you wanna cut a piece of cake, you gotta have a bit of blade
today is my last day at the internship. rumor has it they're getting me a cake. how adorable. this company is effing great, i couldn't have asked for a nicer group of people to work with. seriously.
i'm up to 65 pages on the screenplay.
this weekend will be gorgeous and (hopefully) full of wiffleball. oh, and the marathon's on monday, so be sure to check out The Sports Guy's Guide to the Boston Marathon. it's hilarious. hopefully this year's marathon monday will be better than last year's, one of the lamest and stupidest days ever.
but hey, at least we got those megaphones.
i've avoided bringing it up for a while, but it's time... the new weezer song is just atrocious. tripe tripe crap tripe. i've still got hope for the rest of the album, though. comparable to the amount of hope i have for the celtics in the playoffs.
had lunch with melissa kate blumberg today. it was cute. she made fun of my haircut. we ate wraps. people-watched. good times.
i'm doing audio for the dance concert thingy again in may, so that should put a decent wad of cash in my pocket. just call me ol' wadpockets.
got a call today from some guy at a financial planning company in quincy. he found my resume on monster.com (which i posted like, 2 days ago), and he wants to interview me for a position as a financial planner. on a related note: i'm outta change, so i might be turnstile-hopping to get home.
seriously though, how ridiculous is that? a fucking FINANCIAL PLANNER?! i expressed interest, but only because i was kind of in shock. at first, the tone of his voice had me thinking i was in trouble with the law again or something. what the fuck do i know? i'm pretty sure i could get pulled over and arrested for my gay haircut at this point.
but yeah, i'm not interested. besides the fact that i'm looking to move away, i just canNOT imagine how depressing it would be to give people financial advice 40 hours a week. fuck that noise.
i'm pretty hungover.
they're finally fixing the part of lagrange street between center and washington, which is long overdue. thank god. in the meantime, however, raised sewer covers have led to some interesting obstacle course-induced near accidents. i can't believe i'm even writing about this.
the song "see through head" by the hives wins today's prize. honorable mention: "space is the place" by spacehog, and "summerholidays vs. punkroutine" by the refused.
someone should help me organize a graduation/off-probation party in mid-to-late may. we can all run around in caps and gowns and shoot each other with bb guns! we should also have a drunken pool party/bbq at my place at some point.
that's all for now, i suppose.
a king among men.
i'm up to 65 pages on the screenplay.
this weekend will be gorgeous and (hopefully) full of wiffleball. oh, and the marathon's on monday, so be sure to check out The Sports Guy's Guide to the Boston Marathon. it's hilarious. hopefully this year's marathon monday will be better than last year's, one of the lamest and stupidest days ever.
but hey, at least we got those megaphones.
i've avoided bringing it up for a while, but it's time... the new weezer song is just atrocious. tripe tripe crap tripe. i've still got hope for the rest of the album, though. comparable to the amount of hope i have for the celtics in the playoffs.
had lunch with melissa kate blumberg today. it was cute. she made fun of my haircut. we ate wraps. people-watched. good times.
i'm doing audio for the dance concert thingy again in may, so that should put a decent wad of cash in my pocket. just call me ol' wadpockets.
got a call today from some guy at a financial planning company in quincy. he found my resume on monster.com (which i posted like, 2 days ago), and he wants to interview me for a position as a financial planner. on a related note: i'm outta change, so i might be turnstile-hopping to get home.
seriously though, how ridiculous is that? a fucking FINANCIAL PLANNER?! i expressed interest, but only because i was kind of in shock. at first, the tone of his voice had me thinking i was in trouble with the law again or something. what the fuck do i know? i'm pretty sure i could get pulled over and arrested for my gay haircut at this point.
but yeah, i'm not interested. besides the fact that i'm looking to move away, i just canNOT imagine how depressing it would be to give people financial advice 40 hours a week. fuck that noise.
i'm pretty hungover.
they're finally fixing the part of lagrange street between center and washington, which is long overdue. thank god. in the meantime, however, raised sewer covers have led to some interesting obstacle course-induced near accidents. i can't believe i'm even writing about this.
the song "see through head" by the hives wins today's prize. honorable mention: "space is the place" by spacehog, and "summerholidays vs. punkroutine" by the refused.
someone should help me organize a graduation/off-probation party in mid-to-late may. we can all run around in caps and gowns and shoot each other with bb guns! we should also have a drunken pool party/bbq at my place at some point.
that's all for now, i suppose.
a king among men.