a.u.b., bitches
my room is disgusting, filled with dirty laundry and empty vitamin waters and random pieces of paper. how can i get a room this messy when i don't even have any stuff here??
in other news, i ate a pint of ben & jerry's brownie batter ice cream tonight. not all at once, but in one night. the majority of it was eaten while watching sex in the city.
i feel so disgusting after typing that. eewww. i'm a stereotype. tune in next week, when i start reading 'the devil wears prada.'
but whatever, the ice cream was delicious (and worth the tummy ache afterwards) and i hadn't had any ice cream since indulging my 21 choices habit 84,000 times with allie while we were moving out.
aaaaaaand, i'm leaving for appleton tomorrow night (technically wednesday morning) to see allyson graduate! the last four weeks without her have felt like the longest ever. and, further proof that the staff at intersection rocks my socks: so i go upstairs to print my ticket, and ask someone in passing what time BART stops running, so i can catch a train to SFO to catch my redeye flight. kevin (lit. program director) overhears, and asks me what time my flight is. i say 12:42 am, and then he informs me that he could pick me up after the jazz show ends tomorrow night and DRIVE me to the airport, which will get me there with the perfect amount of time to check in, etc. and i was blown away. how sweet is that? i mean, yeah, i live really close to intersection, and yeah, it's sort of on his way home, but still. the people who work there are absurdly nice.
in other news, i have a (paying) job! i'm not 100% sure that i'll go through with it, because i have an interview at Lush tomorrow and i want to see how it goes, and there's one cafe i really want to check in with, and i can stall because of my trip, i don't start training for awhile (made longer by the fact that i will probably fib a little and say that i have internship stuff on the 13th when in reality, i'm going to RADAR)...but it's very very likely that i'll be doing phone sales for the SF opera. upside: i can feel artsy and say i work for the opera. plus the money's not too shabby and i don't have to work long hours. downside: it's phone work.
then again, i spent three months working 40 hours a week selling sightseeing tours while wearing the khaki pants/polo ensemble. and we got secret-shopped. and my boss was crazy. bring it on, opera.
and bring it soon, dammit, cos i'm sort of broke. goddamn Ritual is directly in my line of sight whenever i walk to intersection...and i always manage to talk myself into a mocha before work. plus, they sell this amazing pumpkin bread... maybe i should start taking 20th St instead of 21st.
resolved: we will cut down on all food from the taquerias (exempting tacos under $2), Ritual coffee, baked goods, vitamin water, cigarettes, drinking beer at the lex and needless grocery purchases (such as overpriced jars of Nutella)until we have a paying job, in order to save money. instead, we will buy a conservative mixture of cheap produce, tortillas, and rice at the corner market, and tasty organic flourishes from Rainbow Grocery.
i feel like this entire entry included way too much information about my food vices. sorry, and i'll try to do better next time.
in other news, i ate a pint of ben & jerry's brownie batter ice cream tonight. not all at once, but in one night. the majority of it was eaten while watching sex in the city.
i feel so disgusting after typing that. eewww. i'm a stereotype. tune in next week, when i start reading 'the devil wears prada.'
but whatever, the ice cream was delicious (and worth the tummy ache afterwards) and i hadn't had any ice cream since indulging my 21 choices habit 84,000 times with allie while we were moving out.
aaaaaaand, i'm leaving for appleton tomorrow night (technically wednesday morning) to see allyson graduate! the last four weeks without her have felt like the longest ever. and, further proof that the staff at intersection rocks my socks: so i go upstairs to print my ticket, and ask someone in passing what time BART stops running, so i can catch a train to SFO to catch my redeye flight. kevin (lit. program director) overhears, and asks me what time my flight is. i say 12:42 am, and then he informs me that he could pick me up after the jazz show ends tomorrow night and DRIVE me to the airport, which will get me there with the perfect amount of time to check in, etc. and i was blown away. how sweet is that? i mean, yeah, i live really close to intersection, and yeah, it's sort of on his way home, but still. the people who work there are absurdly nice.
in other news, i have a (paying) job! i'm not 100% sure that i'll go through with it, because i have an interview at Lush tomorrow and i want to see how it goes, and there's one cafe i really want to check in with, and i can stall because of my trip, i don't start training for awhile (made longer by the fact that i will probably fib a little and say that i have internship stuff on the 13th when in reality, i'm going to RADAR)...but it's very very likely that i'll be doing phone sales for the SF opera. upside: i can feel artsy and say i work for the opera. plus the money's not too shabby and i don't have to work long hours. downside: it's phone work.
then again, i spent three months working 40 hours a week selling sightseeing tours while wearing the khaki pants/polo ensemble. and we got secret-shopped. and my boss was crazy. bring it on, opera.
and bring it soon, dammit, cos i'm sort of broke. goddamn Ritual is directly in my line of sight whenever i walk to intersection...and i always manage to talk myself into a mocha before work. plus, they sell this amazing pumpkin bread... maybe i should start taking 20th St instead of 21st.
resolved: we will cut down on all food from the taquerias (exempting tacos under $2), Ritual coffee, baked goods, vitamin water, cigarettes, drinking beer at the lex and needless grocery purchases (such as overpriced jars of Nutella)until we have a paying job, in order to save money. instead, we will buy a conservative mixture of cheap produce, tortillas, and rice at the corner market, and tasty organic flourishes from Rainbow Grocery.
i feel like this entire entry included way too much information about my food vices. sorry, and i'll try to do better next time.