First of all...

I am nothing like Carrie Bradshaw.  I'm way more like Miranda.  That is, I'm kind of bitter and cynical and sarcastic, I am planning on going to law school (and she's a lawyer, what?), I don't really spend much time or money on fashion/shoes, I'm a feminist, I had a pixie haircut for a while, I like cats...  But despite this, any time I take an online personality profile of which character from Sex and the City I'm most like, it always says Carrie.  That has nothing to do with the name of my blog.  I picked the name because I've always loved the way that the words sound together, Sex and the City is one of my favorite shows, and since I'm never actually going to start that fem-punk band, I'm using it for my blog.

So, I recently graduated from college where I was something of an over-achiever.  After two months of not being able to find a job, I'm starting to get restless; there's no satisfying turning in a paper and having a false sense of achievement that made it all worth-while.  And therefore, nothing is really worth-while.  Hence - time to start a blog.

Since nothing has been worth-while, today was the first time I got the motivation to do more than drink and smoke cigarettes... and watch Netflix.  Today was the first time I cleaned in about a month and a half (let me tell you, that dog poop in the back was getting out of hand), and I finally bought groceries.  I am completely exhausted.  I think tomorrow I'm going to start running, though.  Maybe I'll clean more often if I work out.  And then I'll get a job!  Everything always falls into place when you start getting some parts of your life together, right?  RIGHT?

These last two months haven't been a complete waste, though, so I shouldn't complain.  I have completed all of what 30 Rock, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Futerama, and Breaking Bad is on Netflix, and am currently working on Battlestar Galactica.  HOLY SHIT GUYS!  Did you know that Battlestar Galactica is one of the best things that has been allowed on television?  I do.  Anyone watching some bullshit show like the Walking Dead needs to get off their 5-year-ago-when-it-was-cool-obsession-with-zombies-that-is-way-over-done-and-boring asses and get back to what really matters: space and robots.  (Oh, speaking of space... Seen the trailer for Iron Sky yet?  Look it up.  Space Nazis.  'Nough said.)  I don't know how it ends yet.  I thought I did, having had convinced my brother in 2009 to tell me even though I didn't watch the show.  I'm pretty sure they all get to Earth and what populates Earth is a human-cylon hybrid, but don't tell me.  All I'm pretty sure of is that the show is set in the past.

Welp, that's it for now.  Time for a 4 am snack!  I lived through the devil's hour!  Hot dog!