Thu, Jun. 23rd, 2005, 09:28 am
Buffy and work.
Best. combination. ever.
Wed, Jun. 22nd, 2005, 08:22 am
As many of you know, yesterday was summer solstice. And as some of you may have noticed, yesterday was also the full moon. It's pretty rare for those to happen at the same time, and considering I like both (in summertime, that is), I wanted to appreciate the beauty of both.( golden afternoonCollapse )
To the expressed envy of swirlycurlzz
and the general apathy of nearly everyone else, my away message Monday night announced my intention to go for a midnight walk in the moonlight. I woke up at 2 AM and was grateful not to have drooled all over my computer. But last night was the night, and I was treated to ( an inoffensive disillusionment, replete with politically incorrect ethnic stereotyping.Collapse )
Between the walk and attempting to help a future classmate of mine with his graduation speech, I turned in around 2:30. The irony, I think, is that after muttered profanity and a shower, I had time to shave, get my stuff together for the day, and get out of the house ten minutes earlier than when I've slept for nine and a half.
But I think my iPod gave up the ghost this morning; it's making the metronome noise.
Damn.Only part of post worth reading:
I get paid today. Anyone want to meet me for pants shopping?
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When you've been sorting mail, labeling, typing, and sticking things for nearly four hours in a row, then you kind of want to shoot something.
Especially when the only way you can properly sort the mail is hum this nonsensical psuedo-Baroque piano tune in your head that also is vaguely reminiscent of death and killing things.
Having shredded 12 boxes of financially-related junk mail with my co-worker, who not only looks like a Colin but is named Colin, I have discovered that pointless tasks are very Zen for me.
Also, the mice on the IBM computers here have this neat little glowy blue knob between the buttons that can scroll. Sitting at a supine angle with my legs crossed reading LiveJournal, while only having to gently wiggle a knob to scroll? Hell yes.
Oh, and because Harvard is too slow to put me on the real payroll, I'm being sublet to a temp agency, which means more W-4s and other stupid life-signing-away forms.
And I'm working illegally, since <18 year olds can't do 40 hours a week. Oh, lol.
This is not a particularly stimulating line of work.
This is ever so slightly ridiculous.
Right now I'm sitting in the basement of 219 Western Avenue in Allston, MA, mere blocks from the lovely cette_vie
's house, and I've succeeded in doing absolutely no work, mostly because my boss Chris is busy updating the database. Why we come here so early when there is nothing to do, I cannot say.
When I was walking down JFK Street (slowly, because 25 minutes at my breakneck walking pace it does not
take to get there), I felt someone walking behind me at about the same pace I was, which was surprising in and of itself because my leisure walking causes the_card_floozy
et al. serious discomfiture), and then when I rounded the corner of 219 Western I noticed s/he was gone. Turns out this guy is my co-worker. I think his name is Colin, but I've already forgotten it, which is irritating. He looks like a Colin. He's good-looking in a reserved, unremarkable Midwestern way.
He's a little more reason for feeling faintly apprehensive about Harvard. Turns out he's a proud graduate of the Class of 2005, an English major, and fairly directionless. He's also working 40 hours a week as he tries to figure out what he wants to do. Hails from Wisconsin, used to do drama, didn't make much of the school's resources (in his own words), and now feels very bleh
about life, the universe, and everything. I must remind myself: USE THE AVAILABLE RESOURCES OR HAVE NO JOB IN SPRING 2009. 'Cause this is fine for a student (a pre-student, even) with no work experience, but not for a Harvard graduate.
Oh, and I graduated, and I made money from Prize Night that I get to keep (I cash the checks today), and a bunch of other exciting posts, but I'm leaving this one work-related exclusively.
Because I've earned $12.35 already. What a country.
Sun, Jun. 5th, 2005, 09:09 pm
All that mess of yesterday is behind me now; thanks everyone for being so understanding. Honestly, I'm glad last night was the night I had to do my little blow-up/meta-analytical orgy, since there wasn't much to do except for all of the thousands of trivial things that will be around for days, though not weeks, to come.
