Wanted: Duck killer ( Read more... )

Went to a job interview. It was OK. If he can overlook my non-existent Photoshop capabilities I may have the job. Goal: Learn Photoshop. It's just one of those things that you never really know well until you use it everyday ( Read more... )

But the actual amount of work I've done has been about half an hour. I am one slack MotherF. I don't know how I manage it, but all my jobs for the last five years haven't required me to do much. It's not healthy, really. I'm going to get a real job and have to work and won't know how to handle it.

Man, there's nothing like taking your afternoon nap and waking up to a freaking earthquake. Sheesh. I wondered why the window was rattling so badly. I couldn't even tell the ground was moving- I thought it was just my natural just-woke-up wobbliness.

Its done, dusted, finished. The last paper I will ever have to write to complete my Master's degree had been turned in. It hasn't even hit me yet, this joyous freedom.

I apologize to all that I have neglected over the last few months. I shall be in contact shortly.

Tickets have been scored to The Arcade Fire/David Byrne show at the Hollywood Bowl. Can.not.wait!

Spotted: Dave Navarro getting on the elevator at Stewart's work, which just happens to be the same building Indie 103 is housed in. He's not very tall and has a rather slight build. Carmen was nowhere to be seen.

I've been feeling like crap lately. I've just got too much shit to do and things have been too emotional. I don't like emotions. I got really stressed out yesterday because I turned in a paper late. I stayed up till 2 the night before to work on it, fell asleep and woke back up at 6 to continue. Then, an hour before its due, my stupid printer ( Read more... )

I love spending $300 on dinner. I love the feeling of thinking, fuck it. Lets not calculate this, lets get what we want, and let's enjoy it ( Read more... )

Two things I hate right now ( Read more... )