My new second job. I work here on Sundays now, as a clothing runner, and I get a 65% discount, and I'm making an extra $90 a week, and that's pretty awesome. It's my favorite shopping destination, the job is easy, it'll help me through my Brooklyn withdrawal since moving back to Manhattan, and the people are really nice. To celebrate my first day, I bought myself a new dress, and with my discount, it came to $3.62. Damn, as along as I have this job, I am going to look supa-fly all the time.

My classes this semester:
The Comic Voice (still chugging along with that Creative Writing minor track, oh, my stupid life)
Films of Moral Struggle (which I thought was going to include a bunch of sad-bastard movies directed by Lars Von Trier that I would otherwise never watch, but, instead, I am watching mother fucking Streetcar Named Desire for like the five hundredth time and I swear to god, if there were any work of literature or film that I am fucking tired of writing papers about it is god damn Streetcar Named Desire what the fuck)
Senior Seminar (in which I will sit around a table with a bunch of asshole art students like myself and talk about how best to execute our artistic visions, which, like, okay, I signed up for that by being an art student but fuck me man, if I hear the words "transformative," "revelatory," or "transcendent" escape anyone's lips I'm gonna punch someone in the head)
History of Photography (this should be neat)

I am suffering from extreme undergraduate anxiety about soon becoming a post-grad. I am covering this anxiety with irreverence, reckless bravado, and swearing too much. Cheers to graduating into a shitfucking cockballs economy, everybody.

 

New writing blog: http://bluesedan.wordpress.com/