Alright, back to business. There’s lots and lots going on…where to start?
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T-t-totally beasted school last semester. I got straight A’s, which I feel is noteworthy, considering the last time this happened, I was sporting stirrup stretch pants on a regular basis and my grades came home in a Lisa Frank backpack.
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I’m missing my first day of class because I’m traveling with mah boyfriend to Washington, D.C. to be there in person for Obama’s inauguration and address. His parents bought us train tickets, but unfortunately we don’t have Senator Connections, so we’re going to be part of the Churning Faceless Mass on the National Mall that you’ll see on CNN from the relative safety of your own home. When I found out we were going, I briefly panicked: I’m going to miss my last first day of college?? But 4.8 seconds later, I remembered that some people might sell their major organs for this opportunity, and promptly got over myself.
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Things I’m way, way into right now:
In The Heights. Did I ever mention that my greatest fantasy is to have been born Dominican so that I could grow into a feisty Latina woman? So much Feisty in this show. SO. MUCH.
(fluff)Friends. I don’t want to talk about it.
Jesse McCartney’s slow-jam version of T-Pain’s “Buy You A Drank.” Another fun fact: when I was 14, I was hopelessly obsessed with Dream Street, a kiddie-pop boy band that Jesse McCartney was in, although I was much more interested in another one of his parachute-pants-clad bandmates. I can hardly believe that he now looks and sounds like this. He’s turned out to be sort of a little hottie. Which is, in turn, negated by the fact that he apparently uses the phrase “nasty groove” in casual speech.
NPR. I know, I know, honk-shu. Shut up. Public talk radio is the shit, and I don’t care what anyone else says.
Horror and slipstream fiction. I’m reading Magic for Beginners by Kelly Link right now, but I have Poe’s Children (a short story anthology), Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book, and Stephen King’s Just After Sunset on deck. I’ve only recently wholeheartedly embraced the weird, sci-fi-loving, Tie-Dye Faerie Sweatshirt Wearing side of myself, and honestly? It feels good.
Well. I don’t actually own any tie-dyed fairy apparel. Please. But, you know, I might as well.
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I’ve officially joined the ranks of the–what is it, thousands? hundreds of thousands? of people who have been laid off because the economy is shitty. While I wasn’t blogging I developed a fiery hostility towards the $700 billion bailout plan. And now, months later and lacking employment, I shout I TOLD YOU IT WOULDN’T WORK! I TOLD YOU! in the general direction of Capitol Hill, but I don’t think they can hear me.
For once, it feels horrible to be right.
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I’m graduating in three months. A third of the time it takes to gestate a human baby. If anyone else is out there who remembers what this felt like, can you help me? Can you remind me that life goes on without deadlines and syllabuses and meal plans and office hours? Even if it doesn’t, lie. I need to know I can make it.
Anxiously yours,
Melissa
