These are some of my favorite songs... When they come on randomly on Pandora, iTunes or the radio, I have to stop and just listen. Enjoy
My Love, Sia
Just A Boy, Angus & Julia Stone
Sweet Disposition, The Temper Trap
Breathe Me, Sia
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
The Date Is Set
NO THIS IS NOT A WEDDING DATE (like I even have a significant someone to marry) ... The date is set for the start of my working career (yikes!).
January 7th, 12:55 a.m. I will be on a JetBlue, one-way flight to JFK Airport, and officially moving to Manhattan.
During my last visit (Nov. 9th - 11th, 2011) I interviewed with The New York Times, Women's Wear Daily, and Tory Burch. I was supposed to meet with W Magazine, but I went to the wrong building, woops.
I met with The New York Times on day one, and thought it was love.
WWD interviewed me the following morning - and they scared the sh*t out of me.
And at 5 p.m. that second day, I met with the Tory Burch team and it was love at first sight - literally their office is beautiful and all the employees seemed so happy to be there.
On day three I received internship offers from all three... I was in bliss... then realized I had to choose between them.
After much thought, questioning and stress wrinkles forming on my forehead, I turned down The New York Times and WWD and accepted an internship with Tory Burch!
I'm not going to lie; when I told The New York Times "Sorry, but I can't accept," the back of my mind was screaming at me, "WHAT THE HELL, WHAT THE HELL, you're saying NO to The New York Times, who are you!"
Same with WWD, but with this one, I actually cried when I declined (don't worry it was over e-mail), but still, literally cried at work. Even ask my fellow editors @ The Rocky Mountain Collegian
But I went with my gut and I am so excited to start January 16th.
Now comes the hard part. I have exactly 48 days left in Colorado. 48 days to figure out how the hell I'm going to afford my $1,250 A MONTH rent in the East Village. And 48 days to get myself together.
Wish me luck and send me any advice!
Tory Burch :)
January 7th, 12:55 a.m. I will be on a JetBlue, one-way flight to JFK Airport, and officially moving to Manhattan.
During my last visit (Nov. 9th - 11th, 2011) I interviewed with The New York Times, Women's Wear Daily, and Tory Burch. I was supposed to meet with W Magazine, but I went to the wrong building, woops.
I met with The New York Times on day one, and thought it was love.
WWD interviewed me the following morning - and they scared the sh*t out of me.
And at 5 p.m. that second day, I met with the Tory Burch team and it was love at first sight - literally their office is beautiful and all the employees seemed so happy to be there.
On day three I received internship offers from all three... I was in bliss... then realized I had to choose between them.
After much thought, questioning and stress wrinkles forming on my forehead, I turned down The New York Times and WWD and accepted an internship with Tory Burch!
I'm not going to lie; when I told The New York Times "Sorry, but I can't accept," the back of my mind was screaming at me, "WHAT THE HELL, WHAT THE HELL, you're saying NO to The New York Times, who are you!"
Same with WWD, but with this one, I actually cried when I declined (don't worry it was over e-mail), but still, literally cried at work. Even ask my fellow editors @ The Rocky Mountain Collegian
But I went with my gut and I am so excited to start January 16th.
Now comes the hard part. I have exactly 48 days left in Colorado. 48 days to figure out how the hell I'm going to afford my $1,250 A MONTH rent in the East Village. And 48 days to get myself together.
Wish me luck and send me any advice!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
WHEN CAN I MOVE HERE FOR GOOD?!
Being in Manhattan is one of the most inspiring things. The people, the culture, the crazies on the subway... all of it is amazing! I am here for a few days for meetings and interviews for internship opportunities this upcoming spring semester...
Today I met with The New York Times regarding an internship that they already offered me and fell in love with the atmosphere, people - everything! Of course this is prior to me working there 40 hours a week, but still a good start.
If I accept this internship I would be working at T Magazine's Women's department. I would be a head intern (of three interns) b/c I would have the most availability... and I would voluntarily stay there all night - just to cuddle with the shoe collection - I haven't told them this yet cause I try and appear normal to people... then they get to know me and my plan fails.
Today I spoke with Rae Boxer (photoed with the wonderfully huge white coat), who I would be interning under... Despite the horrible reputation that the Devil Wears Prada created surrounding publishing, she was super nice, and really chill - totally my speed.
I also got to meet Edward Barsamian, the only male pictured below (lol). He made me want to work there ASAP... I seriously offered to come back later in the week to help out... but they told me not to get too ahead of myself... they don't understand my love for shoes and fabulous people yet...
