Monday, May 17, 2004


State of Flux

I covered an art event downtown tonight: Flux 12. Everyone was there...I was trying to be professional, but Dierdre, Jack (with his ex, Alison, no less) and Leo don't make it easy.

When I got there, I actually had to pay the entry fee for Leo because he is an idiot and was refusing to make an artist donation. Andy, the intern who was unfortunately conscripted to work with him, seemed like he was at his wit's end, so I took pity on him and let him shadow me. It didn't hurt that he was cute, though he didn't really understand what any of the art was "for," which kind of concerned me.

Long story short, we spent the whole evening wandering through the galleries together, and at the end he asked me if I'd like to come swimming in his pool sometime. I wasn't sure if it was a metaphor or not, and if it is, he's got it backwards, but he seems harmless enough so I figure I'll take him up on it. Anything to keep me out of the house while Dierdre and Jack pretend to be platonic rommates.

Someone remind me why I allowed my brother to move in with me again?

Tuesday, May 04, 2004


Freelance Goddess

Well, it's not ideal, but it's a job. Shout! Magazine decided to call me...finally. They need a freelance writer to work on events and Pittsburgh culture (Pittsburgh and culture in the same sentence?). Perhaps I can now afford better than ramen noodles.

I asked Jack what he was thinking coming back here. I think he's immersed in his quarter-life crisis. Having him back here has been strange, and Dierdre was initially, um, displeased at his presence. She can go on being pissed, not that it's out of the ordinary for her anyway. If she actually paid her half of the rent on time, then I could possibly consider her side of the argument. The girl is insane. She goes from psych major one day to photographer the next. Silly me, I assumed you might need training and experience to be a professional photographer. Sometimes I think about what it might be like for her to wear a color. If I cared more, I would stage a makeover, but then we might have to cross the line of Sharing a Wardrobe and that won't do.

This Shout! development means I'm going to be working with Leo, kind of. I have to admit, I'm a bit intimidated. He's got this attitude about being a journalist: "Oooo, look at me, I'm Leo Straub, I wear a trench coat when it's summer." I think I need a dueling signature look; a pencil in my hair, perhaps?

Saturday, May 01, 2004



So I decide I'm going to jump on the bandwagon and compose this blog.

What else do I have going on? My post-graduation routine consists mostly of me waking up in the afternoon, scanning the web and newspapers for job leads, and showering only when the need arises. And rarely, my friend, does the need arise. My sweat pants have become my closest companion.

I've had a few interviews, but none of these jobs actually interest me. The interview process itself makes me queasy. They ask you this ridiculous strand of questions, thereby assembling some incomplete model of your personality. Every time I answer one of said questions, I feel a little corner of my soul crumbling to bits, BECAUSE I'M LYING. I'm patronizing you, Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass-Human-Resources-Coordinator. No, I cannot think of ten reasons why I would make a valuable asset to your team, because in all likelihood, I'm going to end up peeing in your coffee cup if you hire me and I have to put up with your incessant use of team-building exercises. How about this? I'll give you an itemized list of the reasons why you shouldn't wear that tie, and we can call it even? Then you will be blown away by my tact and intellect, and instantaneously promote me to the position of Vice President. My first act will be firing you, you tacky bastard.

I'm still writing. Never fear. My portfolio is growing, so hopefully some freelance writing will pop up.

And I hope you noticed that my name was taken when I tried to register this blog. Yeah, by some nine-year-old who is apparently using this site to invite people to her birthday party. How about this, Caroline Boyd 2, I'll be your friend if you let me have your blog name? C'mon, I'm older! Dammit...

I hope this little girl enjoys the attention of my thousands of male admirers who mistakenly hit on her.

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