hippie june: week 1

As I ended the worst job of my life, a year long internship in a sexist office with the world’s worst communicator as boss, and I left my four year old best friend whom I’d grown attached to in a year of nannying, I sat in an empty room in an empty house and I felt so completely at peace with what lie ahead of me.

Like the blank walls of my now bare living room, the future was, and still is, an empty canvas. With no clue what I want to do for a career, and few certain goals in mind, I planned for the month following the end of my jobs to be a month void of typical adult responsibilities. Yes, I still have bills to pay, a bank account to manage, and jobs to apply for, but in my heart I knew I needed June to be a time of freedom, adventure, and spontaneity. The months leading up to June had me scheduling concerts, parties, and vacations that all just happened to be in June, so it seemed unlikely I’d be able to hold down a brand new job anyway, with such a sentiment, hippie June was born.

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tuesday night tv thoughts

Alternate titles for this post:

  • I Have No Life: Two Days, Two TV Posts
  • How A Girl Copes With Her Nonexistent Social Life
  • How’s Your Parasocial Relationship Going?

Tuesday nights are pretty great. On a typical fall Tuesday, one can watch The Flash for a dose of the adorable Grant Gustin and all your action packed needs, and then watch New Girl to make you laugh until you’ve completely forgotten how stressed you were over your distrust for Dr. Wells, whom you all better hate. It’s the best of both worlds. Why have friends when you can pretend Jess and her roommates are your best pals? Why go for a run or do any sort of exercise when Barry is running plenty for all of us? It’s like, “wow, you survived Monday and Tuesday. You deserve a medal, but since we can’t give you all a medal every week here’s an hour and a half of television instead. Grab a blanket, a fresh roll of cookie dough, and settle in.”

A word of advice: don’t read this if you don’t want spoilers because below I’ve recounted a few of my stream of consciousness thoughts while parked on the couch last night. Continue reading