gazing toward the future
i had pretty much forgotten that i'd applied to time out new york for an internship over in their promotions department (the editorial internship deadline had passed, so i figured promotions would be the next best thing according to their description of the position), but i was swiftly reminded when i got an e-mail in my inbox talking about how they'd received my cover letter and resume and wanted me to come in for an interview. so now i've got an interview over there scheduled for noon on tuesday and hopefully by the time i walk out of that place i'll have twice as many internships as i did before. now i need to stop getting all these jobs where i work for free and get a job that pays me in something other than experience. and by other than experience i mean money. and my money i mean the stuff i use to buy prostitutes with.
in other good news, i think this semester will once again be filled with good grades, as in straight a's up the wazoo. it's about time i got my shit together and started living up to my potential. actually, scratch that. the only time i probably truly fucked around and didn't give a fuck was freshman year, a fond time where i did about 10 times as much partying as i did reading for world cultures: china. the rest of the time i only really did bad in classes was when i was taking shit that i totally didn't care about, ie. writing the essay with the crazy femi-nazi (and really, who the hell likes that class anyway?), natural science 1: einstein's universe (it's physics, so i was guaranteed to fail pretty much), and the aforementioned world cutlures: china. otherwise i suppose i've been doing pretty well for myself, excluding that freak incident in digital journalism: blogging where i got a's on every assignment and on the last assignment i somehow got an f and that lowered my grade from what would have been an a or an a- to a c-. that professor went off to iraq though for journalistic purposes, so maybe his corpse has been riddled with bullet holes or missing a head...or both.
my reporting ii teacher had this to say about my last paper, an essay on a book we read called random family (which comes highly recommended, especially for those unfamiliar with life in the ghetto):
good job ron, as usual
i rocked out with my cock out after reading that.
i'm supposed to be going to hinna's (one of renee's friends) birthday party or something like that, so renee's coming up here tonight and probably spending a week or so up here. but in order to go to this party we've got to find her a fake id so we can get her in the place. damn, reminds me a lot of my own freshman/sophomore year. oh the memories...one day i'll go back home and find my old fake and bust it out for old times sake. only i won't really because it's horrible. best $45 i ever wasted on something. i guess before getting a fake it helps to have a real version of the fake on hand so that you can compare and see how much it pales in comparison or not. and i guess you should get a fake where the name of the city in connecticut you're supposed to be from is actually spelled right. HARTFROD, CONNECTICUT MY ASS.
in other good news, i think this semester will once again be filled with good grades, as in straight a's up the wazoo. it's about time i got my shit together and started living up to my potential. actually, scratch that. the only time i probably truly fucked around and didn't give a fuck was freshman year, a fond time where i did about 10 times as much partying as i did reading for world cultures: china. the rest of the time i only really did bad in classes was when i was taking shit that i totally didn't care about, ie. writing the essay with the crazy femi-nazi (and really, who the hell likes that class anyway?), natural science 1: einstein's universe (it's physics, so i was guaranteed to fail pretty much), and the aforementioned world cutlures: china. otherwise i suppose i've been doing pretty well for myself, excluding that freak incident in digital journalism: blogging where i got a's on every assignment and on the last assignment i somehow got an f and that lowered my grade from what would have been an a or an a- to a c-. that professor went off to iraq though for journalistic purposes, so maybe his corpse has been riddled with bullet holes or missing a head...or both.
my reporting ii teacher had this to say about my last paper, an essay on a book we read called random family (which comes highly recommended, especially for those unfamiliar with life in the ghetto):
good job ron, as usual
i rocked out with my cock out after reading that.
i'm supposed to be going to hinna's (one of renee's friends) birthday party or something like that, so renee's coming up here tonight and probably spending a week or so up here. but in order to go to this party we've got to find her a fake id so we can get her in the place. damn, reminds me a lot of my own freshman/sophomore year. oh the memories...one day i'll go back home and find my old fake and bust it out for old times sake. only i won't really because it's horrible. best $45 i ever wasted on something. i guess before getting a fake it helps to have a real version of the fake on hand so that you can compare and see how much it pales in comparison or not. and i guess you should get a fake where the name of the city in connecticut you're supposed to be from is actually spelled right. HARTFROD, CONNECTICUT MY ASS.