July 19th, 2008
ONE OF THESE DAYS I will stop using this online journal as a rant rag.
My life has been going pretty well. Last weekend, my boss David took me out to see the play Boeing, Boeing, and then we went to see the guy who is the lead singer of Blur/Gorillaz play in an African tribal band at Lincoln Center (I forget his actual name), and then David bought me cupcakes. I've been treated so well here and I'm going to miss living in NYC. I was thinking today that I am a definite New York person mainly because New York is a depressing, on-the-edge, real place that doesn't beat around the bush about it. Since I am kind of a recluse, the two things kind of cancel each other out to make a positive. But that doesn't really change anything for either of us, me and new york.
Soooo in the end I think Los Angeles is a good place for me. Every actual object--whether it's a breathing person, a building, a movie, or an idea--is very bubbly and smiley. Several exclamation points seem to come after every line of dialogue I have with someone and I have to remember this when I carry on conversation with those people. Maybe it's like that at every college, not just USC. From my experiences in New York, depressed and lonely people, while they do seem to have a realistic edge, aren't much fun to talk to either. I don't think I will live in either city after college, though.
Update on my internship: I have about ten rough drafts of essays done and will hopefully have fifteen by the end of the summer. What I'm aiming for is a rough draft of the whole thing before I leave. I am honestly just wanting this whole thing to be done, which isn't a good mindset to have, but the problem is basically that I'm not writing this for anyone. It's just a book I'm throwing out there at people. It's not like for a newspaper or a contest or a journal or anything.
I guess it's just a display case of everything I've written so far, which I'm perfectly okay with.
My life has been going pretty well. Last weekend, my boss David took me out to see the play Boeing, Boeing, and then we went to see the guy who is the lead singer of Blur/Gorillaz play in an African tribal band at Lincoln Center (I forget his actual name), and then David bought me cupcakes. I've been treated so well here and I'm going to miss living in NYC. I was thinking today that I am a definite New York person mainly because New York is a depressing, on-the-edge, real place that doesn't beat around the bush about it. Since I am kind of a recluse, the two things kind of cancel each other out to make a positive. But that doesn't really change anything for either of us, me and new york.
Soooo in the end I think Los Angeles is a good place for me. Every actual object--whether it's a breathing person, a building, a movie, or an idea--is very bubbly and smiley. Several exclamation points seem to come after every line of dialogue I have with someone and I have to remember this when I carry on conversation with those people. Maybe it's like that at every college, not just USC. From my experiences in New York, depressed and lonely people, while they do seem to have a realistic edge, aren't much fun to talk to either. I don't think I will live in either city after college, though.
Update on my internship: I have about ten rough drafts of essays done and will hopefully have fifteen by the end of the summer. What I'm aiming for is a rough draft of the whole thing before I leave. I am honestly just wanting this whole thing to be done, which isn't a good mindset to have, but the problem is basically that I'm not writing this for anyone. It's just a book I'm throwing out there at people. It's not like for a newspaper or a contest or a journal or anything.
I guess it's just a display case of everything I've written so far, which I'm perfectly okay with.