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So.
If there was a key that would effectively express the absolute clusterfuck that is my brain at the moment, I would strike it... repeatedly. With my fist.
Not that my addled mind ever operates at maximum efficiency or... normalcy, but I can't seem to grab a thought and hold on to it for more than half a second lately. Unless that thought is "hm, I really wish I was stoned" or "mmm, bed"
Classes are really beating me down this semester and everything seems to be piling up, despite my best efforts to avoid that. And the green conference (the biggest FUCKING mistake I ever made) is an absolute mess of a disaster and now internship stuff comes swirling into the mix and portfolio is going NOWHERE since I have only bothered to get off my arse and go to three classes this semester. And the classes I have gone to have been laughable since I frightened my professor with my foul temper and swearing last semester to such an extent that she hardly speaks to me now.
And now I have to write this bio and put together another separate portfolio for this scholarship that Renz nominated me for. And, lord help me, I almost turned his nomination down because of the extra work, but a shot at 30,000.00 is hard to turn away. And I get to work with Brody on it which is more than ok with me. And Renz keeps "putting in the good word" for me at these really... fucking HUGE firms in Boston that are all... .prestigious and I'm realizing that, not only am I terrified of graduating and having a job, but I'm even more terrified of success. I'd rather be mediocre and content than successful and stressed. I should be pleased that he seems to have some confidence in my abilities, even though I've given him no reason for it... but I'm not. I'm just incredibly stressed. And as a MacAulay, particularly, a MacAulay of the female persuasion, I am not prepared or able to handle stress. At least, not in any healthy sense. See below.
Leaving for the UK on Thursday, which should be a huge relief, but all I can think is "Holy CHRIST on a bicycle, I have to get all this work done before Wednesday". To top it all, my mother, Jenn, and Brynn visited this weekend and nearly drove me insane. I only spent a total of maybe... 10 hours with them and as a result, drank half a gallon of beer and somehow bollocksed up my wrist.
The lesson to be taken from this post? Life sucks. Or rather, I suck at living it.
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Things! Ventured home on Friday for the long weekend. General laziness. Kicked the Anchor Steam and tapped the Red Seal Ale. Was a frightening moment when the CO2 tank ran out and Pete had to work his magic on the back up tank. The day was saved, however, and much beer did flow and many chocolate covered pretzels were eaten. Red Seal is delicious. Customary Irish Coffees. Played some Guitar Hero. Some strange 80's cover band version... Was trapped at the Honda dealership for-fucking-ever on Monday. Brakes are OK apparently and the horrifying noise is all in my head. Whatever. I'll just hope my brakes don't fail on the way to New Haven on Sunday... Which brings me neatly to WILCO!!! Show number four for me and the first one in my own state... though it's not like I'm in Connecticut. But, I figure if I can go see Wilco in Maryland, Montreal, and Vermont... Connecticut isn't so bad. And New Haven is pretty sick. I'm thinking fish n' chips at Anna Liffey's and tasty beer at the Playwright. Through a strange series of events both Jenn and Pete are possibly going... though there is also a chance that neither of them are going. Apparently Ernie has an extra ticket which he was going to give to Jenn, but she would be sitting with his ex-wife... and then Ernie THE WANKER... knows someone at the Schubert and got seats right up front... Fucker. Anyway, apparently there could be another ticket for Pete which would be cool. Must figure out what they are doing since Jenn refuses to drive into New Haven alone. I really don't want to drive to Torrington to pick her up but... whatever. Possibly going to see the Reverend in Troy, New York in May. At a brew pub. Which would be amazing for obvious reasons, but it is 3 hours away, hotels are expensive around there, and it's right before finals. Then again, it's the Reverend. With Jenn and Pete. At a brewery. Leaving for the UK in about three weeks. Hopefully will get to see some Sherlocky sites and I am damned determined to find the flat or the pub from Spaced. Going to Wales as well and Bath at the end which should be incredible and YAY fish n' chips and proper pints. Current Mood:  calm
Tasty Groove: Wilco: Forget the Flowers
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So, I have a job. Ooh ahh, tremble tremble.
It's complete shit. And no, not just because I'm a lazy pig-eyed sack of crap that doesn't like to do anything that involves getting out my wrinkly ol' jeans... or my bed. It is complete shit for the following and totally legitimate reasons:
1. My boss is a crazy nutter who would sell you the shoes off her feet if it would make a sale.
2. Yes, she has done this.
3. I have to open and close the store after about... 10 hours of work experience. By myself. Alone.
4. I am being paid a "training rate", which was never mentioned or discussed upon my being hired, and the kicker is I am training myself since no one is ever around.
5. I don't get paid every week. I don't even get paid every two weeks... NO.... no, no, and no. I get paid ONCE A BLOODY MONTH. I ask you...
6. People in Beverly Farms have a silver spoon shoved up their collective asses.
7. I never get out on time.
8. My boss is constantly on the phone coddling her maladjusted boarding school brats. Half the time my parents forgot I was even around, and I turned out alright. Relatively.
9. I invariable end up drinking myself to sleep when I get out of work.
For these, among other reasons, I might quit pretty soon... after I get paid. For my month of indentured servitude.
AT ANY RATE... on to more pleasant business.
Dr. Dog is playing at Endicott next Thursday. For free. Which is odd and awesome.
The Reverend Horton Heat on Saturday. Bought a cute outfit. Am excited.
