you know you love me

gossip girl has returned. and i love it. it's like, major fluff for your brain. it's deliciously styled (i wish i dressed like the cast on a regular basis, but i am lazy and don't have hours to lounge and get ready) and witty. but remember, you have to shut off your brain - you can't just watch it and expect truth - you have to watch it and stop all reason. one of the best parts of the show happens to be the 'New York Magazine' recap - which comes out every tuesday and the writers of the blog give points for things and take away points all based on plausibility. and trust me, the plot can be unbelievable at times, but also, like the best episodes of 'mean girls' ever (if said film was a television show/real life).

and the past two episodes have taken place in the publishing world, and of course, the writers are doing their best to make sure the world of anna wintour is insane! and crazy! and packed with running around like the world is about to end. insane and crazy and lots of running! like, 'creature from the black lagoon' mixed with every b-level horror movie where people have to run.

since the writers work in publishing (as do i for a short while longer) they can write and about the truth and lack thereof. and this truth rang true:

• Blair gets assigned ten things to do in the first hour she shows up at work? Ten things that Epperly helpfully typed out on a list? Since when are internships that organized? Our interns sit around on Twitter all day and are lucky if, at some point, someone happens to pass by and ask them to make a list of things Natalie Portman said this month that made her sound fat.

truth because our interns beg to pack boxes because they are le bored. and trust me, the world where i work is not full of people dressed for a runway show and on the verge of eating a post-it note. we are calm beings - for the most part. life is like that. real life. not television.

but it's television, and yes, it's fun to see a heightened version of my life. because in my mind at times, publishing is batshit crazy.

welcome to cloudy la, mr. wright.

this blog will be hard to write about, because i don't want to name names or get into some details. not that i am ashamed of anything (i'm not) so i will write this blog using codes.

working for my awesome company, i get to do many fun things. i get to eat a lot of food in our awesome cafeteria, and i get to work in one of the prettiest buildings in the city.

i also get to work on an awesome project, which means i was able to take my first business trip to los angeles, california. which, was not sunny at all. and i didn't see the hollywood sign the entire time. true story.

the trip was wonderful, and i was able to visit my friend annie, who lives in los angeles and gets to see the hollywood sign all the time, and isn't sad when she can't because she lives there. and it's always there. she took me on some tours of places to eat, be seen and we shopped just a tad. on rodeo drive of course! the best part though, was being able to unwind in her perfect apartment and veg out watching gossip girl, season one, for about 7 hours. we had some scones, from bricks and scones of course, and lounged like there was no tomorrow.

we also ate in-n-out. which doesn't need an explanation or detailed description, but only, YUM! i would eat that daily. and then get fat and then be unhappy. vicious circle really.

overall, my trip to la, however cloudy, was wonderful. i accomplished what i needed to do for work, and while i had the most stressful two days of my life - i don't do well with stress because i'm sometimes a drama queen and i'm gay - it was perfect. it helped me grow in my position, so i know what to expect. and i'm prepared for a lot of things now. and when someone asks me about a stressful situation and how it was handled, i have the perfect story. and it goes like this:

"i went on a business trip, working on the ... "

you know you love me.

xoxo

manners, please.

now, as a good ole southern boy, my mother taught me a few things. beating girls isn't a good idea. opening doors for others is always in season. and if someone writes/calls/corresponds with you, you reply back.

i know the world doesn't (sadly) revolve around me, but so far, it's done an amazing job. but what really presses my buttons is when i email people or leave a voice mail, and i get nothing. i mean, i could have shouted into a brick wall and i would have received my own voice as a response. but sending information and never hearing back is infuriating.

working in the advertising industry, i would hope and assume we would be best at communication. after all, we communicate with the world. and with blackberry on the verge of implanting itself into our brains in about 2.5 minutes, i don't understand why people can't reply to anything within a reasonable amount of time. seriously.

i am just confused as to where all of our manners have gone. some things should stay the same (stop messing with facebook...facebook) and some things should simply RIP (children who scream and cry in public). and it is my opinion that manners should stay. it frightens me when i open the door for a person (woman mostly. guys are on their own...unless it's jake gyllenhaal....i'm locking that door and throwing away the key) and they look at me like i am about to strike them down with my bag or fist and walk away like it's alright.

do people not do nice things anymore? does blair waldorf really exist? i am sure i have some emails to attend to.