And this is me outside of the Met Opera House.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Picture Update
And this is me outside of the Met Opera House.
It's been a while
One: it has been two weeks since my last post.
Two: it is not a good idea to talk to your mom before writing a new post because then you don't want to type what you just talked about.
So I will tell you things I didn't tell her. And maybe some that I did.
Let's start with spring break, shall we?
St. Patrick's day was amazing, as it always is at the University of Dayton. I had so much fun--maybe too much fun. The highlight of the night was finding someone passed out in the parking lot and bringing him back to my friend's apartment. His name is Brian; he is a sophomore at the University of Kentucky (doesn't even go to school at UD), and he went to high school with Jonathon Strickland, a friend of mine who moved to Kentucky about 6 years ago? HOLY CRAP six years? Amazing how time passes. Anyway small world right? Oh and Brian's friend was arrested, which is extremely hard to do on St. P's at UD. Good times. And he passed out again in Bethany's bed and drooled on her pillow. Awesome. I don't know what ever became of Brian, because I went home and was in bed by oh 9 o'clock. And by home I mean my old roommates bed.
Besides that I got to catch up with a lot of people. And I got one more friend obsessively addicted to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Which if you don't know, I've seen every episode of. So that's exciting. The week ended too fast though. I had so many people to see in such a short time. And I was just getting back into my midwest routine and then was thrown back into city living. I may have already told you this, but I've decided that I have the ability to live in New York and would if I had to, but I don't know if I want to. I really miss the midwest, and open spaces, and driving, and nature. So I'm going to have to reevaluate this whole future thing.
But for now I'm back in New York. Back to the daily grind. Back to class, and work, and interning. This week has been the most uneventful of them all, so it's hard to give you something exciting to read about. The only thing really worth noting is that I got my boss (the mean one) to tell me she loved me! Joanna was speechless to say the least. And I, of course, was beaming. It's amazing how just a little recognition can make you feel so much better--especially coming from someone like her. I think this was mostly a fluke in her personality. But I'll take what I can get.
Oh and I pretty much ate bagels and Nutella all week, because every time I wanted to go to the grocery, it started to rain or something. Delicious, but not exactly a well-balanced diet.
I'll try to be better about posting the rest of the semester, but I can't promise anything.
I feel like I say this every time.
Two: it is not a good idea to talk to your mom before writing a new post because then you don't want to type what you just talked about.
So I will tell you things I didn't tell her. And maybe some that I did.
Let's start with spring break, shall we?
St. Patrick's day was amazing, as it always is at the University of Dayton. I had so much fun--maybe too much fun. The highlight of the night was finding someone passed out in the parking lot and bringing him back to my friend's apartment. His name is Brian; he is a sophomore at the University of Kentucky (doesn't even go to school at UD), and he went to high school with Jonathon Strickland, a friend of mine who moved to Kentucky about 6 years ago? HOLY CRAP six years? Amazing how time passes. Anyway small world right? Oh and Brian's friend was arrested, which is extremely hard to do on St. P's at UD. Good times. And he passed out again in Bethany's bed and drooled on her pillow. Awesome. I don't know what ever became of Brian, because I went home and was in bed by oh 9 o'clock. And by home I mean my old roommates bed.
Besides that I got to catch up with a lot of people. And I got one more friend obsessively addicted to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Which if you don't know, I've seen every episode of. So that's exciting. The week ended too fast though. I had so many people to see in such a short time. And I was just getting back into my midwest routine and then was thrown back into city living. I may have already told you this, but I've decided that I have the ability to live in New York and would if I had to, but I don't know if I want to. I really miss the midwest, and open spaces, and driving, and nature. So I'm going to have to reevaluate this whole future thing.
But for now I'm back in New York. Back to the daily grind. Back to class, and work, and interning. This week has been the most uneventful of them all, so it's hard to give you something exciting to read about. The only thing really worth noting is that I got my boss (the mean one) to tell me she loved me! Joanna was speechless to say the least. And I, of course, was beaming. It's amazing how just a little recognition can make you feel so much better--especially coming from someone like her. I think this was mostly a fluke in her personality. But I'll take what I can get.
Oh and I pretty much ate bagels and Nutella all week, because every time I wanted to go to the grocery, it started to rain or something. Delicious, but not exactly a well-balanced diet.
I'll try to be better about posting the rest of the semester, but I can't promise anything.
I feel like I say this every time.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Short Poems
Teh Beiggr Pitucre
Wehn thgins dno’t seme to mkae ssene,
Tyr loonikg at it form a driffenet petrespicve.
Tehre is maennig in teh choas.
The Real Rule of Three
Death comes in threes.
it's a minimum.
Heading Home
So I haven't posted in a couple of weeks. I apologize for that. This post is the result of a certain follower (ahem... my mother)'s persistence in reminding me exactly how long it has been since my last post. I was thinking of why I wouldn't have posted recently and what I came up with is that nothing really exciting has been happening. Which is both good and unfortunate. Good because it means that I'm keeping busy with other things like work and school. Unfortunate because it means that I'm busy with work and school.
