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| HI
SORRY
I HAVE BEEN BUSY
back in the day i would rush home to get on the computer and my mom would say "you can get on for 15 minutes, but that's all!" and now i am on the computer roughly 15 hours a day
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| whoaaaa, it's been too long.
this article from the nyt really annoyed me, and zach humored me and let me bitch for however long i needed until i decided i finished. i am preaching to the choir here, but still.
i think our generation's problem is that we were raised to believe we could do anything, which, in theory is a good thing, but at the same time, that adage never had the *butyouwillhavetoworkforitsry2say at the bottom. so you have a bunch of entitled, underqualified so-and-sos who were told that they could have anything they wanted (and if not, mom and dad would pull some strings and you would magically have a foot in the door) without having to work or make sacrifices.
which is why the tale of these young ladies annoyed me so.
ISSUE 1: i live in an $2900 apartment on the uws? how will i make rent?
SOLUTION: get an apartment in hoboken for $450. also, when it mentions that their mom lives in weehauken, that's the town right next to hoboken. it's not berlin, it's right across the hudson to nyc. apparently they are too good to live there
ISSUE 1.5: i live in a walk-up
SOLUTION: everyone lives in a walk-up when he/she is 24
ISSUE 2: networking with people/how will i meet anyone?
SOLUTION: join linkedin and connect to everyone and his brother.
ISSUE 3: wah wah i went to softball and i didn't meet anyone. why don't i have a job yet?
SOLUTION: maybe because the reason you go to softball is to decompress after work and you don't want to talk about your job and potentially networking for two blondes. volunteer on a sunday morning for the ny roadrunners. there are cute runner guys and lots of nonprofit hobknobbers and (gasp) it is for a good cause
ISSUE 4: i want to be on tv and be a sportscaster with my twin sister but i don't know anyone wah wah
SOLUTION: put that shit on youtube, digg the hell out of it and get your friends to do it, too. better yet, make a video of you falling down/getting smacked in the face with something/playing a song about some sort of cacao-based preciptation and digg the hell out of it - someone will notice you
ISSUE 5: wah wah things are too expensive. i only make $800 a week
SOLUTION: i didn't buy conditioner for the first four months i lived here. so i don't want to hear it. stop going to midtown happy hours (take the r to steinway ("ew, queens?") and get strong margaritas a block away for $3.50)
i also liked the tale of them being down home girls (yee-haw) and sending buckeyes to potential employers - really, girls? surely you aren't compensating for a 3.[yeswell] gpa or less than outstanding work experience in the past because you spent your summer in cancun instead of interning. i cannot think that someone genuinely qualified for a position could ostensibly be beaten out by a candidate who made *~*BUCKEYES~*~*.
this whole thing upset me, because i can think of three girls off the top of my head who were from ohio, moved to nyc and made it work. do they live in $2900 apartments? no. were they unemployed for a while? yes. are they okay now? yes. it takes time, dammit. but to expect that you can go to starbucks every day and aroma coffee and chill out on facebook on your mac, bitch and feel like people should have sympathy for you...giiiiiiiiirl..
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| well, today zach and i moved in together. we moved a huge-ass tv, a heavy-ass futon (which was moved up three flights of stairs and should not have made it upstairs, as it seemed physically impossible), a bed, 7 boxes (him), 21 bags (me), a computer, etc., etc., etc. i love this part of town - we have a pharmacy cleverly disguised as a kids' toy store on the corner, a bike shop on the other corner, a seafood restaurant on the third (yuck) and...i don't know what's on the fourth. one of the houses on our street has a baby donkey statue in the front yard, i kid you not. i will take two.
i would also like to explain to everyone that really, i am not getting married. i am also not getting engaged. we were hanging out last night - zach's roommate made dinner and had friends over and they joked that there were these crazy girls who forced their boyfs to move in with them and then begged them for engagement rings. i do not want to get married right now. i don't. and from my door to his door, it takes me an hour and a half on the train one way. that's from here to athens. so, to reiterate, it is a 2 bedroom apartment for a great deal, i don't have to sit on the train for three hours a day and life is good.
otherwise, i'm tired. zzzz
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| I think my head might explode from everything going on. I've been hustling like a mofo lately, spending so much time on my computer I would rather have it just attached to me all the time and learning more about Lady Gaga than I ever thought possible.
Also, I bought tri-blend shirts for Mira and Nora today and Mira wouldn't take hers off despite the tag. New American Apparel converts! You're welcome, Dov.
Also #2, working at home is sweet because when someone is being a mental retard over help emails, you can say "you retard" out loud and nobody will notice! mostly because you are by yourself but this is beside the point.
Anyway, I am alive, just busy, and I promise to be a bettablogga soon.
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| I figured I would be fine going without shaving my legs today because the hair is light and you can never really see it unless you are looking with a magnifying glass and that is slightly disturbing.
ANYWAY, it is -4 degrees here at le bucks d'étoile and goosebumps ensued and now you can tell that it's, like consistently long all over my leg. If the people here were concerned with anything but their I'm-very-busy-and-important-and-I-must-leave-my-phone-ringer-on delightful selves, I think they would be grossed out by me.
This ends my leg hair update.
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