friday five

I apologize that this is not, in fact, posted on Friday.  But life happens.  You know how it is.

Top 5 Weird Jobs I'm Considering

1.  Wedding planner

For someone who is so vehemently opposed to getting near a big white dress and "I do," I think I would be perhaps the most phenomenal wedding planner to walk this earth.  I'm organized, I have a good eye for design and color and I can crunch the numbers to make sure the bride and groom stay within the budget.  I'm a multi-tasker - I can do hair, I've got loads of creative solutions for those last minute problems right before she walks down the aisle and I've got a great power walk and menacing upwards loom for any catering staff that would DARE to tell me they don't have enough of the lemon chicken we ordered.  

Brides would love me.  I'd probably end up hating all of them.

2.  Bartender

I've always wanted to bartend.  I'm not sure why.  Perhaps it's my general amusement by alcohol and those under its influence in the happy, safe and ridiculous kind of way.  My parents would be abhorred that their child would be one to perpetuate domestic violence and the general slide into immorality, but dude.  Bartenders, good ones, and even okay ones, can make bank.  And considering I'm a pretty good conversationalist, I've got great hair and I'm female, I think I would be one to make bank.

3.  Secretary

I know, how boring and blah and what a waste of all that creativity you have percolating inside of you, jewel... but really?  Think of me in an office, surrounded by paper clips, dry erase markers, calendars, sticky notes, manila folders, pens and a computer?  I think I'd basically fall over myself to sit in that swirly office chair.  Another bonus of a secretarial position is that you wouldn't "take the work home" with you.  You go, 9-5 with the envelopes, and then leave.  Free.

Maybe I should just work at Staples instead.

4.  Painter

Not like, in the artiste sort of way.  I mean an interior painter.  With rollers and Duron and co-workers who most likely don't speak English.  I don't know, this has always been my joking fallback option if being an actor didn't work out.  I like colors, and I always dream about painting my own room wacky and ridiculous colors, it'd be pretty cool to paint everyone else's instead.

5.  Personal Assistant

Now, Jamie warned me off of this, saying it was frustrating and you had to do the stupid jobs that no one wants to do, but I still think it would be really ridiculous to be a PA.  I'm totally down for getting dry cleaning, coffee, going grocery shopping or planning my boss's dinners with clients.  This kind of reads into the Wedding Planner, but my talent for multitasking and simply getting shit done would make me a phenomenal PA.  

The added bonus is that then I'd be so busy managing someone else's life, I wouldn't have the time to worry about mine.

employment

bwahahahaha!  my new source of income!

Paper Source

it's like crack for a paper lover.  i.e., me.

a day in the photo lab

This is how I spend my Tuesdays.

Caitlin, the unofficial lab assistant, needed to take a photo adaptation.  She chose Rosie.  In the second photo, note her take on "We Can Do It" and the balance of femininity and strength.



The latter is a more typical Adam face.  Here is a second look at Rosie, perhaps a more interesting image of today's feminism.

Adam stole the camera.  Look at the pretty modeling light.

This is actually a photo adaptation as well, though I don't know the original picture.  It's pretty hilarious, two people with white sheets over their heads.  So, this is Adam and I with Starbucks aprons smothered on our faces, inhaling the smell of photo chemistry for unhealthy, extended periods of time.  

WINNER FOR THE MOST INAPPROPRIATE QUOTE EVER

Adam, whispering in my ear in a very stalker-y voice as we smushed together:

 "I like it when we touch."

generations of epic

My grandfather was a hero.  

He served in World War II and got a Purple Heart.  He married a woman beautiful enough to be a movie star.  They had three kids, two girls and a boy.  His only son is my dad.

When I was about nine, my grandfather suffered a stroke.  It left him with speech and physical difficulties, but he kept going.  He died when I was about twelve or thirteen.  It was my first funeral.

I remember one visit to their house, he sat me down in the den.  And he began telling me, fighting through the speech problems, how when he was a young man, he voted for no one but a Democrat.  But later in life, he said he changed to voting for the Republicans because the Democratic values had changed, and he couldn't stay loyal to them any longer.

As a ten year old, I did my best to understand.  

Now as an almost-21 year old, I hope I understand.

Today was my first time voting in a presidential election.  And wow, talk about epic.  I stood in my little voting booth for a full minute just staring at my choices.  I even took a picture with my phone, which is currently set to my wallpaper, of that flashing "VOTE" button on the screen.  I don't understand how anyone could not vote.  

It's funny how numb I felt before today.  Right now I'm on fire, and I hope it doesn't change.

Papa, I hope you're proud.

it's time for greatness

It hit me today as I sat in class.

Tomorrow, we elect the next president.

Being in D.C., it's so easy to turn a deaf ear to the election and politics in general.  I get so inundated  with everything political at AU, I start to not care.  I forget that when I sit at my little table, analyzing the media's coverage of Sarah Palin and her pregnant daughter, when we look at the implications of Obama's "fist bump," we're not just discussing everyday politicians, we are looking at people that could be in control of perhaps the greatest country in the free world.

I forget that I am a citizen, not just a student.  I have responsibilities beyond midterms.  I have (however small) power, I have a voice outside the classroom.  And nothing should keep me from using that at this crucial time, no matter how certain I think this election is.

So with that in mind, despite the two papers I have due in less than a week, despite rehearsals every single night, despite losing hair, sleep and my mind, I will be driving home tonight so I can get up in the morning and vote.

Meiko - Good Looking Loser

See it live, here.

Guess who this song makes me think of.  The answer would be E) All of the above.

look what you've done

look what you have become

beautiful yet a fool and a thief

with my eyes closed

cause that's how it goes

everyone knew it but me

you're a good looking loser

and i'm the one who got away

with my eyes full of tears

and my hands in two beers

and the story is i am ashamed

should've been smarter

should've tried harder

should've been quick to your game

you're a good looking loser

and i'm the one who got away

nobody said it'd be different this time

maybe you're all the same

and i've had my doubts but i threw them all out

i had faith

that there'd be no price to pay

you're a good looking loser

and i'm the one who got away

i'm the one who got away

you're a good looking loser

and i will do what i have to do

i will try to find my place in the diary of jane

This acoustic version of "Diary of Jane" is one of the best I've ever heard.  Go to Imeem and find it if you're a Breaking Benjamin fan. 

So.  I turn 21 in basically a week.  Crazy, right?  Who ever would've thought I'd have made it this far?  Not me, for sure.  And technically, I could very well die of exhaustion in the week before I make it to 21 with the amount of work I have to do - but hey, we'll be optimistic for a change and say I'll make it.

In the meantime, I'm listening to acoustic rock tracks and debating the merits and consequences of pursuing a boy at school.  Along with a rehearsals, two papers, a director's book, plus the normal amount of petty homework... it's more than enough to keep me busy.

21, I'll see you soon.