Three Days and Counting… Or is it Four?

Sorry I fell of the face of the earth there. I’ve been packing to move down below the Mason-Dixon line. My house is full of stuff in boxes and bags and although I’ve been trying for days, none of my little piles have a rhyme or reason. But I must press on!

Tomorrow is my phone interview. I’m really freaking out and I’m trying to research the position and the institution as much as possible but so many things could go wrong. I could have a hiccup attack (known to happen) I could completely blank and then stutter before uttering a slew of unsophisticated statements (“I put things in boxes and write stuff about them, i’m good at that, oh yeah”) or i could come across as a cocky twat (though some people seem to like that, yet I don’t want my New Yorker go-getter attitude to scare the poor Southerners, they’re just too polite!)

So I’m trying to take a break and watch CSI: Miami, pretending I don’t have a million things to fax and organize before I head on down. I am also ignoring the fact that I can no longer see my bedroom floor because it is covered in ever item of clothing I own because I can’t seem to ever find that one black tank top I need (it was  still packed in my vacation bag).

So once again wish me luck tomorrow. I’m hoping it either all goes well and I get the job or terribly and comically wrong so I can at least have a good story for you.

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Dressing the Part

I think it’s time to say goodbye to American Eagle sweatshirts and witty Threadless tshirts. I’m no longer an undergrad, meaning i can’t get away going to the dining hall in my pj pants and university sweatshirt. I need to look like a functioning adult, not a like the squatters who sat in front of the coffee shop on Main Street New Paltz (though it is definitely a more comfortable way of living).

So in honor of realizing that I’ll need some spiffy professional outfits for internships and adult life, here are some wise words from the most fabulously dressed writer in history:

I need to get myself a purple velvet cape

Do I Spy a Glimmer of Hope?

Good news! Finally!!!!

I got a call asking me to interview for a Graduate Assistantship for Collections Access!

Of course I wont be moved down until a few days AFTER they wanted to schedule the interview so I am cursed with another phone interview. Now I did manage to win over one interview team over the phone but I wasn’t so lucky with a second. And as much as I am thrilled to be archiving the office of a certain politician, I NEED this assistantship. Health insurance, a stipend and (the best part) tuition remission? It means a world of a difference as I’m sure all of you college grads and graduate students know. To be educated is to be poor these days. Hopefully it eventually pays (literally) to have two pieces of paper after thousands and thousands of dollars are spent.

The interview is next week, wish me luck!!!

Why Sharks Trump Helen Keller… Just This Once

So today is day three of Shark Week.

Last night wasn’t my favorite combination of shark shows. Mythbusters was kinda a repeat and sharkzilla wasn’t so spectacular to have on while partying (Air Jaws is the best for this). But disappointing shows didn’t kill our festivities!!!!

Thanks to a lovely compilation of shark-themed cocktails, my bartender friend and I had a blast entertaining ourselves while the rest played Apples to Apples (“Sharks” trumped Helen Keller for this game and “The Beach” overruled Michael Jackson).

Shark Infested Waters

Lime Bite

Shark Bite

Shark Fin Ice Cube!

So tonight we have a fiesta, “How Jaws Changed the World,” and “Adrift” to look forward to.

Also this!…..

Thank you to whoever wrote this!

Tonight’s drink of choice, MARGARITAS!!!! And not made with a mix, but from scratch with real limes just as Mexico intended.

Shark Week Ooh-Ha-Ha

Today is the day and I’m so freaking excited!!!!

IT’S SHARK WEEK!

Well tonight is (here’s a countdown!!!!)

At 9pm tonight a week of the best television ever and my life as a recluse will begin. I love shark week, I always have and not because I specifically love sharks but its just an epic combination of action, information and the typical guilty pleasure of watching train wrecks happen (can we say a whole show dedicated to gruesome shark attacks?).

This year it will be the 25th year of shark week meaning (I hope) that it will be  more awesome than ever. The only downside to shark week is that many of my friends refuse to go to the beach after. This year it will be quite understandable considering the sound has been full of all kinds of huge fish and even seals. And huge fish mean more seals and more seals mean sharks. We’ve been known to have shark sightings locally (nothing compared to the bull shark incident in New Jersey in the early 20th century) but I’m excited to find out what people see this year, especially with all of the crazy weather we’ve been having.

This year’s shark week will also be bitter-sweet. My dog, Dutchess, died this past

Such a regal shark-puppy

October and she was a main staple of Shark Week. And unfortunately I don’t think my rat Brisby will be too thrilled about dressing up for the occasion.

So I bid you all a Happy Shark Week and stand by for a post on my annual Shark Week Extravaganza, a party full of cupcakes, cocktails and cartilage-skeleton  creatures.