(If I had to guess, I'd say it was the delicious mocha I had a few hours back ( Read more... )

via poisoninjest:

Reply to this entry with your name and post these instructions in your own journal. I will go poke around your list of interests on your profile and ask you one question about one of them. You wax rhapsodic on the subject of your interest for the edification of all and we'll learn something keen about you ( Read more... )

Tonight was the fourth or fifth conversation I've had this week about My Future as a gainfully employed adult. As soon as I got back from dinner with the family in Takoma Park and changed out of my wet clothes (HOLY CRAP is it raining a lot tonight), I jumped online and started trying to figure out what sort of job I'm looking for next. There are, ( Read more... )

The most perfect internship posting ever just landed in my inbox: DC-area, it's paid, the dates would fit my summer plans (*cough*England*cough*), and if I think about it too much, I'm going to jinx my chances. I think I just did. *hyperventilates a little ( Read more... )

Gawker needs an intern. And I'd totally do it. Damn.

(This also makes me feel like I ought to improve the general quality of my posts. It's both cool and distressing that my blog could impact my career, in more than a negative dooced way. Funny world, innit?)

When it comes to wasting time, I am a fucking rock star.

(Why can't I put that on my resume?)

Oh AIM. You are so wonderfully entertaining.

( yes, yes it's definitely late )

This evening I discovered the apparent source of my compulsive need to bake things: it's what my high school friends do for fun. Last night, it was oatmeal chocolate chip cookies (from a mix) with jfray, The Fabulous Elizabeth, and the rest of that Sophomore Class crew. (It seems that I'll always think of them as sophomores, because that's how old ( Read more... )

I'm at work! (How long it's been since I could say that!) Yes, yes, I'm writing mostly just because I can. I'm in Chapin until 1:30, babysitting the Korean Student Association's winter formal. My other options for distraction are drunken people dancing in formal wear, and Ulysses -- need I say more ( Read more... )

I walk past the career development center nearly every day on my way into campus. As a senior, this is ostensibly a Good Thing: when I lived on the green, it was easy to imagine that the campus ended at the science buildings, and that nothing across the street actually mattered. (Please note that I didn't set foot inside the gym, which is also ( Read more... )