Some Updates and To-Do List # 4
Mar. 22nd, 2009 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mia_alexandria[mood| 
busy]
[music| "Dreamgirl" - The Lonely Island]
First off, I finally got The Lonely Island CD from one of my friends and that's all I've been listening to because it's so epic. What's even better is that my friend, Nicole, has been joining me in singing much of the CD throughout the day. It's so hard to choose a favorite because they're all amazing in their own special way. I just love "Dreamgirl" for the fact that they have Norah Jones do the chorus and bust into a random chorus about Chex Mix. So, so great. :D
Also, I got back from my spring break today. I went to the Florida Keys with some friends of mine. It was a lot of fun. :D More about that later.
And I'm forcing myself through the Twilight DVD tonight simply because my friend, Erin, told me that RPatz! does commentary on the movie and it's supposed to be amazing. I'm super excited! :D
I wrote about two more paragraphs for chapter 8 of Theories on How Danger Finds Us! I'll probably write some more tonight since there's no dialogue yet, just Ginny narrating, but I like what I've written so far for this chapter and I've probably had just as much fun writing this chapter as I did chapter 1. And that's a very good thing. :)
And now, a to-do list:
»Register for Fall 2009 classes tomorrow at 3:30 pm.
»Call to get permit for French 1.
» Work on Basic Statistics review before my test on Wednesday.
» Finish reading The History of Sexuality.
» Read article for Contemporary Social Problems.
» Finish writing character sketch for Narrative and Description. (Posting what I have now! :D)
Note: I know it's a bit The Devil Wears Prada, but I thought I could make the character I'm focusing on a bit neurotic. I dunno.
“Hi! I’m here for the job interview. Do you know where I can find room 5C?” Sophie asked, making sure to sound enthusiastic and smile brightly at the receptionist in front of her.
Said receptionist glanced over the rim of her gemstone-encrusted glasses, placing a hand over the microphone of the headset attached to her ear, giving Sophie the once-over before speaking. “Sit. You will be called when Claudia is ready.” Accompanying her words was a pale finger, pointing towards a set of black leather chairs, done in a modern style with their lack of roundness – simply blocks of stuffed leather that looked as though they hadn’t been sat upon in years.
Sophie nodded several times in quick succession, scurrying over to one of the chairs and settling in; crossing her legs at the ankles as she angled her body to face the receptionist’s desk. After a few seconds, she began to fidget – picking invisible lint off of her brown, polyester, knee-length skirt; tucking a stray strand of inky black hair back up into her French twist; picking a magazine up off of the coffee table in front of her, flipping through the pages to alleviate her nerves.
“You know, I’ve been reading Style since I was fourteen,” Sophie announced. She glanced up at the receptionist, hoping that the harsh woman heard her. To her surprise, the receptionist heard her, putting her current call on hold to address Sophie.
“Is that so? How wonderful for you.” Thinking that she gave Sophie a sufficient enough answer, the woman went back to her phone call.
“Yep. Fourteen years old. And I’m twenty-four now, so that would be…” Sophie paused as she did the mental math. “That would be ten years now. I’ve been reading this magazine for ten years.” She held up the latest issue and shook it around for emphasis. Seeing that the receptionist continued to ignore her, she cleared her throat and went back to reading the magazine. “My mom told me it was stupid to apply for this job. I mean, how many girls apply to become Claudia Fair’s editor-at-large and how many girls actually get that job? From what I heard, the last girl was fired in front of Karl Lagerfeld before Chanel’s Fall 2007 Ready-to-Wear show during Paris Fashion Week.” Sophie lowered her voice to a whisper, “She’s blacklisted now. No magazine will touch her. Not even Cosmo. And lord knows that they’re so out of touch when it comes to current trends.” She clucked her tongue and shook her head. “Shame, really. I sort of liked her. But, if it weren’t for her lay-off, I wouldn’t be here, now would I?”
“Oh, thank god you’re here,” the receptionist replied, boredom and sarcasm lacing her words.
“So you have been listening!” Sophie grinned in triumph, racing over to the desk.
“I didn’t tell you to come back over here!” the receptionist screeched, shooing Sophie away with both manicured-hands. Taking a deep breath once Sophie sat back down, five feet away, she felt safe enough to speak. “And I how could I not listen to you yammering on about how you’ve been reading this magazine for ten years and how we’re so lucky to have plucked you out of the list of applicants to get an interview?” Her eyes raked over Sophie’s seated frame, taking in her tan, peep-toed heels all the way up to her pulled back locks. “You wouldn’t last a minute in front of Claudia,” she announced after two minutes.
“How do you know? I am incredibly qualified for this job. I may not have the money to fund something like the Miu Miu fixation you seem to have – your dress’s shade of pink does absolutely nothing for your complexion, by the way – but I do what I can with my modest budget, holding on to the hope that I will one day find a job that’ll allow me to finally purchase something by my favorite designers. Besides, have you even read my resume?”
“I’m the receptionist. Not the head of HR, sweetheart.”
