Today in New York

Today I was going to have an interview at 30 Rock, write my paper, do laundry and go to English class. Instead I overslept way too late (typical), did not do laundry (typical, but found a way to pull off brown dress pants), wrote my paper, read 100 pages of No Country for Old Men, went to English class, and made an evening interview!

In English class, it turned out that the paper I bitched about for three hours and then wrote in about forty minutes is due on Thursday, and NOT today. Booooooo. Then we discussed No Country for Old Men and I get that Cormac McCarthy is a genius, but I wish the man would use quotation marks. After class ended I asked the professor a question on my paper, and then I had to listen to him argue with a kid in my class who I am going to call Douchenstein, because he is the kind of person who has to argue about EVERYTHING, and he's so smug about it and thinks he's really smart, but he's really just annoying as all hell. Then there's this clique of pretty girls who bitch about EVERYTHING.

Professor: "There's a quiz on Thursday."
Pretty Girls: "Oh my god!!! Really??? Can't you make it be on Tuesday??? I already have a midterm that day!!"
Professor: "It'll be, like, five questions."
Pretty Girls: "Whyyyy? That's so unfairrrrr."

I would judge them, except college and I are done after May, and that doesn't mean I'm graduating. People with glass academic dead ends can't throw stones, I guess.

Then I went to my job interview, which happened to take place at 30 Rock! I told myself it was at Studio 8H to be an intern on Saturday Night Live instead of really being in the shopping concourse. That's all fine and dandy, since I don't think I figured out how to get to the studio anyway. I took the elevator from the shopping rink to the concourse, not because I'm handicapped but because I could NOT find out how else to get there, then later found out you can get there ... from the subway. My interview went okay, but I'm not fully confident about it and will likely look up jobs again tomorrow. Is it a perfect, glamorous job? No. Is it one that may require me to leave my apartment at 5:45 in the morning some days? Yes. Am I also really fucking desperate? Yes and yes.




On the subway back, two blonde Abercrombie models were on the train with bags from Whole Foods, and I don't know how I prevented myself from blushing, but miraculously I did. Seriously. Abercrombie. Models. And this is New York, so there's always a chance that when boys look like Abercrombie models, they ARE Abercrombie models. Thank goodness they got off at the stop before my scheduled transfer and that I had to pee, because the sad truth is that had they been on the train all the way to Coney Island, I would have stayed on. I think I need new hobbies.

Then I went home and watched two episodes of Veronica Mars, A.K.A. the best show ever. In the history of television. And no, I did not watch it while I was on the air, because I don't believe in catching onto things while they're happening. I suppose I'm all about being retro, like in my senior year of high school when my favorite song was one that came out 13 years before I was born (You prob'ly think this song is about you).

Tomorrow: More laundry, possible job hunting, and continuing the countdown to my Stout reunion!