Today I met with The New York Times regarding an internship that they already offered me and fell in love with the atmosphere, people - everything! Of course this is prior to me working there 40 hours a week, but still a good start.
If I accept this internship I would be working at T Magazine's Women's department. I would be a head intern (of three interns) b/c I would have the most availability... and I would voluntarily stay there all night - just to cuddle with the shoe collection - I haven't told them this yet cause I try and appear normal to people... then they get to know me and my plan fails.
Today I spoke with Rae Boxer (photoed with the wonderfully huge white coat), who I would be interning under... Despite the horrible reputation that the Devil Wears Prada created surrounding publishing, she was super nice, and really chill - totally my speed.
I also got to meet Edward Barsamian, the only male pictured below (lol). He made me want to work there ASAP... I seriously offered to come back later in the week to help out... but they told me not to get too ahead of myself... they don't understand my love for shoes and fabulous people yet...
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Collegian editor's fantasy men: Sex in the City or Seth Rogen
http://www.collegian.com/index.php/article/2011/10/collegian_editors_fantasy_men_sex_in_the_city_or_seth_rogen
Erin Eastburn (Photo Editor):
My past relationships have not set my standards very high when it comes to lovers. I have a horrible habit of going for tall, burly men who like pot.
Surprisingly, these relationships have failed. As a last-semester senior, I have begun to ponder the importance of a lover, and if I would want to be in a relationship with a man who could actually live up to be “perfect”— if I could find one.
My perfect man is far more manly, mature and successful than any man I have ever met at CSU. If you are a man and want to protest this, I would love to meet you.
To me, my perfect man is Aidan from “Sex in the City”— minus the fact he owns an ugly cabin in the country –– I would prefer a house in the Hampton’s. He is tall, and I’m tall, so this is key to the success of the relationship. Short guys, don’t hate me. Aidan owns his own successful furniture business. This means he is artistic, creative and makes money.
I’ve never been a woman to focus on a guy’s job, but I like a man to be able to pay for dinner without me feeling guilty.
Lastly, he is kind, supportive and loving. I live a busy life, so my man needs to be strong enough (thank you Sheryl Crow) to handle my sh*t.
Honestly, I don’t think I could ever find a man who wouldn’t bug me in some way or another, but Aidan is pretty damn close. Since I am out of here in December and have internship offers in New York City, I can only hope that one day I’ll wonder into a SoHo furniture store and find my Aidan, but until then my current burly man who likes pot might have to do.
Colleen McSweeney (Editorial Editor):
You know, I really wish I had Erin’s problem. I’d love to have dated “tall, burly men who like pot.” Why? Because there’s a good chance those men were straight.
At this point in my life, the “perfect” man is anyone who actually likes women.
Allison Sylte (Content Managing Editor):
Word up, Colleen. Straight guys are always a plus, particularly since my most recent mouth-kissing partner rides the dude train. On top of that, I have additional criteria when assessing potential suitors. 1: Is he taller than me? and 2: Does he weigh more than me?
If I want to get really specific, my perfect man is a badass. He climbs mountains, he chops down trees, he has an even bigger flannel collection than I do and he listens to Celine Dion.
He also drives a Prius, but isn’t a douchebag… try to find that. I dare you.
Courtney Riley (Entertainment Editor):
Erin, I just can’t comprehend how you would choose Aidan from “Sex and the City” as your dream man. If we’re speaking “Sex and the City” terms here, Mr. Big is clearly the correct choice.
Similar to Mr. Big, my dream man is successful, assertive and confident. He doesn’t have his own shabby furniture business. He’s a handsome, well-dressed, clean-cut corporate executive on Wall Street.
And Colleen, you couldn’t have spoken to my heart any more directly, girl. My ideal man shouldn’t be gay, but he should look like he could be.
Rachel Childs (Web Content Editor):
What’s up with the romance-novel fantasy men? Have you not noticed these guys have a hankering for doin’ the desk tango with secretaries on the side?
I don’t need the suits or the fancy dinners. He shouldn’t be waiting to fire me because I’m not wearing Jimmy Choos. I don’t even own a pair of heels.
If he’s not making me laugh, he’s not worth it. Give me a nerdy goofball like Seth Rogen. But make him look like Jake Gyllenhaal. Give him a guitar and slip a ring on my finger for sure.
Erin Udell (News Editor):
Let me preface my argument by saying that none of the aforementioned men actually exist.
