I have a job, y'all. Well, actually I have a research assistantship, but it involves doing stuff and getting paid, so I'm calling it a real job.
But responsibility gives me heartburn! I have to do stuff! There are things that are expected of me!
Part of the reason I took the job is that I need the structure in my life. I have so much to do and no schedule, so it's really easy to let things slip through the cracks. I think I'm going to start scheduling out my days by the hour like I usually do at the end of semesters.
In other news, can I blame Mad Men for The Playboy Club and Pan Am? I have no opinions on those shows yet, but 60s nostalgia can be dangerous in the wrong hands. It's all, look how cool we were with our cigarettes and awesome clothes and I can't help thinking, "my mom was chaining herself to a Woolworth's counter while these characters were drinking cocktails."
Aaand, in completely unrelated news, via
strippedhalo,
Justin Timberlake Does Things. Lol forever.