Now for the keeping of the regular journal part. Abed at an ungodly hour (thanks to [Bad username: <lj user=]
), I rose only five hours later to find the house in an uproar, since Dad couldn't figure out how to install the air conditioners with the new windows we had put in back in March and the only possible way he could think of dealing with it was growling about everyone else's mess. Although a whole shitload of indignity and a few hours later, my parts of the house were clean as a whistle.
I amscrayed out, though, to meet cette_vie
to pay a visit to a friend of hers in Somerville. Aladdin
was fun, but I wasn't sure what to make of the very hippie commune-like living space (eclectic, a bit dirty, with lots of alcohol in the kitchen). Or rather, I was sure what to make of it, but was too polite/freaked out to say anything. I felt a special kinship with the black cat that coughed like a sixty-five-year-old with emphysema and had gunky eyes. We made it to Harvard Square station on time, though, and sat through Coxian Practice Number Two.
I like the new training method, I really do, and the material we were being quizzed on was stuff I knew very well. (Think vocabulary. Derivatives I botched enough to forfeit the right to pwnage.) Four hours of practice, though, gets fairly exhausting, but the unpleasant end — a massive loss to the Novice team during a quick-study Morford round on Heracles, followed by some lower national semifinals questions — provided an important lesson in Certamen: momentum builds. Possunt quia posse videntur
is the name of the game. Myth questions for next time make me antsy.
Also, there's prom to deal with. meretricula
, it starts at 6:30, so I'll probably come to pick you up around 6:00 on Tuesday. Which means I have to get a corsage and try and look presentable and all that jazz. It seems like a bit much bother, and there's no legal way for me to overcome the awkwardness of a dance, and a school dance at that. Hopefully, something will slide gracefully out of place and I'll let myself have a good time.
With that, my battery is at 9 percent and I still need to burn a copy of the AP Writing magazine files for eala
. 'Night, all.
Is anyone interested in organizing a trip to Montréal the third or fourth week in August this summer with me?Getting to say "I went to a foreign country" without necessarily having to pay for a plane
Advantages are as follows:
Actually seeing what all the fuss over this "Canada" place is about
Friendly, impassive natives (except for all of the French-speakers)
Breaking out of the "family vacation" mould that's cast about most every high-schooler I know
Everything's legal at age 18
You snobby, snobby people who disdained Spanish as vulgar, Italian as oversimplified, and German as "ugly" can put your BLS French skills to embarrassingly ineffective use.
Transportation is cheaper than dirt with carpool (and a bus ride, at $70ish round-trip, is more than tolerable). All in all, we could probably have a completely unproductive orgy of spending and unsupervised immaturity.
Dad, Jacob, and I just came back from Harvard Square (very
disappointing lunch at Bertucci's; Dad should have learned by now), and guess what two items show up in the mail?
1. A check from the city of Boston for $75. The reason? "2005 BOSTON LATIN SCHOOL PRI". I'm seriously, seriously
hoping that this isn't the sum total of my Prize Night earnings, but then again, you never know. Either way, there's enough money here for some badly needed new pants, and maybe some Starbucks in with the bargain.
2. A hilarious handwritten note from Harvard Athletic Services. Text reproduced below as follows:( what was she smoking?Collapse )
Yeah. I don't get it either.
On the plus side (for those of you who don't see me on a daily basis), I actually have a summer job sorting mail at Harvard Mail Services
, which is only three blocks away from the lovely cette_vie
's house. So there's time for a quickie when she's photorespirating. So I work for twelve 40-hour weeks at $10 an hour, and I make three times as much money as Harvard demands I make over the summer for financial aid purposes, which basically translates to plenty of savings and some disposable income that isn't derived from parents. Not such a bad thing.
But now, studying for Certamen practice. Perhaps more later.
What I Learned From Watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
The girls' locker room is a terrible place to randomly change clothing, especially when it's half-dark, no one is around, and you're a nobody blonde extra.