Okay, so I lied.

I am looking at that last post/meme and I am overwhelmed by an urge to not rehash bullshit. Go fig. So instead I will complain/boast/write about you how much I love my new jobs. And tell bore you about my upcoming projects.

I am finally (!) up on the SFist.com staff page and am getting into the groove of posting daily. I'm not going to school--which gives me plenty of time to write--but still only manage to post once a day. I am so picky about my writing and how everything is worded that it takes forever to put something up. I'm hoping that I'll get into the groove soon and that soon it'll take me much less time to get my shit together. The Valleywag job has been a challenge since (as my editor can probably attest to) I am not as technically savvy/knowledgeable of the tech superstars in Silicon Valley. I still love it, though, since it has been the most challenging writing job I've taken on. Not that the others aren't challenging, but.. yeah. I sometimes (mostly) feel like a fish out of water.

My new project is a website I'm going to try and do "professionally", meaning I'll hopefully update often and have less-personal information on it. Not that anyone actually reads this irregularly updated blog, but still. Who knows. The new site will be a humorous (at least to me, but hopefully others) travel blog. It'll have exotic locales featured with some photoshopped pics and "adventures" to read through. It's mostly an exercise in travel writing/desperate attempt to drum up some travel writing jobs, but hopefully I'll be able to have fun with it. It'll be certainly different in format than Gridskipper, but fun. I'm also exploring the new blogsite, Tumblr, which is probably on its way out in coolness points, but whatcanyoudo. I'll let everyone know when it launches.

As an aside, I've given up smoking as of today but it's been tough. I had the last two cigarettes of my pack today (stress-induced, incidentally) and afterwards began fiending for more.

Quitting is going to suck.

Old blogs revisited

I recently found the entry below on an old personal blog. Tomorrow, I'll re-write this out, everything updated. Thought it would be interesting to juxtapose. Wow, during some of these things, I was either overdramatic or had a chip on my shoulder. Probably both.


Saturday, April 24, 2004

Stolen. Again. I can't write normally anymore. My brain is soooo wasted. 15 years ago I: 1. used to wear my pink "Members Only" jacket, like, all the friggin' time. 2. lived a ten-minute walking distance from my elementary school. 3. had my first crush on a classmate in kindergarten. I still remember his name. 4. Met my first two friends. We played with Barbies and My Little Ponies. One introduced me to the joy that is the movie Spaceballs. 5. saw my first concert in Lake Tahoe. Donna Summer and the Pointer Sisters! 10 years ago I: 1. went to a year-round school. Not as bad as it sounds. 2. Became best friends with Jacklyn and Michelle. The Warners three, we were: Wakko, Yakko, and Dot. 3. began (continued?) my zine The Underground, albeit it wasn't named that at the time. And it was just a long computer print out of me making fun of stuff. 4. attended a hilarious birthday party in which we played Marco Polo in the garage and competitive Francis refused to make a sound, even when Melissa kept repeatedly kicking him, wondering if she was kicking a person or an object. 5. used to write letters to Michelle and talk to her for hours at a time during our month-long breaks, despite the fact that we live only a five-minute car ride away. No one would drive us. 5 years ago I: 1. had a horrible 16th birthday party. 2. was editor of my high school newspaper when I was junior. 3. hated all the boys in my school. Probably because I didn't know how to talk to them. 4. went to junior prom at my friends' high school and not my own. I was about to go stag, just for fun, but my mother begged me not to. I think that maybe she was right. 5. flunked out of calculus and took pre-calculus again, despite taking it over the summer. I began to realize I wasn't as smart as I thought. 3 years ago I: 1. thought I was going to get a tattoo as soon as I turned 18. I didn't. I haven't. 2. was in two cotillions. 3. got my license. 4. started college. 5. began my love affair with bonfires on beaches plus good friends. 1 year ago I: 1. was being mentally and emotionally mindfucked. Yet, enjoying it in a sadistic way. 2. was rebellious because I didn't think I could. Because I believed no one else thought I would. 3. thought forever was something I'd live to see. 4. wrote e-mails to Michelle in a throwback to our friendship ten years ago; instead, she was across the country and not five minutes away. 5. decided to be a film major. 4 months ago I: 1. was dating someone. Sorta. 2. was emotionally unstable. I was prone to bitching people out or bursting into tears at home. 3. played pool like a fiend. A fiend, I tell you! 4. had a great pre-Thanksgiving celebration. 5. discovered my love of beer. Yesterday I: 1. went to work. 2. watched film festival submissions for the PFA. 3. listened to some vinyl and watched some Michel Gondry videos. 4. tried to write some of my screenplay. TRIED. 5. Bounced around a lot to music while driving. "You've got to ... GET! ... THAT! ... DIRT OFF YOUR SHOULDER..!" Today I: 1. Will go to work. 2. Will dance a little. 3. probably relive my DJ'ing glory in my head when bored/think life will never be as glorious as those 7 minutes. 4. will hopefully read for my cinema class that I am behind in. 5. had a horrible breakfast consisting of Jasmine tea, two Ritz crackers, and a Peanut Butter Quaker granola bar. Tomorrow I: 1. Will go to the San Francisco International Film Festival and watch The Man Who Copied. 2. Hang at Fillmore. Yay-uh! 3. will try not to buy anything. And probably fail. 4. will thank God that I am finally done with my documentary. 5. look at my cell phone and wonder why you haven't called me yet.