to a sweet art exhibition at the Park Ave Armory on Saturday and am pretty excited. Then back to school Sunday so I can work and make some money wowsoexcitingyay.
And I’ll literally be by myself in the apartment until the 21st, which is mildly depressing. I’ll have plenty of time to read though, which is good. Only issue is, I need to bribe Tori or Kristen into taking me food shopping because if not I’ll just be eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the coffee shop downstairs and that’s not good for a poor college student.
Although I will probably be getting a lot of Chai lattes.
Turns out I did get an A in Art History.
But an A- in Ceramics.
It’s funny because this always happens to me. sigh.
it’s alright. I’ll live.
I still got A’s in every thing else, and that’s never happened before, so.
OH ALSOOOO. WOW THIS IS VERY EXCITING>!>!?!?!!?!!>!>
So. I basically want to be Julie Strauss-Gabel. Her job is the one that I will be lucky to ever achieve in my entire career, but it’s my dream. She edits John Green’s books, FOR ONE. And that’s not even the most awesome thing about her job. I JUST.
And she tweeted that she was hiring a new assistant. So the title would be Assistant Editor, which is the entry-level job that is barely entry level that WE ALL ASPIRE TO HAVE. And it’s to be her assistant. Julie’s. Julie Strass-Gabel.
Despite the fact that I haven’t even graduated college yet, I applied. I mean, how could I NOT. I really felt the stars aligning or something deep in my soul, and they were telling me I had to apply. Because when is the next time Julie Strauss-Gabel will be hiring an assistant?
You know, maybe they are accepting applications but aren’t actually looking for someone to start for a few months? And maybe they want a kind of fresh-faced person for the job. She did tweet about it, amiright? That makes it seem like they really want someone new??????
JUST WISHFUL THINKING. But it’s ok. I feel really good about my resume and I think my cover letter was ok- I mean, I don’t think I’ll ever truly know what a good cover letter is. Anyway, I think that there is at least a very small small glimmer of hope. So now I have tons of much more interesting futures to daydream about.