I got an internship, which I would be more excited about but the owner is old school. Meaning I have to bring it or get fired. Not exactly something I want happening, especially after that whole cavewoman fiasco. Stupid old hag.
Yes. So I start next Wednesday. At least I think I do. The creative director called me sometime this morning, I was asleep, and told me when to come in. Hence why I say I think I start Wednesday. Anyway. It's a really cool advertising agency that I am not going to talk about a lot due to defamation and nasty law suites. If I never talk about I can't ever be caught saying something bad. Not that I will. But just in case.
The thing that has me worried is that I haven't really written anything since the last article I wrote for my school newspaper. It's been quite a while since then. I am having minor panic attacks that go something like this:
"OMG. I can't do anything. Writing is the ban of my existence! Why, oh why did I ever think I could possibly do this for a living? I think I was dropped on my head as a baby (does going down the stairs in my walker count?) and can no longer string words together in a harmonious and intelligent manner. Fuck."
Anyway the really exciting thing is that I just got a new comforter. It's the first time in my life I have ever owned a new comforter. The last few I have used were handy-me-downs from my oldest sister. Yeah, I am super psyched!
It's green with white flowers ... okay not really it's more like a green background with a screen print of flowers in white. It makes me happy.
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