I never drank coffee until last year. Before I started I wanted to badly to drink black coffee. It just seemed like the manly thing to do. Put in some grounds that look like dirt, with some like rocks and stuff in ‘em. Put in the water, wait, and just drink the stuff.

But no, I can’t stand the stuff. The coffee I drink tastes like I bought it in a candy store. I wait like an hour after it’s brewed because it’s too hot… my tongue is sensitive.

I have a history of jobs that toy with me. Last time I went to my internship I almost died (literally (I mean, sort of literally)). All I did today was go to La Salsa and bring back food. 7 hours. That’s it. Just like every other job I’ve ever had, it looks like this one will stress me out to the breaking point for a couple of weeks, then I will sit and be bored the next couple of weeks. I’m putting the “grass is always greener” theory to the test.

But at least here some exciting things happen around me while I’m doing nothing. They’ve arranged the office so interns sit right across from the head of the company, so really cool people like Seth Rogan walk by our little half-desks. I’m learning a few general characteristics of movie people. I should keep track of them so I can compile their traits at the end.

1. They are loud.
2. They cuss a lot.
3. They disagree frequently.
4. They are very easily agitated.

I’ll continue to compile.

It’s funny walking around in this area at lunchtime because you can spot interns like tourists at Disneyland. They are the ones holding large bags of food and looking nervous. Interns ALWAYS look nervous. We are free labor, so we are extremely expendable and assistants who get yelled at have no one else to take their anger out on. So a wrinkled shirt, a messed up order, or even just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Interns are nervous people.

My teacher made a joke about the word “peckish” today. We laughed, but not because it was funny, but because my teacher with a doctorate didn’t know what peckish meant and made jokes about it anyway.

My other teacher asks questions and then scans the room. I sit on the side by his desk and I raise my hand, but he never scans far enough. He’ll be like, “Anyone… anyone?” I’m there raising my hand but he never gets to me.

I’ve determined (again) that about 75% of my schooling has been entirely useless. I think next time I write I’ll make a list of classes that mattered vs classes that totally wasted my time. It’s probably gonna be an uneven list, I’ve just spent four hours in an advertising class where we discussed the meaning of “demographic.” No offense, but if you don’t know what that means, and you are in upper division advertising… Get out. Leave. Try something else.

Go for something simple.

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