Aug
27th
Fri
27th
Grads at MIT are dumbasses
yeah, completely unaware that I was PYPing. And y’all weren’t even hot.
Fucken Harpoon cider.
Aug
26th
Thu
26th
It’s all about perspective.
Meeting a shoe salesgirl with 302 pairs of shoes makes me feel like having 40+ pairs myself does not qualify a having a shoe-buying problem.
Meme Remix of the Day: Paramore’s Hayley Williams, New Found Glory’s Jordan Pundik, and Relient K’s Ethan Luck cover the Greogory Brothers’ Billboard-approved “Bed Intruder Song.”
[thanks dustin!]
MY GOD.
Complete adoration.
I want to make my own wall decals out of ConTact paper.
Because paying $40+ for that shit for my dorm room is beyond ridiculous. Has anybody done this? Is it too hard? I am generally pretty adept at all things arts-and-crafty.
The weather is supposed to be nice today for the first time this week.
And all I want to do is dress up, go out to lunch somewhere nice that I can’t afford right now on my post-Paris budget, and write all the stuff I’ve been putting off.
Aug
25th
Wed
25th
At Thirsty's; everybody thinks I'm a grad student.
- Bouncer: you haven't been here in a while. Did you graduate?
- Me: nope. Last year of undergrad!
- Bouncer: you're an undergrad?!?!?
You've Escaped: "Too ______." "Not _______ enough."
My professor was late to my first class of History of Cuba today. I sat watching the sky outside slowly turning gray and internally high fived myself for bringing an umbrella. It was cold in the classroom. I sat on one foot. The classroom slowly filled up, everyone spreading around so as to not…
Yup, same here. Too fluent in English to be Puerto Rican. In France, I had to get by saying I was American because people don’t understand the concept of Latinas who speak perfect English, and then here in the States people always marvel at my level of fluency, which infuriates me because it carries the implication that Latinos don’t/can’t speak good English? Ugh, please. Latinos come in all colors, shapes and sizes.
Has anybody shopped at ModCloth?
I’m looking at it and they have cute stuff, but I want to know if it’s good quality.
aurgh.
So my Basketweaving 101 for this term (Conversational French) clashes with my lab requirement and I am PISSED. There are no other French classes that fit my schedule, and I was counting on them because they’re easy to pass— the one I wanted to take is taught by the most laid-back professor ever, and I’d get an A just for sitting and talking which, um, is pretty baller. I can’t do another level 1 language because I’m not waking up early for that shit, so… MIT peeps, y’all got any recs for a HASS on MW afternoons?
Aug
24th
Tue
24th
Today, every show on TV is talking shit about the horrible dress Miss Puerto Rico wore last night and they’re showing clips of Zuleyka Rivera, who won in 2006 with her weird metal dress.
Jesus Christ, what a perfect woman.
This was the same dress I thought of when Mariana Vicente walked with her horrible gown. THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT, a 25-lb. dress with chains all over.
At least now I know my French is better than I thought…
Because I just dumped the Dude in French.
I didn’t want to, but it’s time to face the music…
I may still have a couple of contacts at Boston Beer Company (the Sam Adams folks) - want me to see if I can tap them, if you’d pardon the bad pun?
Tap away, baby!
(I love bad puns.)
Y’all, please, help this girl get a job. How fucking BADASS would it be to be a girl brewer and be like rawrrrrrrr I make beer for a livingggggggggg
you know it.
I had a momentary freak-out…
Because I freak out over the silliest things. Basically, I have an idea of how I want my life to go but no idea how to get there. About a year ago, Don helped me figure out what the ideal scenario would be, which is to get a job at a brewery, but I have no idea how to start. My chemical engineering degree should help, but aside from theoretical knowledge of how fermentation and bioreactors work, I have no experience. So I keep on running into dead ends.
Today, I threw my hands up in the air and decided to do something I thought wouldn’t get me anywhere, which was to go to a few websites for breweries I like, and fill out their generic “Contact Us” form pimping out my MIT education and asking about job opportunities for recent graduates.
Well….
I got one reply! So it’s nothing exciting because it only gives me a reference person, but at least now I know who to talk to at Allagash if I want a job. If anything, it encourages me and makes me feel like I’m taking one step in the right direction. Now, if Harpoon got back to me, that’d make my day…
My old dorm: we’re not a crack house, we’re a crack home with WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING SHITTING IN THE SHOWER.
I WANT TO TAKE A FUCKING SHIT IN THE SHOWERS NOW. I tried to talk to Ken to move in early, even telling him I could pay if necessary, and he said no. Fucking bullshit… I’m tired of abusing people’s generosity and crashing at their place :-(
Aug
23rd
Mon
23rd
Well, Miss Puerto Rico’s fucked.
She had a huge shiny dress with a knot on the back, she looks fucking weird.
She also said she picked it cause it shows off her legs, which were nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t even see her feet.
Seriosuly, that dress fucked her over so hard. They should have stuck with the master of fabulosity, Carlos Alberto. That glitter-vomiting fierce bitch knows how to sew a mean dress.
