There don't
appear to be enough hours in the for me these days. I don't have
time to do everything I really need/want to do. Somewhere in the
top3 on this list is to sleep ten hours one of these nights. But
we're not optimistic. I have to be up in 9 hours, after all.
So let's see, what did I do today? Let's start from the beginning.
I woke up late,
but made it to work on time. Didn't really have anything to do.
My immediate superior wasn't there till almost noon, so another intern
and I sat there and talked a bit. A hate the question "So what kind
of music do you like." I'm not sure why. But I always feel like I'm being
asked for my cool credentials. And i hate saying shit like "indie
rock" or whatever. So I just say rock n' roll. Then of course
they ask for bands, and I'm required to list em off. Anyway, besides
that, he seemed like a nice dude. the other intern I met the other day
did the same thing, by the way.
During my lunch
break, I stopped by this palm reader on 14th st. I had thought about
going for a little while, just for kicks. And I wanted to ask her
what I should have for lunch, since I didn't have any idea and didn't have
a lot of money. She wasn't particularly insightful in this matter.
She wasn't particularly insightful into much, really. She spent 75%
of the time giving me the usual vague, generalized answers, like "Hmmm...
this line is telling me you will have a long life. And i see you
were born a leader, not a follower. You are a very caring person,
and you are more of a giver than a taker. " Sure, I'd like to think
that all that's true, but I doubt it. Although maybe I was born a
leader, but was bred a follower. I think so. My astroligical
chart also says that I should be a leader. Must be that middle child
thing. And I use to think I gave more than I took, but now I'm not
so sure. It's odd that I ever thought that, really, since i've long thought
there's no such thing as a purely selfless act. I could go on, but
I won't. Oh yeah, she also said I was very understanding, but at
times I could be really stubborn and hot-headed. The first thing I thought
of was a heated game of Scrabble I had in July. The 20th, I think.
I believe "exasperating" was the word. Not in the scrabble game, but used
to describe me.
Anyway, the woman
wasn't anywhere near as good as the last one I went to. Quite an
accomplishment, since this woman had no distracting little idiosychosies,
like scratching her pits with her free hand while holding my palm in the
other. But she didn't seem very good. And I was kind of put
off by what she could "read" in my palm, like how successfuly I would be
in work or relationships and what have you. At least the other woman
told me she read the eyes more than the palm. She was sort of honest.
But this woman just held my palm awkwardly and kind of half-assed it.
And it felt even more like a sham (emphasis on "more") when at the end
she asked me if I wanted to or could afford to buy some sort of "positive
energy" metals or stones or jewels or whatever. I said thanks but no thanks.
However, it's
not because I don't believe in all that stuff. I kind of do. On my
wrist right now, in fact, is a bracelet given to me that was "blessed"
or something by some Buddhist nun. It's supposed to be good luck
Or, more precisely, protect you from danger. Cos god knows it wasn't good
luck in Atlantic City. But as far as danger, so far, so good.
I put it on a year ago, and nothing really bad has happened, so now I'm
afraid to take it off. Here's something else (cue Unsolved Mysteries
music): Geoff, my younger brother, never wears
it. I spoke with my mom today, and she told me that Geoff's job was sending
him to Minneapolis. His car was late, so the driver rushed like crazy
to the airport. On one of the bridges, the car went out of control
or something, and a big van or truck went slamming into the car.
I think the driver may have been injured. Isn't it horrible that I can't
recount this story? loses all the drama. But I was cooking at the time
i was hearing it. Anyhow, the point is, there could have been several
serious injuries. Geoff called my mom and told her, and also told
her that he for some reason put on the some bracelet I was given but that
he never wears. My mom was sort of impressed with this. She's
always telling me this stuff is real. So the fact that Geoff put
this thing on last night and escaped unscathed from a car accident today
kind of reinforces all that. Geoff called me today, and he
didn't even mention it. He called to ask me to buy him fucking tickets
for the Flaming Lips at Irving Plaza.
Back to work related
things, the non-paying internship is starting to sort of show benefits.
The magazine I work for is having it's 2-year anniversary tomorrow night,
at a club on 13th st. called Spa. It should be sort of swanky I think.
Or at least a little fun. Of course, I actually have to help out
and work the door for an hour or so, but after that i can go join the party.
I have to work the door and check which people are on the checklist and
who aren't. There should be some famous people, I think. Or I was
told. I really want some celebrity to come up and stop them and be
all "And you are...?" That's how cool I am.
Anyway, the weird thing is that they told me even if someone isn't on the
guestlist, just take their name and let them in anyway. So if anyone's
in New York tomorrow, it's at 76 E. 13th st. I'll be at the door
in a black t-shirt. So, actually, i guess i could haev gone to the
party without even working there for free. Crap. But I'm still
kind of looking forward to it. It sounds really interesting.
I'm gonna try to sneak my camera in, like a big dork. Cos that's
what I do!
Finally, an email
I received today that made me chuckle. And it's so nice to get new
sources of email. I haven't had a new regular emailer in a while,
almost a year I guess. This one comes from a girl that I worked with
this summer. A nice, pleasant gal. I quoted one of her
emails back in July, actually. She's entering her sophmore year at
Princeton. Listening and reading about her concerns and cares really
makes me feel fucking old. But it's nice to get such a fresh perspective.
Here's a little passage about her dilemma about a boy she likes.
I guess I'll change the names a bit, for her sake, and just for fun.
It turns out that guy #1 whom I was
pathetically smitten with from sort of afar for most of last year before
i gave up on men broke up with his long distance girlfriend in the spring.
(that was a run on sentance). but now my friend has made friends with this
girl that for some random reason i have a HUGE inferiority complex about.
beautiful girl, popular, very social and easy to talk to... anyway,
she lived on his hall last year (it ate me up inside) and she told my friend
that she has an enourmous thing for Rusty. whenever i like
someone and i get
depressed and assume they like someone
other than me (which they always do) i make myself feel better by thinking
up wedding presents for them.
they are getting a leather bound cocktail
set.
This made me laugh
out loud. What the fuck is a leather bound cocktail set? Am
i totally uncouth? What? She also gives me fashion advice.
She hates my new stream-lined, short and spiky haircut, my pants are too
tapered- even though they aren't tapered at all- and I should basically
get a whole new wardrobe. Well at least I don't have a funny name
that no one can get right, do I?
Anyway, this
has been more effort than I usually put into this, and it took way too
long. Still have tons of school and work stuff to do for Friday, none of
which will get done till Thursday night. I hope the party is cool.
At the very least i think it'llbe interesting. I could use a rock 'em,
sock 'em good time out in NYC.