The Intern Not Sleeping With a Congressman

Music Madness

Lately I've been asked questions that I just don't know the correct answer to. I know AN answer, but I'm just not sure what I'm SUPPOSED to be answering. At a job interview it's unsettling, but it's a job interview. In real life?! What the fuck?

Heather once told me that she has a first date ritual. Asks the same questions at dinner, orders pretty much the same isn't-messy-to-eat food. I always think of that when people say things that are obviously scripted, or ask questions out of nowhere that just don't fit. Heather pulls it off, many people do not. I bring this up because an aquaintance asks me every time we get into a semi-long converation -- what kind of music do you like? It's not that it's the same question over and over again, because that wouldn't bother me. It's -- what ASKS that?!?! Am I 15? I've known-ish you for a few years and you still need to resort to that? What do you want me to say? I can't even imagine where someone would think that conversation is going to go. Here is what I imagine...

Them: What kind of music do you like?
Me: I loooove Elton John!
Them: Oh.
End of conversation. or
Me: I really like singer songwriter -- accoustic. And lately I'm really into slower songs that have been remixed with a techno beat. (My real answer, after thinking about it for a few seconds because who fucking CARES)
Them: Awesome, I like Billy Idol (or some shit, I don't remember the actual answer because who fucking CARES)
What I should have said is "I loooove Bush. Do you love Bush?" just to make the whole thing really awkward.

I used to think, and still might, that looking at someone's ipod can tell a lot about them. It seems personal, in a way. But to ask someone at a fucking bar? I don't even know what kind of music I like anymore, it's not something I think about. Why? Because I don't fucking CARE! I just listen to whatever i like, end of story. And to all of you out there, it should be the end of the story for you too.

posted by Z @ 8:47 AM 0 comments

The Good Shepard

I am happy to report that a few people have made me laugh recently. Actually laugh. And so has a movie. I am currently obsessed with Thank You For Smoking. It's wonderful.

I keep meeting friends of friends who I'm not attracted to and who feel the need to myspace and facebook contact me. It was fun for a second that people will stoop to that level to contact me, but only for a second because I generally find them to be unacceptable. Perhaps it's more me than them, but I don't care, it is what it is. Then to top it off squirley dork-boy from law school requested me as a friend, and I can't just not befriend, in case, you know? Idiots. Luckily I met a girl that I like a lot and want to be best friends with. Why? Because she is pretty. I love her. I've spent most of my life having mostly male friends, I think I'm turning that page. It's also possible that I'm "turning that page" because I am just tired of boys in general. Either way, I want new pretty girl to be my friend. They say that the minute you don't want something it comes your way, perhaps I am doing a double reverse on myself.

This semester has been very nice. Everyone around me seems really stressed and I'm generally enoying myself. I'm glad, cause this is it for law school. I used to want to say I'm a law student forever, I thought it sounded cooler than saying I'm a lawyer. I now look forward to all the ass that they both can bring, and I will use them accordingly.

I can't can't can't wait for the Dominican Republic (less myspace messanger boy). There are nine of us going now, and this is wonderful. And one more up in the air! I plan to cause a raucous and raucous I shall cause!

posted by Z @ 12:41 PM 0 comments