Whitney Houston Is In My Head

I saw a hatchback with an Obama/Biden sticker and a welsh corgi in the back seat. I want to be the person who owns that vehicle. My grandparents yelled at me for twenty minutes today. "You need to go to the career center! You're already a senior! You need to find a job. You'd be a good teacher. Or advertising!" Then later they talked about how hard working I am. I have an internship and a job. I go to school full time and I'm the assistant life & arts editor of the school paper. Plus I write a weekly column and I do yoga classes! Can I have a fucking moment? Christ.

I want a corgi and I want to name it after a font. Courier or Veranda or TNR. It will be amazing.

Headache & Meows

The teapot is boiling. Its that tea time of year again. I'm grumpy and I haven't had a moment for the leisure of the Internet in days. Although fall is my favorite season the first few days are a bit depressing. The sun is setting earlier and soon it will be too cold to have the windows open.

In other news, I went to the New Museum on Thursday. The Yellow Corner is upsetting in the best possible way. I like the whole After Nature exhibit even if there is something mildly disturbing about it.

My head is pounding. All I ate today was shrimp in garlic at the Seafood Festival in Pt. Pleasant.

I spent all morning cleaning Alyssa's apartment. It makes me happy to put things in order. At least for five seconds.

I got a raise at my second job. $8.10/hr. Hah. At least I make $10 at my internship. Thank you college education.

How many months before I'm totally burnt out? Three? Six?

The column I wrote for The Acorn this week was about the MoMA and the Van Gogh exhibit thats starting soon. The NYTimes Weekend Arts section's front page was the same thing. I'm in the know.

Oh and my phone got turned off yesterday. And my bank account is negative. How can this happen when I work two jobs? You would think I have a crack addiction or something...just an addiction to culture and life...Fucking musical tickets, dinning in the city, expensive 120 film, hoodless hoodies and grande mochas. Living above my means since 1987.

I'm just going to become a barista in a small coffee shop in San Diego and smoke a lot of the chief and read my poetry at open mic night.

Oh yeah

I almost forgot to blog about my newest career idea for after I graduate!
A dominatrix! I have the skills, I enjoy being mean and leather! The only issue is that I don't want to see any penises. Do they have lesbian only BDSM? This all spurs from an the smith diaries project posts I read yesterday. After I read about Mistress Y's love of both writing and rope bondage I knew that I could be a dominatrix too. Later on that night I kept getting signs that this was the right career choice for me. We were just cusually drinking at NoWhere when bondage porn came on and only a few minutes later Depeche Mode's Master and Servant began playing. Now I know it was bear night at a very gay bar but still!! Don't you think those were signs from baby jesus that I need to become Mistress J!??!

The Q

After spending countless boring hours at Cosimo yesterday I met up with my best friend Ryan ( who is also a senior at Drew University) and we headed over to the theater district. We both put our names in for the Avenue Q lottery. After losing Rent last week I wasn't too confident but my name was the third to be called! It was the first time I ever won. I guess it helped that it was a Tuesday. Anyway we got amazing front row seats to the Q. Neither of us had seen it before but it was perfect. We both have no idea what to do with our lives once we graduate. Clearly I need to own the bad idea bears. Who knew that puppets + people + songs about porn = success! I love that the moral of the story is that nothing lasts forever and we should just get used to the fact that everyones a little empty inside. PERFECT. It was very uplifting.

The show ended, I said goodbye to Ryan and took the 1 train down to 14th. I had to meet my girlfriend Alyssa and her friends at NoWhere but I took the longest possible route. I zigzagged all over the village taking pictures with my Diana+ while listening to angsty songs by placebo and the kaiser chiefs. Eventually I got there and Cheryln kept "forcing" me to watch porn. Really the highlight was erotic photo hunt and PBR. Thats all that I really need to survive.

"Researching"

I spend most of my time "researching" while here at Cosimo. Which I enjoy because it enables me to stummble upon things such as Found Magazine and Smith Mag. I also enjoy coming into New York City twice a week.

For lunch today I want to City Gourmet which is up by 27th and 7th and I order a number 12. To preface this, I had never eaten there before and I was forcing myself to try something new because all I eat is Ciao Bella pizza and burgers from (Brgr). So I ordered a number 12 and then I pretended that I'm not nervous and uncomfortable while I wait for my sandwich. Apparently it was ready but I was too busy pretending to be cool and nonchalant to notice. So my disguise as a busy NYC business woman was ruined by the sandwich man who yelled at me, as did the cashier. I finally got my sandwich and I sat down to eat it. I slowly unwrapped the wax paper and there's tuna fish on 7-grain. I thought I was getting mozzarella and tomato with basil. And I do not eat anything with mayo in it. So I threw out the sandwich and walked down to Ciao for a plain slice. I try to be so metropolitan but I'll always be a nervous jersey mess.

On the way back to my office I watched all the couriers weaving in an out of traffic. I've decided that I should just be a bike courier in Manhattan! I can ride a bike and I'm reliable. It seems too good to be true. I just need to buy a sleek, silver, streamlined helmet and then I'm set.

Step One

I decided I needed a blog focusing just on the fact that I'm about to graduate with a BA in English. Everyone is pressuring me. They want to know what I'm going to do with my life. I'm currently an intern at Cosimo Books on 7th Avenue in Chelsea. It's an indie publishing company with a total of 7 employees. I get paid and credit (AMAZING!). But I don't really do all that much. I'm not in it for the glamor. I'm here because I want my family to stop harassing me. Yet they still continue. This blog is my search for an answer to that fabled question, what do you do with a BA in English?