Thoughts, please? :)
Oh, and why is Facebook being a douche and not uploading my photos?
xoxox
busy][music| "Dreamgirl" - The Lonely Island]
First off, I finally got The Lonely Island CD from one of my friends and that's all I've been listening to because it's so epic. What's even better is that my friend, Nicole, has been joining me in singing much of the CD throughout the day. It's so hard to choose a favorite because they're all amazing in their own special way. I just love "Dreamgirl" for the fact that they have Norah Jones do the chorus and bust into a random chorus about Chex Mix. So, so great. :D
Also, I got back from my spring break today. I went to the Florida Keys with some friends of mine. It was a lot of fun. :D More about that later.
And I'm forcing myself through the Twilight DVD tonight simply because my friend, Erin, told me that RPatz! does commentary on the movie and it's supposed to be amazing. I'm super excited! :D
I wrote about two more paragraphs for chapter 8 of Theories on How Danger Finds Us! I'll probably write some more tonight since there's no dialogue yet, just Ginny narrating, but I like what I've written so far for this chapter and I've probably had just as much fun writing this chapter as I did chapter 1. And that's a very good thing. :)
And now, a to-do list:
»
»
» Work on Basic Statistics review before my test on Wednesday.
» Finish reading The History of Sexuality.
» Read article for Contemporary Social Problems.
» Finish writing character sketch for Narrative and Description. (Posting what I have now! :D)
Note: I know it's a bit The Devil Wears Prada, but I thought I could make the character I'm focusing on a bit neurotic. I dunno.
“Hi! I’m here for the job interview. Do you know where I can find room 5C?” Sophie asked, making sure to sound enthusiastic and smile brightly at the receptionist in front of her.
Said receptionist glanced over the rim of her gemstone-encrusted glasses, placing a hand over the microphone of the headset attached to her ear, giving Sophie the once-over before speaking. “Sit. You will be called when Claudia is ready.” Accompanying her words was a pale finger, pointing towards a set of black leather chairs, done in a modern style with their lack of roundness – simply blocks of stuffed leather that looked as though they hadn’t been sat upon in years.
Sophie nodded several times in quick succession, scurrying over to one of the chairs and settling in; crossing her legs at the ankles as she angled her body to face the receptionist’s desk. After a few seconds, she began to fidget – picking invisible lint off of her brown, polyester, knee-length skirt; tucking a stray strand of inky black hair back up into her French twist; picking a magazine up off of the coffee table in front of her, flipping through the pages to alleviate her nerves.
“You know, I’ve been reading Style since I was fourteen,” Sophie announced. She glanced up at the receptionist, hoping that the harsh woman heard her. To her surprise, the receptionist heard her, putting her current call on hold to address Sophie.
“Is that so? How wonderful for you.” Thinking that she gave Sophie a sufficient enough answer, the woman went back to her phone call.
“Yep. Fourteen years old. And I’m twenty-four now, so that would be…” Sophie paused as she did the mental math. “That would be ten years now. I’ve been reading this magazine for ten years.” She held up the latest issue and shook it around for emphasis. Seeing that the receptionist continued to ignore her, she cleared her throat and went back to reading the magazine. “My mom told me it was stupid to apply for this job. I mean, how many girls apply to become Claudia Fair’s editor-at-large and how many girls actually get that job? From what I heard, the last girl was fired in front of Karl Lagerfeld before Chanel’s Fall 2007 Ready-to-Wear show during Paris Fashion Week.” Sophie lowered her voice to a whisper, “She’s blacklisted now. No magazine will touch her. Not even Cosmo. And lord knows that they’re so out of touch when it comes to current trends.” She clucked her tongue and shook her head. “Shame, really. I sort of liked her. But, if it weren’t for her lay-off, I wouldn’t be here, now would I?”
“Oh, thank god you’re here,” the receptionist replied, boredom and sarcasm lacing her words.
“So you have been listening!” Sophie grinned in triumph, racing over to the desk.
“I didn’t tell you to come back over here!” the receptionist screeched, shooing Sophie away with both manicured-hands. Taking a deep breath once Sophie sat back down, five feet away, she felt safe enough to speak. “And I how could I not listen to you yammering on about how you’ve been reading this magazine for ten years and how we’re so lucky to have plucked you out of the list of applicants to get an interview?” Her eyes raked over Sophie’s seated frame, taking in her tan, peep-toed heels all the way up to her pulled back locks. “You wouldn’t last a minute in front of Claudia,” she announced after two minutes.
“How do you know? I am incredibly qualified for this job. I may not have the money to fund something like the Miu Miu fixation you seem to have – your dress’s shade of pink does absolutely nothing for your complexion, by the way – but I do what I can with my modest budget, holding on to the hope that I will one day find a job that’ll allow me to finally purchase something by my favorite designers. Besides, have you even read my resume?”
“I’m the receptionist. Not the head of HR, sweetheart.”
Thoughts, please? :)
Oh, and why is Facebook being a douche and not uploading my photos?
xoxox