Going home for Thanksgiving. Will be nice to eat actual food. And to compare Rev. shows with Jenn and Pedro.
Sweet Maria's birthday cake for yours truly. Asked to have skulls on it instead of those lame roses. Possibly flaming skulls.
Suzanna, we're having our dinner on Friday if you're interested in some cake! And some MacAulay madness.
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Methods of Procrastination... 1. Harass your siblings by any means possible. 2. Try to whip the fedora off your Han Solo standee. 3. Buy things off iTunes that you can't really afford. 4. Watch several episodes of Logans Run. 5. Organize your DVD collection alphabetically. 6. Play FreeCell. 7. Eat lots of cookies. 8. Fall asleep on your laptop for two hours. 9. Write about procrastinating in your LiveJournal, thereby propagating said procrastination. Shit. I need medication. Current Mood:  apathetic
Tasty Groove: The Reverend Horton Heat: You've Got A Friend In Jimbo
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So, for some reason I'm feeling really pretty well, despite the super fun The World vs. Luka debacle and the utter crapiness of classes here. My Shakespeare professor is slowly killing me with his horrible accent and worse reading, but that's another matter. Apparently missed a good party last weekend. Everyone was there, minus Mike and Gary, who are apparently on vacation... together... which is odd. Ernie gave Jenn a copy of the Wilco show from Montreal for her birthday. Ah, the memories. Sarah drank her own weight in beer, I've been told, which makes me remarkably jealous. Am still debating whether or not I have the ability to go home next weekend for Sarah's play. I'd hate to miss it, seeing as how The Importance of Being Earnest is one of my absolute favorite plays... but I'm ever so poor and there are about ten shows coming up. The Kings of Leon are playing at Toad's... which would be an incredible show. They Might Be Giants are around in October, as are Buffalo Tom and of course, Billy Bragg. The Reverend and Brian Setzer within two weeks of each other in November... Which leads to my epic struggle with my own laziness and my dire need of cash. Am looking for a job and it fills me with dread. Hopefully the dress shop comes through. Ah, well. Current Mood: bored
Tasty Groove: The Reverend Horton Heat: You've Got A Friend In Jimbo
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Ah, Endicott... Exactly as I left it. Infested with idiots... I often wonder how I can be so anxious to leave Naugatuck to come back here when it's no better. Even worse, I drank all my beer, and then some things that didn't belong to me... so I am boozeless... and the Seriously, No Smoking policy has already been abandoned, which is fairly pathetic, given I've only been here for a week. I didn't bring nearly enough books to read and my Shakespeare class is going to be a joke. In case you hadn't noticed yet, this is one of those long and obnoxious rants. Continuing on... I should have gone home for Jenn's birthday party. Don't know what I was thinking really, staying here. I am missing a keg of Gordon and a keg of Unfiltered IPA. Not to mention Indie Guy Ernie. And LORD do I wish I was sitting on the green outside the Shelburne Museum, staring up at Wilco right now, instead of reading Romeo and Juliet for the tenth time since middle school. Shit. Bugger. And fuck. Prince of Cats, indeed. Current Mood:  cranky
Tasty Groove: Wilco: I'm The Man Who Loves You
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About time to make with the posting, I think. Brief synopsis of my summer thus far... and trust me when I say brief because really nothing has been happening. Eventually got of my ass and started working at the dress shop. Was boasting good hours and respectable pay for a few weeks, but now am down to two days a week, which barely even keeps me in food and beer. In retrospect, perhaps taking the last half of May and most of June off was probably a bad idea since I have virtually no money for Atlantic City... where I am going to be spending a week with my sweet little honeycluster. Hopefully with the aid of some voodoo magic or leprechauns I will be able to get some hours. Because I desperately need to buy Booze. Which has been a bit of a substitute for actually eating and functioning these days. However, I have been doing quite a bit of quality reading and have charged myself with the task of reading everything by Kurt Vonnegut. Am a bit outside my safety genre but am pleased. Have realized, however, that I can't afford to buy all of his novels, unfortunately, and so am forced to borrow them from the library. Which puts me into direct contact with the sub-human inhabitants of Naugatuck, which feels less and less like home every time I come back. It is a miserable place. Did have some top notch cheesy fries at HoJos the other night ,though.Tasty Groove: Bill Janovitz and Crown Victoria: Mary Kay
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Holy Crap. Definitely the best Wilco show I've ever been to... the best outdoor show I've ever been to... and possibly the best show I've ever been to. Incredible. New happy Jeff Tweedy is so... fun and... happy. Nels Cline is a psychopath and needs to find someone to dress him properly. The whole show was awesome. Not a single bad song. Good mix of the last three albums and a few oldies. Only a few incidents throughout the whole trip. Got into a bit of an... argument with one of the event staff for putting his hands on my waist in a totally unnecessary manner. Words were exchanged and I felt a little skeeved for a bit but moved on till he walked by again and I flipped him off. Stopped off at Long Trail on the way home and had a few pints and some food. Sat out in the sun on the deck, looking out at the river. It was quite nice. But more importantly.... HOLY Christ on a bicycle, are there some good shows a-comin' ... Buffalo Tom in July Beastie Boys in August Reverend Horton Heat in November Brian Setzer Orchestra in November Anders Parker hitting the road soon... Ho yeah. Current Mood:  bouncy
Tasty Groove: Wilco: Shake It Off
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