Working For The Man

I have been busy.

I can't say I'm working for the man...my jobs aren't really soul selling jobs. No traditional hours. 3 days a week is HR, the other two days at a record company. I enjoy them both - one is great work, the other great people. Working is exhausting. Doesn't matter if its running errands, sitting in front of a computer, or stuffing mailings. All of it drains me. Commuting is no cake walk either. It is no walk in the park. It is a walk up and down the stairs, a walk to stuff yourself into a musty subway car full of people that don't want to be around you as much as you don't want to be around them. I can't imagine how I would work in a real 9-5. Or an 11-8 (record company). Or an 8-7 (HR). It makes me wonder if work is actually any better than school. Long hours or no homework? It's 50-50, I think.

Lately my entertainment in lieu of the ipod has been reading How We Are Hungry. Dave Eggers is a little crazy. Sometimes I think he may write things that don't make sense just so people can think they know what they are talking about. Then after you feel your way through his metaphors and descriptions it automatically becomes your favorite because it makes you feel like you've accomplished something.

"She wanted to rub herself in bananas. She wanted to open umbrellas into the faces of cats, make them scurry and scream...She pictured his penis flying across the room and into her, and then shooting in and out. His head on the wall, mounted."

That is smart.
he is ridiculous. I like it.



GOD: I own you like I own the caves.
THE OCEAN: Not a chance. No comparison
GOD: I made you. I could tame you.
THE OCEAN: At one time, maybe. But not now.
GOD: I will come to you, freeze you, break you.
THE OCEAN: I will spread myself like wings. I am a billion tiny feathers. You have no idea what's happened to me.

"I think.... she's worth about 7 million... which means she's really poor. It's disgusting."

I almost didn't make it the whole three and a half minutes, but it's worth it to see the new level of jerkface achieved by Brandon Davis.

Four Hours Out

I moved out today and am now chilling in Jersey.

I've decided Britney Spears is way too pregnant.


She needs to stop doing that. Is she suddenly going to shift her career to singing high class elevator music ala Celine Dion? She certaintly can't return to her old demographic being all pregnant all the time.

does anybody want to take me home?

Dear Adrienne,

Thank you for applying to Columbia University's Summer Housing program. At this time our Summer Housing is at full capacity. Because you applied after the deadline of April 14th, you will be assigned from our Wait List if a space in Summer Housing becomes available.


If space becomes available, you will be housed based on your summer student status, application date and preferences.

There you have it folks, my columbia rejection letter. The grapevine is saying that 100 people have canceled already, but I have not heard any news about that giving me a room. So, anyone in the area willing to take me in? I just learned to cook eggplant parmesan, and I can make some mean boxed food - surely that is rent enough!

Act 1.

Turning in my Structure & Style portfolio marked the end of my finals period. In other words, this bitch done graduated from her sophomore year of college!

Now my task is to reload my music library on to my new refurbished dell hard drive and bake cakes and make dinner for my friends. Oh yeah, and pack. I get kicked out at noon on saturday. Here's to another year completed!

Unfortunately, the end of this year also means the halfway point. I look forward to continuing the uphill battle "what the hell am I doing with myself" street.

In any event, I will honor this momentous moment in time with a link. Enjoy!

ah, life.

wallet: found.

finals: approaching.

15 page paper: due wednesday.

hard drive to my shitty dell computer: burninated.

words that exist in the dictionary of adrienne

advocation
decieving
manipulatory
fantasmic

I really shouldn't write papers so late at night.