So what can I tell you? Well, I did go to this Jazz Club/Bar called Fat Cat. It is kind of amazing. It is very casual and relaxed. It feels like your partying in someone's parents basement in high school. Around the stage area is an eclectic collection of couches and coffee tables. The bar itself is fairly small and always crowded. There are tables and booths with checker boards painted on them and for a dollar a person you can get chess and checker pieces at the bar. There are also scrabble boards scattered around for your entertainment. The rest of the basement consists of ping-pong tables, pool tables, shuffleboard tables, and foosball tables. And games cost about 10 cents/person/minute. It's all very confusing if it's your first time, but the staff is pretty friendly once you get their attention. And the music the night that I went was unbelievably. The second act of three was Naomi Shelton and the Gospel Queens. Naomi is probably in her 70s? That's a complete guess but she's not what you would expect in a joint like this. And she and her three younger chorus members rocked the place, all while praising the lord! And everyone loved it. At Fat Cat you can find a myriad of people: business men still in their suits, underage partiers who just want to have a good time, frat boys taking shots at the bar, etc. I think I'm going to take my mom and aunt when they visit, with a bunch of friends, for my birthday? Oh yes, and the drinks are cheap for Manhattan prices, but they only have beer, wine, and a special house cocktail. PBR is probably their best-seller. Which I'm totally fine with.
Besides that, I've pretty much been working, interning, and schooling. (That's not exactly how the word schooling should be used but it works for my purposes.) Work has been tolerable. I've only gone in once a week to train but when I get back from break she plans on having me close by myself, which is actually rare. Joanna says that she's surprised she's fast-tracking me like she is because she doesn't even trust some of the employees to have keys (well Nick, who's a male), and she let me count the money box which Joanna wasn't allowed to touch for a couple of months. I think she's desperate though, but still I'm digging the trust. She still completely irks the hell out of me when I have to talk to her, and every time I have to work with her I practice my "I can't work for you because you are a miserable person who treats people like they're incompetent neanderthals." But so far, things have been going alright. Mostly because the past two times, I've worked with Joanna, and we pretty much party in the store and give people free cups instead of charging 50 cents for them. We like to plug in our ipods and have dance parties with K, the bouncer from the club next door. So I've got that going for me.
My internship is still going well. I don't mind doing the sometimes painstakingly tedious tasks they give me, but I think I'm going to start investigating the inner workings of the business more. And by that I mean I'm going to start asking probably too many questions. But after being there for a month, I'm still not exactly sure how it all works and that is something I really want to leave knowing.
And school is, well, let's just say I'm ready for break. The urge to skip class has been welling up inside of me more often than not and it's overtaken me a couple of times. And I'm so excited to go home and catch up with everybody. And hopefully by the time I'm back in New York, the weather will have turned for the better. I just have to figure out how to get to the airport.
So what can I tell you? Well, I did go to this Jazz Club/Bar called Fat Cat. It is kind of amazing. It is very casual and relaxed. It feels like your partying in someone's parents basement in high school. Around the stage area is an eclectic collection of couches and coffee tables. The bar itself is fairly small and always crowded. There are tables and booths with checker boards painted on them and for a dollar a person you can get chess and checker pieces at the bar. There are also scrabble boards scattered around for your entertainment. The rest of the basement consists of ping-pong tables, pool tables, shuffleboard tables, and foosball tables. And games cost about 10 cents/person/minute. It's all very confusing if it's your first time, but the staff is pretty friendly once you get their attention. And the music the night that I went was unbelievably. The second act of three was Naomi Shelton and the Gospel Queens. Naomi is probably in her 70s? That's a complete guess but she's not what you would expect in a joint like this. And she and her three younger chorus members rocked the place, all while praising the lord! And everyone loved it. At Fat Cat you can find a myriad of people: business men still in their suits, underage partiers who just want to have a good time, frat boys taking shots at the bar, etc. I think I'm going to take my mom and aunt when they visit, with a bunch of friends, for my birthday? Oh yes, and the drinks are cheap for Manhattan prices, but they only have beer, wine, and a special house cocktail. PBR is probably their best-seller. Which I'm totally fine with.
Besides that, I've pretty much been working, interning, and schooling. (That's not exactly how the word schooling should be used but it works for my purposes.) Work has been tolerable. I've only gone in once a week to train but when I get back from break she plans on having me close by myself, which is actually rare. Joanna says that she's surprised she's fast-tracking me like she is because she doesn't even trust some of the employees to have keys (well Nick, who's a male), and she let me count the money box which Joanna wasn't allowed to touch for a couple of months. I think she's desperate though, but still I'm digging the trust. She still completely irks the hell out of me when I have to talk to her, and every time I have to work with her I practice my "I can't work for you because you are a miserable person who treats people like they're incompetent neanderthals." But so far, things have been going alright. Mostly because the past two times, I've worked with Joanna, and we pretty much party in the store and give people free cups instead of charging 50 cents for them. We like to plug in our ipods and have dance parties with K, the bouncer from the club next door. So I've got that going for me.
My internship is still going well. I don't mind doing the sometimes painstakingly tedious tasks they give me, but I think I'm going to start investigating the inner workings of the business more. And by that I mean I'm going to start asking probably too many questions. But after being there for a month, I'm still not exactly sure how it all works and that is something I really want to leave knowing.
And school is, well, let's just say I'm ready for break. The urge to skip class has been welling up inside of me more often than not and it's overtaken me a couple of times. And I'm so excited to go home and catch up with everybody. And hopefully by the time I'm back in New York, the weather will have turned for the better. I just have to figure out how to get to the airport.
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