I saw a burly soldier today nonchalantly sipping a Strawberries and Cream frappucino. It made me happy, although I admit it's not the most breathtaking or original of poetic images. But if there's one thing I appreciate, it's a man with a frothy pink drink. No, that's not true. There are lots of things I appreciate more than a man in a frothy pink... no, with a frothy pink drink, but I am really tired right now. Or not so much tired as confused and lethargic. Although I wouldn't say no to curling up into bed with a mug of hot chocolate and something really fluffy to read. Ohhhhhh, I'm making myself tired. Aaaaaagh.
At the magazine last Thursday, the editor (in chief), Katherine, came up behind me and started talking about the publisher, Nicole, who btw has terrible taste imho with her freaking ORANGE, but anyway, Katherine said Nicole loves the history issue, layout, readability, and "especially the photos," which I worked on a lot. I was all "Yay! A kudo!" Also, I got an assignment today to write a real article. Huzzah for me. The other two interns are bonding over their shared young adult experiences, though, and I'm just like uhhhh? The only thing we all have in common is (a) our hatred for the orange cubicles and (b) lovins for Arrested Development. It's weird how with some people, you just click and always seem to find stuff to talk about. Like the weather or anything, and there's comfortable banter. And with others, you're trying to fill this gaping hole of silence and you say something about the weather and the other person's like "Yeaaaaaaah, The Weather." And it's all awkward. It's like non-sexual chemistry. God, I'm not making much sense, huh? But we've (me + other interns) exhausted the conversational possibilities of the orange hate, so I'm thinking of moving on to point (b), Arrested Development, and coming up behind one of them, massaging their shoulders and doing the "Heeeeeeeeey, co worker!" in the Buster voice. But that would suck if they didn't get it. I'd be an eternal pariah and people would always glance over their shoulders when I entered a room. Ironically like Buster. Poor guy!! In other office stuff, my mom was just telling me how she hates work parties and birthday parties at work, and I was thinking Well, I love that idea! I wish I worked in a place where people would sing and give me cake and Kelly (receptionist and by that I mean Office Manager) just sent an email today asking for birthday dates so we could have little cake get togethers, and I was all, yaaaay! But I may not be there on the 21st. I'll have to wait to stop for the summer until the 22nd, or something. They'll probably figure that one out.
Speaking of boring stuff like offices and school, isn't it weird that I should choose some super obscure topic for my thesis - legal pluralism in Egypt, namely - then find another girl in the 13-person group is doing the same thing? I nearly jumped out of my skin when I opened the file and saw "Legal Pluralism in Egypt" as her title. So she was the person I just requested five books from online. Hmmm.
I saw on a Harry Potter news site the other day (oh, quiet, you) that JK Rowling had updated her website with stuff about skinny celebrities and Pink's Stupid Girls song, and also about how hard it was to find normal lined paper in Edinburgh. Well, I'm on the treadmill at the Y and what should I see but a CNN broadcast about "The Skinny from Rowling" or some such thing. And this morning in the paper there was an item about how she can't find paper in Edinburgh. Wow, that woman has clout. Clout, such a nice word. Like a big club in a Gary Larsen cartoon. With lumps and thorns. Bring it down on somebodys head. Your enemy's head. CLOUT.
Okaaaaay I think I'm gonna zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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