I don’t know why I do it, but today, at 7pm, my film team will once again unite to create a film in 48 hours. We’ve been doing this for the last five years and with all the stress that it is, I’m unsure why I continue to do it. And yet, it is one of my favorite parts of the year and I look forward to it every year.
I think I might be more than just a little insane.
GETTING READY FOR 48!
In a little apartment, just trying to get by
Living on, on dreams and spaghetti-o’s
Wondering where you life is gonna go” —Martina McBride, “This One’s for the Girls” (via asdirectedbybecky)
So I got a job. I mean, provided I show up on time and a background check doesn’t turn me up as a murderer (don’t worry guys, I’ve got it covered).
And it’s not what I’ve been dreaming of doing my whole life, and I’m not even confident that it’s going to be a ton of fun—
—but guys, I start work on Monday. I will only have been unemployed for two weeks. That’s amazing. I am so fucking lucky. I was so worried that I wasn’t gonna be able to pay my rent—and that would be so hard to stomach. I have been so proud that since graduating college I have been able to remain financially independent from my parents. I have worked so hard be able to live where I want to, and pay for my own clothes and food and rent and goodies. It’s something about myself I really like, that I have MADE life work on my own. My parents are wonderful, and I love them, but it’s such a rush to know that I am building my life on my own after they gave me the tools to do it. Being independent means so much to me.
And it’s not like I wrote an amazing coverletter, or had a stunning interview. I mostly got hired because they need someone and I am available, and a friend’s boyfriend stuck his neck out for me (even though I’ve only met him like, twice I think, and I don’t think we had a real conversation either time). I literally got this job on a little bit of perseverance and follow-through, excellent taste in friends (who in turn have excellent taste) and a TON of luck.
So I think what I am trying to get across is: I am so excited to have a job. I am so grateful that I have a job. I am so grateful that I have friends who’ve gone out of their way to help me out. But I also just want to say (‘cause I know a couple more of my friends are still looking), that I know I didn’t get this on my own. And I know that I lucked out. And I really want to help everybody else feel the relief that I am feeling now—so if you need anything, let me know.
Last night, I was up until 3am finishing Fangirl.
The night before that, I stayed up until 2am.
I’m dragging at work a bit today, but it was entirely worth it.
Fangirl is a book about me — and about a lot of us, really. It’s about our experience with fandom, and how those experiences can affect life outside of fandom.
The characters are so lovely, in a way that I wanted to hug Cath (and then talk about fanfic with her), cuddle with Levi, snark with Reagan, and punch Nick in the face. And if I could read Carry On, Simon, I’d be a very happy bunny.
In short, Fangirl is a book which I’ll be buying in hardcover, recommending to all my friends (both in and out of fandom), and adding to the library’s purchasing order.
REBLOGGING FOR TRUTH.
Also, marathon reading is the best, particularly when you’ve got someone awesome to liveblog it with.
Alsoalso, the cover art is by Gingerhaze, who is also amazing.
there is a town called sandwich in massachusetts
there are literally police cars labelled sandwich police