weapon of massive consumption

I completely sympathize with jordy's packing plight, as I have been mocked ceaselessly and mercilessly by piles of crap (my crap) for the past week. it sits there innocently, silently asking "how do you plan to manage me? cradle me in your tired tired arms? *gasp* ultimately UNPACK me?" to which I will respond, "silly boxes. you will sit packed for at least three weeks until I have furniture and have gathered enough courage to face you again."

in other, happier, non-misery related news, my parents have decided to get another golden. meet mack:


I am sure there will be more apartment news in the near, hopefully less-cluttered future.

grown-up chaos

when you're young you like to pretend you're a grown-up because you assume that there isn't anyone taller/wiser/better to tell you what to do, who to be, which vegetables you have to eat. to a child, the adult world means freedom without rules.

well, as a very recent graduate, I will tell you that a life without rules is exactly what any grown-up would imagine it to be -- chaos.

this is not to say that I'm not trying to get it/keep it together. things in my life that appear to be in order:

1) I have a new job (gig? what do you call a job with an end date) that I am basically obsessed with, and it just fell into my lap. I'm the nightlife editor for inside new york, a guidebook put together by columbia students every year [also -- I seem to only tackle "grown-up" projects with fellow lions, ie - putting on an original musical (varsity show), putting together a nyc guidebook (inside new york)].

2) I am looking for a three-bedroom apartment with two of my dearest friends. it is a cruel, cruel broker-world out there, and I insist that all of the good, three-bedroom with a living room apartments on the uws are hidden from us. maybe they're just all in brooklyn.

3) I have been **GASP** going to the gym. REGULARLY. if that doesn't mean I'm a grown-up who takes care of herself, than I don't know what does.

4) the post-graduation bender has appeared to have subsided. this is not to say that I've experienced some "bendettes" in the past few weeks -- it is my responsibility as nightlife editor, after all.

it seems that I update less and catch-up more on this blog than I mean to. perhaps the real world will leave me more time for self-indulgent internet prose. that's what being a grown-up is all about, right?