Finding a sensitive, straight, well-dressed man is easier said than done, and with the exception of Eastburn, all of the ladies here at the Collegian are super weird, including myself.
The chance of us finding anyone relatively normal who would put up with our long hours, bitchy demeanor and haggard looks would be a feat in itself. You know what I want? I want a seven foot tall, manly, straight, mature gentleman who works on Wall Street, makes his own furniture, drives a Prius (not), dresses well and plays every instrument in the f***ing world.
That’s what I want. I want it all.
Despite how it looks, the women of the Collegian don’t need a man to complete them. However, interested gentleman suitors can reach them at letters@collegian.com.
Erin Eastburn (Photo Editor):
My past relationships have not set my standards very high when it comes to lovers. I have a horrible habit of going for tall, burly men who like pot.
Surprisingly, these relationships have failed. As a last-semester senior, I have begun to ponder the importance of a lover, and if I would want to be in a relationship with a man who could actually live up to be “perfect”— if I could find one.
My perfect man is far more manly, mature and successful than any man I have ever met at CSU. If you are a man and want to protest this, I would love to meet you.
To me, my perfect man is Aidan from “Sex in the City”— minus the fact he owns an ugly cabin in the country –– I would prefer a house in the Hampton’s. He is tall, and I’m tall, so this is key to the success of the relationship. Short guys, don’t hate me. Aidan owns his own successful furniture business. This means he is artistic, creative and makes money.
I’ve never been a woman to focus on a guy’s job, but I like a man to be able to pay for dinner without me feeling guilty.
Lastly, he is kind, supportive and loving. I live a busy life, so my man needs to be strong enough (thank you Sheryl Crow) to handle my sh*t.
Honestly, I don’t think I could ever find a man who wouldn’t bug me in some way or another, but Aidan is pretty damn close. Since I am out of here in December and have internship offers in New York City, I can only hope that one day I’ll wonder into a SoHo furniture store and find my Aidan, but until then my current burly man who likes pot might have to do.
Colleen McSweeney (Editorial Editor):
You know, I really wish I had Erin’s problem. I’d love to have dated “tall, burly men who like pot.” Why? Because there’s a good chance those men were straight.
At this point in my life, the “perfect” man is anyone who actually likes women.
Allison Sylte (Content Managing Editor):
Word up, Colleen. Straight guys are always a plus, particularly since my most recent mouth-kissing partner rides the dude train. On top of that, I have additional criteria when assessing potential suitors. 1: Is he taller than me? and 2: Does he weigh more than me?
If I want to get really specific, my perfect man is a badass. He climbs mountains, he chops down trees, he has an even bigger flannel collection than I do and he listens to Celine Dion.
He also drives a Prius, but isn’t a douchebag… try to find that. I dare you.
Courtney Riley (Entertainment Editor):
Erin, I just can’t comprehend how you would choose Aidan from “Sex and the City” as your dream man. If we’re speaking “Sex and the City” terms here, Mr. Big is clearly the correct choice.
Similar to Mr. Big, my dream man is successful, assertive and confident. He doesn’t have his own shabby furniture business. He’s a handsome, well-dressed, clean-cut corporate executive on Wall Street.
And Colleen, you couldn’t have spoken to my heart any more directly, girl. My ideal man shouldn’t be gay, but he should look like he could be.
Rachel Childs (Web Content Editor):
What’s up with the romance-novel fantasy men? Have you not noticed these guys have a hankering for doin’ the desk tango with secretaries on the side?
I don’t need the suits or the fancy dinners. He shouldn’t be waiting to fire me because I’m not wearing Jimmy Choos. I don’t even own a pair of heels.
If he’s not making me laugh, he’s not worth it. Give me a nerdy goofball like Seth Rogen. But make him look like Jake Gyllenhaal. Give him a guitar and slip a ring on my finger for sure.
Erin Udell (News Editor):
Let me preface my argument by saying that none of the aforementioned men actually exist.
Finding a sensitive, straight, well-dressed man is easier said than done, and with the exception of Eastburn, all of the ladies here at the Collegian are super weird, including myself.
The chance of us finding anyone relatively normal who would put up with our long hours, bitchy demeanor and haggard looks would be a feat in itself. You know what I want? I want a seven foot tall, manly, straight, mature gentleman who works on Wall Street, makes his own furniture, drives a Prius (not), dresses well and plays every instrument in the f***ing world.
That’s what I want. I want it all.
Despite how it looks, the women of the Collegian don’t need a man to complete them. However, interested gentleman suitors can reach them at letters@collegian.com.
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