Tina on boys

Amy Poehler: "There are a lot of girls who look at you as a role model. Maybe they're really smart and funny but aren't quite getting a lot of boy attention, and they're stressed out about it. What would you say to them?" 

Tina Fey: "You know what? Let the boys practice on other girls. Let them treat other girls like crud, let them learn how to French kiss for, like, 10 years, let them give some other girl a bunch of crappy Valentine's Day gifts, and then you just move in when they're fully formed." 

Source: Marie Claire

Real life

Negativity of the day:
One of the things I disrespect most about a person is when they join organizations for the sole purpose of putting it on college apps or resumes. Or when they say they're part of an organization, but they do jack shit. Do you really not have any hobbies or interests that you can actually pursue so that you don't have to pretend you are involved in things that you really aren't?

TODAY: A TRUE STORY

by cons

EXT. BROADWAY SIDEWALK - EVENING

CONZ is walking down Broadway to Stern. Suddenly a MAN, Asian, looks in his 30's, approaches her on the street. They walk and talk.

MAN

Do you want to be friends?

CONZ

Uh... why?

MAN

It'd be nice to be friends with you.

CONZ

Are you new here?

MAN

Yeah.

CONZ

When did you move here?

MAN

A year ago.

CONZ

Where are you from?

MAN

Connecticut. Do you go to NYU?

CONZ

Yeah.

MAN

You must study a lot.

CONZ

Uhhh... I can't really say that.

MAN

So do you want to switch numbers?

CONZ

Uh, sorry, I don't really know you...

MAN

Well we could be friends then.

CONZ

Sorry, I'm not really comfortable... with... that... Thank you, but sorry.

I used to not believe it when people in movies just meet in public places by striking up conversations with strangers, but the fact that this has happened to me twice, plus the instance that I've witnessed two strangers hitting it off in a laundry room, is starting to make me believe that maybe people do just meet on the streets.

I wish people in real life were a lot more charming with striking up conversation though.

And cuter.

I'm screwed.

GIGI

So, what, now I'm supposed to run from every guy who doesn't like me?

ALEX

Uh, yeah.

GIGI

There's not gonna be anybody left.

The Mayo Jar & 2 Cups of Coffee

Don't wanna be that person who only reblogs things, but had to share this find from Facebook:

When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf ball

s. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions--and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.

The sand is everything else--the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first--the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked.

It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

nonono

"I have often thought what if we could begin our lives anew. If we could remember the life we've lived and use that as a draft, as a rough draft, if you will."

--Vershinin, Anton Chekhov's The Three Sisters, Act 1

I realized that I've turned into such a bitch. Not just recently, but I might have been slowly going through the process ever since entering college.

I don't outwardly show it though. I keep it all inside and act nice on the outside, so no one ever knows.

It seems dishonest to act like you like someone, only to curse them behind their back. But if everyone lived honestly and outwardly acted mean to everyone they disliked, society would be a such a mess. Love & fake love make the world go round.

The thoughts I have inside are really frightening though. I kind of hate everyone.

But maybe it's because I'm on my period.

Fuck you

"...I'm tired of people telling me it's a 'just get over it' situation. Fuck you, you don't know what it's like in my head."

--The Newsroom, season 1, episode 6

This one line sums up how I've been feeling this whole time.

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm being overdramatic, but if it wasn't actually that big of a deal to me, I would be okay. I wouldn't have flown off the handle and cut off all communication. It's so mean to ever say to someone, when he/she's looking for consolation from you in an issue that's tearing them apart, that it's not that big a deal. Because at that moment, it is. At that moment, by saying that, you've become the enemy. You say you understand so that's why it's not a big deal? That means you don't understand.

Today, I explained everything to Callie starting from the beginning of it all: Korea. I even went all the way back to freshman year, reliving all of those bad memories of the bad people. I was the most eloquent I had ever been and I wish I had it all written down. I can't remember the last time things were backward like that for me, where I'm more eloquent speaking than writing. I don't think things have ever been backward like that for me. But anyway, she did what a good friend was supposed to do: support you through thick and thin, regardless of whether it's right or wrong. She understood that it was a big deal to me, even if it wasn't to her.

There is a right and wrong way to do friendship. You can build it up perfectly, but if you don't take care of it properly, the ship will fall apart, and you can't put it back together when it's already far out at sea.

It means nothing if I just let the issue go so quickly. He wins. I don't want to be weak and just go back because it's convenient. I need to be stronger.

I've accomplished absolutely none of my goals this summer. Since this is the last thing I've set myself to do, I will see this through to the end.

It's been two days.

It's only been two days and I probably have suffered more than he has and he probably doesn't even give a damn about it.

I don't need a vacation because then I'll be alone with my thoughts which will tear me apart. I need someone else's thoughts to take the place of mine.

Sometimes I wish I could be an actress so that I could just live other people's lives.

such a fucking existentialist

"We're all slaves to this place that doesn't really want us."

--Girls, episode 6

Today, I trucked ahead and continued to apply for jobs.

I need a haircut because my hair is just the messiest it's ever been.
I need a dentist's appointment because I haven't gotten my teeth cleaned in a year.
I need a strapless bra because it's a staple in a girl's wardrobe.

I realized that maybe TV writing isn't for me.
It's such a big decision for me to come to, since this was what I was going to dedicate this summer to.
It's just so hard for me to stick to and manipulate someone else's voice because my own voice always, always seeps through and takes over, even in formal reports, even in business papers. Why do I always feel the need to snark out everything?

Maybe the bigger problem is that I don't have a grasp on the basics of storytelling yet. Every time I write anything, there's no inciting event, there's no resolution because there's no conflict, there's no bigger problem. When I write, nothing happens, like in Mad Men.

Things just occur, but nothing happens.

Maybe it's because my life is currently going through this kind of stagnancy, and I can only relate what I know.

I can be strong after this.

"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."

—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

We are all artists.

Words to Live By