Frank & His Kind

thegirlwhodidntmakesense:

My little sister thinks there aren’t very many doctor who fans. I want to show her how wrong she is. Reblog this if you’re a Whovian

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I feel you. I’m going to the US for a month-long internship for which I was selected (without me knowing it) based on my professor assuming I could afford it. I couldn’t, so I graduated, and am now going anyway because her and her boss feel bad about fucking me over. It feels so pointless at this point, being an intern again, but at least I get to spend a month of soul-searching and light work in a tiny town in Connecticut. After that, I’ll be back in Mexico City for 2 weeks, and then my family is going back to New York on vacation for a week. Bet you can’t beat my airline’s logic on that one. 

So when my mom tells me to get a summer job, it’s like… well sure, here’s my schedule, you tell me where it would fit. Especially with me being an international relations major who’s probably only qualified for academic work and mediocre translations of tweets and Facebook statuses. LinkedIn seriously only suggests jobs either as a “billingual truck loader” or “billingual cleaning person” or stuff that requires a Master’s degree and 10 years of experience. I hate everything.

Today is my college graduation, and I don’t care about Facebook

A bunch of people in my class are making statuses about how this is the day they’ve been waiting for since Freshman year, or even since they started kindergarten. I did know that it would come someday, because both my parents were in grad school during my toddler years. But I don’t know… it always seemed too far off to even consider. Even when I started college, 2013 seemed so far away, that the truth is I never gave my graduation a moment’s thought. I even spent all but the last two weeks of this semester thinking I would graduate until December. I’m scared I haven’t really faced it and might have some kind of anxiety attack when I get my diploma.

Also, it’s weird seeing people who are notoriously dumb or who did zero work in team projects also graduating. They act like it’s such a huge personal accomplishment (and it is, I guess), but these individuals are (at the very least) mostly lying to themselves. Maybe this is my vindictive strip coming on, but I hope they get awesome jobs, and then try to do the same bullshit they pulled in college. Copy from Wikipedia. Don’t show up for meetings. Go to a wedding without telling anyone instead of helping with the final draft. Let everyone else do the work while you sit there and pretend you “just don’t get it.” Don’t show up for team presentations. Say “oh, yeah, I don’t really check my e-mail or my phone” to your boss. Those will be some unemployment testimonials I won’t be sad to see.

I think back to my Freshman year, 2008, and as cliché as it sounds, I feel like I wouldn’t recognize the Francisco from back then. He was as ignorant about sexuality and catholicism as to think he was straight. He was interested in business administration (albeit mostly because that was the only class he didn’t hate as an international business major). He was still scared of talking to people, talking to them again, making friends. He’d gone to Europe once when he was 16, and it had changed his life. He was desperate to never go back to live in his hometown, even if he had mixed feelings about the friends he’d left there. He missed his family. He thought about studying abroad in France for a year, or going to China for a semester, but had no idea how either scenario would come along. He would get drunk only if other people were, because he didn’t want to be the one taking care of all of them. He wasn’t lactose intolerant, and didn’t care about eating cereal every day of his life. 

At the same time, I’m still that person. I bought a fridge on a whim because I was mad that people in my building kept stealing my food. I bought a 50-dollar comforter on a whim because it started snowing, I’d never experienced snow, and I got scared. I dated M, A, and F. I switched from coke to black coffee because I was scared I’d get diabetes. I moved around, changed my major, left friends in one city and made new ones in the other, became friends with professors, became friends with my own students, and so on. I’ve changed, and yet here I am, still unable to do my own tie without a Videojug tutorial, still giving my mom fashion tips (now for my own graduation), still procrastinating my own shower-and-getting-ready with a blog I started on a whim. So yeah… maybe I would actually recognize 2008 Francisco. 

Meet the Stuffed Animals: Jack

Name: Jack

Species: Dog (English Bulldog)

Nationality: American

Place of birth: Washington, D.C.

Alma Mater: Georgetown University (B.A. in Dog Studies with a minor in Jewish Studies)

Interests: Finding ways to avoid explaining why he minored in Jewish Studies, dog food, American politics (he is a staunch Democrat), Hillary Clinton

Preferred mode of communication: Disgruntled barking

Style icons: George Costanza, Hillary Clinton, Spike & Tyke