This is my month off before I start work in the real world, and today was the first day that I really had nothing to do.
I’m starting work in early January, and I have this month off to hang out in the Bay Area for another week and then go home to Seattle for Christmas. I think a month off is plenty. I like school, and I like work, so I can stand quite a bit of both of those things. A month off to spend with friends and family is good too.
People I talk to seem to incorporate a 3-6 month stretch of planned unemployment after college even when they know what they’ll be doing. I’m just not like that. I’m still taking 2 or 3 classes next quarter and not quite working full time, so I’ve been telling people that I’m taking “negative 3 months off” between school and work. It’ll be a gradual transition.
But for now, it’s the Tiger Woods 2005, the Tivo, the exercising, and the posting on the internet. And some Christmas shopping.
Don’t look now, but the O.C. just got really good.
I watched the first 6 episodes of the O.C. last year and then didn’t see another one until this season. My mom always liked it because there was about as much drama among the parents as there was among the kids, which probably does account for a significant amount of its success. Well, the 4 kids are just friends, for now, and they all have new boyfriends and girlfriends drawn from the population at large (as in, new heartthrobs for 13 year-old fans to idolize), and one of the new kids, now dating Ryan, turns out to be the illegitimate child of Seth’s grandfather and congresswoman Andy Wyatt of the West Wing (did I mention there’s as much drama between the parents as the kids?). Trashy? Yes. Great? Also yes.
The other day, Jaime told me she thinks I only watch Smallville because of the girls on it. And I told her I think she’s right. But in my defense, I think I only watch the O.C. because of the guys. The guys get all the best lines, and their conversations fill a void on television that was left when Dawson Leery stopped waxing sentimental about Joey Potter at 140 words per minute using as many SAT words as he could.
