over dinner last night, my mom told me that my dad told her that he's not racist, but classist, which is disconcerting considering he and my mom came from zero money, considering he's a therapist, and, fuck, considering he's a human being. this comment was made in reference to brendan's latino friends, who are pretty much all drug dealers but my ( Read more... )

harper's bazaar is a funny place. i'm surrounded by thousands upon thousands (upon thousands) of dollars of clothing, i get to hear the head of the fashion closet -- who might as well be "just jack" from will and grace -- bitch at pr girls at different brands, and i get to go and do errands outside . . . but i'm going to start doing editorial work ( Read more... )

for my birthday, lucas sent me:

-a les savy fav 10" that has "hold on to your genre" and "meet me in the dollar bin."
-polaroid film because he knows that i'm buying a polaroid camera soon.
-twix.
-dark chocolate truffles.
-a letter.

i'm fucking smitten. when is june 2nd?(?!?!)

i skipped my playwriting class today and i feel really badly about it. i like the class and i hate skipping classes for no dire reason. the only reason i had skipped a class this semester was because i had a 103 fever. i woke up this morning feeling like i lost in a fist fight to a giant, and i am really nervous about my psych exam tomorrow. my ( Read more... )

drunk confession: i'm going to fucking flip out if i don't have in-love sex soon. rationally i know that you don't fall in love with someone in two seconds, and rationally i know that the person that i thought i liked i don't like any more because he is immature (big surprise; story of my life), but still. i've been listening to the jealous sound ( Read more... )

i'll be twenty soon. that's nuts in my mind ( Read more... )

I'M WORKING AT HARPER'S FUCKING BAZAAR THIS SUMMER.

i have to laugh at the fact that some dumb jock in my poetry class told his friend/my distant acquaintance to "talk to that girl, she's smart and i need her notes for the test on monday." this kid and i have never uttered a word to eachother -- did he really think that i'd be all about it? on top of that, he urged his friend to ask me because he ( Read more... )

an editor at harper's bazaar, after a back and forth of emails between us, sent me one tonight that just said "when can you start?" i really hope that means that i have an internship. i will buy myself a chocolate cake if i end up interning there. it will be in the fashion closet; i was hoping for an editorial position but i figure a few things: ( Read more... )

i bought a corset last night and made out with an extremely tall math major who is better read than i am. these two statements are not related.