I think having someone with a blog called talkabouthumiliation liking my post about my sad/awkward text last night is the highlight of my day.
The low of the day was writing some job inquiries to KBS+P (FINALLY found the people in Talent Management) and having one automatic reply (vacation) and one returned (bad address?) ::buh::
I bought ANOTHER skirt today and that brings my up to a whopping EIGHT skirts. Obviously this is becoming an issue. I also got a new pair of Converse. Nothing makes life a little more brighter than a new pair of Converse. OMGYES,
Also, when I came home from work, there were remnants of police tape everywhere. I found out later on that two guys held up a jewelry store on the avenue. The owner was shot, but he’s okay. It’s so crazy though. This shit doesn’t happen here. Story on NYDailyNews.com
My Spin magazine came a few days ago, and it celebrates the 20th anniversary of Nevermind, Nirvana’s breakthrough album (why not the September issue?) Most of the issue revolved around the influence of Nevermind and asked others in the scene “What did it mean to you?”
I tried to ask myself the same question for the sake of nostalgia/introspection and found that I really felt nothing in regards. Being in my mid 20’s, Nirvana was a bit before me, and wasn’t meant for me - they never were my soundboard (which is what everyone says they were for Gen X.)
When I was younger, like Jr High - I used to do my nails all the time. I had about 50 colors and various stickers, jewels, glitter - you know, nail accoutrements. It was just the thing to do. It was fun, a constant way to change.
In high school I went punk, and would only paint my nails black. Then I stopped for years. Maybe once in a while during college out of boredom, and I would let them chip away into nothingness. I only recently started again, because for some reason my friends love to bond over nail polish and I’m too lazy to use remover - so I just keep re-touching them. Starting a vicious cycle of polish.
The other day someone remarked on my fingers being long and I agreed but added that “the more I look at them, the more stubby they look” We looked again at out hands and this person noted that they thought nail polish was sexy. I’ve never thought of it that way, girly and feminine definitely, but not once did I ever think it was sexy. Then again, everyone has their own idea of what that is.
I feel like there was a race in social media outlets (ie: THE Facebooks) to point out that A) Amy Winehouse died and B) She was 27, joining the infamous ‘club.’ Pointing it out like they’re the only person in the world able to put together the pieces.
Oh, and many tasteless jokes, yes, everyone knows she was a train-wreck, but come on.
Honestly, the overload of the same story just sensationalizes what is just a sad passing of a talented and troubled young women.
My heart sinks every time I look at my Inbox and there’s no reply from a potential employer. I start to wonder if it’s the day rate I proposed, the way I worded my email, the way I dressed at the interview. I hold a little shard of optimism that even though they say “by the end of the weeK” maybe they’re busy, and Monday you’ll hear something. But you probably won’t, so you sit with your eyes constantly wandering to your gmail tab.
I just want a new job so badly, i’m so stressed and I get paid shit. I’ve got loans to repay.
Last night I went out to the bar and ended up staying till closing. As a result I didn’t do much today. I was reading the paper at the table this morning when I suddenly remembered the bartender and his friend teaching me how to throw a punch correctly, including letting me practice. I started laughing thinking about it, but felt it wasn’t the story I wanted to share with my grandparents. Not yet at least.
It’s interesting that if you search for ‘sycamore tussock moth’ there, you get pictures of caterpillars that look for the most part similar, but certainly not identical. Apparently there’s a lot of variety even when they’ll develop into the same thing eventually.
But one thing I’ve read on other identification sites is that really very little is known about the larval stages of most insects and many of them are extremely hard to identify. Which is why some of those sites give full instructions on how to raise them to adulthood, and ask that people who find something photographically document its entire development cycle and submit all of the pics once it has matured!
Update Someone on BugGuide.net says the caterpillar I snapped yesterday could be a Sycamore Tussock Moth. It looks similar, but it didn’t have the same face. It was also smaller. It kind of looked like this one, also unknown.
I went to the Mets/Cards game today, and I sat in the sun all afternoon. Everyone in right field was shining with beads of sweat, but we all just sat there. And now i’m paying for it with some pretty intense burn. Even walking home it was just, the air was just so heavy I felt like choking.
I’ve gotten to the point where I think I can either give someone a serious Happy Birthday on their wall or just not say anything. Because that’s Facebook, everyone is “friends.” People use the word like it means nothing. People cut and paste the phrase “Happy Birthday” and the only reason they knew to say it is because a social network reminded them.
I have 403 “friends.” I think that means I have 300 acquaintances that may or may not get birthday wishes. Maybe only if I want our relationship to remain in good standing.
We all know it’s a pissing contest to see who gets the most birthday comments on their wall anyway. Bah Humbug.
I love this kind of stuff, so looked through some identification guides online to try to figure out what this guy is. It’s kind of hard going by just these pics though, because there’s a lot of detail that can’t be seen… like is that smooth skin, or is there stubble or hair on it? The layout of the legs is also important.
Anyway, here’s probably the best thing to do: create an account at bugguide.net, and upload a photo. Lots of people who really pay attention to this stuff will see it, and maybe somebody will be able to help. And if that works, I hope you’ll update here!