Unexpectedly, once my Spanish class ended I fell into a sort of stagnant state, floating aimlessly once the panicky structure of deadlines and quizzes disappeared from under my feet. I've always had trouble motivating myself when there's no one there to light a fire under my butt, no one there to disappoint if I don't get shit done. My entire life has built its schedule around avoiding stern or disapproving looks from teachers and parents, and my priorities have always upheld the mountains of schoolwork to be done. Now that I'm free to be creative on my own, I sort of melt into a puddle of lethargic waste, spending all of my time listlessly watching "RuPaul's Drag Race" and bad anime, putting off doing simple tasks like taking out the trash, ordering a prescription at the local pharmacy, going to the gym, buying milk. Very little gets done. What I need is a good kick in the pants.
I've also been putting off social interactions. Rachel and Kevin are both in Paris, Wonky Teeth (I'll call him WT from now on) is working at a summer camp in upstate New York, and all my other friends are from clubs and classes - friends I hang out with when I see them but haven't spent much time with outside of our joint activity. I'm forced to seek out my class-and-club friends, and in my globlike state that seems like too much effort. How can I organize a trip to a concert when I can barely brush my teeth in the morning?
But, luckily, I ended up getting together with one of my class friends - Meredith. I've had three classes with her, and we ended up sitting together in our last one out of familiarity. She was always astonishingly easy to talk to, and when I posted online that I was staying in New York for the summer, she responded that she, too, was here. So we got together one day to look at art galleries, and it went surprisingly well. I was afraid my choices of cheap art galleries - one of old French sketches and another by Courtney Love (which was both far away and, in the end, closed) - would bore her, but it turned out she studied French and was going to Paris next semester. She was smart, but not too serious. Wholesome, but open and unfazed by debauchery. It's rare to meet someone so simply herself. We went to the met a week or so later, but I haven't hung out with her since. I should text her. Invite her to one of the Celebrate Brooklyn concerts - I hear the admission is only $3. I'll do that... after I watch this episode of "Descendants of Darkness."
I'm also working. Part-time. But not at Sunglass Hut. The Sunglass Hut job unexpectedly fell through, entirely because one of the managers couldn't get his shit together and get me my one. last. interview. I had already done a urine drug test and a background check, for Christ's sake. Not to mention I had already done two interviews AND a floor audition. Why would they make me do all that if they weren't interested in hiring me? I had one more interview, a meet and greet with the regional manager. But the times they kept signing me up for weren't working - I was taking my Spanish class at the time and couldn't do things in the morning. But they didn't seem to understand that. So I kept calling, and finally the manager said he would call me back with the available times that would work for both the regional manager and me. So I waited. He didn't call. So I called him. And he wouldn't come to the phone - the person on the line kept repeating "he'll call you. He'll call you with the times." And then he never called. I was pretty mad.
But then, I got a part-time job at Cole Haan. I'd like to be working another job, too, since it's only 10 or 15 hours a week, but it's too late in the summer to try anywhere else. I've been thinking of putting my name in a temp agency or a babysitting website... after I finish watching this episode of "RuPaul's Drag Race."
